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VIVE ENTS ~ WO DOLLAM ÀS AR4 PeNm trld M mia mpilhw 67 Tuskfy nm. W rer.ac. oand na em or1wpesblkicn. DECEMBER 21, 1939 Rememberie Poor As preparations are, made to enter into the, pleasures of: the 'approachlnig holida y season, the. thought mntrudes that flot for. al will it be a happy or even, a comfortable celebration of. the birth of Hl-m who said, "The poor ye have always wth yu"Ai- though nearly. two thousanid years have passed since the words were ,spoken, they are as true today as then and have been ial the while. Wfhen we corne to think of it, the re is not such a vast difference between the problems faced by the Judeans and. those wlth which we grapple today. They were governed by .mastê1s, allen for' the most part. In their miserable little tene- ments on the ililsides they shrunk from the tax coilectors, whom they feared even more than their brutal masters, for they were rapacious beyond belief and had no pity. Mothers loolçed upon their babes and won- dered what would become of them. Even Mary, holding tight the form of the infant Christ, must have looked upon His tiny harids and speculated upon what His lot in own. For most of us have a master, niayhap an impersonal one cailed Necessity. Im- personal because he rules over the well-to- do and poor alike. The tax coilectors, though of our own country and not allen, are more numerous, just as greedy and in- sistent. In modern tenements the poor,,. whlch "ye have always with you," sufer hai4hips and endure privations. Mothers look into the faces of their babes and won- necessary for a violator of the ordinance to go to court, with the possibility that the wording of the- ordinance might induce an opinion different from the one just rendered. That procedure would -be a. rather costly one; unjustifi ed whi ,le other means of dis- tribution are available.1 ADead Child There is nothing that so stûrs the emotions as looking down into the ,cold,, stl ,fac àe of a dead child, whose life: has been ended. be- fore is had scarcely begun. Especially i f the child be your own,. and the cause iof death- something ýthat might have been, avoided. Should a policeman corne to your door some evening, perhaps this evening, with the iforati4en tiiet he body' of youir be.ý loved boy or girl is at the undertaker's, life having been snuffèd out when the bi- cycle he or she was 'riding was struck by. an automobile, do not jump to the conclu- sion that it is a case of manslaughter, with the motorist the guilty person. And when you reach the undertaker's, anid are look- ing down into the face of 'your child, re- member how many. many times the .noliUe failing to heed warnings given- in your interest-to see that your ehild did not ride a. bicycle on the street at night without lights, front and rear, or. in other ways violate the traffic regulations set up for the very purpose of protecting hlm from harm. Think that over! reasons for ordering the ship destroyed. Those who despair of the future and wonder "what we are comning to," because 4'the young. people of today are immoral and immnodest," haven't a leg tostand. on whén faced witli the evidence.ý Take the matter: ,of -modesty. We think that modesty is being instilled into the Tinds of to day-'s children as religiously as, ever. it was,«and can prove.it. 1Recently a lady drove a 1-year-old girl to the Winnetka post office, the youngster desirin g to mnaila parcel post pack- age. Aiter a short. perlod she returned to the, car; in which the lady was waiting, but with the package still iniher hand., "WhY," said the lady," What is the. matter? Why did you flot Mail your package?" "Weil,"ý replied the wee, miss, «it was Iike this: I had the mone. Il ready to pay. for the stamps, when the man look- ed at mte and: asked: #Wbat is in. this package?' I didn't know *bat to say,, 50 I týok the'package and came. out. You see, I coulàý't tell the man that the package contained a pair of panties."* Modest? We'll say! Personal vicissitudes, the troubles of the world and the spirit of Christmas are strange ingredients of a concoction that may weil make one mentally dizzy. See that fellow coming down, the road? Ee's quite a way off yet, but pretty soon you'll recog-- nize him. Hie is one of the tax collectors. Which reminds of the following tap-your-foot jingle, written by Berton Braley and published in 1935 i the late Chicago Examiner: The tax assessor will take his share From eve'ry dollar of the taxpayaire! A"stiff straight 'rate on the clothes you wiear, A toll-gcste rate on the thoroughfare, A fltbait rate onthe trout y"o snoere, AUl frorn the pocket of the taxpayaire! Tax, brothers, tax, tax tvith care, Tax ail the assets of the taxpayaire. The tax collector is here and there Collecting tribute fromt the taxpayaire. Hie takes eues dues front the pool playaire;- Hie takes booze dues from the bartendaire: He gets news dues from the pub lishaire; Grabingthe profits of the taxpayaire! Tax brothers, everywhere! Tax ail the labors of the taxpayaire! Taax wherever ihere's a cent to spare, Pile«up the taxes on the taxpayaire! A tax on hnldness a.nd a tr »h- And now to distribute Our Christmas presence among friençis with'a reputation for open-handed hospitaîity and Oodles of good things to eat and- Taz PHANTOM REPOWrR 'I PM CEM à COPT