Judge — December 3, 1910 — page 28: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE SAmevust t | Eee C A WME Tothe Por O'mere Lian OB 1 Amar WY Cosy AUT Pee Siro, RHEE Stam, Santa having already an abund- ance of them, and therefore fell back on his third line of bene- “factions, an engrosed prayer for universal peace on carth, bound in armor-plate steel John D. sent a white wig for Santa’s bald spot, with the mes- sage, “It's never too late to mend.” Santa's Own Stocking Ry AMOS R. WELLS Santa Claus, because, P sorry for though for all these years he has been filling so generously the world’s stockings, he has never, I believe, hung up his own. 1 therefore wrote to the old saint, addressing his well-known headquarters at the North Pole, and asked him to send me one of his stockings, adding a sly hint as to the coming Christmas, just to whet the old gentleman’s anticipation. By retum mail I received the stocking, and it is a capacious one I then wrote to various notables, asking them for contributions to this worthy ob- ject, and reminding them that their gifts must be quite out of the ordinary if they would please a person whose house is so well supplied with Christmas presents as is Santa's. The stocking is now filled, and with the following interesting gifts. Emperor William sent an original ode of . thoughtfully translated into congratulat Dutch. Carnegie I not send an gan or books, Rubbering President Taft sent a smile, Edison sent a plan for a cement house with chimneys three feet square Mfred Austin sent “A Visit of St. Nichol re-written in court poetry—and simplifie Peary sent a few snap-shots of Sant home, souvenirs of his recent memorable Mrs. Eddy sent a formula for the mental annihilation of Christmas-dinner stoma ache Jul decpest afttiction The children sent their love, which filled all the crannies of the stocking, and which he will like best of all sent a life sentence to the world's As Surely as the Year Rolls Round Ry DON KAHN UTSIDE the snow is falling. The snow has been falling outside, where it usually falls, if it falls at all— for the past twenty-four hours. It falls in great white flakes. Aso outside are seen whitened men hurrying on in the dusk, their arms full wonder if it's Santa Claus? *Ah, there he comes! !* je (waking up)—"'I'm sure 1 heard bells! 1 of bundles, From one package is seen protruding a long red tongue, showing a Sherlock Holmes, or even a central station plain clothes man, that a toy wagon is to delight the heart of some cherib on the following morn The snow has dutifully continued in the business of fall- ing. Thisnarrative hassofarcon- sumed nearly a minute, and it is snowing still. The pretty stenog- rapher in the law office of Robert Terhune Graham has just mantl- ed herself in her furs and is stand- ing at the large window, gazing pensively out into the street. Robert ham has just slipped into his fur-lined ulster and is reaching for his derby and the ca His glance reverts te Lat the window. The love light in his eyes “Gertie ” ‘The girltums to face him. He looks into her violet eyes, mys- teriously, beautifully shadowed by her large black hat. In these melting, bewitching eyes of hers may be seen a wistfuMk is easy to see that the the man who calls her “Dear Sir” so frequently each week day in the year “Gertie,” continued Graham, stepping nearer and taking her not-yet-gloved hand into his larger one. “Tt was on a Christ- mas eve t you came to me—do you remember—two years ago? I have admired you, loved you, worshipped you, the: I can’t tell you how much I have admired you, how dearly I have loved you, how sacredly I have He slipped his arm around two years, dear worshipped you.” the girl's waist; she did not resist Graham reached into his pocket and withdrew a solitare. ay 1?" he asked her. Without waiting reply he placed the ring on her finger. “Robert, you're altogether too dear,”’ she tried to tell him, but her words were smoth- cred as he drew her into his strong arms and kissed her fervently. No, reader, no, no, no! This isn't the con- ventional Christmas story. Graham had married the girl the year before, just as the “UNDER THE MISTLETOE,” Christmas magazines were going to. press She wouldn't give up her place because she was a jealous little girl and didn’t want an- other stenographer around the office. He couldn't afford to buy her the solitare the year before because—well, you know how it is with young lawyers. Would Disillusionize Her “How would you feel,” asks the . “if you were to receive me for a Christ- young nswers the fair but cruel creature “it simply would shatter my faith in Santa Claus!" A Christmas Carol (According to Father) by the bank.) = comicbooks.com