DAILY EAST OUEGONIAN, PENDLETON, OREGON, MONDAY EVENING, DECEMBER 19, 1921.
TWELVE PAGES
YOUNG PEOPKEC
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I"Told&uo
Irs either go. or else do without
Christmas tree thli year," argued
Jim Chalmers.
"I'd rather do without a tree
than lort you," aald his sister. Cor
nelia, who waa grown-up and married.
"When you came here, you promised
to mind me. and I don't want you to
ro to Buffalo Gulch until they ratch
tht mad atalllon. I should think you'd
be afraid to ro, after the way he
killed the Emerson boy and bit Sam
Gregory and trampled th Roycea'
collie."
"It was gam Gregory who broke In
the stallion, and he'a a rruel. fellow
and deserved to he bitten. He's
spoiled more than one good horse al
ready!" said Cornelia's husband. John.
"Besides I don't believe thnt horse Is
In the Gulch and. If you'll give your
permission. I'll go with Jim and take
a gun along."
"Well." snld Cornelia, "rather thnn
have the kiddles disappointed. I'll
give permission, hut do he careful!"
She was anxious and rather cross,
hut her ynitns hrother and John
started blithely off over the snow
"overed ground, one with an ax and
the other carrying a gun and a coll
of rope.
"Do you think the stallion Is really
mad, or Just bad-tempered on ac
"onnt of Ram'a rounh handling?"
ked Jim, as they crunched through
the shallow snow.
"Hard to any," replied the youne
man. "I suppose horses can go mad
like people, or any other anlmnl. O n
the other hand, he mav he Just mean."
HOW DO I KNOW
T OW do I know that it's Christ
iTm man lime?
1 J By llie holiday ripple of laugh
ing rhyme.
By the mistletoe branch and the berry
wreath
And the jolly red bells that dangle
beneath.
By the beautiful words and the danc
ing eyes.
And the break of each day with it;
new surprise.
By the glittering tree in its fine array
And the sad made glad and the poor
made gay.
Now I know that the snow and the
holly must go 1
But I'm wishing so hard Oh I'm
wishing it so
Thai after the wonderful Christmas
departs,
lis spirit will live all the year in our
hearts I
"But Sis was foolish about our go
ing to the Gulch." said Jim. "The
mad atalllon waa seen last by the
Forest Brook, and like aa not he'a
somewhere near the fence on that
side of the pasture, because they say,
he still hangs around his old herd."
"Like aa not," agreed John, but he
kept his eyes open aa they entered
the woods.
In the Gulch grew aome beautiful
fir-trees, some large, aome small, but
each quite perfect. The man and boy
selected one to their taste, and John
laid down his gun and took off his
heavy coat lined with lamb's wool.
"Let me chop It," Jim urged, so,
without picking up his gun, John
passed the ax to his brother-in-law.
scrambled up the steep rough m14 of
the Gulch. John waa leading the way,
and Just as his head came up level
with the hither ground above tiie
gulch, he stopped short.
"Jim." he said. In a low quick voice,
"the herd la In sitht all huddled
near the barb-wire and the mad stal
lion U capering around near on our
side of the wire. I'll drop the tree
and come for It later. Have you got
my gun?"
"Your gun?" repeated Jim, stupidly.
"I left It back there on the ground
and thoueht you'd pick It up." said
John. "We must go after It. The
stallion has seen me, I think."
"I'll go." said Jim, and handed the
ax to John.
Sliding and aklddlng, the boy
reached the gun In a fairly short time,
and began to hurry back with It, when
he heard a shout from uhove, and
then the clatter of rolling stones.
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There waa no time for anything, ex
cept to try to save himself by flight.
The animal's rolling eye oati.' sight
of the boy. and a shrill cry ratne from
his clenched tetu. Jim ran like a
frightened rabbit. Loose boulders cov
ered with slippery snow kept him
tripping and slipping. The stallion
humped himself and seemed to tobog
gan down to him, bringing along an
avalanche of loose rocks and little
trees. A tall fir, with an unusually
thick trunk, stood near Jim. He placed
his hands on It and as the mad brute
bore down on him. he dodged around
it. Round and round, thla way and
that, the boy dodged, keeping one
hand on the friendly tree.
He had no time to wonder what
John was doing, as every one of his
wits had to he concentrated on his
dodging. The crazy horse was slick
enotish when It came to assault and
battery. He would gallop one way
around the tree and then suddenly
wheel around and go the other way.
hoping to meet his victim. Click
click! his teeth clamped the air sever.-)!
times, so close to some part of
Jim that the hoy ached at the thought
of It. A hore usually takes the chuck
he bites clear out. you know. Kach
time he missed, the heast uttered his
loud shrill scream. Once he dashed
himself nt the tree, giving his head
a whack. aftr which he bit his own
shoulders and tore up the ground.
Jim was panting from the excite
ment and effort. He tried t J keep his
heal cool, but suddenly he slipped
and fe'.l. and before he could rise the
stallion dashed around the tree. The
boy gasped: "John!" and tried to
St up. alr-adv feeling In his Imaglna.
"on. the hoofs and rending teeth of
h!s enemy, when w'llr! something flew
VIAR, 2ANTA CLAU2.
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over the bristling mane of the mad
stallion. Just as he reared himself
over Jim, ha was pulled back, and
fell choking and struggling- In the
snow.
Jim Jumped up and saw that the
horse'a neck was caught In a loop of
rope, and at the other end of the rope
was John. In a moment the animal
was hitched firmly to a tree. The rope
was the one thev had used to truss
up their tree, and how John got It off
so quickly and looped and thrown,
was more than he could ever axplaln.
Leaving the mad atalllon hitched
to the tree, they went to the owner.
Later It was found that nothing could
be done except to end the poor ani
mal's sufferings with a bullet.
"There now." cried Cornelia, "If
you'd Just listened to me. you might
have saved vou"se!ves a lot of bother
For Mother's Sewing Table j&
The Mail Stallion Is On Our Slilo Of The Wire
nnd stood by In order to wutch and
five ndvtce.
The fragrnnt white chips flew nnd
soon duwn cine, the tree. They
cnrnfully tied the bouitlis to the trunk,
winding the rope round and round,
so that the needles might not he
broken or brushed off on their home
ward jotirncv. Then John shouldered
fhe tree, nod .11"'' the nr nmi thev
"Look out. Jim!" shouted John.
"Look out, for what?" Jim glanced
up and ut that Instant his fool slid
Into u hole and down he fell, the gun
Hying out of his grasp and rolling
down the slope. Struggling to his
feet he rushed after, hut before he
could reach It, he heard the quick
heat of Iron hoofs, and there above
blni loomed the great bav stallion.
j"F you are planning to make Moth
R er a Christina gift, and must be
g careful of your pennies, why not
B make a dainty sewing chest for her
work table? E'x empty match boxes,
all the tame size, a piece of silk or
cloth, some paste and a brush will
make the chest. From the material
V't a dozen little pieces Just big
enough to cover the end of the box.
and after you have removed the box
from Its cover, paste one of the little
pieces over each end of It. Do this
to each of the six boxes and when the
paste has dried return the box to Its
cover and atand them two by two. one
shove the other, with paste between
them.
Next, cut from the material a piece
Just the width of the chest from front
to back, and be sure that this piece Is
long enough to go all the way around
the cheat with one end long enough
to overlap the other. The beat way
to get this long piece around your
boxes so that there will he no wrinkles
In It, Is to lay It nut flat upon a table
and apotv the ntte to It. Then put
the chest, top downward, right In the
centre and draw one end of the ma
terial tightly and firmly around the
end to the middle of the bottom and
press It to the chest. Draw the other
end In the same maimer, overlapping
the ends at the centre bottom of the
chest. Ee sparing with the paste, end
try not to touch the right side of the
material with sticky fingers. If care
fully pasted the chest when completed
should show no signs of paste at all.
And now you are ready for the fin
ishing touches. If Mother Is to use
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the chest on her work table It will be
well for her to know Just what each
drawer contains. Let us aee. Just what
you think she will want to keep In
the different drawers. There should
be one for hooks and one for eyes: a
drawer for bone buttons and a drawer
for cloth buttons; a drawer for pins
and a drawer for needles. Let us next
mark the drawers for their contents.
In the centre of the upper left hand
drawer sew, with small stitches, a
hook, and In the centre of the drawer
next to It sew an eye. It will he easy
to tell what Is Inside of those drawers.
On each of the other drawers sew a
simple of what Is to be kept within
It: A bone button on one: a cloth
button on another, a large pin on the
next and a small paper of needles
upon the last one.
When It Is completed ptis a rlhhon
around the sides and tie a bow In the
middle of the top. If yon like you
can stick a spray of holly throuch the
knot, and your hnnd-mnde gift will
look very Chrlstmasy and plea.-dng to
Vn'tinr
and an extra trip to the gulch. I
told you to wait until the atalllon waa
caught, and atill you would go and
now, you aee. It did you do good.
You had to wait anyhow." .
"But we caught the atalllon!" aald
John.
"It doesn't make any difference,''
aald Cornelia. "I told you so!"
"Sure. Sis!" said Jim, cnger to make
peace. "And now the kids have their
tree. It's hidden safe In the wood
shed s-s-sh!"
n junior cook
CRANBERRY SlCK
Wash and pick over 1 pound of
cranberries.
Put Into a saucepan and cover with
1 and cupsful of wa'cr.
Cook till berries are tenJor which
will be about 15 minutes.
Add 2 cupsful granulated sugnr and
cook very slowly for fl minutes. Test
by dropping a few drops from a
snoon. If aauce clinen nt the last
drop. It Is done: If rot. coik a few
minutes lons-er nnd lest .iirain. Cran.
herrlcs RCntch very cnslly ko I' ts bet
ter to cook the sauce longer thnn. to
risk burning:.
This sauce uses every o!t of the
berry, skin and nil and ts therefore
both economical nnd vhn'os'O'r.p.
Try this sauce cnr -cei iber
so that you can make !i pi r.'tvtly ?r
the Christmas dinner.
It Is served cold; In r.i.i dish If
possible as It Is most rtlrut-fivu th.it
WR V.
Dlii you over wonder, aa you fns
ud your stocking on the man-t.ci-lil(
why It was a atocklnt
you were hanging, and not some
Vrtrg much bigger that would hold
many more gifts? I used to wonder.
One Christmas Eve I went to my nurse
with a large latmdry bag and begged
that I might hang thr.t up Instead of a
stocking, ao that I might find It full
of beautiful gifts In the morning.
"Sure, U'a bigger than old Saint
Kick's bag. Itself," ahe exclaimed,
'would you be a selfish child on this
Chrlatmas Eve and keep all the lovely
gifts for yourself?" and to my disap
pointment ahe put away the big bag
and hung my tiny aock above the fire
place. Now the question of why I
should hang up a Blocking and not a
bag or pillowcase or place before
the chimney place a box or other re
ceptacle bothered mo quite a Utile, and
I determined to find out the reason for
the cuatom. Full of my queries 1 ap
proached my father after all (he ex
citement of Christmas morning was
over, and In answer to my questions
this l.s what lie said:
The custom of hanging up stockings
on Christ iti as Kve cunles to us from
a hind far across the Ocean from
Sunny Italy. In the city of I'udua.
long sko, good old Smnt Nicholas used
to go about the streets after dark and
throw through the windows of the
homes of the poor people long knitted
purses, lied at both ends, nnd contain
ing much needed cuius. These purses
were niiide of yarn, otul when united,
looked not unlike a footless stocking.
Finally, as time went on. the poor
people, hoping thus to remind 'he
mote fortunate of their needs, ned to
hung these empty purses out of the
windows on the nliilil before Christ
inas, so that a gift mlglil bo placed in
them. In the north country, where
the weather Is cold ut Christmas lime
the purses were hung by the chimney
place In Hie hope that Saint Nicholas
would drop his offering down the
chimney. When the purses went out
of fashion, stockings as the thing most
like them were used In their stead
and thnt Is why we today still ob
serve the prirMre nnd the custom.
What Other Folks Are Doing
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The HANDY BOY AT HONE
BY CHARLES A. KING.
STATE NORMAL SCHOOL. PLYMOUTH. N.H.
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WHAT W0U1.Q.THEV FlNO-DO YOU SUPPOSC
IF FiOOOAND klTTV-SHOULO HAfSG UP THlR. HOSE?
To And what they'd find cut and paste black spaces together.
OTII the Tooth llrush Holder and j the sunn' wood us the tuimtiire of tliel
lie lied Tatde Set will lie accept- j t.j ,., ,. Imltf De niui,, 0f ,,-d
ihlo Christina presents. Thev , ,,. ,i.u. i,.,,,,i,,,- t,,i and
j lluished as an ai il.'le omplete in K-j
e!f. The lilo. k should be made and j
j carefully squared, beveled for ' valid
1 Pitper. the I" Holes Pored tor matches
an I llH' liin. k r.iiidi u,-red rcudy lot
j liiiislnng. .MaUe noil tit Hie back ,
: which ma in- shaped like the one In;
the sk. t.li or aiioiln i may t" dt-- ,
s.Kiicd idol i.i.ide tuller if desired :
More a i " hoi.- at and n. tke the
I pin which holds the watch of the 1
i same kind ol wood, sandpaper th
, hack ready for fi-itshinu an. I Cue the.
I pin In Its pl.t. e. Make a a lii" Loitoui I
I of a size which w II leave a margin ;
' around about as Indi 'aled. the margin
I iiiu-t app :ir uiilioi tn for the nn 'il or
, sii. h a piece 'i nnslsts In the accuracy
of a,i. h d.-lails N.i'l the hack m Its
are saweii'nia e with I- hrtidit. then the bottom.
may he tnade of any kind of Wood
ocMi-ed and tinlshed by staining. Or bv
eiianiclini; to match the room In which
they are to he used
The tooth tinn-h holder may he made
to suit a fatni! o' -inv ! Iiv atlditi
to or taliliu- 'com the ", en ver' h'.'il d i ;
nu'ii-cntis t i.," fr , n.eniher of the
il :rhnvin m':Ii:,i one or tw.
"tri Ili'Ics Sir i;ue-its In tuaklm t tie
ra-ks a they hu,..l he worked to-,
pether to Insnte un'foemttv In the to- 1
'I 'Ion oT the round holes h. (n whl h
t'le hr;i-'i.a ret: these should he-'
' ic- -,! -i'li n S" .io'.rr hit and th j
".Is c no. I d load- sterwa ril. Ix-lne 1
" fill th-it ' i li e:i- tlx enlncldes '
xv;th the ctr nni''cf'n e nt the " I
xvhi h has just I n bored The'
c'li'.s l.v xvhl. h c ;ii,, rt are saxxeii'
xv ho had xxandered a little out of his
position. Was uccosted by a olUcer
with, "What are you here for?"
"Kalth. xonr honor." said I'at. with
Ins act UHioiiM-d gnu of ttood humor,
,:tl.ey ti ll me I'm here for a century."
In Until in bidding a person good
hxe lliex say "adieu." In Naples "fare I
you uell." in Tuscany "1 hope to have
tlie plciiaurv o; sexon;; you aain." and
in eiip e tliey say "your servant."
In I'.tiijlttiid and in America you are
Steeled with "how do you do?" or
"liow do you act?" in Holland "how
you sail?" And In Italy, "huxy do
x o'i s'and
Till: TOY SHOP
The aalesiuun ot a toy store has
made a e'mn listing eleven of the
Christina articles he hua for sale.
See If you can find them. Vou may
move up, down and ilauttng and you
may use the same leurr more than
once in different wuids, out you must
nut skip.
B s rt l( B
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T O 1 l.i L
H X It S O
O M UGH
KMOMA
My flrsi is In hail but not In stale.
My second is in touch but not In snuff.
My third Is in floxver but not In power,
My fourth Is In raise but not In daze.
I Mv fifth Is In dream but not In steam.
CI IRIS MAS SI lOlTINC
JUST fouitfen days lo Cluisdnus. and wli.it slipping mm! be don
Selecting Christmas prrci.ts is ol Cluitm.is h.ilf the Inn
(The other half of course is gelling gilts ftom all you know).
I.el'i huiry up the windows ol the shops ate all a-glowl
1 he city ways are not the only ones thai ctho loud
With merry shout and laughter and th: hustling of the crowd,
F:or country roads and paths and lanes resound as well with
fa other folk go shopping juit at happy at c&u be,
-ho-iM l e ii ;i'!c w" l sharp pom''!
'H"e (oi a-ti --Id-' of 'he rack n-il
iivx d erx cirefiilix wltli a 'snaro
t'ne axv and iMH.hed with a tile and
-.vi 1' a per.
'I he holes in the lm-'k for the screws
which fa:.Mi the racks to the l k
should be luive r-imn:h to a'tnw the
s I- XV to pl-s thro-l-.-h to the head,
and coun'ei'si iil, tn lilcxv tt-e head u'
A vi rv wood way to finish a piece
like either of I tie atone at r tt has
be, ti stained Is lo Kix e It a coal of
sheila , n,h u dmvti with Oxohi sand
I paper and polish with prepared xxa
I Po'ir pler.-s o" fl it nloo.lt the slle of it
dime n-ax be cut from a'i old hat stul
cloed to 'lie ondcr iile of the bottom
I of the table s,. at (tie corners to pre
vent ma-r-n the top of the table
j l.-pO! XVhl I' H o's
ee loTnmy carry m lVie"bod.
1 I
the sen xv t,, i,r driven to tl i . with
tht b.n k ot tlie ba k.
Jin bed UL1 ,ei may be mad ofjttlio m posted oo inuiKct dut, uud
Purlin the ur uu Ir sh orasar.t.
Wft Wha.1 makes Tommy
nV,r, seem so spry?
Lis only Cnrislmas
draYnnniiqh!
.My sixth Is In aisle but not In style.
My seventh Is In eyes but not In prize.
My whole Is a time of gladness,
AX AUtOsTIO
O ays that are gloomy and ahort and
nlghta that are chilly and long,
E very where winds that are drear
but rising at times Into song,
C old are the woods where the lost
cover the hardened earth,
K ager and merry they laugh When
the log blazes hkh on the hearth,
M any the wishes and hopes that are
formed for Christmas night,
B right are the eyes that watch for
signs of the dawning light,
E ven through darkest night Star
Illumes the way,
R Ight In the heart of winter dawn
bright a Christmas Day.
ASSWLRS
TOY SHOP King, Belt, Horn, Drum,
Popgun, Bear, Dull, Ball, Sled, Ark,
Svldicri.
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