Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1914-12-18
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GA Christmas Tale)


But one, standing by its great door,
Watched the crowd swiftly inward pour.
Unsought, unwecomed, at his very birth
But an accident-whOse coming found no mirth,
His name he'd forgot if he'd had such boon;
But "HappX Ted" his street nom de plume.
He knew father, but in way or other
He'd learned that he once had had mother
A woman bout the town who on the tumultous wave
Of city's sin rushed to an unmarked grave.
When death released that soul from despair
Some child loving hands had clipped from her hair,
One of the golden brown tresses that harbored there
And this next his heart he treasured with
And this the waif cropping thru the sinful night,
Fighting his battles with his own puny might;
Chilled to his very marrow and bone,
And huddling closer to pillar of stone,
- For shelter from the cold, wind-driven snow
Lacking the warmth rude meal might bestow,
He heard the church organ joyousy pea
AS tho imbued with true Christmas zeal;
And these beautiful words to the music flow
Out into the night and thru the snow;
Praise God, from whom all blessings fow,'
AND. with chattering teeth, he cried "Taint So"
Late arrived pair of earths mortas,
Rushing along toward the sacred portals.
She walking Partisan Fashion Plate;
And cen her mate seemed up to date;
recent, brand-new London Model
In form a man, in truth molly coddle.
And thru the rich windows the radiant glare
OF lights glittered 'gainst the jeweled hair,
And meath, face, tinted, yet wondrous fair,
Tho charitys smile had ne'er fingered there
fluffy white poodle in her soft arm,
Clasned tight as if to shelter from harm.
1t was powdered and puffed and well groomed,
Fen turkish bathed and highly perfumed
The pup slumbered deep on her snow white breast
Where a sweet babe had cuddled to rest
And never WILL if designs gainst natures first law
Are successfully exploited with nary flaw.
The waif stopping for his fallen ragged cap
Or seeking a warmer and cozier stone mayhap,
Brushed against this gilded female worshiper
Caused the beast in the man to snarl and stir),
Perhaps rubbed some powder off the pups off ear,
(Coaxing shifting whine from "the little dear')
cruel blow from the uplifted cane,
NIercifu numbness half stiled the pain).
And they sanity passed within the great wall.
Then out into the cold, snow-laden air,
Rolled the song and rode the prayer;
Unto the childish were borne again,
The words which cut with biting pain;
"Praise God, from whom all blessings flow"
And little lips answered, ''Tant SO, 'taint so''
On thru the night and the snow came another
She held, as the sweetest, the name of mother.
She saw this child of poverty's lap
His tattered clothes and torn cap,
And the peepng, red, half baby toes
Cruelty kissed by the soft, gentle SHOWS.
She saw the brow-both broad and high
And the light that shone in each bright eye
For even the pain and chldhood's sorrow
Of that young life, had left for the morrow,
One of those beautiful hopes that never dies
(Tho domaine it be in the winter of sighs-
How it lived in his soul, scarce can surmlse)-
That he, the tattered and fettered might arise
And stand equal on manhood's broad plane,
With those more fortunate in birth and name.
But even the hope chilled by hunger and cold,
AS he cung to his damp 'papes" yet unsold.
The organ seemed endowed with life and soul,
And he heard, thru the great walls, sweetly roll;
"Gather the lambs, who are straying and cold
Gather them into the Great Shepherds fold"
Sinking lower and lower on his blanket of snow,
Suffering the pain only half starved waif know
He muttered in anguish, half sobbing and low
"Its lie know 'taint so, 'taint So.
Down her knees she knelt by the hudded form,
Needing not the cold, the wind nor the Storm,
With heart overfowing with motherhoods charity,
And deep love that to the waif a rarity
Then to her cottage, humble but cozy and warm,
In the safe harbor of love he sheltered from harm,
And then the church door, at the closing, Cpd wide
And thru their portals did the old anthem ride;
"Gather the lambs, who straying and cold,
Gather them into the Great Shepherds fold"
Thru ps in face with smiles and peace all aglow,
Sweetly, hopefully, came the answer, Ts so tbs So"
Oh, hasten the day when, all the earth,
No standards maintained for breeding or birth;
When every child of what's cline nation,
Has ticket for Equal Opportunity Station
When it is crime to be born lOwly poor,
And when gold shall ne'er be loves token or lure;
When all distinction between peasant and king,
Because of blood or birth, shall swiftly take wing;
When titles and high names will be but frvoity
And all babes branded with the stamp of equality;
When all lines drawn between the worlds babies,
Shall find an eternal home in the Hades.
Hasten the day when, in every palace and mansion,
A baby and babies shall be the real fashion;
When every poodles Knocked trundle bed
Shall hold no souless pup, but instead
rollicking, frolicking, sweet curly head
And pups shall take refuge in cellar and shed.
H. ST.
, NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.. a339A33
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