The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1908-11-22
Temperatures Elsewhere.
HEART OF THE
CHRISTMAS GIVING

The goats-milk cheescs in the shop
OF Andros Giakopulos are looped with
fuzzy, spicy tamarack. So are the bot.
ties Of Chan wine, smelling of resin.
And In a corner stands a rhamna, its
long gilt shaft festooned with green
leaves, tied with red ribbons, sprigged
with pink and purple tissue paper flow
ers, while here and there banana
peeps out, or lemon, or q green
feather.
The Giakopulos children. in the midst
of this grandeur, are sharing their bit
ter mastic, their coffee and their jam.
Next door the Burotti children are
consuming almond paste made into
praliDes.
A block away the Alvarez children
are likewise engaged in q steady con
sumption of almond paste, but for them.
TO suit their inherited needs, it has been
rolled into turTni.
Half mile TO the northwest, the
tow-headed little Olcsons are setting
out soft, yellow cakes in their yard
for the sparrows, and little round fish
balls on the table for themselves. On
Twelfth street the Zajiaceks are eating
poppy seed cakes, Bohemian style. On
Noble street the Swobodas are eating
poppy seed cakes, Polish style. The
| Pilseners are making headway into
mounds Of hard brown spice cakes,
weinachts ebak covered with sugar and
cut into gronadiers and elephants. The
Murphys are eating fadges. Tho neigh
bors say: "Pancakes Nothing but
pancakesl" But the Murphys know
better. F'adgcsl Real fadges. The
J little MacDOueals are eating sand col
lorcd short bread, The little Stubbses
arc eating plum pudding. The little
Adamses are eating mince pie, But the
Romanos and the Sforzas arc eating
cells. For it is Christmas time.
No other created thing can sympa-
thize with an American turkey at
Christmas time except an Italian eel.
Under the influence Of free thought and
the materiahstic Interpretation of his,
tory, the Presepio may gather dust and
Him the Italian must have at Christ.
mas. Soap he can do without. Meat be
can resign for all the year, Chairs are
luxuries. But the Christmas eel is
life itself.
The poor we still have always with
us, We know they are poor, Let us
not call them predatory. or think they
arc predatory, until we are sure or IT.
However. in the name Of justice and in
the name of mercy, let us try, Just a
little. to find out something about them
before we attempt that most delicate OF
all human privilegcs-Giving.
Let us not give TO the bold who do
not need it, what we ought TO be giving
at a cost not alone of money, but OF
time, TO the needy who have to be
urged TO speak. Let us not rob the
worthy to heap benefits on the un.
worthy Above all, let us not make the
unworthy unworthicr. Let us not de-
stroy what remains Of family privacy.
what remains of their sense Of family
sclf-respect. Let us go back to the Civ,
ing of gifts in person, either in our own
person or in the person Of some one
who knows. Let us abandon the un.
christian, the inhuman setting out Of
trouphs in public places for the making
of our fellows into swine.
II you feel You really must share in
bodily presence the JOY of the children
you elect to make joyful, why, even
then, there is no reason why. you should
drag them TO n hall to make a public
exposure of them. You can choose TO
70 to their Homes. Not the homes with
q small "sb." You would be in the
way there But the homes with big
"H.n The endowed homes formed
out Of the fragments Of beaten, broken
families The Homes OF thousand
homes.
Little motherlcss babies, holding ont
dcwy baby lips for their rightful toll
Of kisses, tiny tragic offshoots of night,
put forth by Sin. Topped off by Shame,
picked up from the highway by Love;
broken shards from the wheel OF the
Potter, the sightlcss. the specchlcss
! the twisted; little weak bodies aud