Newspaper Clippings Scrapbook (PH 9-1)(Not Dated) (12 pages)

. Poor Santa Claus! By Caroline B, Condit { I saved my cake for Santa Claus One Christmas Eve at tea, For if riding makes one hungry, How hungry Ze must be! __ I put it on the chimney shelf . _ Where he'd be sure to go— I think it does a person good To be remembered so, When every one was fast asleep (Every one but me), I tiptoed into mamma’s room— Oh! just as s¢#7/—to see : If he had been yet. It made my feelings ache— There sat a°mizzad/e little mouse Eating: Santa’s cake ! A\VISIT FROM SANTA CLAUS, — "Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chim& n “es care, In} 5 hat St. Nicholas soon would bo eres The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums @ in their heads; And mamma in ’kerchief, and I in my danced cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap— ‘ When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to seo what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave a luster of midday to objects below; When, what to my wondering eye should } appear, But miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer . With a little ola driver so lively and ag 2 oment it must be St. Nick am A A T aeeapla than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled and shouted and called them by namo; “Now, Dasher! Now, Prancer, and Vixen! On, Comet! on Cupid! on litzen! ! To the top of the porch, to the top of «Sthe wall! ‘“;ow, dash away, #, ally” . . As dry leaves that before pene dys t with an obstacle When they mee mount to tho sky. ' go up to the house top ith: the ‘sleigh full of toys—and St i Nicholas, too. . And then‘in 2 twinkling roof ‘he prancing and pawing of each iietle 4 hoof. a -. arall Dancer; now, dash away, dash away, the wild hurrithe coursers they I heard on the Dearie me! ee Donder and . . As I drew in my he “round, ' Down the chimn bs . with a Baanas, St. Nicholas came . He was dressed all {n fur from his head ad and we turning. THE MAHOGANY TREE . hiabetia sa Woe ( _ Winds whistle shrill, Iey and) chill, to his foot Little car 4 ‘ } €@ we: : And fue iglothes were all tarnished with . pas we fear ~ soot; ) 4. Weather without, A bundle of toys he had flung on hig heltered about bisa acs; The Mahogany tree, Als Ree like a peddler just opening 5 : i, orrow begone! F His eyes how they twinkled! His dimLife and its ills, c Bless how merry! Duns and their bills, Te chee? Uke tosesy his nose'tike . . Bid Ms Sage’ ¥ ‘ ome with the dawn His grouitttie mouth was drawn up like eee devil sprite,” i eave us to-night And the beard on his chin was as white — Round the old tree. The Benny one ape h — ae weltane& pipe he hel Ris j ; thei é6éld ught in hig THRICE WE OME. nd He, sero {t encircled his head like Now thr — 3 i Ice wel He had a broad face and a little round Which brings peo Christmas belly, . Mincea pies ana Kod cheer, aie Aneok zen he laughed like a bowl sto els and strong: peace : PIg, goose and : He es che y and plump—a right jolly Bo near ost that may bee ; oth the Weather And I laughed when I saw him } ofmyself. ea a A wing of his eye and a twist of his d our Stomachs agree, Observe how the c Do smoke all ps The cooks are providing es dinner, no doubt; ut those on whose tables No victuals appear, O, may they keep Lent 3 All the rest of the year, €; mneyo Boon eae me to know I had nothing to He STORE es ee but went straight And Shed aoe stockings, then turned With holly and ivy So green and He sprang to his alelgh We deck up our house ang to his slelgh, to his team ga our houses a whistle, iat gave As fresh as the day; With bay ana rosemary And Jaurel complete; e And everyone now And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle; ? But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, As a king in conceit. ‘ “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a «sy —ea-Poor Robin's Almanai good night.’ : a ff a. —— Cael. —CLEMENT c. MOORE oS ee eS : pes tie se THE KING OF KINGS. CHRISTMAS AT SEAT pes salsa itt upyour ores eae raerent And send your fears RA skies! ‘Oh, well I saw the pleasant room, the\«uNews from the region of pleasant faces there, Salvation’s born to-day. My mother’s silver spectacles, my fath-) ¢ er’s silver hair; : od whom angels fear, ‘cae ell with yous is entrance here, '‘Josus, And well I saw: the firelight, like a filgsht! Gomes down to dwe [ of homely elves, teepo-day He makes ru Go dancing ,rotind the china plates that’ But not as mona: -hs do. d ttpon the shelves. stand tnon . “eno gold, nor purple swaddling-bands, And well I knew the talk they had, the Wor royal shining ep epee talk that was of me, “A. manger for His crac : ha ,Of the shadows on the household, ond ‘And holds the King 0 i the son that went to sea; . 8 ant. liee »And, oh, the mee fool I seemed, in ᰀ䜀漀Ⰰ shepherds, where eae ' every kind of way. And see His hw panes To be here and hauling frozen ropeS OM jw with tears of joy in a yon & blessed Christmas day. Go, shepherds, kiss the Son. ant sTEVENSON. re —ROBERT LOUIS STEVEN Sasctafeang: and’strateht around wnly armies throng; rs xr harps to Jofty sound, de the sons: Thus The heavy They tune the And thus conclu Sei: Cate Notte a THE HALLOWED TIME. oe s above, y that ever ᤀ最愀椀渀猀琀 that season icod that retens ators ir Makers love, birth.” “Glory ah Let peace sv : Mortals shall know the At their Redeemer's Some sa comes, ; Wherein our Savio brated’. sawning singeth all night! bird ‘pord! and shal oe And men no tunes to ra er “may we lose these useles . sat oes they forget to praise: ’s birth was cele‘ ree ) angels have their sore . The . long; And then, ney Bay, ad; ‘ The ent aro wholesome, then no ‘plans ' ets strike, . No fairy tales, nigh wi owed a So gracio yo pales SOE —SHAKESPHARK. no spirit dares stir ! ns ve, tch hath power tO Gory to Ged that reigns abo hat pitied us forlorm! a us is the time. ye join to shrug our Mak Se Hor born. me For there's @ Bayer SAAC WATTS: -_-* “aa em «.

. Poor Santa Claus! By Caroline B, Condit { I saved my cake for Santa Claus One Christmas Eve at tea, For if riding makes one hungry, How hungry Ze must be! __ I put it on the chimney shelf . _ Where he'd be sure to go— I think it does a person good To be remembered so, When every one was fast asleep (Every one but me), I tiptoed into mamma’s room— Oh! just as s¢#7/—to see : If he had been yet. It made my feelings ache— There sat a°mizzad/e little mouse Eating: Santa’s cake ! A\VISIT FROM SANTA CLAUS, — "Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chim& n “es care, In} 5 hat St. Nicholas soon would bo eres The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums @ in their heads; And mamma in ’kerchief, and I in my danced cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap— ‘ When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to seo what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave a luster of midday to objects below; When, what to my wondering eye should } appear, But miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer . With a little ola driver so lively and ag 2 oment it must be St. Nick am A A T aeeapla than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled and shouted and called them by namo; “Now, Dasher! Now, Prancer, and Vixen! On, Comet! on Cupid! on litzen! ! To the top of the porch, to the top of «Sthe wall! ‘“;ow, dash away, #, ally” . . As dry leaves that before pene dys t with an obstacle When they mee mount to tho sky. ' go up to the house top ith: the ‘sleigh full of toys—and St i Nicholas, too. . And then‘in 2 twinkling roof ‘he prancing and pawing of each iietle 4 hoof. a -. arall Dancer; now, dash away, dash away, the wild hurrithe coursers they I heard on the Dearie me! ee Donder and . . As I drew in my he “round, ' Down the chimn bs . with a Baanas, St. Nicholas came . He was dressed all {n fur from his head ad and we turning. THE MAHOGANY TREE . hiabetia sa Woe ( _ Winds whistle shrill, Iey and) chill, to his foot Little car 4 ‘ } €@ we: : And fue iglothes were all tarnished with . pas we fear ~ soot; ) 4. Weather without, A bundle of toys he had flung on hig heltered about bisa acs; The Mahogany tree, Als Ree like a peddler just opening 5 : i, orrow begone! F His eyes how they twinkled! His dimLife and its ills, c Bless how merry! Duns and their bills, Te chee? Uke tosesy his nose'tike . . Bid Ms Sage’ ¥ ‘ ome with the dawn His grouitttie mouth was drawn up like eee devil sprite,” i eave us to-night And the beard on his chin was as white — Round the old tree. The Benny one ape h — ae weltane& pipe he hel Ris j ; thei é6éld ught in hig THRICE WE OME. nd He, sero {t encircled his head like Now thr — 3 i Ice wel He had a broad face and a little round Which brings peo Christmas belly, . Mincea pies ana Kod cheer, aie Aneok zen he laughed like a bowl sto els and strong: peace : PIg, goose and : He es che y and plump—a right jolly Bo near ost that may bee

; oth the Weather And I laughed when I saw him } ofmyself. ea a A wing of his eye and a twist of his d our Stomachs agree, Observe how the c Do smoke all ps The cooks are providing es dinner, no doubt; ut those on whose tables No victuals appear, O, may they keep Lent 3 All the rest of the year, €; mneyo Boon eae me to know I had nothing to He STORE es ee but went straight And Shed aoe stockings, then turned With holly and ivy So green and He sprang to his alelgh We deck up our house ang to his slelgh, to his team ga our houses a whistle, iat gave As fresh as the day; With bay ana rosemary And Jaurel complete; e And everyone now And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle; ? But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, As a king in conceit. ‘ “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a «sy —ea-Poor Robin's Almanai good night.’ : a ff a. —— Cael. —CLEMENT c. MOORE oS ee eS : pes tie se THE KING OF KINGS. CHRISTMAS AT SEAT pes salsa itt upyour ores eae raerent And send your fears RA skies! ‘Oh, well I saw the pleasant room, the\«uNews from the region of pleasant faces there, Salvation’s born to-day. My mother’s silver spectacles, my fath-) ¢ er’s silver hair; : od whom angels fear, ‘cae ell with yous is entrance here, '‘Josus, And well I saw: the firelight, like a filgsht! Gomes down to dwe [ of homely elves, teepo-day He makes ru Go dancing ,rotind the china plates that’ But not as mona: -hs do. d ttpon the shelves. stand tnon . “eno gold, nor purple swaddling-bands, And well I knew the talk they had, the Wor royal shining ep epee talk that was of me, “A. manger for His crac : ha ,Of the shadows on the household, ond ‘And holds the King 0 i the son that went to sea; . 8 ant. liee »And, oh, the mee fool I seemed, in ᰀ䜀漀Ⰰ shepherds, where eae ' every kind of way. And see His hw panes To be here and hauling frozen ropeS OM jw with tears of joy in a yon & blessed Christmas day. Go, shepherds, kiss the Son. ant sTEVENSON. re —ROBERT LOUIS STEVEN Sasctafeang: and’strateht around wnly armies throng; rs xr harps to Jofty sound, de the sons: Thus The heavy They tune the And thus conclu Sei: Cate Notte a THE HALLOWED TIME. oe s above, y that ever ᤀ最愀椀渀猀琀 that season icod that retens ators ir Makers love, birth.” “Glory ah Let peace sv : Mortals shall know the At their Redeemer's Some sa comes, ; Wherein our Savio brated’. sawning singeth all night! bird ‘pord! and shal oe And men no tunes to ra er “may we lose these useles . sat oes they forget to praise: ’s birth was cele‘ ree ) angels have their sore . The . long; And then, ney Bay, ad; ‘ The ent aro wholesome, then no ‘plans ' ets strike, . No fairy tales, nigh wi owed a So gracio yo pales SOE —SHAKESPHARK. no spirit dares stir ! ns ve, tch hath power tO Gory to Ged that reigns abo hat pitied us forlorm! a us is the time. ye join to shrug our Mak Se Hor born. me For there's @ Bayer SAAC WATTS: -_-* “aa em «.