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IE ADVERTISER â€" Tuesday, Dec. 24, 1963 â€" Poge 6 LAPLAZA MOTEL by JOY McALLISTER The day after Christmas and all through the night Nuteracker goblins crow with delight; And all through the office mid paper and ink Weary fingers ponder and bieary eyes blink: News is scarce and copy is scanty But the editor insists tho‘ the mind be emp‘y; Dig up an item â€" dig up the dea! Dig up an item â€" dig up the dead I think on the hour and think on the day And think of the children at home and at play; I think of the fire and I think of rum punch And I think I‘ll go home and have me some lunch Back in the office the afternoon drags Dig in the files and pull out some gags, ' Old ones â€" new ones spell out the good cheer "Tis a jolly good season so â€" Happy New Year! MOTEL UNDER NEW MANAGEMENT ODE TO THE SEASON Agnin, she was depressed over a "lost" birthday party. Her mood changed to one of joy after she lifted a rolled manuscript from a branch. It read in part: "In consideration that Miss Annie H. Kée, daughter of H. C. Ide, in the Town of Saint Johnsbury, in the County of Caleâ€" éonia, in the State of Vermont, United Etates of America, was born, out of reaâ€" son, upon: Christmas Day, and is therefore out of all justice denied in consolation and profit of a proper birthday: "And considering that I, the said Robert Louls Stevenson, have attained an age when, O, we never mention it, and that I have now no further use for a birthday of any description, I do hereâ€" by‘ transter, to the said Annie H. Ide all and whole my rights and privileges in the thirteenth day of November, formerty my birthday, now hereby and henceforth, the Dirthday of the said Annie H. Ide, to have, to hold, exercise and enjoy the same in her customary manner, by the sporting of fine raiment, eating of rich meats and receipts of gifts, compliments and copies of verse, according to the manâ€" he called a deed of gift. The document was sent to Ide‘s wife in Vermont with a letter of explanation from her husband. On December 25, 1891, little Annie slowâ€" ner of our ancestors: G@Gave Hexr &A New Birthday Ror Christmas ! 240 BELFIELD ROAD Corner Belficld Rdé. and Mo. 27 Highwoy Proprietor: Mr. B. J. Crawtord BEST WISHES FROM â€" PHONE CH. 1â€"8513 Copy of a paragraph in Stevenson‘s deed to Annie Ide, As the Stor shines across the years, beckoming all to relive anew the wonder and promise of the first Christmas, we would wish for you and yours the great joys of the season. May yours be a Christmas abounding in deepest spiritual rewards and in the many Ibtessings of hame ond fomily, friendship and good will. HAPPY NEW Year ... MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A Stevenson family name.) ‘Two years later, Annie and her mother journeyed to the islands and were met by Ide and Stevenson on November 12. The following day the author took her to & huge feast which the natives were holdâ€" ing in his homor. Annie, who "owned" the muthor‘s birthday, sat at the end of the mative dais and received many gifts. Down through the years Annie carried out the conditions of the birthday deed "by the sporting of fine raiment, eating of rich meats and receipt of gifts." Even after she grew to womanhood and married "AND I DIRECT the said Annie K. Ide to add to the said name of Annie H. Ide the name of Louisaâ€"at least in privateâ€"and I charge her to use my said birthday with moderation and humanity, et tanguam bona filia familiae, the said birthday not being as young as it once was, and having carried me in a very York political leader, W. Bourke Cockran. ‘When Mrs. Cockran decided she had enâ€" Joyed more than her share of Stevenson‘s unique Christmas present she bequeathed the charming deed to her niece, Anita Leslie, in England. Aunnie Ide, before she pued on her unique gift to her niece. .. ." (Louisa was a 251â€"3102 on e TAKE OUT ORDERS 2269 LAKE SHORE BLVD. 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In fact, statistics prove that there are more little boys and girls in my old home town in those days than any other town west of the Mississippi, proportionately to population. It is a matter of which all our citizens are very prous indeed, and is mentioned to everybody who visits This Swede Sam Sudenberg who gives the Christmas tree and celebration to the little boys and girls is a big squarehead who is run out of my old town by Marshal Dillon a year before, because all Swede Sam does is to hang out @round saloons, and drink beer, and whiskey, and keep himself drunked up at all times. Naturally, nobody wishes to see such a charac» ter around my old home town, and Marshal Dilâ€" lon not only runs Swede off, but gives him a good booting down the railroad track to boot. Well, Swede Sam goes up into the Cripple Creek district, and the next thing anybody knows he strikes it rich. He is wandering around the hills drunk one day and falls into an old prosâ€" pect hole, and what does he find in this hole but & pay streak which is overiooked by the guy who first digs the hole, WEDE SAM comes back to my old home town S with plenty of dough, and naturally everybody forgets what a noâ€"account proposition he is when he is there before. Aâ€"noâ€"account guy withâ€" out money, and a noâ€"account guy with plenty of it, are two different matters in my old home town and everywhere else. Well, it is along about Christmas when Swede Sam returns, and he says he wishes to put on & big Christmas tree and celebration because he always loves the little boys and girls of my old hanetown,anddmisnrypmudotmyold home town having so many little boys and giris, &A Bantâ€"Up Christmas :: WHITEâ€"GORDON MERCURY SAYUEAY * â€" an e a %‘\\‘ “}’ xf<,/ ; K( IO K M & ;x\ (‘ _’..{-,;.;fi;- ( E j h â€" lM_fH i Mess ‘\, _z hag 2 2sÂ¥ 7/ fsfi‘@i‘\“ Lla 4 4 6 \\ & C 1 136 LAKESHORE RD. E. Now this does not sound like sense to a lot of people who know Swede Sam well, and know it is not like him to be loving anybody or anyâ€" thing, or being proud of anything, but as long as he has the dough to pay the bills for his celeâ€" bration nobody can see any objection. In fact, many of our citizens are in favor of it, figuring it will save them money in playing Santa Claus. So Swede Sam sends up into the hills and has the biggest pine tree in the whole country cut down and put up in Union Park. Then he goes to Denver and buys Christmas presents for the little boys and girls, though what these presents are nobody knows until the night of the doings. THE TREE is certainly a pretty sight standing there in Union Park all lighted up with elecâ€" trie lights, and decorated with glass balls, and one thing and another, and at the foot of the tree are stacks of long bundles and a whole slew of bicycles. There are hundreds of the long bundles and hundreds of the bicycles which anybody can see are girls‘ bicycles. Furthermore, all their parents are there, figurâ€" ing maybe Santa may have something for them. Old Swede Sam certainly does the thing up right, He has McClelland‘s Silver Cornet Band there and also the choir from the First Methoâ€" dist Church to do some singing, and Preacher Hathaway to say & sermon, and Dr. T. Hannibal Wilcox to make a speech, although of course, Dr. T. Hannibal Wilcox is nobody but old Doc Wilcox. ‘The park is jammed with little boys and girls, pulling and hauling, and much pleasured up over the idea of receiving presents from Santa Claus. Well, of course, & lot of nice things are said about Swede, and what a credit he is to the comâ€" munity, which, of course, he is nothing of the ind and then out comes old Bill Hemming made up as Santa Claus, with whiskers and one thing and another, and starts to hand out the presents. Old Bill is one of Swede Sam‘s old saioon pais. but he makes a firstâ€"rate Santa Claus. It seems the bicycles go to the little girls, every little girl in town getting one, while the long bundles go to the little boys, and they turn out By DAMON RUNYON PORT CREDIT to be .22â€"calibre rifles, with several bomes of cartridges with each one. There is also candy for all hands, including the parents, and then the celebration comes to an end with everybody giving three cheers for Swede Sam. Swede Sam‘s choice of presents, because some of the little boys who get the rifles ame only two of three years old, and some of the girls who get the bicycles are not much older, but everybody figures Sam‘s beart is in the right place anyway. UT BY noon the next day one and all reatise B that Swede Sam picks these presents on pur» pose, and they can see what a terrible man he is at heart. Furthermore, everybody in my old home town is very sorty Marshal Dillon runs Swede off, and makes him sore at us, because by this time of day there is not a live pigeon and very few canary birds left in town, and cripâ€" pled cats and dogs are running every which way screeching and howling like the dickens. Every window light in town is busted, and noâ€" body is safe in the public streets, because if they do not get hit by stray bullets they are sure to be knocked over by little girls learning to ride bicycles. It is one of the most terrible situations that ever comes up back in my old home town out West. Sam got his revenge playing Santa Claus It sounds like the Fourth of July in the streets, as some of the little boys are playing Indians with their rifles, and other little boys are playing cowboys, and everywhere you hear the voices of little female children crying because they tumble off their bicycles. Well, the members of the city council get toâ€" gether as soon as possible and pass an ordinance forbidding .22â€"calibre rifles, or bicycles, in the city limits, but by this time the damage is so great that they also add another ordinance for» bidding public Christmas trees, or Swede Sam Sudenberg within the county lines for a period of 10 years. But the chances are Sweds Sam Sudenberg does not care, because nobody ever sees him anyâ€" where near my old home town again, Story copyright, 1923, New York American, Inc.; Copyright, 1951, King Features Syndicate, Inc, CR. 8â€"6153