The Washburn leader. [volume] (Washburn, McLean County, N.D.) 1890-1986, 1891-01-03
T"ELEGRAPHlC NEWS.
A Tribune Correspondent Tells How
Christmas Was Observed at the
National Capital.
Two Great Big Turkeys We're Alb
sorbed at the Presiden-
tial Table.
A Big Christmas Tree in the East
Room, Fairly Covered With
Presents.
The Christmas Club Gives II Dinner
to the Children of the Poor
of the City,
And q Newspaper Does the Same
Act for All the NeWsbOys
in Town.
A Revolving Murder Committed at
Bohemia, a Small Village
III Long Island,
The Body Horribly Mutilated-the
Bowels taken Out and Spread
Over the Victim.
The Christmas Club Gives u Dinner
to the Children of the Poor
of the City,
And q 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.

WASHINGTON, Dec. 27.-[Special.]-The
elf-like ereen of the mistletOe 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
q 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 noiseless wings
has Invested this season of the solemnity
with which it was memnonically inaugu-
rated. 1t is no longer regarded as a holy
day season, but a jolly holiday time.
The most cosmopolitan gentleman ever
existent in the mind or memories of pe0-
pie is the imaginary Chris KringIe, 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, RENDERS, 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,
jelly"
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 m%illionaires 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' and "mamma." he leaves
new inspirations of goodness.
Here in the capital we are told that once
Upon Il time q select choir came down to
earth and sang,
Peace on earth, to men good WILL"
and we n inclined to believe that story
less in this city than anywhere else upon
the globe. There is such a lack of peace,
such 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 semblance of peace and it will
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: i.
Laugh. and the world laughs with you,
mMeep and yen weep alone:
1t has trouble enough of its own"
Two weeks ago there was a civil service
examination In the home of one of our
prominent officials. He has five children,
the eldest being only 8 years old; when
they were all getting ready for bed, and
had on their little night gowns, there was
q ring at the door bell, and mamma went
up stairs nau and SpG told the the child Children mt that aa1 SANTA ANITA
Claus himself was down in the parlor and
wanted to know whether the children
were all good and deserving of q Christ
mas gift from him. Sure enough the
old fellow was there, for he fol-
lowed mamma up stairs and entered
the room. BE was dressed SO warm and
jolly, that all the children looked at him In
awe, but not in fear. He asked IL 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 I lay me-" in order tD prove her case
beyond . doubt. Santa Claus left, assur.
them that he was perfectly satisfied, but
that they must not lock out Of the window
at h RENDERS, or else he would not come
to see them on Christmas night. Then he
departed. But, oh my, how they did want
to take just One little peep. They heard
him 20 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. 1t 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 +
White House. Fortunately I can tell you
all about 1t. In the first place, as soon as !
the family was seated, President Harrison |
said grace, asking q 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 q dozen
real sweet little blue points on their half
shells. Now you know there is nothing
more appetizing than those little oysters.
They whet the appetite for more. Then
came con SOmme soup, but oh It was |
steemtng hot. While they were sippino
n cooling the soup, the president told
some interesting Christmas stories: telling
them all about his Christmas dinner when
ne was only four years old. As soon as
the soup was disposed Of, two great big
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