The White Pine news. [volume] (Treasure City, Nev.) 1868-1906, 1885-12-26
CHRISTMAS IN TAILOR.
How It was EnjOyed by Young snd
Old

were busy decorating the hall and get
ting things in shape for the occasion.
That their work was well and taste
fully done was apparent when acrowd-
ed house assembled on Thursday even
ing to witness the advent of Santa
Claus. Four or five rows of the front
benches we're set apart for the children.
At O'Clock, when the curtain was
pulled aside, two trees glistensd ON
the stage, loaded down with beautiful
things of every description. the sight
of which made the youngsters send up
such : melody of delight a. never be-
fore echoed within these walls.
Then 1t wal Santa Claus made his de-
but on the stage. But, oh! ys godsl
What q fright Who could discern In
the grim, sspulchrsal looking object
little jolly old Santa Claus with pipe
in his mouth, bells jingling and = msr-
~ twinkle IN his eyei No one. Even
the little ones repudiatsd the sham
and raised a CRY of alarm that was hard
to quiet. We do not know who this
agent of old Santa was, and We surely
will never inquire. His makeup and
stage attitude must have been Dor
rowed from some of the wardrobes of
the Kuklux Khan.
But the ladies and gentlemen de-
tailed te call the presents and strip
the tree made amends for the defect
noted above, and, - each little ones
name WAS called and the presents dis
tributed, merry laughter, joy and
mirth rsigned again among the young-
sters. 1t took an hour and . half to
distribute the presents and non were
forgotten. Some very handsome pres
ents were also put on the trees for
older people, who seemed to appreci-
ate the gifts with equally as much de-
light as the children.
The following beautiful little poem
was written by VIM. Crary, as az open.
ing ode to Santa Claus, but q look 1t
that "impersonation" scared the peet
of, and it was no wonder:
INVOCATION.
As We lssk through the vista Of long buried
years,
And view all the scenes Of our joys and our
tears;
What pleasures more grand, or e~xultant the
JOY.
Than that Of the child with it's innocent toy
How we hung up our stocking; All! how can
you forgstf
We were looking for Santa Claus-ws lock fer
him yet.
lie never has failed: he will be here tonight !;
The young heart again, will then leap with
delight
fsAErA cLAuso
! am here with my presents again TO bsstow
To my dear little friends, but I've Travelled
And the pogonip's breath on the top of each
las somewhat inclined to make my limbs stlni
But You see | an here with my orders well
nlled,
Netml.hstsnding tn: route and the storms
Ny old framel / still lsve you my dear little
pets,
1t is only The false one that ever fOrgsts.
GREETING.
morel
Ne Pre- the dear gifis you have LEFT US before
And our hearts beai a. warm with the same
fervent glow
As they did in our youth in the days long
Many forms have departed since last you were
herei
With Him they united whose message you
bear;
- - II - - A-~.s- .Az.A - Lii
them to rest,
Their spirits are warm In the Lambs sacred
breast.
Perhaps you have missed them from those now
bersft.
In your cherishing glances DER those who are
left.
As q grateful response, heart with heart doth
now blend,
And they bid you in friendship, Thrice well
come. Old Friendi"
May thy guide be that Star which iIlumined
Der the spot where the Meek and the Lowly
was born;
TIL the vortex Of years dims the star nom the
night,
And the sun dims at last In Eternity's night.
Behold the dear greetings ON each loving face,
From the ranks that are closed TO each miss
ing ones facet
Like the chime Of the bells that greet you else
where,
The chime Of sweet voices now welcome you
here.
May the dear gifts Of friendship you spread
DER the land,