Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1891-12-26

HE BELIEVES THAT CHARITY BEGINS AT HOME.
25th of December, that is Christmas night;
My work is all done so thought would write
A letter, dear children, to let you all know
That am quite well and hope you are so.
I'm little old fashioned and plain it's true,
But you'll forgive me as I'd forgive you.
I've a story "a moral, too, by your leaye)
It's about my travels DER the world Xmas eve.
About the strange places and things have seen,
For Pm welcome, you know, to even the Queen.
They send me missions to every known cline,
But I've gone on their missions the very last time
There are ladies, dear children and some girls and
boys,
Who save up their money to buy clothes, books and
toys,
And send them way off across the big sea
To the African. black and heather Chinee.
Yet around them they see poor children each day,
But they always ignore them at church. school, or
play.
Well, they sent me out, last Christmas, a year.
With barrels of things for the poor heather dear.
landed at night in African woods,
And began at once to distribute my goods.
But some how or other, cannot tell why,
woke up those demons who. with hue and cry,
Caught me- bound me. decided to cook me in state;
While listened in terror learned of my fate
"Fat Judgy, yum, yum" and they punched in my
side,
rhey gathered around, to a stake Twas tied
My hair stood in horror when heard all their plan;
They decided in council TO boil the fat man.
Six fat pups and myself, in one pot,
Would make great feast for the whole heather lot,
Some fat worms and bugs would Sarnish the meat
They smacked their thick lips they thought OF
the treat.
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Served up without grace, seemed to me very vile.
Well, while they were waiting their water to boil,
s In order to me, my mission to fail,
They seized on my pack to distribute my goods
Held high heather carnival there il the woods.
The red flannel shirts, embroidered SO fine,
We're stuck up for banners on poles in line,
Trousers and stockings made bags for these fools,
Who used slippers for charms, plug hats for stools
The books were condemned and put in the fire.
They'll hoodoo my people," said big heathet sire
was mad as halter, but their triumph was short
For "Dunder and BltzeIi'' broke loose with snort
And galioped of home on the wings of the wind.
Enraged were my people, I'd been left behind.
They sharpened their swords on the edge of the
moon,
And came to my rescue not minute too soon.
was snatched from the jaws of that African crowd
So Eve made up my mind, while Tine not bit
proud,
TO the level of such I'll not again stoop.
In short my dears. IN keep out of the soup.
There's p,easanter story, my children, for you
And it has all the merit OF being true.
Some ladies and children decided this year
10 bring all the pleasures of Christmas quite near
They put big basket into my pack
And said when it got empty 1 should come back
And to give free gift to each child in the place.
THAT would bring sweet smile to each little face
At the last chimney top tits mans way my dear
With my thumb to my nose blew out a tear,
And thought could these smiles on the faces so
small
Be wreathed in a rainbow OF glory for all,
'rvould reach from that place to bright sunny
cline
where hearts ,.fe kept merry by long Christmas
And the moral, All. that for himself each one
Iknow you'll not miss it. Yours truly,
8. CLAUSE,