Evening star., 1947-02-20
POEM FURNISHED.

From Mrs. I. M. F., WaShington.)
THE NIGHT AFTER CHRISTMAS
tBy Helen Vogt, with apologies to
Twas the night after Christmas and all
The sits were Collected by every pert
The stockings were put neatly in the box
for some socks.
Silk scanties were nestled in tissue-nlled
Ali ready TO swap for some snugsies in
While Ma in her bathrobe and Pa mid his
Were packing up shirts that were not the
When down in the hall there arose such
They spranE from their tasks to see what
was the matter.
Away to the landing they few with their
wares,
Leaned oyer the railing and peered down
Bathed f the en scene M W that T they A saw 'f" IN an
When what to their wondering eyes should
But the Kids of the household all trembling
And a stsiwart young man SO grim and
That they knew in moment he worked
More rapid than blltzkriess his orders they
And he looked at the family and called
Here's Mary who takes back her dresses
And Sue switches eolors and Agnes hates
Now throw al your presents right back
And don't bring back all Of your unwanted
AS fast as pursuit ships go up in the air
As fast as O stockholder grabbing his share
Up to the pile Of big bundles he went
Counted them all to see what had been
With . tear in his eye. he went over, the
OF purses for Ellen and mufflers for Paul.
ne was dressed in dark blue. very subtle
And he wore e. earnation tucked in his
A number of credits were, held in his hand
And hem he mentioned some others that totaled
His eyes; how they elittersd; his manner
HIS a0S sase elaehi had seen too many presents
The list that he held showed that all he
would soon counteract every sale he had
with trembling appeal he extended his
And fingered q. key-chain Of popular brand:
me tSmiiy stood by ana they watched
They nsured this salesman really was
The way that he begged of them not to
Was certainly customer service" most
tFoiks know that the gifts Santa brings
Are Just to BE- looked at and then taken
No size was Just right. no color correct
Each present was carefully opened and
Gifts from their friends were all over the
Bu. q careful selection there wasn't a
The salesman surveyed every one with
And turning the better to pull out his hair,
H Dasif S bs s Ds@m @ to his Us ssa ssay
Then taking his weary frame back to the
He went down the walk on his way to the
He started his car to his hat gave tug
And away he did go with snort and
As his car turned the corner. they all
I'VE viii handle. exchanges the same
Editors note: Old-time readers
OF the Woman's Page may re-
member 1o1le7s this poem appeared
In its columns tDhen Helen Vogt i
toas our Fashion Editori
BAKED SMITHFTELD OR
COUNTRY HAM
From Mrs. J. G.. p, Washington.)
For the lady who wanted to know
how to cook a Smithfleld ham,
Thoroughly wash the ham with
warm water and soap, removing all
pepper and other preparations used
In curing the ham. Soak over
night in cold water having the
whole ham well covered. Make a
paste of cornmeal and water, using
just enough water to be able to
handle. Cover the entire ham, ex-
cept the skin side with paste /
inch or more thick. Be sure the
paste comes well over the edge of
skin. This will keep the ham from
drying out while baking. Place the