Judge — December 8, 1923 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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Mrs. Swivel’s Christmas Carols by Corey Ford Dp” you know that there are some people on Christmas Eve who are so blue and downhearted that they would kick out the crutches under a blind beggar, or go around the streets making faces at strange babies until they get them erying, just for the sake of one good laugh? Did you realize some people are even so loncly they would spend the whole night directing nearsighted old ladies into burlesque shows under the impres- sion that they were going to Christmas service? It was such a case that decided Mrs. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Swivel to organize her Christmas Eve Carol Singers, who are famous now in every station-house on the upper East side. Diu wet anyway!" Every Christmas Eve, for the past two years, this little group of trou- badours, who have trained for weeks in Mrs. Swivel’s parlor, have set out to make the Yuletide a little brighter, or at least a little funnier To Mr: the credit for having fi thought of bringing back “ye gude olde customes,” quaintly puts it. It was also Swivel’s suggestion that all the men in Santa Claus suits, and the won down their hair like the Snow Que and this has proved very popular, 4 ticularly in the congested districts down- town. Mrs. Our usual way is to find a house where there is somebody sick, and stand under the window until the police arrive. We are never discouraged when the party who is being serenaded throws down a few pennies, under the impression that we are a traveling section of the Salvation Even the lids from a_ kitchen stove, or picces of iron plumbing, cannot dampen us; nothing short of a_ well- aimed bullet can cut off Mrs. Swivel in the midst of a hymn. And if it is an inspiring sight to see us all set out into the slush from) Mrs. by GivarKT WitKINSON We said we wouldn't meet them if it was “Well, let's go and see if they turn up, Swivel’s of a Christmas Eve, trying to look over the pillows of our Santa Claus suits to see where we are stepping, it is a positive revelation to see this same party along about midnight. Every year that we have tried it, we ha invariably " I. by eleven or twelve o'clock acting to our party a number of semen in silk hats who walk a little ily but sing lustily, as well as ul ladies in Pierette costumes with confetti in their hai Mrs. Swivel says this is by no means the least important part of the work we are doing. As a matter of fact, it would bring tears to your eyes to see all these new recruits join with us in a Christmas carol under the impression that it is part of the parade, either dancing around and around a lamp post or. rolling in the gutter Mrs. Swivel has never thanks for her work to 1 Eve a little brighter, only a couple of nasty summonses; but she has faith that some day she will be re 1 It is this same belief, that the rest of us are apt to be recogniz which so far has kept the Christmas Eve Carol Singers as exclusive a club as it is. * Mrs. Gramercy—Where’s that friend of yours living this Christmas? Mrs. Parl—Out in a divorce colony having her husband exchanged. seve Liz mas Wreal Yulet that Morp \ft thing climb he ex Simpl Menti inal comicbooks.com