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Christmas Fun and Stories. 41 LANGUAGE AT MIDNIGHT. "Well, Donald, did you see Father Clixist- tnas this time P "No, Aunt Caroline; but I heard what he said when he knocked his foot against the bedpost." VERY POSSIBLY- "I wonder what causes the flight of time?" said the fair maid at the Christmas party. "It is probably isrgred on by the spur of the moment," r( ined the brilliant young man, chuckling i his glass of claret cup. WHEN FATHEK CARVES. We all look on with anxious eyes When father carves the duck, And mother almost always sizaiSP When father carves the duck. Then all of us prepare to rise And hold our bi b" before our eyes, And be prepared for some surprise When father carves the duck. He braces up and grabs a fork Whene'er he carves a. duck, And won't allow a soul to talk Until he's carved the duck. The fork is jabbed into the Acvoss the breast the knife I a'-ides, And everv careful person litLa From firing chips of duck. The platter always seems to slip When father carves a duck, And how it makes the dishes skip, Potatoes fly a muck- The greens and cabbage leap in space, ;I We get some gravy on our face, And father mutters. Hindu grace Whene'er lie carves a duck. We thug have learned' to walk around The dining-room, and pluck From off the window-sills and walls Our share of father's duck; While father growls and blows and jaw" And swears the knife was full of flaws, And mother jaws at him because He couldn't carve a duck. A HINT FOR HUSBANDS. 81 suppose your wife, like mine, will gire you the usual cigars for Christmas?" "No, I've cured her of that." How ? "Smoked 'em in the house." SHARP." It was at a Christmas party, and a gentle- man at the gay gathering asked a friend in a whisper: j "Iiow shall I stir the fire without inter- rupting the music r" "Oh, between the bars, of course," was the reply. 1 FORESTALLED. It was Christmas Eve. A beautiful woman sat staring dolefully at the- embers of the tire.: "Christmas Eve," she rhnrrmirca; "and no taoney to buy baby a Christmas gift." Si«;wlv her eyes wandered round the room tuntil, with a guilty start, they„ rested something standing' on;tlie nt'.iii c pie" It was baby's mojjey-box! Her hands clutched the chair convulsively. "If I only dared!" she murmured. "But What would John say?" For a few moments she stood debating the j awful question in her mind, and then she took the box in her hands. "John need never know," she whispered; then, with guilty face, she broke open the box and emptied on to the table a collection of—tintacks, nails, etc. John had be-en there first. I ILLS, BILLS, AND PILLS. Those Christmas bills those Christmas bills! Precursors of the New Year's ills; 'Mid mistletoe and soft caress if t dream of monetary stress. < Those Christmas bills! those Christmas bills! Their very name my marrow chills! In all the romping and the fun ( I know that I shajl scent a dun. So it will be, when Yuletide's gone, Those Christmas bills will still rizn on Till, both my coin and money spent, 1 slijot the moon to dodge the rejpt. j A HINT TO SANTA. "Papa," said little Arthur, "do you tfiink Santa Claus would mind if I put a note in the chimney and told him in which shop they keep the best toy engines? HAD Tommy (on Christmas morning): "Where 'does Santa Clans get all bis things, mamma?" Mamma: "Oh, he buys them. Tommy: "Well, he must be a jay, to let any- one palm off a tin watch on him?" UNDER THE MISTLETOES. • Marjory with cheeks aglow And lips, each one a berj^jfi Was smiling at the mistlstc^ A smile peculiar—very. I watched them both, and when above Her head the green leaves fluttered; I caught and kissed the girt I love, And something tender uttered. he blushed, of course; the deed was done, Quoth she Since kissing's pleasant; I'll give you just another one, To be your Christmas present!" SATISFIED. He was a poor man but a contented one. ♦"wi ^aus ean!" to him and said: <« v i'- *ou 'vant■> my friend?" °"nn§\' lie replied with becoming «iKi<k'Styj which he hoped would be rewarded. And Santa Claus was so pleased that he g v<i it to him and passed on. „ THE CRY OF THE LITTLE ONES. Oh^v, 1, ■tilG crying about?" "Oh, Mucil. lIe only VVOta *t0 eat, w¡,¡.. LLIS lnaR-tree." t BEDTIME FOR TOMMY. Tdll"»g at merry Christmas party: where do turkeys come from?" "DrmnA° i one on the table) t for on^'o i • sot this olle from a tramp it. Didn'" heXMa?'' *to1* NO CHICKEN. They were discussing the Christmas Eve (Sinner, which was regularly partaken of by the members of the local antiquarian society. "Gentlemen," said the chairman, "this year I am pleased to announce that we shall have a change of menu. A member has pro- mised us a magnificent swan, and, as you must be aware, roast swan is the fashion- able dish of the day." j The announcement was received with ap- plause, and in due course the swan arrived, j and was prepared and sent to table. But, plause, and in due course the swan arrived, j and was prepared and sent to table. But, despite the herculean efforts of the society's j carver, that bird defied the sharpest steel, and some members remarked that a stone ornament had been sent by mistake. I A few days afterwards the chairman met the donor of the swan. I "That was a nice trick you played on us," he said, bitterly. "We couldn't carve your! i»wan, let alone eat it! "Great Scott, sir," said the donor. "You don't mean to say you tried to eat it. I sent that bird to be stuffed and preserved by the club as a curiosity. It has been in our family for the last two hundred and fifty years," j PAT'S PRESENT. Mike: "Did yez give yer woife anyt'iug fer Chrismus, Pat?" I Pat: "Oi did." j Mike: "Phwat did ut cost vp-z? | Pat: "Tin sliiixia's or tin days." I re- marked a commercial traveller, "the one I got last year would be hard to beat. Our guv'nor never gave us a Christmas-box, so you can imagine how surprised we were when he fold us all to go into his office, where he sat with a pile of envelopes in his hand. 4 Gentlemen,' said he, I intend to give each of you a Christmas present this year. These envelopes contain something valuable, which I hope you will make good use of.' "Of course, we thanked him and marched out, thinking that he was a good sort, after all. "And what do you think was in the enve- wpesr "A cheque?" nNo! It was a confounded prescription for the cure of indigestion THE EXPLANATION. Ladv: "I can't aee anything here that's the least bit useful." Shopwalker: "No, madam, you're in the Christmas Present Department." KEEP THE CHANGE. Pyeherley is a hard-hearted man. The spirit of Christmas never enters his body. His wife, however, is different, and last Christmas Eve she entered the dining-room with a troubled look. "Oh, John," she said. "Mary has just swallowed a shilling! Whatever shall we do, "Do?" repeated the master of the house. "Well, I suppose we'd better let her keep it. She would have expected a Christmas-box, anyhow I" BENT AND BROKE. Some men are earnestly bent on giving their families a happy Christmas, and others are just as earnestly broke on it. THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS. Guest departing from Christmas party: "We've had a simply delightful time Hostess: "I'm so glad. At the same time I regret that the storm kept all of our best people away." THE RETURN OF THE WANDERER. The stingy young man approached the flame, of his passion. "Did you receive many Christmas-cards, Miss Buzzer?" he asked, by way of a begin- ning. "Oh, yes! And there was one—unsigned— that I thought particularly dainty and artistic, rxu sure it came from you!" "Indeed!" exclaimed the delighted gentle- man. "And what makes you imagine so?" "■Why," replied the maiden sweetly, "be- cause I sent it to you last Christmas!" ELIGIBLE FOR A BOX. "Christmas-box," said an extremely ragged little urellill, entering a pastrycook's. "What claims have you upon me?" asked the proprietor; "I never saw you before." "Why, please, sir, I looks in at the window to IfIOO what time it is when I go by." I A HIGH TALE. Mrs. Married-a-Month had a nice brace of pheasants sent her for Christmas, and told the servant to cook them for dinner on Box- ing Day, as some friends were coining. Next morning the girl asked: "Please, mum, do you like the birds 'igh?" Mrs. M.: "Like the bird's eye, iM.ary? What do you mean?" Mary: "Well, mum, some folks likes the birds stale? Mrs. M: "Oh, like the bird's tail? Yes, certainly, Mary; bring in both the eye and the tail/' THE UNBELIEVER. Milly (in horrified whisper): "Mamma, Willie is an infidel." J Mamma: "An infidel?" j Milly; Y88; he said he don't believe there's any Santa Claus." I "IF SHE ONLY KNEW." Gertrude had just admitted Arthur at the front door when that bright youth seized the opportunity, and took advantage of the privileges conferred by a bunch of mistletoe, which was hanging in the hall. "0.11, Arthur," she said, "you took a very mean advantage I only wish I knew who had nailed the nasty stuff I would But Arthur stopped the impending threat in the way lIe knew best. Later in the even- I ing little brother Tommy appeared. "Tommy," said Arthur, "I am going to take Gertie away from you soon. Will you mind?" i "Not at all. Me and Sis don't speak," said Tommy, indifferently. Don't gi)eak! Why?" "Because ehe boxed my ears this after- noon, and—-and I only just tipped up the chair when she was nailing up the mistletoe- in the hall, that's all V

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