Williams news., 1922-01-20

by rapeher and by request of his ave been ashamed to appen d his name You have heard of Arizona, land of heat,
 and drouth, and sunshine, Where the Colorado River roars, and
 dashes through the Canyon. Canyon awful in it's grandeur, frightful
 in it's vast abruptness. Near the Canyon the mountains, reaching
 toward the deep blue heavens And their sides are clothed with forests,
 Pine, and Cedar Oaks, and Aspens, white and dazzling in the day. Brilliant crimson in the sunset. In the valleys of these mountains, gathered Came they from the wild Atlantic, from the
 shores of the Pacific, From the burning Plains of Texas from
 the snows of the St. Lawrence. Fighting with the foes of farmers, drought and
 insects, floods and fevers Hoping thus to build home up, for
 themselves, and for their children, When the evening of their life time, crawls
 on slowly and surrounds them, Let visit with the settlers, the
 birth day of our Savior. See what happens in the forests, in the cabin
 in the wood land. When the cities glare with bright light, and
 the air is loud with music Let us enter then this cal bin, made of logs,
 and roofed with iron. Where hearty welcome waits, where the hosts give kindly welcome, And the neighbors keep coming, through
 the drifting snow, and wild wind, In their homely farmers wagons. in their
 sleighs, and some on horseback
 
 what the tree held for them, what the
 good Saint had brought them, Happy, healthy, friendly young ones,
 not in city geegaws decked out Not in foolish fashions clutches, but like
 those of whom the Savior Said in loving kindness, Suffer suchto unto me- In the stable were horses, munching
 hay and we'll protected; In the house sat and chatted, with these Thadduses of the forests, Warm and pleasant our surrond1ngs
  Table where set twenty people, when
 the grand meal was uncovered, Roast beef, turkey, salads, dressings
 pudding pies and cakes plenty, Nuts, and coffee, and all the trimmings
 needed for happy Christmas, For blessing the birthday, kept in
 honor of Lord Jesus. In the summer on the highway, seeking only recreation, Rush the of pleasure seekers, through the forests of the nation. Pass the wagons of theSepeople, l have told of keeping Christmas Throwing cloud of dust all o'er them
 sneering maybe at their slowness. Are they suffering from brain storm
 those from cities who fly h1ther Thinking they'rs the only pebble. Let us see who ate the turkey, and the other hundred good things, ! In the cabin in the woodland whilst
 the storm howled around us- Fair and friendly are the women gentle voiced, and thoughtful all, Ready to take up the burden, helping rebuild up the fortune Of the hardy forest dwellers. And these Forest-dwellers, they dull slow to seek advancement? Think what stories could be woven around the life of such they One had passed through all the danger, deaths and honor, of the trenches In the muddy fields of Flanders, where the poppes bloom OCT dead men. One had sailed the frozen regions of Alaska and Siberia, Where glaciers slide and thunder where the fog shuts off Gods sunshine. One the oldest of the gathering, he the father of many, Proud of all his noble children, bravely struggling with the question, Shall the nation take living? with it's taxes and high prices. Drought had caught him in the southwest drought that left grass cattle, And the banks extend their credit, not to