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Port Perry Star, 25 Dec 1930, p. 5

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Compare Prices. You will get good Value for Your Money. and to wish A MERRY CHRISTMAS . AND A HAPPY AND - PROSPEROUS NEW YEAR } SUTCLIFFE & SONS " Where People Like to Shop " A MERRY CHRISTMAS ~ AND A HAPPY and PROSPEROUS NEW YEAR To ALL Bell Phone--73 W. FRED E. REESOR, Port Perry . SUTCLIFFE & SONS take this ~ opportunity to thank their ~~ customers for their Jatronage, erchants Offer | SPECIAL PRICES MENS SUITS and Overcoats Our prices rodncsd- an F All kinds of cleaned by our New Cleaning Process at very prices. W. T. Rodman Merchant Tailor Over Tel. Office Port Perry RADIO-LECTRIC SERVICE Phone 188 PORT PERRY Shop above Star Office. CAWKER BROS. CHEAPER MEATS Owing to the lower prices on the Live 'Stock Market, we are able to buy better and are offering choice outs of beef, veal and lamb at reduced prices. Phone in your orders--20w il Another Christmas is here and another year is rapidly drawing to a close. There are no other phrases, no matter how words be put to- gether, to make them, that express more sin- cerely the Season's wishes, than these time honored phrases "Merry Christmas and Happy New Year." Moat of us think our biggest success lies in the dollars we make and t happiness centre in the luxuries we can have, but if we will be honest, we will admit that our greatest heri- tage is our friends, £0 it is with business. The personal equa- % tion plays a large part in the success and job a Port Perry Dominion Store wishes all 'A Merry Christmas % and i Pa a Wipe i 4 A Prosperous New Year 5 ALIX. GILBOORD, Proprietor of ca on any enterprise and that person- ality ying much a bivnid those who make up the actual organization of the busi as it is of those who, by their patronage, make the business sible. Our hy then this year, is both to our friends aud those of our own ok anizations who have e our progress possible. endeavours hy oar own sphere, have been towards making that much used word "Service" really mean something and also to e the public who must by necessity, buy e products we handle, h tly, straight- forwardly, and fearlessly, in order that y receive the most for their dollar. These en- deavours will continue with renewed vigor, if that is possible, toward the same ends. We have a uine desire to be a credit to the community in which we live and only by doing our utmost to enhance other's prosperity, can 'we find any for ourselves. Oshawa Lumber Co. LIMITED AtSwan Brothers Port Perry We wish one and all "A MERRY CHRISTMAS | The Old, Old Greeting Ever New _ A Very Merry Christmas and a Prosperous New Year. We add to these sincere wishes a word of thanks "and appreciation for your assistance during 1930, We trust that 1931 may see a continuance of these happy relation- ships and that it may be for all of us a period of real success Sam. N. Griffen Lumber Co. Phone 240. DaorNigit Port Perry PORT PERRY STA Rr + ---- A Jar of Rosemary : There was once a little prince whose mother, the queen, was sick. All summer she lay in bed, and everything was kept quiet in the palace, but when the autumn came she grew better. Every day brought colour to her cheeks, and strength to her limbs, and by and by the little prince was allowed to go into her room and stand be- side her bed to talk to her. ; He was very glad of this for he wanted to ask her what she would like for a Christmas present; and as soon as he had kissed her, and laid his cheek against hers he whispered his question in her ear. "What should I like for a Christmas present?" skid the queen. "A smile and a hug around the neck; these are the dearest gifts I know." But the prince was not satisfied with this answer. "Smiles "and kisses and hugs you can have every day," he said, "but think, mother, think, if you could choose the thing you wanted most in all the world, what would you take?" : So the queen thought and thought, and at last said, "if I might take my choice of all the world, I believe a little jar of rosemary, like that which bloomed in my mother's window when I was a little girl, would please me better than anything else." The little prince was delighted to hear this, and as soon as he had gone out of the queen's room he sent a servant to his father's greenhouses to inquire for a rosemary plant. IN But the servant came back with disappointing news. There were carnations and pinks in the king's greenhouses, and roses with golden hearts, and lovely lilies; but there was no rosemary. Rose- mary was a common herb, and grew, mostly, in country gardens, so the king's gardeners said. "Then go into the country for it," said the little prince. "No matter where it grows, my mother must have it for a Christmas present." ; 80 messengers went into the country here, there -and every- where to seek the plant, but each one came back with the same story to tell; there was rosemary, enough and to spare, in the spring, but the frost had been in the country and there was not a green sprig left to bring to the little prince for his mother's Christmas present. Two days before Christmas, however, news was brought that rosemary had been found, a lovely green plant in a jar, right in the very city where the prince himself lived. "But where is' it?" said he. "Why have you not brought it with you? Go and get it at once." "Well, as for that," said the servant who had found the plant, "there is a little difficulty. The old woman to whom the rosemary belongs did not want to sell it, even though I offered her a handful of silver for it." "Then give her a purse of gold," said the little prince. So a purse filled so full of gold that it could not hold another piece was taken to the old woman; but presently it was brought back; she would not sell her rosemary; no, not even for a purse of gold. "Perhaps if your little highness would go yourself and ask her, she might change her mind," said the prince's nurse. So the royal carriage drawn by six white horses was brought, and the little prince and his servants rode away to the old woman's house, and when they got there the firat thing they spied was the little green plant in a jar standing in the old woman's window. * The old woman herself came to the door, and she was glad to see the little prince. She invited him in, and bade him warm his hands by the fire, and gave him a cooky from her cupboard to eat. She had a little grandson no older than the prince, but he was sick and could not run about and play like other children. He lay in a little white bed in the old woman's room, and the little prince, after he had eaten the cooky, spoke to him, and took out his favorite plaything, which he always carried in his pocket, and showed it to him. J The prince's favorite plaything was a ball which was like no other ball that had ever been made. It was woven of magic stuff as bright as the sunlight, as sparkling as the starlight, and as golden as the moon at harvest time. And when the little prince threw it into the air, or bounded it on the floor, or turned it in his hands, it rang like a chime' of silver hells, The sick child laughed to hear it, and held out his hands for it, and the prince let him hold it which pl d the grandmother as much as the child. But pleased though she was she would not sell the rosemary. She had brought it from the home where she had lived when her little grandson's father was a boy, she said, and she hoped to keep it till she died. So the prince and his servants had to go home without it, No sooner had they gone than the sick child began to talk of the wonderful ball. "If I had such a ball to hold in my hand," he said, "I would be contented all the day," ' "You may as well wish for the moon in the sky," said his grandmother; but she thought of what he had said, and in the evening when he was asleep she put her shawl around her, and tak- ing the jar of rosemary with her she hastened to the king's palace. When she got there the servants asked her-errand but she would answer nothing till they had taken her to the little prince. "Silver and gold would not buy the rosemary," she said when she saw him; "but if you will give me your golden ball for my little grandchild you may have the plant." "But my ball is the most wonderful ball that was ever made!" cried the little prince; "and it is my favorite plaything. I would not give it away for anything." And so the old woman had to go home with her jar of rose- mary under her arm, The next day was the day b8fore Christmas and there was a great stir and bustle in the palace. The queen's physician had said that she might sit up to see the Christmas tree that night, and have her presents with the rest of the family; and every one was run- ning to and fro to get things in readiness for her. The queen had so many presents, and very fine they were, too, that the Christmas tree could pot hold them all, so they were put on the table before the throne and wreathed around with holly and with pine. The litle prince went in with his nurse to see them, and to put his gift, which was a jewel, among them. "She wanted a jar of rosemary" he said as he looked at the glittering heap "She will never thing of it again when she sees these things. You may be sure of that," said the nurse. But "the little prince was not sure. He thought of it himself many times that day, and once, when he was playing with his ball, he said to the nurse. "If I had a rosemary plant, I'd be willing to sell it for a purse of gold. Wouldn't you?" ' "Indeed yes," said the nurse; "and so would anyone else in his right senses. You may be sure of that." The little boy was not satisfied, though, and presently when he had put his ball up and stood at the window watching the snow which had come to whiten the earth. for Christ's birthday, he said to the nurse, "I wish it were spring. It is easy to get rosemary then, is it not?" "Your little highness is like the king's parrot that knows but one word, with your rosemary, rosemary, rosemary," ssid the nurse, 'who was a little out of patience by that time. "Her majesty, the queen, only asked for it to please you. You may be sure of that. But the little prince was not sure; and when the nurse had gone to her supper and he was left by chance for a moment alane, he put on his coat of fur, and taking the ball with him he slipped away 'from the palace, and hastened toward the old woman's house. 'it into her hands. | the rosemary for my mother," A He had never been out at night by himself before, and he might have felt a little afraid had it not been far the friendly stars that 'twinkled i 'the sky above him. , A * "We will show you the way," they Seemed to say; and he trudged on bravely in their light, til], by and by, he came to the hopse and knocked at the door. Now the little sick child had been talking of the wonderful ball ali the evening. "Did you see how it shone, grandmother? And did you hear how the little bells rang?" he said, 'and it was just then that the little prince knocked at the door. The old woman made haste to answer the door and when she saw the prince she was too astonished to | speak. "Here is the ball," he cried, putting "Please give me And so it happened that the, gueen sat down before her great table of gifts the first thing she spied was a Jar of sweet rosemary like that which had bloomed in her mother's window when she was a little girl. "I would rather have it than all the other gifts in the world," she said; and she took the little prince in her arms and kissed him. SONYA Mr. Lachlan McPhail and Miss Mildred McPhail, of Toronto, spent the week end with their parents Mr. and Mrs. D. McPhail Mr. Ferguson Munro and Miss Fish were in Toronto recently. I Mr. and Mrs. William Michael were recent visitors at the home of John Colwell. i Mr. and Mrs. John Murray and son Donald, Mrs. A. MacDonald and Miss Lorna Dure, of Toronto, visited with J. 8. and Mrs. McFarlane, on Sunday. Mr. Geo. Williamson and daughter Marguerite, and Mac and Mrs. Chas. Lunney were in Lindsay on Saturday. Quite a number from here attended the reception for Mr, and Mrs. Wm. Thorburn, formerly Miss Minnie Ferguson, at Sunderland, on Saturday night. Arrangements are being made to have our Christmas tree and enter- tainment in the basement of the church on Christmas eve. A good pro- gram is being prepared. PURPLE HILL On Wednesday evening, December 17th, Purple Hill School held their annual concert and Christmas tree. Among the interesting items on the program were two-pantomines "Jesus Lover of My Soul" and "Juanita" by three senior girls. A dialogue "In Father Time's Of- fice" provided amusement for all as the New Year resolutions of many in the community were sent in by tele- phone or telegrapl. Two duets *No Sir" and "Madam Will You Walk," delighted the audience. A trio of little girls sang and demonstrated "How to Make Pumpkin Pies." Numerous recitations, dialogues and choruses supplemented the program. Mr. Fred Gibson scored his usual success with a few well chosen selec- tions. : Messrs. Reginald Boundy and Gor- don Tripp were well received when they furnished music with the mouth organ and guitar, and sang cowboy songs. / The special feature of the evening was a play by the young people of the community, entitled, "Crafty Grandpa." In brief the story of the play is this: In order to indure his family to stop quarrelling, Grandpa Dillingham offers a reward of $1,000 to the member of the family who ean keep cheerful and happy 'under all circumstances for the next 6 months. During the next few "monthsthe family live in peace and harmony despite accidents, business .disap- pointments, ete. Grandpa is so pleased at the outcome of his ex- periment that he gives one thousand dollars to each member of the family including Dinah "Prouse de Lawd." Cast of Characters--Grandpa Dil- lingham, Herb. Swain; Mr. William Dillingham, Leslie Taylor; Mrs. Wm. Dillingham, Florence McFadden; Nancy Dillingham, Esther Strong; Peter Dillingham, Gordon Strong; Aunt Tanny, Frances Graham; Mrs. Brown, Rosie Henry; Olive Stanwood, Viola Mahaffy; . Professor Billings, Gus Hill; Dinah, (the coloured maid) Vivian Johnston. a The concert was given to a packed AT adoT = 7 kes tT da to

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