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OREGON CITY COURIER, OREGON CITY, OREGON, THURSDAY, DECEMBER 13, 1917.
J Christmas Uision for 1917
Santa Claus Was Most Rocked from his Faith
in Humanity Until the Vision Came
With troubled eyes and heavy
heart, kind old Santa Claus, on this
Christmas Eve, 1917, drove his rein
deer through the night. In his
thoughts were the battle-fields of
Europe, the bereaved homes, the
starving children. How could he
bring good cheer to this sorrow
stricken world? What gladness
could he put into the stockings of
his little friends?
Sad and discouraged, Santa Claus
gazed at the Christmas Star, which
burned before him as he had never
seen it, red, angry, menacing. Alas!
Had love left the earth? Where
was the Christ Child now? Where
was the Holy Mother? Where were
the Three Wise Men?
As Santa Claus pondered, there
appeared a vision in the sky before
him; he saw the Holy Family seated
on golden thrones, and about them a
host of angels. And beneath the an
gels he saw a vast plain covered
with soldiers, that stretched as far
as the eye could reach. ' And some
of the soldiers were dead and some
were dying.
Now up from the battle-fields
came a murmur of voices, cries of
rage and pain, curses, prayers.
Why had God forsaken them? Why
had ', God allowed this war? Was
there never to be any end to . their
misery? Would no one have pity
upon them.
Suddenly, above the highest
throne, a new glory appeared, the
host of angels bowed in adoration,
and a voice more beautiful ! than
anything in Heaven or earth was
heard:
The Christ Child: Ye are not
forsaken, my brothers; I will have
pity. All that ye suffer I have suf
fered; nor shall your anguish be
. in vain. Have faith and your eyes
.shall be opened to understand that
life and death are one and the same,
now and forever, and that my love,
the soul of man triumphs over all
things.
The Host of Angels Chanting:
Holy, Holy, Holy! Lord God Al
mighty! Which was and is and is
to be.
Now the vision of soldiers vanish
ed and in their places appeared a
vast army of women, their bodies
bent with grief, their faces despair-,
ing. These ' were the innumerable
company of bereaved ones, the
mothers, wives, sisters, sweethearts,
daughters of the soldiers, the dead
and dying soldiers, the mutilated
and disfigured soldiers. Through
the still night their stifled sobs,
their anguished cries ascended. This
sorrow was more than they could
bear. Why had God put love in
their hearts only to torture it? Why
had God let them live through a
shameful fate? Why had God will
ed that their little ones should suf
fer? Again a radiance shone above the
throne, again the angels bowed in
adoration as a woman's voice, full
of infinite tenderness, made reply:
The Holy Mother: I weep with
you, my sisters; I know the bitter
ness of this dark hour. My heart
was torn like yours, my soul was
tortured like yours it was God's
will and for the best. Ye shall
find much comfort in comforting
others who need you, and so ye shall
do God's will.
The Host of Angels Chanting:
Only through pain does woman
bring forth immortal life;
Only through sorrow does woman
achieve eternal love.
The vision of women vanished.
Silence fell under the vast majesty
of night, broken now by a despair
ing cry, as that once awe-inspiring
monarch, Lord and Overlord of all
the Russias, lifted a wailing, whimp
ering prayer from his far Siberian
prison. How had he deserved this
pitiful fate? Why was he thus
cast down, poor and despised, he
who had stood so high among the
highest, the richest, the mightiest of
earth?
Whereupon the most venerable of
the Three Wise Men, he whose eyes
were deep with serene melancholy,
arose and spoke:
The First Wise Man: Weep now,
fallen and forsaken Czar, selfish ty
rant! Bear now the horrors, the
loneliness the shame of that Siber
ian hell prepared by thee for those
who called thee Little Father. Cry
jut thy pain, so that earth's remot
lave as they minister to the good of
)thers; and how little pomps and
ist dwellers may understand how
rain are worldly glory and power
palaces avail to redeem an un
worthy soul.
The Host of Angels Chanting:
Dnly those are great among men
who are great by works of love.
Only those who are humble in spirit
and have won the blessings of the
poor can look upon the Christ
Child's face.
Silence again, then ominously the
heavens darkened. A peal of thun
der shook the all-covering vault, the
Star burned with a deeper red and
hark!
An insistent voice from out the
purple shadows sounded in clamor
ous demand, bitter, arrogant, chal
lenging the Omnipotence of Heaven.
It was the Great War Lord, the
Prince of Arrogance, the Aspirer to
World Dominion, now thwarted, held
at bay, hemmed in by the avenging
forces of an outraged world. Why
had mankind turned against him?
Had he not battled valiantly as a
dauntless ally of the Most High
God? Was he not the Illustrious
Interpreter of God's Will on Earth?
How then could God abandon him
and permit his enemies to have
their way with him?
At which the second of the Three
Wise Men, he whose countenance
was graven like a rock of justice,
lifted his commanding height and
answered sternly:
The Second Wise Man: Speak
not so confidently of thy God, Wil
helm, lest His lightnings smite thee
suddenly. Wouldst know why thou
are held in abhorrence by all man
kind, and thy accursed house with
thee? Listen! Like Lucifer, who
through pride, fell into darkness
from his dazzling archangel glory,
so thou by pride hast fallen into
darkness, In darkness and blindness
thou hast betrayed thine own people,
thou hast raged among the nations,
ravaging defenseless homes, slaying
the wounded, torturing women,
drowning, mothers with babes at
their breasts, visiting thy impious
rage upon innocent children, violat
ing every law and promise, until the
whole world hates and scorns thee.
The Host of Angels Chanting:
Woe! Woe! Woe! On thy knees,
with forehead in the dust, Wilhelm,
ere the wrath of God descend. Woe
to the Hun! Woe to the Hun! Woe
to the Hun!
Slowly, with lingering echoes, the
mighty song died away, and again
the aspect of the heavens changed
the shadows lifted, the Star shone
with kindlier splendor.
Joyfully now the Heavenly com
pany turned expectant faces toward
the western horizon, where a clear,
calm voice was making supplication:
That on this Christmas Eve new
hope might be born into the hearts
of men, new readiness for mutual
sacrifices that would ensure World
Freedom and World Peace. Also
that there be vouchsafed to America
and the leaders of America strength
and wisdom, enabling them to strive
worthily and unselfishly for these
ends.
Now spoke the youngest of the
Three Wise Men, his face radiant
with spiritual power, his arms out
stretched towards the west, as in a
benediction:
The Third Wise Man: Wise and
patient thou hast been, President of
the greatest of Republics, therefore
the srength thou prayest for shall be
given thee. It shall be the duty of
America to protect the weak from
oppression by the strong, not only
abroad, but at home, to protect wo
men and children from oppression
by men, to protect the poor, from
oppression by the rich, to guaran
tee all citizens equal opportunity
and just reward for their toil. Thus
only can love in its full strength and
beauty come into the hearts of all
people; love that shall drive out of
the world all hatred, envies, jealous
ies, and realize thy ' prayer for
World Freedom and World Peace,
love that shall make men and wo
men truly the Children of God.
The Host of Angels Chanting:
Holy, Holy, Holy! Merciful and
mighty!
All Thy works shall praise Thy
name
In earth and sky and sea.
The vision disappeared. The
voices died away. Low in the East
the dawn of Christmas Day was
breaking. A new joy filled the
heart of Santa Claus. With a hap
py gesture, he caught up his whip
and chirped to his reindeer. At
last he understood that God had al
lowed this war so as to make men
better, so as to prepare men for a
Reign of Love. High over head
the Christmas Star was shining, as
of old, in golden majesty flashing
down its message: PEACE ON
EARTH, GOOD WILL TO MEN.
Ladies' World.
MRS. WILSON BURIED
Wife of Prominent Merchant Taken
to Final Resting Place
A great many friends gathered
Friday afternoon .to pay their last
respects to Mrs. Harriet Wilson,
wife of Robert D. Wilson, who died
at her home here on Wednesday.
Rev. H. N. Smith, of the Jennings
Lodge congregational church, con
ducted services from the church and
interment was at Mountain View.
Mrs. Nieta Barlow Lawrence, Dr. R.
A. Prudden and Mrs. E. E. Brodie,
and James Chinn, sang at the serv
ices and Mrs. Brodie sang a solo al
so. Pallbearers were family friends
of long standing,- including L.
Adams, Dr. A. L. Beatie, W. H.
Howell, A. C. Howland, E. G Cau
field and John W. Loder.
Any Name but That
I've beamed when you hollered
"Oh, Girlie!"
I've lppped when you bellowed
"Oh, say!"
I've fallen for "Dearie" and Mis
sus," And everything else till today.
But there's one thing that's got
to be different.
From now till the Great War is
done
Unless -you're prepared for a riot,
You've got to quit calling me
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What Others
Like to Eat at
Christmastide
SPAIN loves lier turkeys. Nor dvos
she find It neie.uiii'y to run tliem
to deuth on tbo I'mins in ordor
to make their meat tender, for the
fowls ore driven into town from long
distances, and their feet are tarred to
withstand the hardness of the loads.
For three duys before Noclio Buena
the streets of the cities and vllluges are
thick with squawking poultry and
bleutlug Iambs and kids that are des
tined for the slaughter.
Cuba fattens up her turkeys on wal
nuts to make their flesh, more tooth
some. Mexico grinds the cooked tur
key to a paste, which Is mixed with
chill, raisins, currants, wine and a few
Either ingredients luto what is called
mole de guajulote. France, too, al
though she shows her partiality for
turkeys by cramming them with truf
fles, coquettes with her Christmas
menu. Now she throws her scarf to
blood red sausage, fat and Juicy; now
to stewed hare with unfermented wine;
again to pheasants, to hazen hens, to
heath cocks.
In Brittany the Tiome cured bam gives
savor to the rye bread and to the choc
olate porridge, especially dedicated to
Noel. In Cuba baked bams, precious
ly boiled In champagne and well sugar
ed, vie for favor with a Spauish piece
de resistance called "Moors and Chris,
tlans," In reminiscence of a page In
Spanish history, and made of black
beans and rice.
In southern Italy, eels, curled round
with tail In mouth, defy time on the'
Christmas board by the emblem of
eternity. In the smaller Italian cities
on the day before Christmas the air
is shrill with cries of kids being
brought to market lit panniers swung
from donkey backs. Chickens, pigeons,
tripe, boiling hot, are other dainties
appropriate to the season, as well as
turkeys, geese and calf's bead.
German and Scandinavian countries
are noted for the bounty of their
drlstmas cheer. In rural neighbor
hoods the tables are spread from
Christmas to Epiphany. England, too,
offers wide and varied hospitality. In
Warwickshire, for instance, they serve
roast crab apples with chine of pork
and elder wine. Yorkshire has Its
frumenty, Its Yule cokes and plum pud
ding. Scotland boasts one dish all her
own haddock, stuffed 'With oatmeal
and onions. Chicago Tribune.
Not Until "Next Christmas."
It was said the other day by an old
southerner in Washington that, no
home loving Virginian ever would
move "until after the next Christmas."
The next Christmas comes and goes,
but there is still another to come, and
the moving is put off and happily will
be put off until the holiday spirit has
gone from the south, a spirit that will
go when the south goes. New York
Evening Post.
A ChriBtm Gift Ttint. Could Not Be
. -Bought.
"Oue of niy most valued giriH tills
past Christina was one Unit money
alone could not have bought." snld
Dolly Wayne in the Philadelphia
Ledger. "It was a pot of wild jlowers
and mosses which bad been trans
planted from the woods in the early
fall and lovingly watched and tended
until Christmas time. When the gift
came to me the pot and saucer bad
been prettily decora led, and on the
hepatlea plants there were .numerous
buds, which blossomed, some on
Chrlstmiis day and others Inter in the
week. The gift still affords me dally
delight. I have enjoyed those sweet
purple and white hepatlea blossoms
far more than I Should have any
florist's roses, for I know that the
plants were gathered and kept for me
by one who understood how -dearly I
love the woods and the treasures found
there."
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Letter
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BE wrote a note to Santa
Ino queerest note inoi fa
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The queerest note that
ever was;
'Twas naught but scrawls and
($) dots and rings
But, oh, it meant so many
' things I j . fa
For little girls, strange to be-lieve,
Want many things on Christ- (fa
muff
She asked for lolls all dress- 'vp
I 4 in blue,
fa And red and pink and purple, fa
. too ;
She asked for. dogs and cats J
( and toys, (if)
T And instruments that make a T
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She asked for candies, cukes J'
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fa And popcorn strung in lengthy fa
Y strings. '-'
0i) She sent her note to Santa
j' Claus, I
fa The queerest note, that ever fa.
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I Her papa mailed it early so
(jfj 'Twould surely off to Santa go. (fa
'Twas naught but struwls and T'
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Of) Rut. nh. it mi ant so mil nil
f things!
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The Courier and Farmer $1.00.
The Courier and Farmer $1.00.
Poor Outlook.
He Too bad I haven't had the ad
vantage of an education as well as you.
dear.
She Believe me, youll get the ad
vantages of mine as soon as we're mar.
ried. Chicago News. !
HAS CHRIST FAILED
In these war days we are very
ant tn sav that "Christianity hap
failed." But just what Christianity
do we mean? A merely nominal
Christianity? Yes, of course it has
fnilnri: it failed before the war; it
always will fail! A pious Christian-
itly? Sure. A soulless unrisuan
ity? Of course. A Christianity
that thousands have professed and
failed to live? Certainly. All these
forms of Christianity have failed.
So do the same kinds of banks and
businesses fail. But does that mean
that the idea of a bank or the idea
of a business is a failure? Because
we misuse a spring, or pollute it,
and it brings on disease and the end
of human lives, is that the fault of
the spring or of the water? We
might, with equal truth, say: "Water
has failed." But has it? We know
very well that it has' not. And ex
actly the same is true of Christian
itythat is, the Christianity of
Christ.
Christ has not failed: His doc
trines have not failed. It is our
failure to accept Christ and his doc
trines that is so evident; our wrong
conception of Christ's real Christian
ity that is at fault. It is we who
have failed: not Christianity: not
Chris.
We want to remember this dis
tinction at this Christmastide when
we would say that "Christianity has
failed." For if we say that, then
why celebrate Christ's birthday?
We don't celebrate the birthdays of
failures. And which one of us is
ready to say at this Christmastide,
with all the weight of war upon us,
that Christ has failed ? Ladies'
Home Journal.
Cut This Out It Is Worth Money
DON'T MISS THIS. Cut out this
slip, enclose with 5c and mail it to
Foley & Co., 2836 Sheffield Ave.,
Chicago, 111., writing your name and
address clearly. You will receive in
return a trial package containing
Foley's Honey and Tar Compound,
for coughs, colds, and croup; Foley
Kidney Pills, for pain in sides and
back, rheumatism, backache, kidney
and bladder ailments; and Foley Ca
thartic Tablets, a wholesome and
thoroughly cleansing cathartic for
constipation, biliousness, headache
and sluggish bowels. Jones Drug
Co.
Farmers Give Bounty
The farmers of the Molalla sec
tion have organized for protecting
their stock from coyotes. They pay
$15 for every coyote killed within
five miles of " Molalla; Freeman
Thomas and Enoch Skirvin were the
first men to claim bounty from the
farmers.
Do your Christmas subscription
renewing early and get a merchan
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We take this opportunity to thank our many customers for their
past patronage, and ask for a continuation of valued business
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Underwear
For the Family
Our Men's Union Suits are
especially good for this sea
son at the price
65c, $1.00, $1.35, $1.85
and $2.00
Men's Two-piece Under
wear 60c, 65c, $1.00, $1.25
and $1.75
Boys' Gray Union Suits in
sizes 26 to 34, good heavy
garments at 75c
Others according to size
60c, 70c, 75c, 80c, 90c
Ladies' Union Suits, both long and
short sleeves. Special at $1.00
Two-piece Underwear, extra heavy and
long, just the thing for this cold wea
ther. . Each 75c
Others at 65c and 45c
Girls' and Misses' Union Suits, accord
ing to size, 60c to 90c
Two-piece Underwear for children
25c, 35c
Announcement
We desire to announce at this time that owing to our
crowded quarters in our present location, we are compelled
to move, therefore our NEW STORE WILL BE LOCATED AT
616-618 Main Street
Now occupied by the Adams Dept. Store
KEEP THIS IN MIND! WILL MOVE SOON
Umbrellas
Make nice presents; we have
them in green, blue and black
silk at
$4.85 .
Cheaper ones all prices down
to 50c
Men's Warm Outing Flannel Gowns
60c, 85c, $1.00, $1.25
El IV
Near Elevator, Oregon City
Good quality Dress Ginghams, all colors, in stripes,
plaids and checks. Per yard -
Heavy grade Outing Flannel, white and colors,
plaids' checks and stripes. Per yard
15c
. 15c
Bungalow Aprons, in a great assortment of shapes and
colors, - . - - 50c, 69c, 85c, 89c and 98c
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