Albuquerque morning journal. [volume] (Albuquerque, N.M.) 1903-1926, 1920-12-25

gate.
"Regalo de Navidad! Jesu-
cristoi" christmas gifD calculates
the man, a soldier of the Duke of
Albuquerque, 800 years ago.
A Garnet Brooch.
ut is most lovely. OF a truth,
Senior, am encantada with your
generosity" and fair hands tie a
locket, a scintillating pulsing thing
of rich red garnets, with a ruby
riband about smooth throat. The
gems glow against blue-white flesh
like sunset rays against snow.
Candle light is reflected in dark
eyes and CLEANS on the shining
dark hair of a Castilian maid. 1t
shines on the heavy silver plate set
upon a roughly carved table.
Native mistletoe with gray green
leaves, and fragile translucent pink
berries, hangs above doors and
lintels. Lustrous satins skins of
wild animals, men at arms, luxury
and crudity combine in a low
ceiled mud hut for the setting of
one of those first Albuquerque
Christmases.
Christmas 1920.
at is a lovely thing, my son,
with the softened beauty of an
antique. / know she'd adore il.
Think of the proud Hidalgo who
presented it to the lovely Spanish
lady who dared to follow her Con-
ouistedor to the new world" A
red jeweled locket is lifted from
its velvet case and bought. 1t is
Christmas, 1920, in shop of curios
in Albuquerque. city of duke.
'"The money doesn't matter,
Jack. I guess I can do without
for a while until we've made it to-
gether." A flushed and pretty
face looked up to a startled and
delighted one. and under the mis-
tletoe a pact that chose love as
against more worldly things, was
sealed.
An Indian Christmas.
Psalms 149: LET them praise
His name in the dance.
jeremiah 3-13: Then shall
the virgins rejoice in the
dance, both young men and
old together.
Samuel 2-6: And David
danced before the Lord with
all his might.
A vaulted church with crudely
e carved, beamed ceiling. the pale
yellow sunshine of winter morn
ing pouring in through a very large
high window, and turning all the
bits of dust into golden PARTICLES
this is the setting; the setting Tor
a scene being enacted many times
today in this sunny land of the
Indian. A chant swells on the air.
A brilliant throng in gay blankets,
in paint, and feathers, moves in
rhythmic dance figures.
They contrast strangely with
those other figures, equally gor-
geous, life size, and lifelike IN
color; the saints that look down
unmoved upon this pagan cele-
bration, the ceremonies OF Whlch
are the rites Of nature-Worshlp'
transferred to the anniversary day
of the birth of Christ. Christ the
gentle these prehistoric children
now worship with their most beau
tiful and joyful dances, with sym
bols of ancient gods and all the
power they represent, turned to the
praise of the Holy Child.
Christmas Carols.
Pastores Belen,
Vamos con Algeria
A yer a Neuestro Bien
Ell Hijo de Maria.
old Song.
"sangre de Cristo.' A fine name
for a bunch of rocks!" and a man
who coughed looked toward the
Santa Fe mountains, family blue to
the north A spasm passed like a
wave down the line of recumbent
figures, blanket wrapped in the
sun. In the lull that followed
MANY shamed thoughts went
through the speakers mind.
Here we are, lying under an
enameled sky with a daily piano.
rama manipulated by a master
stage manager. What time for me-
citation and thoughts that enrich
the soul; part of ones right in liV-
ing, and that living never gave one
time to cultivate. Here is Curly
on the next chair; the poor kid
never had thought beyond
things until she just had to think
of something else. She was scared
to die and didn't know enough 10
live. Then there's Bud, who's get