Judge — December 23, 1911 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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* As to Santa Claus. By JOHN KENDRICK BANGS. O FULL of love doth he appear For all our countless human legions, I'm not at all surprised to hear He lives up in the Heartic Regions! At Christmas Time. Christmas is the time of the year when you make your friends Christmas pres- ents, expecting to receive gifts twice as valuable from them; And when you discover that you have more friends than it is temporarily con- venient to have, and that race suicide is a myth; And think how much better you might be than you are, and how much better you are than you believed you were, and how much better, also, the other fellow is than you gave him credit for being, and how much bet- ter the world is than you thought it was; And feel that there is something more of you than the purely physical and material; And that a Home and Family are worth having and the Heart a reality; And when a dollar seems to be less than a cent, and it's a greater puzzle than ever how to make one dollar do the work of ten; And when everything looks different and sweeter than it does at any other time; And when anyone who does not feel the Christmas Spirit must be insane or an iceberg; And when you think how glorious it would be if we all felt and practised the Christmas Spirit 365 days a year instead of only one; “‘BETWEEN TWO FIRES." And can’t give any good reason why we should not, Except that desiring continuous hap- piness, we haven't sense enough to take the only road to it. — Henry Waldorf Francis. “Throw Physic to the Dogs.” The man who bothers the doctor with an imaginary disease may have to pay for an imaginary cure. CHRISTMAS. “* Peace on Earth!" Human Nature. Crawford—‘‘Most persons seem to hate the business they are in.’” Crabshaw—‘‘That would account for all the fellows who are trying to mind other people's business,’” What Was the Girl's Name? ‘By WILLIAM J. LAMPTON. What care I though the grass be green, And the fields of grain as well; And the leaves of the trees on wooded hills And deep in the shaded dell? What care I though the skies be blue As the summer skies may be, And the sunlight fall in azure streams On a smiling sapphire sea? What care I though the coming dawn Be purple and gold and red, And the night that follows the day be black And lowering overhead? What care I though the mountain crags Be gray against the sky, And the rainbow lift its splendors up In a seven-hued curve on high? What care I though the snow be white In the fields and on the town? What care I for the world’s colors cheme, When all I can see is Brown? Probably. Witts—‘What do you suppose would happen if an earthquake should hit New York, laying every building in ruins and tearing great holes in the ground?”’ Bitts—‘‘All the natives would prob- ably lean over the improvised fence and say, ‘Goodness! what a lot of building going on this year.’ ”” Resemblance. Knicker—‘Which side of the house does the baby resemble?” Bocker—‘‘The mortguge; he costs so much."” A Jupce at home is worth two in the reading-room. comicbooks.com