Life — December 25, 1902 — page 49: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

“Is There a Santa Claus?" Re night with the s jakes is thick, Old Boreas blow Aud now is the time when speeds Saint Nick Over the piled-up snows ; For close at my knee there stands a wight And pleads, in the cuddling That follows his kiss and his sweet‘ good night”: “Js there a Santa Claus?" And Lanswer: "Yes, to be sure there is! Why, straight from the pole he comes With his reindeer, Dasher, and Prance. and Whizz, And a load of sleds and drums, And a host of wonders both tin and wood Intended for lass and Jad: oceans of toys for the children good— But sticks for the children bad!" So we talk, and guess, and Saint Nick we hear Whenever a sleigh-bell rings ; And into the chimney-throat we peer, While the back jog glows and sings. Till, careless of drifts besieging deep, And many a snow-whirl wraith, fast in his bed he lies asleep, ure in his childish faith. Dream, happy youngster, your fondest dreams Of Dasher, and Wh and Prance ; Not mine the arrogant right, meseems, To shatter one least romance. For the time draws near, in the future's store, en toa thousand flaws, Edvwin L, Sabin§ Filling. e E OW shall we deco- rate the church this Christmas?" “With the minister's sermons. They are greener and take up more space than anything I know of.” “M said the little * boy in the flat, “Tonly wish that radia- tor was as cold in the summer as it is in the winter!" ‘ee about con centration of thought! Did you ever see a poet read- ing one of his own yycies yes, tae twenty-Puust UF DECEMBER 15 THE SHORTEST DAT poems in @ maga- ix Tan yan. WHAT Is THE LONGEST DaY IN THE YEAR? “one THESE SNOW-suOES ARE SIMPLY OREAT.” zine? “THe Day BEPORE charsTMas.” comicbooks.com