The Washburn leader. [volume] (Washburn, McLean County, N.D.) 1890-1986, 1915-12-24

tonight by a million helpers, all
my stops are without the per
ceatible lapse Of time. :0n this
eventful night l go about doing
coed to every living soul; II
either supply their wants, or re-,
cord the Thought Of their wish,
for my next annual trip, ON:
the tablets Of my infant mem
DRY. l am not flesh and blood
as you, but the winged spirit.
Of good thought and cheer sent
from the throne Of God. l ger
Wade the. life and heart of every
diving soul, l commemorate WITH
in the life Of man. the birth,
life and work Of Jesus Christ,
the Son Of God; for ages I
have swept through this world
o.R. my mission Of aood, and shall
continue until the end of time.
rbnight l will permit you to see:
the manner in which the event.
is. remembered, and cherished
by the SONS Of men i'm every
cline. Again, the PANORAMA be-
gan to reveal new sights; queer;
people with long pigtails were;
hurrying to and fro men dressed
in silken gowns Of strange pat.
terms were bearing presents of
rice, chicken, and large blocks
of rock candy to the doors Of the
HI gh officials and diplomats.
From curious drums came irreg-
u.ar sounds, as a long PROCESSION
Of men, women and children.
bearing beautiful flowers, sweet
increase, and smoking reeds,
clamored through the streets Of
Hong Kong. Then away we
speed to the land Of perpetual
snow and ice. A barren waste
stretched far to the north, and
by the dim glare of a red light
ever changing from. great bril[i-
ancy to the fading rays of the
setting sun, could be seen a
people Of small stature, bent in
form, dressed in furs, and ;rave-
ling in sledges. Over the doors
of their huts, laden with the,
snow Of many winters could be-
seen the ragged branches Of
pine and cedar, and all be-
spoke the preparation for the!
celebration Of Christmas in the.
far away north. Within a room
poorly lighted with a seal dip
could b.. stem tie exiled prison
ers Of Northern Siberia, hum;
dreds of niles from their homes
in. Russia. Even here, they en-
deaNor on this might to he
happy, and forget their desti-
tution-a SUPP er of raw, Clipped
fish, frozen crahlberries and steam
ing tea No songs, but a chant
ed dirge to- the blessed Virgin
Mary, for tomorrow they must
forget their joy for another
twelve months, anhi submit to
chains, slavery, misery and death.
AT Alexandria, Egypt, the mighty
cotton kings were preparing a
great feast, in a long hail fes-.
tooned with, bright flowers, mis-
tletoe and holly. In an oriental
&rejplake blazed' a huge Yule-.
tide log; in the center Of the
hall. around a silver bpwel of:
ripIling punch, played the
naughty kings. They danced.
they sang, they played tag with
the children, and rolled oranges
at tenrins, and entertained with
music, and a wonderful supper, a.
happy throngL while the great.
green dragon, with pasteboard,
Jaws and canvas tail, in horrid
recollection Of the kings Of mis-
rule, ever and anon appeared.
Then away we speed like a com.
eC OIL llS cuuIslc W lIN SUN. dllu
again Santa Claus began to
reveal to me his great tat.k Of
distributing presents. He said,
81 must suit to each person,
each nation, and each birth, an.
acceptable gift. !,
As | talked with him, | found
that he could reverse the wheels,
Of time, and in quick succession,
| was shown the great events
Of history. Down through the.
eternal ages l went, e zen to
the vine-clad hits Of Bethany );
here / beheld a night, serene
and calm the morning stars
sang together, as they kept
time with. the voices Of the.
guiding angels, while they shout
ed, "Glory to God in the high
est, peace on earth and good will
to men," l saw the shepherds
tending their flneheg the wise