The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-12-29
umor his mother and little sister

 accompanied them to the large store In the neighborhood, where Santa Claus for some days past had been receiving his little friends, and an swering all proper questions and ad- vising them to tell their parents to buy on the premises, where com plete stock of gifts was on display and prices were lower than else- where.
 Little Miss Jarr chatted excitedly all the way to the store of what she was going to say to Santa Claus and 1 how she was going to say it. But arriving at Santa Claus's uptown on the outsde-little Emma Jarr fell into state of hysterical terror and refused to enter to make her wishes known to the good Saint But Master Jarr-"Not one bit afraid" Mrs. Jarr told her husband afterward-walked boldly in and shook hands with Good Saint Nick.
 This was no great strain on the nerves of Master Jarr, as he and the uptown St. Nicholas were old ac- quaintances. Through his dense mass of whiskers Master Jarr recognized him as Limpy John, the porter of the store who many time and oft had combated violently with Master Jarr and "the gang"
  | ter hatred at that young gentleman detecting him In such a humiliating position, and 1t was only human in Master Jarr to grin at him mali ciously.
 But thus are childish scepticisms confirmed as to quaint old myths.
 "It's this way every morning." whimpered Mrs. Jarr plaintively, as she looked in upon MT. Jarr. You wait for the last moment and then have to rush through breakfast and you delay Gertrude with her work, and you get home late for supper every night. It's just enough to take the heart out of one"
 "S'all right, I'm going to get up," murmured Mir. Jarr in his sleep.
 Isn't that just like him!" cried Mrs. Jarr. We've been up hours and hours and breakfast is all ready and waiting, and you just lie there and snore! When you do get up you'll 1 be late to your office and then you'll abuse me for not waking you. And after getting you such a nice break fast, tool"
 "Uh?" mumbled MT. Jarr.
 q said, Get up"" cried Mrs. Jarr, and she threw open the bedroom window and pulled the bed clothes 1 o1f the sluggard
 The sluggard shivered slightly but tried to compose himself to slumber again without the cozy comfort of the coverings. There was nothing doing.
 T said that this is the last time I'd ever try to get nice breakfast for you! The very last timel" cried Mrs. Jarr.
 What have you for breakfast 2" asked MT Jarr, now taking notice as well as sitting up.
 "Bucl1wheat cakes and country sausage, buckwheat cakes with gravy" replied MrsA Jarr.
 Why didn't you say so?" asked Mir. Jarr. What do you want to let me oversleep myself in this way for, hey? You know I've got to be at the office at g. What time is it?"
 He got his watch and glanced at it.
 Tt isn't o'clock yet. I could have slept 10 minutes more," continued MT. Jarr sulkily You haven't any buckwheat cakes and country sau- sage"
 tradict me so confidently, that we have buckwheat cakes and sausage for breakfast" said Mrs. Jarr; but I will say this, that you should be up and have had your breakfast, and also 1 want to ask you what you smell cooking?"
 MT. Jarr sniffed. and a seraphic smile illumined his visage. "Jerusa- lem crickets!' he cried, "it is buck wheat cakes and sausage a-cooking!"
 And so, singing merrily, he rushed for hasty shower and sighted scrub, rushed back again and did a wonderful feat of getting inside his clothes in five minutes, brushing his hair and cried: Lead me to it!
 But at that he wouldn't wait to be led, but rushed to the table first and shouted: What ho! Ye gooodly Ger trude bring forth the buckwheat cakes and sausage!"
 There's only corned beef hash, sir" said Gertrude, and tho eggs won't poach!"
 But I note the aroma of buck wheat cakes and sausage" cried MT. Jarr.
 "Yes. sir." replied Gertrude, they are cooking them next door. Don't fI<4