Life — December 25, 1890 — page 21: what you’re looking at

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CHRISTMAS DeCEMBER, Numner. 1890. 1820. CHRISTMAS BOTANY. JRESH from their dance, they paused awhile A little later, in a nok, And looked about the room. I saw the pair secluded, ‘The Christmas candles sparkled clear, Her face was flushed—and he looked—well, White roses breathed perfume. As likely once you, too, did The walls, all brave with greenery But what had happened is much more Re-echoed Christmas folly. Than I can swear I know ; “Ah,” she exclaimed, ‘of all that grows, Lonly vouch for what he urged ; Give me the dear old holly !" “It was the mistletoe.” 4. ctahls ho Once more ere holidays were done I saw those two, one day. They walked as if through Paradise, Each footstep sped their way. And lagging at her side, I caught A voice to haunt dull hours, “Why Jack, you stupid boy ! Of course, I shall wear orange tlowers.” —Ldward Irenaeus Stevenson ) 1 + ) ‘ J . < . . S wT a“ ¢) ~ ~ > y @) ~ v) SN ~ N 5 cl. U- comicbooks.com