The Press., 1913-12-24

MEs. 4Oa Wood has secured divOrc
 from John Wood. Under the nam, of Pompey Wood, the husband sine,
 leaving his local wife was married tt
 a woman in Clarement, N. H. Tn,
 New Hampshire officers are now look
 ing for him on a charge of bigamy
 but have not located him.
 l John Pucek was before the borough
 court last Wednesday, charged with
 non support of his family. Investiga
 tion showed very peculiar and ex
 tremely serious state of affairs. The
 family consists of man and wife and
 three young children. A short time
 ago the woman was obliged to leave
 owing to intolerable treatment, and
 since then the condition of the chil-
 dren would have been desperate but
 for the neighbors, who have contrib
 uted food and clothing. It was
 srnught out that all Pucek furnished
 in. the way of food one week was
 three loaves of bread, two of which
 he ate himself. When the officers
 visited the basement tenement on Will
 lington avenue where the family re-
 sided they were shocked by the evil
 dence of want and filth. There were
 two rooms, and with the exception of
 stove but little furniture. The stove did not do much good, as Pucek
 was in the habit of locking the chil- KhTQn m xUh ho A~ they are too young to attend the fire even if fuel were provided. A few rags in closet were all the children had for bed and their raiment was ragged and incomplete. In addition to the obvious lack of necessities, the neighbors claim that the father was abusive to the children and pounded them on the slightest provocation. The officers were very glad that they arrived at this home before Santa Claus, for had the worthy saint seen the conditions he would have received such shock that his duties in other parts of the town might have been neglected. This covers the serious aspect of the case. The peculiar part of it is that Pucek is industrious and sober. He does not drink or smoke | and works every day. He earns $8. 25 per week, and as the rent is but $3 per month, here is a comfortable l margin for food and clothes. He has | sent some money to the old country, but the impression was gained in court | that he is hoarding it. When the mother was driven out she took refuge l with Pucek's brother on Stafford ! Street. This brother will give the and children a part of his house, and an arrangement was fixed np in court whereby Pucek assigns half of what he earns for the support If the family. The court also induced Pus sh to give mp $5 for iamediate needs in the way of clothing.
 A Christmas poem, entitled "The Holy Manager, !" has been written by Rev. Felix J. O'Neill, pastor of St. Edwards church. The hymn will be Iung tomorrow at the Christmas masses for the first time, and also at St. Joseph's chapel in Staffordville. n the words and thoughts selected he writer has aimed at the simplic- ty and faith of the gospel story of he nativity. The music, like the words, is of his own composition. It makes very tuneful melody in four lats. The notes were made expressly o fit the short, simple words of the arol, and in the narrative style so 'rominent in the early church music hat has come down to us. The music s we'll as the words has been printed nd copyrighted, and will be sung by number of choirs this week. The ( 'oem follows:-
 THE HOLY HANGER.
 Copyright 1913 by Felix J. O'Nerl) The silver stars were gleaming on
 The angels downy wing hat lowered Der the city of
 The long expected King. The cottage lights were beaming bright
 Like dots of furnished gold When Joseph meek, and Mary fair (
 Game up to be enrolled. ~... The night was long and damp and chill
 The travellers feet were sore
 No, no, we have no room for you''
 Was heard at every door.
 hey spied a dingy stable near
 What shelter they could find,
 md there was born that happy morn The Saviour of mankind. f.. III other babes in Bethlehem Ee Were slumbering soft in bed While He who made them could not , r' hnd@gsa < s.,2 Iii. :. ....:.... :: l.
 "Whereon to lay His head. '' 'h what a sin was Adam then
 To bring our God to this, F Q close the door for evermore <~ N
 On mans abode of bliss. '-''~'5'' | tut God was good to flesh and blood 1t
 To Eve and Adam twain ..:... [e took the sinful flesh of man
 And washed away the stain. Er [e left His home and heavenly throne g
 Where angels bent the knee - Within the lowly crib He lies,
 A babe like you and me. r he Virgin Mother loves to see Is
 The Hebrew boys and girls ! end down to kiss His rosy cheek | ,
 And stroke His haxen curls. h who could think those little handsE
 As tiny1as can be . -5 ..... kf anne down to break the bread of lifeI
 And feed both you and me. .... h, who could think those tiny feet
 Now wrapped in straw and hay