The morning times., 1895-12-26

The curtain las gone down on the Christ
mas comedy, but folks generally are wrest
ling with the epilogue.
The play was undoubtedly hummer.
II siZzled, fermeDted, and sparkled with
beer, champagne, and old Kentucky, oysters
inside and outside of the turkey, and canvas
back duck. Theoverture, which WAS played
with Santa at the organ ON Tuesday. was
several centuries ahead OF the music
Of the future.
"Vogner" never composed an opera with
fifty thousand horns, with a side effect
OF ten thousand express wagons rafting
over the cobble stones. Nor did Meyerbeer,
or Bockbeer or Anyotherbeer ever compose
finale that came down with such a crash
and collapse as the Christmas OF 1895.
It's all over now, except the bicarbonate
OF soda, the wet towels, and the mustard
plasters. What great head has that
contingent OF the American people, who
dwell within the District or ColuInbiai
There is not a man or woman or them
who is IN the throcs of the epilogue. who
cares whether there Will be- rise ID the
price OF wool or whether Salisbury H.
playing the game with four spades and 4
club, or four jacks and quceD.
THAT TIRED FEELING.
THE intensely tired feeling which CONES
over the lately celebrant public u like
unto the anecdotc that came 10 the Fourth
precinct from a family IN East Washington.
At y. m. little Jack Wilson had dincd
on everything within three feet OF him.
At p. ID he began To feel tired. and at
ten minutes after he began 10 cry. AT
7;3O he was a wreck 0n the soIa, and
wished aloud that he was dead.
What's the matter. Johnnie dear. Want
more cake. honey
Nom" ssid JOhuny with another writlc
ike the child Of LAGOON; Il don't want
them | dun got
What was the matter with yesjerda , a fier-
noon and night? IL was like sunda =
in Its calm, conteinplativc. introspective.
features. There was only one man out
with horn In the gloaming, and even he
blew like fellow who was looking for the
lost chord. People. who We're able to get
out, walked lazily and slowly II they
had something heavy on their minds. or
as II the department OF the interior had Il
congestion that weighed heavily on the
cerebeilum. One could not help believing
that cranberry sauce is not an antidote for
oledginous turkey, nor liquid mustard for
fat roast pig.
SOME TEMPERANCE PEOPLE.
But the whole city was not dyspeptic nor
UedudCUts- utTe are III W dsIilHStOU tDOu-
sands OF Coed Templars, and Jonadabs,
and Rechabtes who, If they suffered at
all, did SO from the non-essential oils OF
Christmas. They Wore the 'I-told- you-so
look OF the philosophers OF the season.
which is the balm of Giicad for swelled
heads and cramped stonachs.
Taking it all in all, however, it was a
grand success, this Christmas or that
Christmas, Just as ii goes into history
From the setting sun OF the day of holly
berries and mistletoe the eye is turned
towards the sunrise of New Year. BY that
time the most obstinate case OF TOO much
Christmas viii have yielded TO seidltZ
powders in heroic doses. and tn. sun Will
no longer look like the moon through a
smoked glass.
Maybe there was more of happiness be-
hind the scenes than most people wot OF,
for last night was altogether family af-
fair. There was lots of dancing and posing
under the mistletoe bough. There were
champagne and kisses in some houses. and
only bread and cheese and kisses in others,
but In all of them an answer is wanted to
the old question:
Rose kissed me today;
VIII she kiss me tomorrow?