The Norfolk weekly news-journal. (Norfolk, Neb.) 1900-19??, 1906-12-28

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sleeps to come before Santa Claus
arrives.
The big show is over.
The druggists are selling pills.
Well, what's your guess about t.?
Three hundred and sixty.four more
days.
It's a ten.toone bet that you weren't
much surprised.
1t was just as warm Christmas as
Los Angeles ever produced.
You might have known there was
limit for the human stomach
Now for the clearance sales. Would
that the stomach might have one!
Some Christmas church services are
featured with colored lights.
The date says this is winter Yes
terday was the last of autumn.
Some men are always advising other
people to sue the newspapers for libel.
To the Sunday school boy belongs
the spoils. COR maybe that isn't the
word)
It's not so bad, after all. to have
your birthday come the day before
Christmas.
fireman fighting flame on cold
night, is transformed into an iceman
before morning.
On the square, now, did you ever
see anything to beat the work of Chief
McCunes ladies?
Santa Claus forgets boys goodness
or badness at the last moment, in spite
of parental caution.
Have you succeeded in keeping away
from the person who is always chas-
ing you and trying to tell you what
you are going to get for Christmas?
There is no use talking, there never
was and there never will be a more
capable volunteer fire department on
the face of the earth than that which |
Norfolk Is proud of today.
A man in Norfolk might hear that |
his office was on fire and then go to |
sleep again in peace, for he would
know that If anything could save it, |
the Norfolk fire department would be |
that thing.
On Christmas night the railway
trainmen of Norfolk will give a dane
ing party in Marquardt hall. Norfolk |
people ought to attend in large num-
bers. The railway trainmen mean
much to Norfolk. They do much to |
boost Norfolk all the year around |
This is the only opportunity Norfolk |
has of showing them that their eff
forts are appreciated, and they deserve
a houseful
1t is, at some time in his life, the |
ambition of every boy to grow up into
a passenger conductor. And why not? |
They're always good looking, winners
with the ''loidies," jolly fellows; they
get a free ride for few hours and
then have a couple of days rest with |
nothing to do but enjoy their leisure;
and they are allowed to jump on and
off train while it is moving, without |
fear of arrest. They give signals to
start the cars like army generals, and
their orders have to be obeyed. Great |
life, this conductoring, and it's no won
der boys always have such ambition.
The funeral of Andrew Teal on Sun
day afternoon marked the passing of
one of the old guard among Nebraska
railway engineers. ANDY" Teal was
splendid man. He was a man in
every sense of the word. He was one
of the stalwart locomotive engineers. !
Last spring he said, II am not super
stitious. | never have believed in I'M
lucky numbers on locomotives. / be-
lieve that when mans turn comes,
he will 60" His turn came before
many months had passed, after that.
His heart was the trouble. He knew
that the end was not far away, for he
once said, in railroad phrase, Pm laid
up for repairs much of the time. My
valves don't seem to pump just right"
He was fine fellow, was Andy"
Teal, and his loss is a real loss not
only to the railway trainmen, but to
the community at large.
A Christmas celebration that comes |
very near the ideal has been prac- |
ticed every year for many years in |
one household where there are still |
little children. Every Christmas eve
the little fellows speak their pieces at |
the Sunday school tree with the whole
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