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The Departed Glories of Christmas,
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The Departed Glories of Christmas, THEN AND NOW. r By Zinco."] The world is getting tired of Christmas .the game is played out. The old look on it as an anniversary of sad memories, or an extra pull on their pockets; the young as holiday time licence, tips, good feeding, and jollity. That's what the Christian Memorial Day is to most. On Christmas Eve our fore- fathers were wont to light up huge oandles called Christmas candles, and lay a log of wood upon the fire called a Yule-log or Christmas-blook to illuminate the home and turn night into day—a custom we might at this season revive with advantage, inas- much as we here in this goodly London town have not seen the face of the sun for quite a fortnight. Fog, gloom, at times drizzle of rain, and then bitter East winds this has been our portion. In the country we hear of sunshine, and bright, breezy seasonable weather, but these are not for Joe. *» That blazing Yule-log sounds tempting. The logs were great trees, sawn asunder, and a task it was to light them. That accomplished, however,it was eq ually difficult to put them out. In the North of England the custom survives, but a large coal is set apart in some places for the purpose. Lights belong to all festive ocoasions, and Christmas has always been a festive time. Alas how shorn of it glory now. Many of the old customs were unseemly, and there is nothing to regret in their disuse. It is a time of feasting still, and an hour of rendezvous. At Windsor her gracious Majesty heads her table, fronted by the time- old viands on her splendid sideboard, groaning under silver and gold-a baron of beef, a German pie, and a boar's head. Goflto PLENISHING FOR THE DAY, I In palace and hall in the olden time the tables were all spread from the first to the last with sirloins of beef, mince pies, plum porridge, capons, turkeys, geese, and plum- puddings; and he who would might enter and fare well. The boar's head used to be wrestled for, The Christmas pie survive in all its glory. In Ireland it contains a huge goose, which, deprived of its bones, re- ceeives as a companion a turkey only second to itself in size, then a goodly capon, next a duck, followed by a pheasant, next a grouse, next a wild duck, then a woodoock, and lastly a snipe. All these birds being boneless and highly spiced and slowly baked, form one homogeneus mass whieh is cut in slioes. It in, of course, covered with a raised crust, and a mighty handsome dish it is. Some add a great piece of ham let in in layers. The Royal baron of beef to be placed on the Queen's table on Christmas Day will be cut from a Devon fed on the Prinoe Consort's Show Farm at Windsor. It will weigh over 3001b., will be roasted at the castle, and for- warded to Osborne with the boar's head and woodcock pie from Germany. The mistletoe, like many Christmas things, is a distinct heathen relic. With our early ancestors the catting of the mistletoe was a ceremony of great solemnity. The people went forth in procession, the bards leading the way with music and song, canticles and hymns. A herald preceded three druids with the necessary implements, and the chief of the Druids was attended by the great body of the people in the rear. Mounting the oak and outting the mistletoe with a golden siokle, he presented it to the other Druids, who re- ceived it with every token of respect, and on the first day of the New Year distributed it among the people as a sacred and holy plant, exclaiming, "The mistletoe for the New Year 1" A bunoh was hung up in the kitchen or servants' hall with the charm attached to it that the maid who was not kissed under it at Christmas would not be married that year. This custom is all alive still.
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CHRISTMAS EXPERIENCE, Old Mr. Lot 0. Rooks on a oertain Christ- Inas morning was the happiest man in three counties. A richly-upholstered, hand- embroidered, silver-tasseled dressing-gown hung over his easy chair, with an affectionate note from mamma. A dazzling diamond stud twisted the sun's rays out of abape on the dresser and threw a light blue gleam on a ttard: To dearest papa, from his lovingest daughter." A gold watch on the mantel ticked so hard it almost knocked a hole in the wall, and a pretty card told him it was from another Miss Kocks, Slippers and neckties, suspenders and hand- kerchiefs, smoking-caps and cigar-holders were also stacked up in one corner of the room. Old Rocks smothered himself in his new gown and an excess of sentiment for two days. He smoked himself blind, and employed a night KEatohnian to protect his jewellery. He was a very proud man—proud of himself, proud of an affectionate family that was proud of him. He lavished presents on his loving wife and tender-hearted daugh- ters. Such an unbounded display of affection must be rewarded a hundredfold, thought old Rocks. He did not leave a wish or a want of his dutiful family unheeded. Old Mr. Rocke was made thrice happy. Early the following day a district mes- leDger boy called with a small bill for a pair tf slippers. Old Mr. Hooks smiled in a feverish sort of way. An hour later the haberdasher sent in a bill for ties, snspenderB, and other bric-a-brac. At noon the tailor's messenger oarried up an account for a dress- ing gown and cap. But old Rooks paid and paid until the jeweller's diamond and watoh statement reached his office. Then the old man flew into a passion-P.160 was more than he would stand. He could have bought everything for half his affectionate family had paid for it, he declared, and then threatened to pitch the messenger into the street. But the jeweller notified Mr. Rocks that the bailiff would call at his residence next morning if he did not pay his honest debts, and the old man settled.
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Walnuts for Wisdom Teeth. JFOR SOLUTION SEE PACK 10.] ORIGINAL BUDGET OF SEASON- ABLE ACROSTICS, CHARADES, ENIGMAS, Ac. gy CEDRIC BON NELL. Prologue. The merry monarch of the circling years, Hale old King Christmas, once again appears; And. with his wonted kindliness of heart, Doth many a throb of purest bliss impart. Long-sundered friends' re-unions lie enjoys, He fills small stockings with delightful toys; So, in his honour, here I fain would jingle A round of rhymes, and myth with mirth com- mingle. Dou ble Acrostics. I l. FOUNDATION WORDS. Father Time, ere he once again tilts o'er his hour- glass To chronicle young 'Ninety-Onp, Would fain with the Old Year another glad hour pass, 'Mid revel, and frolic, Rnd fun. So. when jolly primal, that great and that good seer, Invites him to quit, for the nonce, His scythe, trim his forelock, and sample the good cheer, He makes not unwilling response But decks his bald pnts with the red holly-berry, And final, and laurel, and bav Then ladles the wassail, becomes jolly, very, And blesses the festival day. LIGHTS, OR CROSS WORDS. 1. It may be a spell, weirdly acted or spoken, Or, again, may appear as some fond lover's token. 2. Voluptuous fair one, whom Persian and Turk Perceive in the fumes which round their pipes lurk, 3. How multiform, these, in their nature and kind, Ceremonials numerous thus being defined. 4. Where rages the ocean on wild rock-bound shore, This channel the billows are prone to explore. 5. 'Tis cast in huge ingots, the smithy and forge, By the ton, it, in many strange guises, dis- gorge, 6. A race of the Redskins, and gipsies as well, This light will reveal, and a synonym tell. 7. An epoch is here in the barn-door fowl's life, Rare the freshly-laid egg is where'er such is rife. 8. A lion at glee-clubs, he sings in the choir, His vocalisation a thing to admire. 9. High aloft is this seen, as it skywards doth raise Its final proud o'er some fair "house of praise." 2. FOUNDATION YVOHDS. Yule-tidp, merry Christmastide, a Usein loud we raise, Thy manifold attractions and enchantments to bepraise, And truly they are manifold, thy every merry phase. The young folks deck the household gods with hollies and with bays, And 'mid their labours frolic, laugh, and chatter blithe as jays; Scholastic cares forgotten—Hip, Hurrah! The U(,Iidays! I Whilst in cosy armchairs seated, near the firelight's ruddy blaze, Their well-respected elders blandly on their revels g-ZP, The mistletoe, the forfaits, and the dancors' whirl- ing maze, Our jirimal chain, below defined, a part important plays. Pranked up wilhjherried holly,it's glory ne'er decays; All hail, in finals smothered, proud Prince of Christmas Days. LIGHTS, OR CROSS VVORDS. 1. Though sausage meat never, 'tis eva a sage saw, 2. We relegate this to the cellar or attic. 3. A Swedish port, find please; say not in a rage, "Pshaw! 4. In Robin Hood's day, pretty maiden erratic. 5. Pray pity poor me, prey to three stronger powers. 6. Republican State, sea 'ch the New World to find it. 7. Our seventh of Gainsborough's still missed from her bowers. 8. The moutlig tf the Nile or the Ganges designed it. 9. Observed on the spur of the moment, this feature. 10, The opium-smoker draws this through his pipe. 11. Here bshold a long-legged and a comical creature, Of the fruit-eating mammals a prominent type. Charades. 3. In fit-st is seen an eveigreen Of rare historic fame; Last hints at wine—the twain combine A garden bloom they'll name. 4. Where smokes the sappy Christmas goose, And eke the plummy sphere Where housewives all their skill let loose. To well prepare good cheer 'Tis there first, nowxdiiys, is found, Oft black as any swt-ep, Who once, as legend tell, did bound And frisk through woodlands deep. Young second eyes the coming trsat With undisguised delight; And d mces in and out the street As spry as elfin-sprite. Whilst third and fourth pertain to Le Who jingles forth this rhyme; And doughty champion., ay", thay be At ringl ng out each chime. it Entire will soon again hold sway In many a The.«pian hall, With wealth of glittersome array From curtain's rise to full; Its fairyland-like glories thrall Each merry girl and boy, Nor with gay grey-b. ard yet do pall, Nor with blithe bald-pate cloy. 5. When sated with forfeits, first, "old maid," and whist, And pastimes akin number tico, Third! third with entire; few its fun can resist- Blue-blnzos and hultbnloo Enigmas. 6. I'm studied by the shoeing-smith, Who treats his charge with cut f I'm found upon the iron road, Near fctitions everywhere. Amphibious acrobat am I. Famed in iEaopian fiction; And oftimes make poor hahies cry- Sad infantine affliction. 7. The gallant young yachtsman out on the bigh seas, By crowding all canvas soon makes one of these— A nautical term—though 'tis quite in his scope To make him another with cordage or rope. I'm found in the poplar, by stormy winds blown, From out a deal batten have oftentimes flown Whilst with my four members I ntso engird The form of a stilted and shore-hunting bird. 8. 'Tis in the garden all the year, When «' shawes are grene," when leaf is sere, And when is spread the Christmn* cheer. A more precocious evergrnen, Search far and wide, is rarely seen- Wiih Holly king, and Ivy queen. Throughout the autumn an(i he spring, And when the swallow's on the wiog Fr it folk neither knock nor ring. But when comes round the feast of Yule, When youngsters all are barred from school In honour of Kriss Knngle's rule, Then, lo! the baker and the sweep, And small fry in at doorways peep, Like-minded as a flock of sheep. They, one and all, this treasure seek, Some loud-mouthed, some in accents meek- You're merry wished the live-long week. Anagrams. 9. 1 They're as old as the hills, or nearly, These GAMES IN words and letters; And only to novices, really, Locked firm in their mystic fetters. 10. TEN MEN ATE A TULIP." Quite an aesthetic meal, if somewhat strange, Might be by Oscar Wilde himself averred- Can you those fifteen letters re-arrange, And form one really perfect compound word ? Decapitations, n. Where hills abound I'm ofttimes seei^f} Robed all around in living green, And spangled o'er with daises; Hut headless, me in towns you'll find, Pent-up and noisome, haply blind, With few to sing my praises. 12. The son of Somnus, in his arms we lie, When, nightly, weary head the pillow presses; Lethargic buffer he, whose dreamy eye Your student or 'cute solver prompt confesses. Cut off bis head, he's livelier than ever. And rattles merrily his ancient bones; An old-time bard, and eke musician clever, Who charmed to life the very rocks and stones. Curtail me nts. 13. Entire, she's certainly one of The Nine"; But, 'reft of her tail, Myself with a hundred and fifty combine Her presence to hail. 14. To visit my sands and my shingle are fain Gay leaders of London society They cross to the island again and again— Who'll give me a name? Tal-lal-liaty Curtailed, I but recently caused a great stir By my erstwhile unparalleled feats, Poising fabulous weights high aloft in the air- The monarch of modern athletes. 15. Curtail a British wildflower in a trice You'll then produce a well-known foreign spice, Decapi-Cupfailment. 16. Out upon the ice bound brook See yon primal, gay and dashing How he skims itiong! just look Like some brilliant meteor flashing. Ah He's fallen! What a guy Oh The clashing, crashing, splashing Final sweetly lilts, By-bye! Girls, 'tis ice, not us, he's mashing Metagrams. 17. 1. Grim and grey the frowning turrets Of this battlemented pile Are in Gallic history famous As the scene of orgies vile. 2. Further still afield let's ramble, Cross we now the Pyrenees, And, behold! this Spanish province., Land of vines and orange trees. 18. 1. A wizard, magician, and weird necromancer, A cunning old knave, Who studied the stars, all life's riddles could answer, And nved in a cave. 2. A city of Europe, a great and a gay one, As all will agree; Its denizens deem it the Simon Fure, A one," For aye on the spree. Omegrams. f 0 19. I'm an animal small, well-known to you all, Change my tail, and an animai larger I grow; And now, should you wish me transformed to a fish, Again change my (ail and behold one—Presto! 20. 1. O'er weights of this fuil mnny a gentler angler Has, 'gainst his club-mutes, proved a mighty wrangler. 2. His ancient craft now largely "run to seed," As long ago he ceased to cup and bleed. 3. A rose-briar's this, and eke the deadly wire Sj dreaded by your modern hunting-squire. Ucntral Change, 21. 1. The angler's thoughts I much engage, I'm found within canary-cage; Am one of forty little elves Who "by the rood" absolve ourselves. 2. You'll find me on choice wall-fruit tree, A tantalising sight to see; Whilst, in the language of the slum, I'm quit ) th' antipodes of mum," Central De!e'ion, 22. 1. She's one of Nature's choicest workg, Indigenous to Et in's Isle, And in her sparkling eye there* lurks The embryo of Beauty's smile. 2. He's quite an ancient mariner, Who sailed upon the mighty waves, When all around was barrener, r Of life than e'en are fossil eavei?. Reversions. 23. Native of some Orient land, Such as "Araby the blest," Is the one whose ( hristian name To your memories I'd suggest, By explaining that, read backwrrds, Your's may be the satisfaction To perceive another brother Of Hibernian extraction. 24. 1. A lord mayor's procession, a circus parade, A review of our soldiers or sailors, An industrial show of some big city's tra.de, Each proves a brave first to sui veillem s. 2. In the Zltr-distaut land of the bright Southern Cross, With its fauna all strange to llitite's Sel- borne," Where the gold-digger" pans the pay-dirt" and the dross, This last seeks and finds mighty Melbourne. Transposition, j 25. 1. Where the silv'ry lake's outspreading In the pale moon's shine, There my crystal caves I'm threading, Water-nymph divine. 2, Venerated by the Grecians, Goddess of the chago; I, amongst the old Ephesians, Cause of dire disgrace. Word Squares. I M 1. The height of perfection, 2. A Russian affection. 3. Sers wide awake. 4. An American lake. 27. 1. Clothed in purple, he fared on the best every day, o •n,^Vh'Ut Lwzaru,» 'ore-st. icken, lay at his gaie, <2. This type of a partner—you can't me gains iy Is the one each would surely prefer as help- mate. 3. And here is a margin, an edge, or a border, An old watchword, too, pray excuse the sad pun. ,4. This noble bird soars (tha rapacious" its order) With his wing on the wind and his eye on the sun." 5. The sluggard's Elysium, the weary one's balm, For soothmg our Borrows it acts like a charm. Rotation Changes, 28. lirst found on the edge of a shilling, Oft is perched on the top of a second; Our ancient third ruins, how thrilling, Whilst to fourth friends, you've frequently beckoned; And fifth may be grey, black, or brown, Bound up in a net or hung down. 29. 1. Imprimis (imposing style), A very tiny British isle. 2. An English river, English bir^, And real good English fun's inferred 3. Beware each haunt of vice and sin, For countless dangers third therein., 4. Horse-shoe nsiled above the door, So I've heard, brings sunil,er four. 5. Female Christian name I he, Toby, too, the Punch M.P." Palindrome. 30. Three little maids from school are we, Hoydenish tombovs-one, two, three E'en stood on our heads, we're the same coterie- Three little rompish maids. Intervenagraph. 31. (a) ORIGINAL WORD. Historic mountain you'll have heard of it: Or read thereof in books of Holy Writ: Locati,)n ? Well, tuen be it said, in fine, 'Tis near the coast of Northern Palestine. (h) INTERPOSEB. An article in daily use; but one Which, ask your tradesman for, he's all begone, And can't your order for the same indite, Said article being so in-def-i-nite. (c) COMBINATION WORD. Of Transatlantic birth, engirthed in wiapper, A toothsome morsel for young whipper-snapper: Whilst e'er, in Fashion's world, a growing section Affect this tempting latter-day confection. Harlequin Riddles. 32. if once only named I'm at home on the ocean, And ever in goodly repute; But call me twice over, and then I've a notion You might as well call me a brute. 33. A big hill and a little hill When by a vowel sundered, In triune combination will Ka ne one nt whom we've wondered; Notinf, with iniere-ite(i stare, His antics quaint at mart and fair 34. "—A—A-A— Three dashes, each succeeded by the self-same letter A," With rear-guard of another dash, quite uniform array; Those dashes change to letters, such as best your purpose suit; And then before your mind's eye hangs this bunch of luscious fruit. 35. I may be a trial of speed and endeavour, A «ontest for Fame's envied stripe; I may, of humanity, furnish, as ever, Identity as to the type. I also proclaim the swift course of the rill, That turns the great wheel of the old water-mill. Epilogue. Hark hark the giad, joy bells peal forih in loud strain, So a truce to each puzzle and riddle, Solutions to many, no doubt, are as plain As the i double d is in fiddle"; But should you a tangled skein fail to unwind, Or be floored" by some whimsical caper, The incontroyertibio answer, you'll find, Is recorded elsewhere in YOUR PAPER
A GHASTLY PUN.
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A GHASTLY PUN. u Watch me gobble," remarked the fat turkey cock, as he strutted by the small boy. "That's all right," replied the small boy II but wait till Christmas, antl feel me gobble." I
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After They Found Out, A Detroiter who was driving out on the Holden-road the other day came to a spot where the snow had badly drifted on each side of the track just as a woman driving a horse and pung" entered the other end of the cut. As both held to the road their horses soon came head on and stopped. Why didn't you turn out?" shouted the man. Why didn't you P" replied the woman. I've got seven miles to drive, but I'll stay here all winter before I'll turn out!" And I've got five dozen eggs here, and I'll let 'em freeze as hard as rocks before I'll give an inch!" The man dropped the lines, lighted a cigar, and leaned back on his seat. The woman dropped her lines, lighted her pipe, and wrap- ped the old buffalo robe around her feet. Thus they sat for eight minutes, when the man grew impatient and called- What's the wicts of hogs oat your way ? ')h, you've' gtfk all the pork you want in in your sleigh she isjswered. I'm glad I'm a widower I H And I'm glad i'm a widder 1" lillh ? Are you a widow P" Sartin; and I own 225 acres of the best land in Greenfield. So you are a widower?" "Yes'm. Madam, pray excuse me, I'll cheerfully turn out." "Oh, don't mention it. I'm perfectly willing to haul into the snowbank." A h, madam allow me to hope that you will overlook my- "Oh. certainly. Fine wftther, but rather cold. Good-by." -1 Good-by, madam. Hope you a safe journey."
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THE CONFESSION OF BILL NYE.
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THE CONFESSION OF BILL NYE. BEING A TRUE AND AWFUL STORY OF HOW THIS BASE MAN CAME TO WRITE THE POEM OF BEAUTIFUL SNOW," WITH NAMES AND DATES AND MUCH OTHER CIRCUMSTAN- TIAL EVIDENCE. Will the Weekly Telegraph allow me space in its valuable columns to state fully and finally under what circumstances I wrote the now famous poem called Beautiful Snow" ? I had been reared in luxury, and as a youth did not have anything to do but cut oordwood and clear off timber land, but in an evil hour I was tempted to go to the great city, where folks did not readily fall into my ways. So I left the clearing, and, like Cincinnatus, I also left my steers standing in the furrow, to strike out for the rip-snorting town. At first I was afraid of the oars, and would shy a little when the band played, but I gradually got used to it, and if things sort of startled me I concealed it, and could almost fool some people and make them think I was town-bred, although I even yet hold a cigar like an immigrant, and dodge when I sit by a car window and go past a telegraph pole, I had not been in the city long before I noticed that though I was observed I was not recognised as a general thing. Observation without recognition is a Metropolitan peculiarity. I soon grew to be more and more vacant, and the different boats of my stomach began to get out at elbows, for I had brought my sylvan appetite with me, and also a glazed portmanteau, which would not stay shut except when I wanted to open it to see if my new kid boots were still safe, I walked up and down the same street a good many times trying to look like I waa really going somewhere, which, as Heaven is my judge, I was not. I stopped now and then to scratch my ehilblain against the curb and look at the most expensive diamonds in the jewellery shop windows, and, though my taste was pleased and gratified, it only annoyed and tantalised my appetite. For days and nights I did this, heping that some kind banker would allow his team to run away near me, so that I could save his little daughter and get a chance to wet my finger on a sponge at his counter and count over his coupons for him. But when you come to consider this in a cool methodical way, you will see that it is a most uncertain method for obtaining a situation, for bankers are getting more careful in selectinx-i: their horses, and also the coachman generallyiakes his pick of the daughters, thus leavingtailented but freckle young buckwheaters toiimarry otherwhere. I was so empty that when I buttoned my vest in the morning I could hear it echo along down my corridors. I thought of begging, but 1 could not do that. So I sawivi must starve. If I had not been so hungry if would have gone home, where a barrel of piefcied pork and a bin of atrophied potatoes, witt pale green sprouts a yard long, just fairly, Jaeld out their arms to me. But I had put it,off too long now. I must die on the steeets of a great city and be all mussed up by an autopsy. I put on a clean shirt so that I would not shock the authorities too much, and then I composed myself and waited for death. I waited quite awhile and thought I was going. Then the smell of soft-shell crabs came to my surprised and astonished senses. It was awful. I rose and tore out a few handsful or handfuls of hair, for I could afford it at that time. Suddenly came the temptation to lead an immoral life. I did not know whether to do that or write a poom. I saw on every hand how vice throve, while agricultural virtue stood around and chewed imaginary victuals. Oh, it was an awful hour In the midst of it all I said at last, No, I will not lead a life of shame-till I have tried literature anyhow. I will oompose a poem, for according to what I have heard I am just about hungry enough now to do good literary work." So I seated myself by the waning light, and on a sheet of I brown wrapping-paper, with a little piece of keel, I wrote the words of "Beautiful Snow." 1 can show you the spot yet. It is between the old Castle Garden's north-west corner and Pier 1 of the North Kiver. I also have what is left of the piece of keel and my un- soiled character. Oh, how little I care for the honour of writing "Beautiful Snow" when I think that it saved me, for I took it to an editor and was going to read it to him. He was irritated because it was Saturday and the business office ha4 expressed a wish to usurp the editorial page for advertising purposes, and he was so hot that he told me to go where it had been the whole aim of life thus far to avoid and escape, and he said also that if I would not read the poem and would go far, far away and never come back any more he would give me a dollar. I closed with him and with this generous start I rapidily rose to where I now am, able to keep a team and dawdle through the day at the seaside. This, in brief, is the history of Beautiful Snow." The idea of incorporating into it a young woman who had led a life of shame was purely imagination on my part, and not in any sense a personal experience. The poem was lost that evening accidentally by me where I got something to eat at the Live and Let Live chophouse in the Bowery. I never saw it again till it was printed in the newspapers and copied broadcast over the world. I oared little for the poem, and hated to connect my name with it, fearing that my folks might get hold of it and surmise from it that as soon as I got into town I had fallen, when such was not the case—at that time. It is a beautiful poem, and has a tinge of sadness in it that pleases a great many. It was seized upon greedily by the press and recited in England by Prince Albert at a bean- bag conversazione just before his death. Many, I know, will at once say, If you wrote "Beautiful Snow;' why do you not write again something equally good p My answer is that I can do it at any time when the conditions are right, and some day, gentle reader, I shall prove it to you-if I get hungry enough. In closing, let me say that my home is at Tompkinsville, Staten Island, N.Y., and though I am away most of the year I shall always be glad to see those who were the sole authors of this beautiful poem, and if those who wrote Beautiful Snow will come one at a time to my little villa they will find the most cordial welcome and the most pro- nounced case of exposed latch-string they ever saw.Yours truly, BILL NYE,
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ABOUT CHRISTMAS.. Two thousand pounds of mincemeat are made at Windsor Castle a month before Christmas. The 25th of December, being the Scandi- navian Feast of Yule, was appointed to be kept as Christmas by Pope Telesphorus about 137 A.D. • In some parts of Germany boxes are placed in the cafes for the ends of cigars cut off by smokers, and these are collected and sold each Christmas on behalf of the funds of a society established for the purpose of supplying new clothing to poor children. The sum thus realised in one year amounts to omethlDg like £ 1,200.
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