0 i ; ta du oe RE Boa Wap Bellefonte, Pa., December 13, 1935. THE CHRISTMAS-TREE WOOD Ho, little fellow, if you will be good Some day you may go to the Christmas Tree Wood. It lies to the north of the Country of Dreams, It glitters and and gleams; For tinsel and trinkets grow the trees, Where wonderful toys are for him who will seize. tinkles and thick on sparkles | | | You go by the way of the Road of Be- | Good Whenever you go to the Chritmas-Tree | Wood, And when you draw near you will no- tice the walls | i | | | 1 | | | | That rise high about the fair City ot Dolls, Whose entrance, unless you are wanted, is barred By Tin-Soldier regiments standing on guard. It's over in Candy Land, there where the shops Forever are turning out peppermint drops; Where fences are built of the red-and- white sticks | And houses are fashioned of chocolate bricks, ‘Where meadow and forest and sidewalk and street Are all of materials children can eat. You sail on a ship over Lemonade Lake | there was a soft musical wheeze. And drink all the waves as they quiver and break, And then, when you land, you are un- der the trees Where Jumping Jacks jump in the sway of the breeze— - But only the children most awfully gooa Can ever go into the Christmas-Tree Wood. By Wilbur Nesbit, & Bros. issued by Harper FOUND IN THE SNOW Tommy and Loreny had been to jug and | { |" “Put it up, quick!” | “Mrs. Palmer won't | ’ ’ ” —From ‘The Land of Make-Believe.” | 80Y of 'em when she sees ’em. | with a resolute air. { doll,” said he. he ut it in m ket,”| The next morning there was a said To eagerly. Y. pocush sort of feeble merriment about the Tommy stowed away the candy in |almshouse. There were no og one of the pockets of Mr. Palmer's | mas presents, but the dinner tha great coat. meant a great deal. Mrs. Palmer “Mind you don’t eat a mite of | even smiled wearily as she stirred it,” charged Loreny, sharply. the plum pudding. Tommy and Lo “No, I won’t,” promised Tommy, |reny were kept very busy all the gathering up the jug and can. morning, but, after the grand din- They went on, then suddenly Lo- | ner, when they had eaten the roast reny stopped again. turkey and chicken and plum pud- “Tommy Wood,” she ding, and all the paupers had feast- “there’s another.” ed, they had a little time to them- “Where ?”’ | selves. ; It was a large, flat package.| Loreny stole upstairs to her own Tommy opened it breathlesly. There room. She got a pink calico apron were books in that—story books, in which her heart delighted out o with handsome covers, and one: her bureau drawer, and she dressed | beautiful picture book. Tommy turn-' the doll in it. It was a cold Christ- | ed the leaves and Loreny looked mas, and the window was thick over his shouldr. 3 iy fos, i a She aye bigs “Ain’ 7 k- wit e doll a . ed. A I Te a os tin hls ribbon and tied " all Idowith them?” ask- the pink apron ’roun e o ed biti breathing hard. waist. She kissed it's pretty face. “I dunno, unless you can put “Ain't going to let you freeze this them in your pocket. It won't do to oad inter, dear child,” she whis- leave them lyi under foot.” | pered. : Tommy ey the books care-| As for Tommy, he was out inthe fully, and they just slipped into a snowy pasture behind the alms- pocket of Mr. Palmer's great coat. house, sitting on a rock which | Then he and Loreny went on. | pierced a drift, playing his concer- | gasped, 1 a inute Loren stopped | tina in the freezing December wind, | lr «rm scart most Ys een | He actually picked out a little tune said she. “There’s another!” She which he had heard sung in Sun- day school, and he was in a rap-| He did not feel the cold but was so numb that he and Tommy looked at each other. | Loreny was quite pale. “I s’pose you ' ture. had better pick it up,” she said he faintly. n i A Tommy picked up the parcel, an is hands shook when he unrolled and returned to the almshouse. ne henns shi When he had hidden away his! “Oh!” he cried. | treasure, he went down to the kitch- | It was a beautiful little conesr- | 7, where Loreny had ina. lled it out gently, and € was warming r od fer : y hands over the stove. i “Don’t! Somebody will hear” “Serves you right for staying up| cried Loreny. “Put it up, quick!” | there in the cold so long,” said Mrs. | A stubborn expression came over Palmer. im Tommy's face. “You've got the Presently Mr. Palmer came in, doll,” said he, “I'm going to have Stamping his snowy feet. He had this.” been down to the village and had | some news. “Can't I have it!” | “Deacon Alden’s hired man lost a let us have heap of things out of his cart yes- | terday aternoon,” said he. “Spilt | Tommy stowed the concertina in- | them out of the back—the horse! to a pocket of Mr. Palmer's coat Was kind of frisky—and he never | “I can hide | knew it till he got home. Then he | is j 11 can that went right back, but the things | A Le 2 ay yon were gone. Somebody had picked | molasses | them up.” T icked u the id pe SR, can again; _ ‘It’s just asbad as stealing,” said | the store to do some errands, and but this time he did not set them Mrs. Palmer severely. “Just as bad.” | were on their way back to almshouse where they lived. lights were getting low, western sky was red. The two went | mysterious packages country road. | the road. | The almshouse was | it was | large, white farm house on a hill | there was There were not many paupers on | 1 narrow foot track between Green river; 4 ; % ig drifts. Loreny kept ahead. She|only five—three old women and two | think we've gone to bed. was 3 years older than her brother | old men, beside Tommy and Loreny. | in file down the There had been a heavy fall of snow the day before and not yet trodden down; Timmy, and quite a tall girl. thin, Her wore an old brown cotton dress, a dim plaid shawl, and a faded wor- sted hood, and her arms were full old people sat around the fire, and in her pink apron. Tommy | Mrs. Palmer was preparing supper. | ; tugged a molasses jug in one hand | Mr. Palmer was splitting kindling house. It was bitter cold, the full and a kerosene can in the other. wood out in the shed; with a | hear the axe strokes. He wore | | : : the | go out and bring in some of the Con Alden’s house, they stood hesitat- of brown paper bundles. He was short and sturdy, handsome, little red face. an old coat of Mrs. Palmer’s, almshouse keeper's, which had been | kindlings. but the skirts your hood and shawl, cut down for him, still trailed in the snow. Suddenly Loreny stopped short. “What's that?” she cried, in ex- cited voice. Tommy set down the molasses jug and peeped around her shoul- der. A brown-paper package lay in the road before them. “What do you s’pose it is?” ask- ed Loreny. “Pick it up,” returned Tommy. Loreny eyed it a minute, then she laid her own bundles carefully down on the snow, and unrolled it. “Oh!” she cried. Tommy said nothing, mouth opened and his big. Loreny held a doll with a beauti- | Palmer did not question them; she real flaxen hair.| Was too busy. She looked at it and the tears came | excitement through the ful wax face and into her eyes. “What you goin’ to do with it?” mas and there was to be a great beautiful gasped Tommy. “I dunno,” answered Loreny, slowly. She looked anxiously at her brother. she said “but I dunno who. Palmer won't let me keep her.” “Mrs. Palmer won't let me keep | delightedly. l . her,” Loreny repeated, and her ee | spread through the warm kitchen. fire, eating frosted cake and drink- quivered. Suddenly she wrapped her Loreny set the table, old shawl carefully doll, which was snuggled her defiant air. around the not dressed, and “What you goin’ to do?” inquir-| were full of guilty delight and ten- ed Tommy. “I'm going to carry her Mrs. Palmer, she won't see her un-| Should go up and find them. der my shawl.” “She’ll whip you when she finds it out.” “I don’t care if she does,” return- ed Loreny, holding the doll closer. She picked up the other parcels and went on. Tommy took up the mo- lasses jug and followed. They had gone only a few steps when Loreny stopped again. “There's | something else,” in an awed whisper. Tommy set the jug down. “You pick it up,” said Loreny. Tommy set down the kerosene can also, and brushed past his sister. He picked up the parcel, which was a nice, white one. “Undo it,” said Loreny, trembling. Tommy’s clumsy fingers tugged at the pink string. It was two pounds of Christmas candv. They looked at the beautiful red and white twists and were speechless. she said, Then Loreny spoke in a quick, frightened way. “You tie that right up again, Tommy Wood,” said she. “Don’t you eat a mite of it; it don’t belong to us.” Tommy, with a last, wistful gaze at the candy, tied it up. Then he looked at his sister. “Shall I lay it down again,” he asked. Loreny hesitated. “I dunno, hard- ly. Somebody might step on it af- ter dark.” the down again until he {i ! The | the almshouse. He and Loreny look- With his eyes downcast. As soon as , and the | ed sharply, but there were no more She could, Loreny pulled him | : wiry figure skipped over the which the : I snow as Nentiy as or She | north wind blew in their faces, anu | Tommy with his coat pockets bulg- picked it up, |chamber, and hid the concertina un- but his tucked the eyes grew the sheets of her own little cot bed. “Somebody dropped her,” | turkeys, two chickens and a quan-| and had been lost out of the sleigh, Mrs. | tity of raisins. close to her with a|of the great dinner, home, | Stairs, and terror lest Mrs. Palmer | Palmer, had Loreny turned white. Tommy sat | reached | out | strewn along | into the entry. “Tommy Wood,” she | | whispered, “we’ve got to carry ’em | a | back. It's stealing.” ! “When can we?” “To-night. We must go down the still, after they simply in fact, there were |back stairs real It was half past nine o'clock The children went up the hill on When two small dark figures ran almshouse stood. The down the almshouse hill. One was the | ing; the other was Loreny, hugging they were lad to o into y g £2 which was still wrappea great warm kitchen where the five the doll, It was a mile to Deacon Alden’s they could | moon was up, and the snow creak- |ed under foot. They ran most of “Take off your coat, Tommy, and | the way. When they reached Dea- And, Loreny, take oft ing at the gate. ; and set the| ‘You go in,” said Loreny, table,” said Mrs. Palmer. \ing Tommy a little push. Mrs. Palmer was a little thin] ‘NO, you,” he whispered. woman, and she looked tired. Her Loreny marched up to the door, | voice had a fretful ring. Her hus-|and stood loking amazedly at them. {band was not as energetic as she, _Loreny spoke: “We found these ‘and most of the work came upon things in the road yesterday,” said her. she. She held out the doll, and It was fortunate that Tommy and Tommy began removing the concer- Loreny were expected to leave their | tina from his pocket. out-of-door garments inthe passage.| “Well, I never!” exclaimed Mrs. ‘They shut the kitchen door, and Deacon Alden. “Louisa, do come clattered upstairs in wild haste. | here this minute! No, you come in, Mrs. Palmer called after them, but|You Tommy and Loreny; you are they kept on, Tommy flew into his |freezing out there. ; Tommy and Loreny were bewil- der his pillow, and the candy and dered. They had to think itall over | books behind the door, while Loreny | for a long time afterwards in order precious doll between to understand exactly what had hap- pened. They were pulled gently in- to the warm sitting room, where there was a lamp with a pink shade There was a mild and green plants at the window, almshouse | and Mrs. Deacon Alden’s sister, soft voiced, gentle and sweet faced, in a black silk, was telling them that all these presents—the doll, the concertina, the hooks and the candy—were meant for them giv: | | When they went down stairs Mrs. | that night. The next day was Christ- | | dinner. Mrs. Deacon Alden’s rich, | sister, a widow lady, who was vis- |iting her, had sent in two large The old men and | and that women talked it over, and chuckleg | home. A The fragrance of tea Presently they were sitting by the they could carry them and Tommy ing chocolate. Then there was a (brought in baskets of kindling. Jingle of bells outside, and they | They, too, shared in the anticipation | Were driven back to the almshouse but they had | tucked warmly under fur robes ana They | had a Christmas sleigh ride. 1 Mrs. Deacon Alden went with them to explain matters to Mrs. and her sister whispered to her just before they started: “I mean to take them, Sarah. I am going to see about it tomorrow.” But Tommy and Loreny did not know what that meant until after- 0 ick, now,” charged Mrs. Pal-|ward. That night it was enough for Jou The was too ri out to con-!Loreny to go to sleep with her own sider what a few raisins on Christ- | beautiful doll in her arms and for mas Eve might mean to a little girl | Tommy to sit up in bed fearlessly {and boy. and . play softly on his concertina | However, Tommy and Loreny did |his little Sunday school tune which not think much about raisins—they | happened to be the tune of a Christ- were too anxious to get upstairs, |mas hymn.—By Mary E. Wikins. The old people went to bed early, but the children were up until 9] Q.—What makes o'clock. There were a great many | Smoke | : apples to be pared and pounds of A. —It will smoke when burning raisins to be picked over, an excessive amount of fuel, denot- At 9 o'clock they hurried up to|ing an incoherent adjustment of the their chambers each had a little wick, and consequent imperfect candle in a tin candlestick. Loreny’s | mixture of oxygen. room was opposite Tommy's. She| | was just taking the doll out of the bed, when she heard a sweet wheeze | from the concertina. She flew across the entry. “Tommy Woods,” she whispered, “you stop this minute! She'll be up here!” . Tommy himself looked frightened. “I won't do it again,” said he; “I couldn’t help it.” Finally, Tommy went to sleep with the concertina in his arms and Loreny with the doll. Once in the night she awoke suddenly, for she heard the concertina. She listened in a panic, but she did not hear it again, and went to sleep. | other things on their minds. | derness over their treasures up- After Loreny had washed the ; dishes, then she and Tommy pared {apples and picked over raisins. “Mind you, don’t eat more than an oil lamp Girls in Danger In the age group B u Y 15 to 25 three girls CHRISTMAS SEALS die of tuberculosis to every two boys in Pennsylvania. Among young women from 15 to 30, one out of every four deaths is from this disease. { the hands, BETTY AND BABS IN SMOKELAND The twins were at it again. But then, it was such a rainy day, and who could blame them for getting into mischief. Mother was so busy that morn- ing inthe kitchen and had left Bet- ty and Barbara, aged five, playing in the nursery. For a time the toys had amused the two and then Betty, who was always the first to think of some- thing new, said, “I'm tired of these old things, I wish it would stop raining. Suddenly she hands and danced up and down, “I have an idea, Babs. Let's give Buster a bath.” brother's wire-haired terrier. Babs, who was so much like her twin sister, that often, even Mother | could not tell them apart, and who | do anything | was always ready to that Betty suggested, would be great fun. Everything would have right if thought this been al: may have been, that Babs, who was washing his face, got some soap in his eyes, I do naughty dog jumped right out of the tub and before the twins knew it, went scampering out into the soapy water all the way. Of course there was nothing for Mother to do but to punish the { $ors jo | tle children who just gone. | twins. So she put them both in big ; by the firepl nd t | very happy to find one or several little blue | chairs Yous Srepiice andl) 00 |of us in their Christmas stockings | they must not get down until she told them they could. The twins sat very still, and then—Babs saw it first—right there on the hearth stood the cutest littie man you ever saw. He was dressed ! in a bright orange suit, color of the flames. “Oh,” said Betty, ‘he is motion- ing for us to come with him. Come on Babs, let's go.” And before you could say “Jack Robinson” the little man had taken Babs and Betty by and they were up the chimney and sailing away on a cloud of smoke, with Buster at their heels. “Who are you and where are you taking us,” asked Betty. “I am Sparkle, the fire sprite, nd I am taking you to Smokeland, the land of burned up toys.” “Oh,” said Betty and Babs to- gether, “won't that be fun?” “Here we are,” sang out Sparkle, and there right in front of them was the most beautiful castle you ever saw. “This,” said Sparkle, ‘is the castle of the King and Queen of Smoke- land.” Before the twins knew it they were standing in front of a magnificent throne, upon which sat | a beautiful lady dressed in a gown of softest gauze, with trimmings that sparkled like diamonds. “Why,” said Betty. | Patsy Morris’s Annette.” “Yes, Patsy’s mother thought that because the wax on my face was scratched and my arm was off, that I was of no more use, so she threw me into the fire. She knew nothing of Smokeland.” Beside the lovely Queen sat the King in his velvet robes and with a beautiful gold crown upon his head. | He was the twin’s own “Little Lord Fauntleroy” doll. How they had cried when Mother said that he had got- ten old and his clothes so moth- eaten that she must burn him up. Now he had become a king. “You are welcome to Smokeland,” said the King, “and I want Sparkle to show you all around our lovely city. When you have seen all you wish to see, come and have dinner with the Queen and me.” Babs and Betty thanked the king and calling Buster started off with Sparkle. They had just stepped out of the barking furiously, went tearing across the lawn, and try with all their might the twins could not make him come back. no wonder he barked for there: The gingham dog an dthe calico cat Side by side in the garden sat. The gingham dog and the calico cat wow."’ The calico cat replied, ‘‘Meow.” Buster eeemed to know as sure as fate There was going to be a terrible row. When Sparkle had separated the two and sent them in different di- rections, he took the twins out to see the animals. Of course the ani- mals were the ones which had come from Donny Brown's Noah’s ark. Babs and Betty had played with them many, many times. And who should he taking care of the animals, but ¥rankie West's Raggedy Andy. “Oh, Raggedy Andy,’ the twins at once, gedy Ann?” Andy pointed to a little cottage nestled among the trees. There un- der one of the largest trees sat Raggedy Ann reading a book, which Betty recognized as her “Can You Believe Me Stories,” the very one she had burned last week. Many, many more toys ‘did the children see, Jack-in-the-box, rocking horses, dolls, wagons, sleds, trains, doll houses and so many things, it would take hours and hours to tell about them. At last Sparkle said, “Now it is time to go back to the castle for dinner. We must not keep them waiting.” He took them back a different way and past the kitchen, where the twins nearly shouted for joy when they peeped through the win- dow and saw their own Aunt Dinah. They went on around to the side entrance, where the soldier on guard was none other than the Constant Tin Soldier and right by his door looking with pride at him was the Little Dancing Lady, stil! wearing her lovely dancing dress with the tinsel rose. Sparkle took the children directly “where is Rag- clapped her | Buster was big! Buster had been a good! dog and stood still, but just as the! twins got him nice and soapy—it not know—that just the “You are castle door when Buster, | There was | nothing to do but follow him. Ang! said both | to the King and Queen. When they entered the great hall the Queen motioned for them to come at once to her side. “Babs and Betty,” she said. “A new toy has just arrived in Smoke- land. There stood a lovely little girl with shining yellow curls. Betty knew her at once. She was little Janie Myers’ Shirley Temple doll. Janie was always so rough with her toys and scarcely ever kept them longer than a couple of months. Shirley was smiling as usual, ana could hardly keep those tiny feet from dancing. More than that she seemed to be bubbling over with something she wanted to say. The Queen spoke again, ‘‘Shirley | has something to tell us. While we are waiting to be called to dinner we will sit down and listen.” This was Shirley’s story: “We toys all feel that our visits to the Earth have sometimes been too short, and | that often mothers and children are in too much of a hurry to send us| to Smokeland. “Of course we are always happy here, but we feel that often our work is not finishd and that many times we could still make lots of little children happy. | “It is true that, when our paint is washed off, our legs and arms | broken or lots of other things the coulda hall, down the stairs, and into the pater, Ne bot pretty, but Many {living room on Mother's new rug, times a little water, some pain : A Stareely dale wh on pe ay | shaking himself and splashing dirty, & bottle of glue, can do wonderful ties and easy technique are typical {things for us and make us look | quite new again. | “I know that there are lots of lit- would be very, jor under their Christmas trees, if {only someone would bother to fix us up.” “Oh, I know,” said Betty, ‘the Boy Scouts or the Girl Scouts.” “That's right,” said Sparkle. | “They have been asking for some of us for several years, but still | some mothers and children do no | understand.” | “And that,” said the King, “is {what we want you to do for us. | We want you to go home and tell | everyone how we feel about it, and {ask them all to give their discarded [toys to the Scouts, so that they {can fix them up for Christmas.” | “We will, we will” said Babs and Betty together. “Thank you for tell- ing us, and for the wonderful time | we have had.” {| And now the doors to the beau- tiful dining-room were thrown open. {The King and Queen arose and | beckoned Betty and Babs to follow | them, when— | “Oh, Betty and Babs, Mother is so sorry, she almost forgot you were here, You were so quiet. And Buster, too. Why, you must have been asleep! But come now your dinner is ready.” | What a happy time the clsldren {had telling Mother all about their visit to Smokeland. Mother agreed that no more toys ! should be burned, at least not unt they were too old to fix. And she promised to help them tell all their friends and neighbors. You may be sure Betty and Babs never forgot their trip to Smoke- burg, Pa. STATE'S GAME LANDS NOW A HALF MILLION ACRES Tremendous strides have been made in the game refuge and pub- Pennsylvania since the first tract of |land was purchased and conveyed | to the Commonwealth for the use (of the sportsmen in 1920, commis- | sion officials say. Fifteen years later title for a to- | tal of 465,374 acres had passed to the Commonweath, and 46,000 acres additional were under contract for ! purchase. Money to pay for the latter is available in the state treas- ury, and before the end of the pres- ent calendar year title will have passed to the Commonwealth for more than a half million acres. Every acre acquired was made possible from funds accruing from the sale of resident hunting licen- (Ses. The acquisition of a half mil- | lion acres in fifteen years’ time, for | which $1,674,708 have already been | paid, at no expense to the general | public, and for which more than | $150,000 additional will have been | paid by the end of the calendar year, is something in which not only the hunters of the State, but the public at large can, and should, take justifiable pride, officials said. Pennsylvania sportsmen have suc- ceeded in an accomplishment, of great value to themselves and to posterity unequalled by any other State, or nation in the world. State game lands, unless sportsmen so de- cree, will remain for all time in public ownership, managed to pro- duce a maximum game crop. QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS Q—What is the source of the quotation: ‘This country, with its institutions, belongs to the people who inhabit it. Whenever they shall grow weary of the existing govern- ment, they can exercise their con- stitutional right to dismember or overthrow it?” A.—Lincoln’s first inaugural ad- dress, given at Washington, D. C., March 4, 1861. Q—Will cutting the whiskers of a cat impair its vision? A.—A naturalist found that cats with their whiskers cut short were unable to judge distance accurate- ly. In experiments, cats without whiskers would repeatedly miss their prey when springing for it The investigators concluded that the facial hairs aid the animal to fix its eyes on its prey and that it is undoubtedly injurious to remove the whiskers from a cat which must hunt for its living. Q.—Give the correct Pronunciation of gladiolus. A.—Gla-dai-o-lus, accent is on the second syllable. land.—By Louise L. Hoffer, Philips- | lic shooting grounds system in| OR AND ABOUT WOMEN DAILY THOUGHT THE JOY OF GIVING By John Kendrick Bangs (Copyright, 1913) Who's never known the Joy of Giving Has never known the Bliss of Living— It matters not the style of gift, A bit of gold to ease some shift, Or just a smile, a sunny rift; Of sympathy, some care to lift From shoulders worn and bending; Some little act befriending; A gentle whack Upon the back To lighten up some troubled wight Whose steps have wandered from the light— These all are gifts well worth the giving For those who seek the joy of Living. Just go some day Upon the quiet Out on the way, My friend, and TRY IT! | —There’s a new deal in adult games in Santa Claus’ 1935 pack. “Take a chance” is the grownup’s play motto. Orders for grownup funmakers and parlor sport aids have jumped 20 per cent. The bill for 1935 grownup play is expected to be more than $30,000,000. Games featuring big business deals head the list of new parlor sports. Quick action, big scoring possibili- {of the new deal in card games that |are designed to cut in on contract | bridge popularity. | Multiple game boards are flour- ishing, offering anywhere from four to 50 games. Badminton is a best |seller. Active parlor sports that | head the popularity list include {rubber quoits, miniature bowling and top spinning games, billiards in midget as well as traditional size, the tennis, marksmanship games |and variations of ring toss. Fireside games of the gay 90s are {dressed up in de luxe packaging with chance-taking hazards that are steeper thn ever. Checkers, chess, lotto, parchesi, carom and bingo will fill the stockings Santa is pack- ing for aduts. There are dozens of new racing games, featuring horses, boats, | autos, airplanes and even dogs that give chance-takers a field day. Roller skates are streamlined ana some of them have comparatively noiseless wheels. Parlor magic is having a 1935 vogue. Movie pro- Jectors are best sellers in low-price (ranges. The grownups are borrow- |ing toy telephones for interhouse | communications. Electric trains, model building | sets and the more difficult construc- | tion sets have a grownup following |that is larger than ever. op buying gifts one ways try to have them appro riate, |For instance, do not he > gir: ought aj- {friend a clock for her room when she already has one, Do n i “grandfather” ot give a pair of h ip- pers when he Pp ouse slip pairs donated at different tim other grandchildren, Why is it i the way, that grandparents V ay, always get slippers for Christmas Prooete, ? | elties will be popular as Christmas | gifts, this year, but, unless one |can get the very best, such things | should not be thought of, | Pocketbooks make good gifts; but | of pocketbooks, too, beware. A girl {with a limited income got : {purses one Christmas, besides . own- ling two that were j 2] tion. in good condi | Handkerchiefs are | Be vhody gives handkerchiefs, and | y everybody is gla Bois y glad to receive |and Christmas handkerchiefs | likely to be daintier and softer than those i bought. Therefore | handkerchiefs, by all means, | Remove the legs from the doll and sew firmly to the end of the ‘body a little silk bag just large | enough to hold the twine ball loose- [ly. Then dress the doll in a big fuil skirt and two full capes. Fasten the capes at the neck with a long bow of ribbon. A jaunty little hat made of tufted crepe paper and trimmed with ribbon bows adds the finishing touch. Sew head aad the hat to the ! leave one Ion loop of ribbon by which to Si to ba wall. Two decks of monogrammed bridge cards for $1 are e ¢ xcelle and inexpensive gifts, The ont gramming is done jn gold or silver to match the edges of the cards, —Let’s have a spotless hous Christmas and every other tr the year. A neat little package of SIX special cleaners at $2 makes this possible at a minimum amount of labor. There's a cleaner for grease, rust, ink, paint, fruit stains and scorch and they work like magic. —If you are notsure of a friend's taste In color or period, one of the safest gifts you can make for her home is crystal, advises Helen Koues, director of Good Housekeep- Ing studio. Crystal fits into any background, and has no quarrel with any decorating school, and it gives a lovely lightness and sparkle. palr of crystal vases adq charm to any room, and they are lovely when filled with flowers. You can get them in all shapes, but one of the quaintest is ag pair shaped like an inverted high hat, For the dressng-room, nothing’s lovelier than a lamp with a crystal base and opaline parchment shade in white, peach, yellow, or pale green. A plate of silver luster mirror or plain crystal is serving sandwiches and hors d’oeu- vres. Another suggestion js a crystal relish set with four Separate glass dishes, fitted in a tray or a crystal cigarette jar and four ash trays with a star design on the bottom of each tray as well as on the cover of the jar, already has several - Jewelry, especially the little noy- just the thing for
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