The La Jara chronicle. (La Jara, Conejos County, Colo.) 1896-19??, 1906-12-28

| ''wassai, wassail, over the town.
| Our toast 1t is white. our ale 1t is brown,
! our bowl it is made Of the maplin tree.
/ We be good fellows all: drink 10 thee
In Scotland. on New Years eve
for some unknown reason called hog
many day-the doors of the houses
were thrown open at midnight to let
the old year out, and the new year in.
/ while in some of the towns. early in
/ the evening poor children-"swad-
died" in sheets so folded up in front
as to form an inviting pocket-went
/ from door to door after bread and
| small coin. announcing their arrival
| by some naive song. shrilly given in
/ childish treble and enthusiasm.
/ Rise up. gude-wife, and shake your
feathers:
| Dinna think that we are beggars.
| We are BARNS come to play
! And to seek our hogmany."
| Much excitement was manifested
| over another Scottish custom. The
/ first person who entered house after
/ the clock struck midnight New Years
eve was called a first footer,' and
often parties of first footers went
about calling on friends and making
merry generally.
In striking contrast to this frivolity
was the habit the next morning OF
( opening the Scotch Bible at random.
| a verse in the chapter read containing
prophecy to be made good by fate
/ during that New Year.
| At all the courts of present-day Eu'
/ rope the New Year is celebrated with
/ great impressiveness. it being the of
| fetal feast, just as Christmas is
/ family one.
In Belgium, on New Years eve. the
| children have a special frolic tingling
with the thrill of suspense. Early in
the day all the door keys in the house
are spirited away from their locks
/ into small boys pockets. A pet rela-
| tive. called sugar aunt" or sugar
uncle" is then beguiled into a room,
and while her or his attention is d.
verted. key is whisked out from its
hiding place and click-a-ty-click the
door is locked, OF course the pris-
oner. confronted by a hard-hearted,
giggling jailer. is glad TO negotiate
freedom at any price-a ransom's pos
sibilities no doubt ranging from
candy cane to rocking horse. accord
| ing to auntie's indulgent humor or
| the size of uncle's pocketbook.
[ The Germans have a very impress
sive old custom. At Frankfort-on-the-
Main in almost every house is a fam
/ lily party. and at the first strike of
midnight from the cathedral all open
wide the windows, and-filled glasses
I lifted in their hands-cry: "Prosit
I eujahr!''-"Happy New Year"
! France practically makes a Christ
mas of New Years day. All Paris is
en- fete, and the Latin Quarter jubilant
with song, fiddling, and droll farces.
while the poor, starved art student
/ splurges in all sorts of culinary ex-
travagances. In fact, even the beg
gars are merry, singing instead of
whining their appeals for charity. and
dancing a jig for a SOU"
The French children find their
stockings filled by good ST Nicholas,
who in his Christmas rush must have
thanked his lucky star that these
young clients would not expect pro
fessional call until seven days after
he had attended to the impatient
American youngsters over the sea.
After midday dejeuner la four
Ghetto. the younger members of the
family call on the older, and in the
evening there is a grand reunion for
dinner.
Amid all this French gayety there is
, that one pathetic little touch that so
often creeps into this rainbow world
of ours, where tears mingle with the
sunshine of our smiles. If a member
Of the family has died during the past
~ months. early on New Years morn
ing the near relatives meet at the
grave and lay upon it their offerings
of love and remembrance.
The Russians, following the Julian
calendar, do not celebrate their New
Years day until January 10.
The grown-up, not to be outdone by
the small fry, now form a gorgeous
procession to pass under the critical
nose of the nobleman's upper window.
oxen, cows, goats and hogs, adorned
with evergreens and red berries, are
driven past, while old women bring
up the rear bearing gayly decorated
barnyard fowls as presents.
In our own country we Americans.
'half-pagan, half-Puritan," take our
New Year Enthusiastically. With
flashing eyes and smiling lips we
greet its dawn; dancing. feasting. up.
roariously blowing our little tin horns.
And at the same time in our secret
hearts-the curtains of pride and con.
ventionality closely drawn-we sadly
sit beside the dying embers of the
past years hopes and SILVER at the
knocks of the unknown future at the
door.
MAY C. RINGwALE