Evening star., 1937-12-26
Yule Spirit
Found Same
WorldOver
Magic Carpet Tour
Shows Catholicity =
OF Appeal.
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the tramp smiles. Christmas in
Brittany :" he muses..
HilArity Is Found
In the Studios.
In another of the houses live some
artists; in their studio hilarity reigns.
Wine and brooches for every one {.
Antoine has sold q picture at last.
A song for Antoine: "Hurray for
Art! And the merriment echoes down
the street to q house where some
Americans live. It is their first year
In Par;e and the children are home
sick. They hang out of the window
and wish for Santa's sleigh to come
and transport them to New York {.
then along the street comes the boy
who brings the bread; he jumps
from his bicycle and runs up to the
kitchen door whistling Noel :.
The children shrek with joy He
knows an American tune! Good for
Jean! Maybe the French do know
our Christmas after ALL"
Come, says the wind We can
not linger any longer. We are off
whirling over the channel
There is mist below us, but through
it come the deep, booming chimes
that tell Of London town. Big Ben
Is saluting us.
The shops are reminiscent Of Fifth
avenue. This is rather like home.
But why are all those children stand
ing outside the theater chattering
about something called "A Parto?"
Peering inside, as the young things
dash for their seats, we see the cur
tain rise on a fairyland never thought
Of In Hollywood but its glamor
and beauty surpasses any Midsummer
Nights Dream" All the Mother
Goose" characters mingle with Hans
Andersen's Snow Queen and Night
ingale" here comes "Puss-in-
Boots" But what is that he is sing
ing?
London Pantomime
Always Appeals.
The words are unfamiliar, but the
tune Is the Organ Grinders Swing"
The audience ecstatically sings with
him and enthusiasm runs riot. The
old-fashioned pantomime may be
dressed as q modern revue for the
younger generation, but the reaction
is the same, and no Christmas hoii-
days would be the same without it.
The beloved characters Of the Ugly
Duckling and all the animals that
hop in and out of story books appear
every year to the JOY Of every Eng
lish child and their immortal
appeal never lessons.
In the small country villages there
are Christmas plays and festivals
equally as gay il. Little Boy Blues
musical Welsh voice and little Bo
Peeps Gaelic songs all have the same
appeal. In Ireland the witches and
pixies seem even more real than any,
where else. And the latest and most
popular member of the immortal clan
is none other than our own Micky
Mouse. The charm is all one.
Over the Alps We fly :. silver snow
blankets the mountainsides. The
chalets are gaily decorated with pine
branches and holly. A sleigh comes
down the road pulling huge Christ
mas tree, bells merrily announcing
its approach. Skiers come yodeling
down the mountainside from viii
lage miles away. their knapsacks
filled with gifts for their families in
the valley. They yell SKI hell" to
q lone man over the hill. He calls |
back a noticeably foreign tinge
in his voice "C'est I'm Americain,"
says one of the band, and yells: "Mer-
rec Chrees 'mass!" "Joyeux NOEL"
comes the answer. The others join
the American and all happily ski to
the village together to celebrate
Christmas at the inn and to cement
. new friendship.
More Alps! Wind, we are becoming |
breatnless! What is this :. a town
that seems to take, us back to the
13th century tiny winding
streets, houses with towers and battle
ments, banners hanging from bal
comics this must be San Gimin- !
giano!
Italians Sing in Square!
Laughing, dark-eyed Italians sing |
In the village square, torches blaze
high, children in masquerade dance
around the fountain. In the tiny ho-
tel several girls sit by window,
watching curiously. They are many
miles away from home. Il wonder
what they are doing in Washington"
says one Its grand to have a
year in Italy, but feel as though I
had stepped into another world
this atmosphere of the dark ages is
getting me down." "Look!" cries one,
they're not so medieval after all
I've found radio!" The short-wave
dial Is turned :. no one knows from
whence the sounds come but sud-
denly the girls gasp and lean over
the radio an orchestra is heard
family "Gosh!" breathes one,
"listen to that trumpet swing out!"
sounds like Krupa down beat to
mel" Can't you see them dancing to
1t? Champagne >. laughter :. Merry
Christmas, everyone!"
Magically as they were brought in
touch with home, 50 we are brought
back to the present. The mystery is
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