Bismarck weekly tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1943, 1891-01-02
n NEWS.
A Tribune Correspondent Tells How
Christmas Was Observed at the
National Capital.
Two Great Big Turkeys Were Alb.
sorbed at the Presiden-
tial Table.
A Big Christmas Tree in the East
Room, Fairly Covered With
~a Presents.
The Christmas Club gives n Dinner
TO the Children of the Poor
Of the City,
Aud a Newspaper Does the Same
Act for All the NewsbOyS
in Town.
A Revolving Murder Committed at
bohemia, a Small Village
on Long Island.
The Body Horribly Mutilated-the
Bowels taken Out and Spread
Over the Victim.
The Christmas Club Gives a Dinner
TO the Children of the Poor
OF the City,
Aud a Newspaper Does the Same
Act for All the Newsboys
in Town.
A Revolving Murder Committed at
bohemia, d Small Village
on Long Island.
The Body Horribly Mutilated-the
Bowels taken Out and Spread
Over the Victim.

WASHINGTON, Dec. 1.-The
elf-like reen OF the mistIetoe and the blush
ing holly have decorated the market stalls
for the past ten days, and their presence
still suggests the coming and continuance
Of an unusual season. There seems to be
a whole atmosphere full of choristers
singing sweetly and entrancingly: "Be-
hold! We bring glad tidings; glad tidings
of great joy which shall be to all people,"
There is undoubtedly pleasure galore, for
it is writ upon every face ard is felt in
every hand clasp. The passing OF the
years until they have become centuries;
the flight of time upon noiseIess wings
has Invested this season of the solemnity
with which it was memnonicaily inaugu-
rated. 1t is nc longer regarded as a holy
day season, but a jolly holiday time.
The most cosmopolitan gentleman ever
existent in the mind or memories of peo-
pie is the imaginary Chris Kringle, alias
Santa Claus, alias Saint Nicholas, alias
some other name in some other language.
He has been here with his snowy beard,
fur clothes. jaunty cap, reindeers, presents
and things, and We all have realized his
presence without seeing him. Everybody
comedies that
HE had a broad face and little round belly,
That shook when he laughed like a bowl ull of
Our pictured Santa Claus is a German or
a Dutchman, and we have inherited the
best type of him. He is as popular here
in the capital of the republic as he is at
the homes of the millionaires in the great
cities, in the sod-houses and dug.outs of
the prairies, the log cabins of the wooded
countries, the hillside homes of the noun
taineers or the novels Of poverty in our
centers of trade. Wherever he comes he
makes his friends feel that the world is
bettered for his temporary sOjOurn upon it.
Not only does he make the children Jolly
and happy as little angels, but into the
hearts of every man and woman who has
heard infant lips prattle those sweetest of
words, papa" M "mamma," he leaves
new inspirations of goodness.
Here in the capital we are told that once
upon Il time a select choir came down to
earth and sang,
peace on earth, to men good WILL"
and we are inclined to believe that story
less in this city than anywhere else upon
the globe. There is such a lack of peace,
such a Punishment of good will on every
hand where politicians congregate that we
instinctively feel that it is no wonder that
that flock of angels flew back into the
ethereal azure and never have been seen
nor heard of since. However, there is and
has been a semDlance OF peace and it will
be maintained for a little while. This is
not the day nor the hour for reflections
somber. John A.. Joyce is here and he
says, quoting the poem which he wrote.
and which Ella Wheeler Wilcox says she
wrote:
Laugh, and the world laughs with you,
Weep and you weep alone.
This grand cd earth must borrow it's mirth,
1t has trouble enough of its own"
Two weeks ago there was a civil service
prominent officials. He has five children,
The eldest being only 9 years old; when
they were all getting ready for bed, and
had on their little night gowns, there was
a ring at the door bell, and mamma went
down and opened the door. She ran back
up stairs and told the children that Santa
Claus himself was down in the parlor and
wanted to know whether the children
were all good and deserving of a Christ
mas gift from him. Sure enough the
old fellow was there, for he fol-
lowed IN up stairs and entered
the room. He was dressed so warm and
jolly, that all the children looked at him in
awe, but not in fear. He asked if they
were obedient and il they all learned their
catechism and said their prayers, and they
all assured him that they were the best
children in town. A little five-year-old
kneeled down before him and repeated her
snow | lay me- in order to prove her case
beyond a doubt. Santa Claus left, assur.
them that he was perfectly satisfied, but
that they must not look out of the window
at the RENDERS, or else he would not come
to see them or Christmas night. Then he
departed. But, Oh my, how they did want
to take just n little peep. They heard
HIM 90 out and shut the door, and then
they heard the jingle of the bells, growing
fainter and fainter until they passed away.
there were none but happy dreams under
that roof that night. It was their uncle
John playing Santa Claus and inquiring
about them.
Maybe you would like to know some
thing about the Christmas dinner at the
all about it. In the first place, as soon as
the family was seated, President Harrison
said grace, asking a blessing upon each
member of the family, from himself, as
grandfather and father, down to the little
Baby Mckee, of whom you have heard,
Then the waiter brought in half d dozen
blue point oysters for each n of them:
real sweet little blue points on their half
shells. Now you. know there is nothing
more appetizing than those little oysters
They wlet the appetite for more. Then
came con sOmme soup, but oh 1t was
steaming hot. While they were slipping
and cooling the soup, the president told
some interesting Christmas stories; telling
he was only four years old. AS soon a
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