The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1895-12-19
CHRISTMAS GREETING.

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For Christmas comes but onee year"
Toms head was level and his hear
right. His counsel is as sound for III
here to-day as it was for our ding-dong
vigorous old forefathers in Merrie Eng
land in the days of bluff King Hal
Those hard-headed, strong projenitors o
ours had a healthy and we'll developed
determination to be at all times as jolly
as possible.
ITS good to be merry and wise" they
held, and It's wise to be merry and good
say we. What il We have tumbled over
ears into hard times? Will grumbine
and whining and worrying ourselves dc
us any good? We trow not.
care to our colin adds nail, no doubt,
And every grin so merry draws one out
Good times have gone to sleep 1--WE
worked them pretty hard while they were
with u.s. and hard times are having their
innings. But good times are not dead
and Christmas is one of their reminders
to us that they will wake again and make
this winter OF our discomfort glorious
summer.
When the gold-bugs cease from troubling,
And vex the land no more
when silver is remonetized
And the Rothschild raid Is Ger
But that's another story. We must re-
member, too, that it's an i'll wind that
blows no good. These hard times have
qualification to be extracted from life
under low pressure. A dinner of herbs
with sauce philosophique and internal con-
tent, is better than "a little bird with q
big bottle" and the results that toe fire.
quently follow. Just as high living is
conducive to many unrestful physical all.
ments, so flush times have a tendency tc
induce moral govt and kindred unhealth.
full psychological troubles.
We can only appreciate pleasure fully
by contrast with care. Care is thus made
minister to pleasure. Let Us cheerfully
consider what time we shall have by
and-by, with digestions restored, with
appetites whetted, and with high and
whole souled resolve to make the most
OF that winsome wench Prosperity when
she responds to our wooing. "a fig for
care and a fig for" Hello Ia knock
(by the pricking OF my thumbs something
wicked this way comes.) Enter! All,
how do you do? Pray be seated. Oh,
you called about that little bill. My very
dear sir, is this time or is this a place
to seek for wealth? Silver and gold /
have none and the New York bankers
are backing up the treasury notes, so that
they may make a raid on the gold re-
serve, and so harass their best friend,
the poor president, what time he returns
from his duck hunt
All, Grover, in the digniiied ease Of
irresponsible position, or lack OF position
we readily settle gold reserve and bond
problems and such like simple matters
But thou abidest in the fierce light that
beats upon the White House. Thou arl
between the devil and the deep sea
Scylla reaches out madly for thee on one
side and Charybdis yawns hungrily fol
thee on the other. And we have the
gratifying certainty that whatever thou
dost it will sure be wrong" But, after
ell, as Bayard said, ''It takes strong
man to rule the American people," And
thou art strong in thy magnificent hide.
bound selfconfdenee. And If thou dosi
not rule the ireeborn people OF America
thou art giving us an excellent imitation
OF one who seeks to do so. But that,
too, is another story. But we are keep
ing our visitor waiting. "Ah, yes, the
bill. Why, my dear sir, l can't even
give my devil his due. It's this way
People can't afford to drink beer; our
subscribers can't get cost price for their
hops, and don't pay up. It's all along
OF that internal gold monometallsm, you
see. II silver were What? Don'l
be in hurry. Heighhol He's off
Now, what can have scared him, | won.
der? He didn't even give me time to
wish him a merry Christmas. He had
all the appearance of being assailed by
sudden alarm. Probably some compunc-
tons visiting OF nature suggested to him
hat Christmas was not the time TO dun
people and that he vas doing what il
him lay to spoil the festive season fol
me. lie feared that might dip my pen
in gall and poison that great source Of
public joy, the weekly newspaper. Nay
nay, Pauline!
"AIl down the years the sages holler
The happiest mans without dollar.
'Viye La bagatelle'-let her go;
II we can't pay, why-we must owe
One debt, however, We can pay. There
are surely some whose Christmas we
can, in some way, to some extent how.
ever small, help to brighten. The cheer,
lni smile, the hearty wish. the hopeful
suggestion, have all their value. As the
bells swing ont their gracious message Of
Peace on earth, goodwill to men," lei
MS think how much we have to be thank.
full for. The thought, though old as the
,ispensation, should be, and is, ever
fresh with gushing vitality in which
the pale and sieklied spectre of care
bushes into rosy Hope-Hope that.
standing fifn on present mercies, points