Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-01-01
NEW LEAF IS TURNED
All Dwelling on Anticipations
of the New Year.
FORGOTTEN NOW is 1908
Fragments of Vows of Other Times
Spurned.
NEW PLEDGES FOR FUTURE
All Over the World Kind Greetings
Are Being Exchanged and Joy
Is the Universal Torch.
FORGOTTEN NOW is 1908
NEW PLEDGES FOR FUTURE

\ new year in ar old world; d freshlit
candle in a battered socket: phantasy
of youth in an aged brain.
| Today We strip our calendars of the
dead December and throw the husk away.
Our eyes are bright our blood runs warm,
our hearts beat quick and hope. the phos-
phor' wisp that comforts with its eerie
glow the barren moors of life, shines just
q little way ahead.
| We waste no time upon the past; our
minds dwell all upon the pleasant. pic
tured future. The year is new and long.
quite long enough for what we have to
| do. Why fame that smiled and then
eluded us in nineteen eight will come
pentant to our door in nineteen nine. And
gold that slipped, quicksilvered from our
open hands in nineteen eight, we'll hold
it safe. to pile upon itself In nineteen
nine. Harsh words and blows, black
thoughts and looks. unkindly deeds, un
friendly acts, ill will-all these were ours
in nineteen eight. Wen know them not
in nineteen nine.
And SO it goes. The things we did Or
did not do in nineteen eight are those,
reversed, we will or will not do in nine
teen nine We pledge ourselves anew
! spurning in the act the fragments of our
vows of other years-and uplifted from
within We dwell a little space among the
stars, unnotng that the way is slippery
here below
| Scenes change and history writes and
nature, wanton-eyed, tears down that she
may quickly build anew. Men come and
wear their masks little while, then
hasten, hoping in the faith, TO the long
reward their deserts win.
Passing of the Old Years.
/ But who can guess where the old years
60 when they die or the stroke of l2?
Spirit born. children of the scythe-bearer
and an ageless fate. do not their shades
| return whence they came when the sands
| OF their lttie year have run? Do they
not gather in the hail of the house of
time, these shadows of the past, to rev
erence him vino is their ancient and to
await, once in teeting twelve-month.
the coming OF that year which. dying old,
Is yet the youngest of them all.
And they are weary every one, and
stained and diruicd from the touch OF
men: this yea. all crustcd Drown in long
shed blood, another black from fetId
breath of oldcn pesti!cnce. Level-evcd
emotionlessr Old in youth and young in
age, they scan their records as thew wait
,ne changing hour. the borning and the
dying, the ending and the beginning
Ever 1t has been so. ever 1t Will be so
! until
And then came ninteen eight, the newly
dead, alike and yet unlike them all, and
= saying to the ancient there.
oh, father of years, the time is not
yet Men Slay and lust and rob and burn
The plague grows fat on rotting flesh
war threatens, the truth Is crushed 10
earth, faith is weak, sin is strong and the
primrose path is worn by many = t. Oh,
rather OF years. the time is not yet "
ana each year echo the gathered years
on. father the time is not yet"
our W aslIington is but Il corner of the
world. the same. except for trivial things
as all the rest. To-day its peonle look
ahead and nope. Enrnities are forgotten
! GisEkes are laid aside, Sights are salved
| hand meets hand in friendship and
Happy New Year flies from lin to H.,
There is kindness and consideration and
! the Sentleness that means so nucb And
may 1t last throughout the wear a strong
foundation on the rocks OF human nature
upon which. quick-spun Year snan
! hence, another story. that TOO fun strong
enough To mold uncounted others may
| be built. ana!
Exchange of Good Wishes.
l. This New Year day. in every ouarre,. or
the earth where has gone the Word the
/ people do tar more than celebrate bv
wish and greeting. the spirit of the season
| They give from the store OF their bounty
| 20 the afflicted 10 whom this New Year
day is nothing but nightmare, a horrid
dream. mind and body wrecking mem
/ ory.
| For the closing hours of 1905 saw nature
! in conyulsion. The earth rocked. the hot
and sleeping mo Dtains retched. and sunny
southern Italy lies waste. an open grave
for thousands OF her festered dc al. Fam
| ine follows fast upon the ruin. with plague
and the fever sickness. And the toll of
| the rea per Is not yet complete.
/ BuJ on this New Year day the peoples
of the world extend their hands to help
and aid in many ways, sorrowing for the
( cause but happy 10 do their part for the
result. In minor things il Is the same.
( The spirit OF the kindly feeling, the hope
/ fulness, the optimism of the day, affect :,
and low.
! And so, to you. and you ard vou. the
greetings OF the day happy New Year
/ and as many more Of them as YOU desire
Tis new year in an old wcr.d: fresh
/ Ii: candle in a battered socket q u ant4sy
OF youth in an aged BRAIN And as the
/ one and the three. il serves lis purpose
we'll,