The Penn's Grove record., 1884-02-16

and goes on and on and never comes
back.
We came in sight Of a beautiful man
sion, except the paine, which was
cracked, blistered and spottedl, which
was brightly illuminated with electric
lights. What a beautiful sight. Tie
snow sparkling in its ~briliancy. Tie
light casting gho>tly shadows that were
surprising. This is the place where
the 'Tou' are having a grand time to-
night" said Santa. All the sn0hbs
in the city are here, Let's peep in the
back window aud l VIII show you how
they handle the ladle to get the cream.
| know them all. Now look there.
See That little fat man with the big
gold chain? That is Mr.. Squib5s. lie
is one of the richest men in the city.
He owues a large factory and fries up
Old dead hogs, dogs, horses and every
thing he can squeeze a little grease out
Of and makes prime butter out Of it.
That is his daughter with the big comb
sticking back Of her bangs. The dude
whose arm she is hanging on is the son
of Nh. FIabewhite, the owner of tits
mansion. That is him over there by
the piano. The tall man with the
large mouth aud goatee to match, is
the proprietor of The Flakewhite Pat
ent Gloss Ready Mixed Paint Go. Yes
that is his darling at the piano, with
tie beautiful large mouth and feet. Her
name is Elizabeth, but she likes to be
called Bessie. Now, you see, she is
bowling and banging and looks like
she IS going to have a lit, but she is
OILY singing and playing one Of those
simple melodies which no n can mn
derstand. But stop, here comes the
first couple mentioned, the dude and
the duless. or Mr.. joel Flakewhite,
Gcalled Ell for short, and Miss Mehit-
able Squihbs, (callcd Belle for short.
They are coming to our window; just
listen to them giggle and talk
Why you don't say So" says Belle, |
aud you say that your pa makes all
that money GU. Of glue:'
"Why, yes. my dear Belle-ah, just
out Of Il little glue-ah and a little whit
euing-ah, wat-ah and stuff-ah. That's
all. Amt 1t real cuteE lie has lots
of money ana is going TO buy me a
whole town when 1 get married"
Ia, sou doA't say 50. Ny dear
para Sluibbs can make buttah out Of
Imost nothing. lie makes enough to
supply all tlIv hotels in this country
and is going t. send some to the poor
Aeathen. lie is an educated man and
don't believe in any he'll
Just Ike my pa, said the dude.
LET Us 60. says old Santa, for we
have hts Of places to visit and the
talk Of those poor fools make me sick.
There are 50 many young painters
whose stockings l must fill yet tonight
that we mast ue spry, 50 come along"
Now here lives a painter who
sticks t. lis business and lets every
thing alone that is calculated to de-
grade mankind. lie never uses either
Ready Nib ed Paint unless compelled
TO by his customersj, or whiskey mixed
or unmixed. Everything looks neat
and tidy. Let US go on top and l will
60 down the chimney and you assist
NE and then you come down yourself
if you want to see a happy family"
Ola Santa goes down first and l fol-
low.
"Shut your eyes, Johnnie, or Santa
Clause will not come and give you any
thing, said the mother to the little
curley head who was trying to keep his
eyes opon to get a peep at old Santa.
Tie father, Mr.. Thomas Davis, of the
firm of Davis & Co., house, sign and
ornamental painters, a good and loving
father and husband, was sitting near
the fire reading the latest news lie
would read aloud to his wife and COM
ment upon some of the pieces She
seemed as much interested in them a.
he did himself Santa would not al
low me much time to contemplate the
scene which represented SO much
peace on earth and good will tomen,'
bat FASTENED me away and WE went
flying from house to house. No pen
can describe the poverty aud wretched-
ness in i trip like this
The dance in the grand house goes on
aad a short distance away human be-
iags are freezing and starving. and
those grand (th,eyes) snobb3 say: 'HLet
them freeze and starve.' Let them
starye and die, for all l care" says Mr..
FlakewhNe, they ave nothing bat
poor paiuters."
"One Of oar servants just Informed
me that old Ike Wilson an al of lis
brats are dead" says Mr.. Flakewhite.
Yes, all in a heap" says the dude,
Il saw old IKE yesterday begging ms
usual, but he didn't get anything from
me-
ooh, amt he cute? lie is just too
utterly too-too,' says the dudes,
] paused to listen and old Santa left
me. l went to sleep and commenced
to tall, and could feel myself going
down into a horrible pis, When l
came to the bottom, l found that l
was not hayt, and looking around to
see where l was, | saw She ~oll boy, .
Satan himself. Coming up to me he
said, swell, Frank, old fellow, you
arp inst in fine tD SEQ the rlHn1 plrl1p