Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1919-11-30
THE0THER ANGLE
Make Yourself Glad!
by KIRK MILLER.
BY KIRK MILLER.
No question but what life is just one
celebration after another.

No question but what life is just one
celebration after another.
Thanksgiving is only one jump be-
hind us. and Christmas is hanging
around like a miners clinic.
Christmas was invented mostly for
children, and children would be fiat
failure If it weren't for December 25.
Every fapper and flapperess in
Washington is looking forward to
Christmas same as policemen looking
for a raise.
And up at Childrens Hospital a cou-
pie of hundred little jabber-Winkles
never have much to look forward to
at Christmas or any other time. Most
of their looking is backward-as Hen
Watterson chirped.
That's the reason it's up to you'n me
to slip 'em sompin' to peek ahead at
and sompin' to giggle backward upon.
Tomorrow a drive will start for
100000 in favor of the hospital of the
first part. One hundred thou isn't
much when there's four hundred thou
of US to do the giving. The drive
starts tomorrow, as we murmured,
and it'll be bum joke If any one
waits until Tuesday to unravel dol
lar sheet.
Every fourth person in the local
works ought to have all odd eagle rat
thing around somewhere in their last
seasons pajamas.
When you're shaking the cracker
crumbs off of your double chested
Waistcoat don't forget to frisk your
self little more fuently until dol
lar rattles out on the Persian floor
piece.
Any little mazark in the community
who has a good set of stems beneath
a full little stomach hasn't got much
to annoy his Christmas Indigestion
Any chubby-fisted goofkin with a
healthy pair of arms and a spinepiece
that would fit whale can scurry
celebration that would make Santa
Claus blush beneath his blond bushes.
But these cheerful little yapps and
the old feather bolster, have a real
cause for a kick, only they haven't got
the strength.
II you'n me had half Of their physical
drawbacks we'd be packing a crouch
ing twenty-four hours a day with our
face in forty kinds of contortions and
yellow. Physically these little fellows
have been shortchanged.
Given their future to risk an eye on,
Christmas would mean as much to US as
the aurora to an Eskimo. Every one
who spoke to us would get a groWl and
every one who didn't would get a COM
plete edition of 'em.
But these kiddos at Children's Hos
pital haven't a scowl in their curricu-
lum. They go to school every day, or
rather school comes to them, but sad
ness is one dish they can't masticate.
Same time, they need a hundred thou
OF common currency to furnish the or
binary things in life that the rest Of
US are getting but don't notice much.
This mess Of kale we're going to sin
EN- isn't, going to be blotted up in
riotous living nor midnight parties.
Those chillens don't go joy-riding nor
shoot billiards at two bits a point. Auc-
ton bridge and progressive poker are
culinary arts which they don't know a.
thing about. Won't a jit of the fund be
sunk in oil wells and they can't play
impetuous worries, for they'd roll Off the
bed.
Yep, life is Just one drive after an
other. but ANYBODY who has to drive
'emselves to helping these babies pull a
happy christmas has got to be a reck-
less, hard boiled driver
"Taint charity. boys and girls, it's Just
duty!
Make yourself glad at 81 a COPY!