Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-12-24

This year It lind me In London where,
in spite of traditional English cheer
roast beef, boar's head and plum pud-
ding-we American exiles look l~ongingly
back to the land of turkey and cranberry
sauce
WILLIAM NORRIS.
As the mimic father of the children Of
Ghetto the fact which appeals to me
most on this festival of the Christian
Messiah is the Christlike federation which
has become the rule of civilization.
Every honest Christian heart beats in
sympathy with Dreyfus. the Jew. in the
persecution to which he was subjected.
/ will spend this Christmas in England,
whe people make more of the holiday
that IN where in the world. though I
fear my heart will be in America
WILTON LACKAYE
London.
A Christmas sentiment? There Is only
one, and every normal creature feels it
Just about December %. And to that one
sentiment we ma strive to give fresh
novelty by clothing 1t in new words.
But let the wording be simple or ornate,
let 1t cover seven pages or let it embrace
only the original seven words, it will still
be the same-two thousand years old and
yet never old, Peace on earth, good will
to men"
London.
ANDREW MACK.
Christmas and all its time honored
customs have always been very dear to
me. I certainly believe ones heart is
kept young by a belief in its sentiments
n poetry. and In reply to your request
may l quote Dickens and say, with Tiny
Tim, "God bless us, every one?'
KATHERINE FLORENCE.
(Mrs. Fritz Wllliams.)
In Paris on national holidays the thea
tres are thrown open to the common peo-
pie, and to hem is offered up the best
in French art, interpreted by the great
est artists of the day. What great and
successful American manager will next
year make an Xmas present of his thea
tire and its attraction to the poor drama
lovers of our great metropolis?
MARY SHAW.
My best wish for the human race is
that it may continue to successfully de-
ceive itself.
WILLIAM GILLETTE
Christmas day, though to the actor a
day of increased toll, / look forward to
with keen delight. The all ~perevading
holiday spirit being infectious, l am sur
rounded with the magnetic influence and
regard what is sometimes hard work as
genuine pleasure. Sincerely,
HARRY CORSON CLARKE
Shakespeare says somewhere Gin
Loves Labor Lost" 1 Think:
AT Christmas time l no more desire a
rose
show"
AS a cantatrice I naturally cannot sub
scribe to this quite natural sentiment
(the only lines indeed in the master
which do not wholly appeal to mel, for I
love roses, and especially in December,
the height of the musical season, when
they come to me as a fragrant tribute
to the art in which l strive to excel. But
when your poet observes, $50 hall%wed
and so sacred is the time / feel 1 I'M
derstand-I, who am of the race Of him
who inspired the words.
ROSA OLITZKA.
Christmas! What magic in the word!
How it speaks of home and friends! Our
deepest sorrow is for the time forgotten.
We breathe the holiday spirit, looking
forward hopefully to the new year soon
to be born. At this joyous time "let US
not burden our remembrances with a
heaviness that's gone"
ADELAIDE PRINCE.
Christ mas! What a lovely word
For those who stay at home,
And not like we poor actors
Forced this country Ger to roam.
Of course it has its pleasure,
Its sorrow and its pay,
But Christmas, that sweet lovely word,
Means w play twice to-day.
CHAUNCEY OLCOTT.
Christ first showed mercy to women.
Christmas, the anniversary of the birth
of the Saviour of mankind, should be held
double sacred by them. What were the
women of Greece and Rome? What are
the women of China, of India, of the
Mohammedan nations? Christmas-"lest
We forget"
GRACE GOLDEN.
Christmas, on account of the glorious
and sanity event it commentaries, calls
forth from every heart sentiments Of joy,
happiness and love. Whether we be old
or young rich or poor, the desire to do
and to make life merry for some one is
the same.
MARSHALL P. WILDER
If IT is a Christmas sentiment that you
want, this 1 would say to one and all:
Thine W wish wish 1 thee in every
place"
KATHARINE GREY.
Some say that ever against that season
comes,
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
The bird of dawning singeth all night
long:
And then, they say, no spirit dares stir
abroad:
The nights are wholesome then: no plan