New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1914-12-20

chimney there was one chimney on the prem
ises-not a chimney for two hundred famliss
who were all leased up till next October, whetsa
or not you lost your job on New Years Day
And it was chimney that a seit-respeeths
Santa Claus could come down in comfort
Your mother kissed you and said, "Tomorros
will be Christmas, now 80 10 sleep'-two remars
that had nothing whatever in common.
The world was swimming in sea Of nscs
when you finally dropped off. It a real fsirI
land Your father was the Prince, your mOihs
the Princess.
His dancing eyes as he answered your hn'
shout al dawn and came and stood in your door
way and clapped his hands and helped you &C.
down your stocking from the walnut bed posi-
and crowed, and seemed utterly beside hlHssh
with surprise and wonder at the unwrappins o
each package don't you them now? The Ole
home-back there-how you would love to i've
over again just one of those Night Before-Chrs'
masses!
You wear scars and baggy trousers, and ih's
are the confoundest streaks of gray over YOU
temples. The way has not been filled with sslm'i
and lemon sunsets. There are funny little lines
around the corners of your eyes, and your Ni1'
worries about you because you have irritsOf
spells induced by Indigestion, caused in turn D.
the failure of Jones to play fair in some de'
or other.
Life has produced few bright spots for yOs
But, on the whole, things have been fairly az
appointing. Your relatives, who were called up0'
to help you through school, have been led
various little things you have said about your
self from time to time TO hope for someth''
better They are becoming accustomed to !"
delay now. They no longer inquire how thne
going.
Now and then something of the old long''
70 be famous and have tobacco manufacture
ask you to sit for portrait now and then s'''
twinge of the old fever gets you, and y0u
up in the morning determined to show the o''
that he has been undertaking you for tTe''
years.
And when you get to the office the boss a'N
you "what the devil you meant by making m'
tomfoo break" you made the day before-h'
Job of being Boss preventing his running 10"
your matter until the more important thhe
had been passed on-snd you say sou do''
know The rest of the day you wonder whe'''
he means to fire YOU.
You make up your mlnd that the loD y P'
good, and hope you can hold on to tat e''
until next spring. You leave the getting fsn'..
stunt to Charlie Murphy or Harry Lauder OF :
any other chap who wants to try and get ava
with it.
80 let memory kindle once again the glow y
the backlogs, while mother comes to each w.. I.
bed with her goodnight kiss and her gen.
promise of kings bounty on the morrow. j,
Get out of yourself. Welcome the hearty '.
Dean of December, who beams happiness
jolifcation through his snowbank whiskers =.
locks of frost. Roll the log on the fire ana y
his hand in way TO show him you really ~
it. This is the old gentleman who paid '.
visit last year, and the year before ana
year before, away back to the time we dor
member.
lie smiled then. and he is smiling noS' Z.
ing everybody, from great grandfather
his govt, TO baby, with its first tooth, sm''s
sponsively.
And THAT'S the Big Idea .l~s---s-~-.