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it SA 1 n $06 e,«fl( E | n l 'i' : * _ 3 But he did not stop there, for he took from his sack, _ Then he put in the corner where bookcases are, A tall floor lamp for which we're more grateful by far, Than a strong, glaring light from the middle of the room, Since we've neither to live in the glare nor the gloom. Aph:l:ohm&:mwdhdoned wfinky.vlcw. Since I was Wudflm 4 Mq\flck'hawhkmtheb.cbomhmaw. To place, for convenience, an outlet or two. Wmddchmdeliertorandn, tholi;huo'erthem:eltomi'jultthem 7 But in front of the fireplace, beside the new couch, 2 He placed a small reading lamp, taken from his pouch. Thenhofilledupwrnockinz- with candy and toys, For aren't those the presents for girls and for boys? To the end of the parlor St. Nicholas strode, ' And still chuckling with mirth as he carried his load, He uncovered a bridge lamp to use by the desk, Which was just what she'd wished for, our dear Aunt Theress, He advanced, laughing, on serious intent. Adhopuendthhnmdnhfi' Which enhanced its appearance by and by day. Then fixtures with brackets he put on the wall, To add spots of color, to brighten the hall. § (6 A MODERN SANTA CLAUS" was OF NORTHERN ILLINOIS f % Serving 6,000 square miles--202 cities and towns--with Gas or Electricity Mary W. Moore, age 15, residing at 310 West Ansd.mc:hh:wu,nnna': C ?fihmdfi'cfin&nmwmoimg:nafmm wide Better Honte Lighting Contest. . _ Having a creative turn of mind and the ambitioh to be IEN we were supposed to be sleeping quite sound, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. PUBLIC SERVICE COMPANY s Ata ie ue » € id dn P t hi cules 'alstelai t s a it : hick udn 2 00e t i ce ons Aa ie hk ~mwww THE LAKE COUNTY REGISTER, WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 24, 1924 : « individual, Mary Moore presented her essay in the :::c story form printed above. She deftly brings Claus up--to--date and yetleaves him still possessed of the mythical romance with which we love to We feel that Miss Moore's effort is worthy of special notice so we are giving you and others an opportunity to read this poem and compliment her at the same time. "Then he gathered his pack and to hall and to stair, Since the table the center of interest is, He selected a fixture that was not amiss, So with filament lighted, the bulbs are unseen, By the people who dine with my mother, the queen. In the kitchen,, the domain of : He advanced, pausing only a moment, once there, _ : To attach a new light where before none did burn. On the landing, the place where the stairs make a turn. &um'mm;@- tl't:lt'oldchimqmficw puickly started s sirplans, and was Iost to ny view. Then to other rooms quickly the old man flew, He placed a new outlet, a double one then, So that coffee could percolate, waffles could fry, And bread might be toasting, with ham 'n eggs nigh. At the head of the table, for comfort again, Though the light was diffused evenly c'er the room, To prevent any shadows, companions of gloom, He placed lamps c'er the sink and over the stove, ju'nhifih&nthcfloatowdddmpahwe. Then he went to the bedroom where Peggy did sleep, I can swear that I saw him, for I told you 1 peeped. He attached some new fixtures, some brackets were. they, To the wall on each side of the dresser to stay. Then a small boudoir lamp did he place near the bed, Which she always has longed for, so Peggy has said. (Copyright 1924 by Mary W. Moore)