The Hennessey Clipper. (Hennessey, Okla.), Vol. 17, No. 30, Ed. 2 Thursday, December 20, 1906 Page: 4 of 8
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motto to others
shall take it as a
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do unto them I
nd stop.
to wort
ot to tell how
envy the other.
s snap; not to wonder how some people hold their jobs
[To find something to commend in everybody that will give
and not to keep books and insist on striking a balance bci
nd things I say about you and the kind things you say abou
ot to cherish resentment, but to blurt out my grievance
II over with.
nd then, If it isn't a beiver world by 1908, it will not be my
Possibilities
of the Future
J>y Rev. Newell Dwight Wilis
j Memory gives us the past, and work
uses the present, but our real life is
'in tho future. Three hundred and six-
ty-five golden days lying before lis.
jTMnk of It! One hour sufficed for
Jlurns to baptize a daisy with Immor-
tality. One hour was enough ■ for
(Wordsworth's Ode to Duty. One even-
ting sufficed for Whitney to sketch hi®
(cotton gin. One winter's night gave
•the hours of Jefferson to take from
the Gospels his scheme of ideal
ethics.
For the youth the l«rst duty is to
grow. Growth means planning; plan-
ning means something definite;
definiteness appoints certain duties
for each hour.
Every day next year read one page
or poem; every day meet one man
greater than yourself, from whom you
can learn, and help ono les3 than
yourself. Every (lay do some one
stroke of good work that will stand,
and cross one threshold to carry sun-
shine with you. Every day plan to do
some one thing that will help men,
not hurt them; make men, and not
mar them.
You can so order your life as to
grow in health and in enjoyment of
God's out-of-door world. You can
grow new friendships, and keep the
old ones in good repair. You can so
choose the music, the great paintings
that you see, and the architecture that
you study, as that music, and elo-
i quence, and art anil worship will en-
! rich your life. You can make your
daily work, however humble it be, to
! take on the culture of a full college
course.
No matter how old you are, or how
much you have done for society, you
! can open new furrows and sow new
! harvests of happiness for generations
as yet unborn.
Are you young? Take Paul's Ideal:
I "Whatsoever things are honest, what-
I soever things tre true, whatsoever
things are lovely, whatsoever things
j are pure, whatsoever things are of
good report—think on these things."
Are you old, with all your life be-
hind you? Remember Gladstone, who
in his dying weeks wanted to do ono
more good deed, and translated
Horace. Remember Tennyson, who in
his last moments tried to write one
more song. Remember that English
hero who went out and planted just
one more tree on the day that ho died.
Remember that scarred apostle who
| had sown the world with happi-
; ness, but whose dying word was: i
| will forget the victories and the
glories of yesterday; write one more
golden page, stretching my hands out
unto the things that are before."
This will turn the new year into a
great opportunity. This will crowd
all the days with duties and delights.
Life will be worth the living. Work
will bring rich reward.
Entertaining
New Year Guests
The game of the live senses, com-
inoyly called "perception," is an ex-
cellent ono with which to entertain
grown people or children, or both, at
a New Year's party.
One method of arranging the game
is to have a table filled with things I
to look at. The guests are taken into
tho room one or two at a time and
given three minutes to look at the
objects on the table.
When all have seen the objects each
Is provided with paper and pencil and
allowed three minutes to write down
a list of all they can remember The
one who displays the best memory is
given the first prize.
The objects displayed on the table
may bo of any number, but for the
few minutes allowed for inspection
25 is a good number. Inkwells, pens,
penholders, tea caddies, emeries,
thimbles, book and any such articles
may be exhibited—except that when
two of one object are given, such as
two books, tho color or somo distin-
guishing mark about each should be
insisted upon and called attention to.
This method of playing tho game
calls upon but the sense of sight, an l
is more easily arranged than when all
five senses are appealed to. The lat-
ter, however, is excellent fun and
gives scope for some originality and
a good deal of cleverness.
In this case the guests are led into
• New Year's Resolution.
, He had loved and lost.
"Nover again," he sighed. "I shall
never love again."
"Oh, yes, you will," rejoined the
heartloss beauty.
"Never again," he repeated. "I'm
going to turn over a now leaf and save
money."
• • •
New Year's Rush.
"You seem busy?" Interrogated the
caller In the coruor drug store.
"Exceedingly." replied the druggist.
"Many patrons dropping In?"
"I Bhould say so. We gave out 1,000
patent medicine almanacs and 900
soothing-sirup calendars In two
hours."
...
i For 1906.
1 Father Time was observed getting
his hair clipped.
"What is that for?" asked the
friend.
"Why, people are going too rapidly
theso days," cxpluiiu-l Father Time,
"and I want to fix it so they can't take
mo by the forelock."
• • •
The Result of Observation.
"Did your husband make any New
Year reso'utions?"
"I hope not," answered young Mrs.
Torkins. "1 havo about come to the
the room five distinct times, each
time to smell, taste, hear, see and feel
certain objects.
If there is a large party It is best to
offer a prize for each of the five tests,
and have tlieni written up after each
one. Some care must be exercised in
the objects selected, especially in the
tasting, when nothing harmful or dis-.
tasteful should be allowed.
For this test, as well as for the
hearing and feeling tests, the guests
are blindfolded or the room left abso-
lutely dark. It Is not as easy as it
sounds to distinguish various musical
instruments when they are not seen.
A mouth organ, zither, mandolin,
guitar and 'cello or flute—a few notes
of each played in turn—are better
than an organ or piano, which are
more easily distinguished.
For tasting salt, cinnamon, flour,
pulverized sugar, oatmeal and allspice
are good, while for feeling bananas,
potatoes, a glove filled with bran, a
cap, a cane, poker, book and quite a
number of objects are handled, this
and observation being easier and,
therefore, requiring more objects
than the other two tests. The objects
to smell are generally liquids, such as
vinegar, alcohol, turpentine, benzine,
glue, camphor and cologne.
A clever hostess selects appropriate
prizes for each test, such as a puff
box, with a puff within, for "touch-
ing;" a vinaigrette or a bottle of
cologne for "smelling," an ornament
or book for "seeing," a rabbit's foot
whistle or a silver table bell for
"hearing," and a soft scarf or shawl
or a silk muffler perhaps for "feeling."
conclusions that New Year resolutions
merely fret a man's conscience and
make him irritable without doing any
real good."
NEW YEAR'S HOSTILITIES.
A
A New Year s
Resolution
By JANE CRAWFORD
HE diffidence of
Thomas Went-
worth was disturb-
ing to his soul's
peace. For six
months he had
been vainly trying
to propose to
Helen Griswold.
Opportunities had
not been lacking.
Together they had
studied moonlight
effects from shadowy porches. They
had discussed life and lovo in cozy
corners, but the all-important words
remained unsaid. Every attempt to
speak them left him in a state of
rjuaking disgust. At last ho framed a
little speech that exactly suited his
needs. During all his conscious mo-
ments, yea, most of the unconscious
ones, he rehears"'' it, with more or
less dramatic effect. Time and again
he had gone with the strength of Sam-
son to present it; like Samson, he had
deparied, shorn of his strength by a
woman.
"Ah, but such a woman!"
She had eyes like violets—big ones—
that spoke volumes; but it was a lan-
guage he couldn't understand, so ne
i-xclianging blows.
For Six Months, He Said, He Had
Longod to Tell Her—To Ask Her—
continued his rehearsals. Now on the
last evening of the old year, pacing
back and forth across his room, he was
still rehearsing the speech with inter-
polations of the one New Year's reso-
lution he had deemed worth while.
"Go-between," he repeated the word
several times. It had a pleasant sug-
gestiveness. He smiled broadly.
"Certainly! Of course, why not?
I'll write ii!"
He literally fell upon pen and paper.
His tongue never could have formed
the words that followed his facile pen.
The accumulation of six mouths' alle-
giance was laid before her eyes. The
letter was a gem. The essential part
of it was that if her answer was yw.
would she, when he entered the ball-
room that night, simply lay the violets
that he would send with this letter
against her face? For just a second!
He would understand.
The violets matched her eyes. He
had often said so. There was no time
to lose. He telephoned the florist to
whose coffers he contributed.
"Oh. send a bushel!" he laughed,
happily, like a schoolboy perpetrating
a joke.
"I have a note to s*md, deliver them
here."
The flowers arrived by a messenger
who looked like the chief emissary of
Dan Cupid. Tom untied the violet
cord, lifted out a bunch of the choicest
blossoms about the size of a prize
cauliflower, smiled approval, relied the
box. addressed the card and with a
generous tip to the boy started him on
his errand. Then, with a strange
peace possessing him. he awaited a
seemly hour to present himself to
learn his fate.
Only the family was present when
he arrived. The effusion of their greet-
ing would have set at rest his thump-
ing heart, "ould he have seen anything
but the girl, who, standing in a circle
of light made by the pink shaded lamp
on the piano, was holding the violets.
With a smile full upon him, she slow-
ly lifted the flowers and for a fraction
of a second buried her face in their
sweetness.
He looked at her as Jacob looked at
Rachel when his seven years of service
were ended. When the chance was
given i hem for a moment alone, he j
seized not only the chance, but, tin- J
mindful of possible damage to chiffon
ruffles, he likewise seized the girl.
The right words came at last. For
six months, he said, he had longed to
tell her, and to ask her,—
"Hut, Tom," she gasped, "you
haven't yet—"
Her protest was smothered, and he
lost 110 time in finishing what he had
to say. reaching the climax by demand-
ing an early date for their wedding.
"But, Tom. dear! you haven't—"
Mother entered softly, in time to
hear her daughter in a strangely muf-
fled voice answer. "June."
Mother was an astute woman. She
withdrew softly, but a listener might
have heard her pious ejaculation:
"Thank Heaven! The New Year prom-
ises well."
The dying hours of the old year
passed in the merriest dance the Gris-
wold home had ever known. The bells
THE
NEW YEARS DANCES
IN fit 5PANI5H VILLAGE
1URM6H Children
with New Years
oirraroRA
Turkish
NOBLEMAN
THE NEPy rEMi
1
year departs with
all his joys.
th all his hopes and
fears,
11 his losses and
in his place a smil-
ing lad
The brand New Year
appears.
ancient litjure fades
swallowed up in
gloom,
t solemn tread we
bea r him forth
And lay him in his
tomh.
hen turn t«> greet his
heir who i-otnes
Willi red mouth like a
bloom*
nfurl the flass and
start a song
To greet what is to
come!
nd of tho past and all
Let every lip he dumb
The future beckons with
Adown the pathway let
• us no
With hope to be our
guide.
With roses strewn along
the way
The ugly thorns to
hide.
The Now Year comes
with joyous tread.
So greet him in his
pride.'
The lessons we have
learned are safe,
We hold them in the
breast,
The hateful things are
all forgot;
Remembering the best,
Once more we fare along
life's path *
And leave to time the
rest.
that before the New Year dawned he
would ask her. He would be a blither-
ing fool no longer.
"I'll ask her to-night." he announced.
Her mother was giving an informal
dance to watch the old year out. Not
less than 100 men would be there to
bribe the orchestra for extra selec-
tions, or prolonged numbers, v Ifich
they would sit out, or dance, with the
lady of his heart.
"But," grimly, "I'll ask her. It's
quite simple."
In his steady tramp around the room
he knocked down a Japanese ti j
screen.
"In Japan they have a go-between.
That must be a comfort."
Good Old Times in Oregon.
Return to the "good old times,"
would you? Then rise on a cold
morning and wash at the pump, pull
011 a pair of rawhide boots that rival
a tin can in stiffness, pull 011 a wool-
en shirt over your back and sit down
to a bare meal with your three-
legged stool dancing around 011 a slip-
shod floor, eat corn pone and bacon
for a steady d^et and labor 14 hours
out of 24. Go without a daily paper, a
fly screen, a mosquito bar, a spring
mattress, a kerosene lamp; gee-haw
your oxen to market and sit on tho
floor of an ox cart as you wend your
wav to church or a frolic. I'aich corn
pealed forth their welcome to the glad
New Year, and the party, grouped with
mother in the midst, waited breath-
lessly.
With a beet ming maternal tremor in
her voice, Mrs. Griswold announced
the betrothal of her daughter to Mr.
Thomas Went worth.
In the still, small hours of that New
Year's mo.nirg, Tom switched on the
lights in Jiis own room.
"After all. it was not so very did-
cult, he murmured.
Hut just how easy it had really been
he realized when he picked up from
his desk the letter of proposal, prop-
erly sealed and addressed, but unde-
livered.
and peas for coffee and use sassafras
for tea, and see how you like it.—Ar-
lington Record.
Heard on the Corner.
' "What do you intend to do, to night,
I Jack?"
| "The same thing that I have done
every New Year's eve for the last ton
••
years.
"What's that?"
j "Swear off, so.that 1 can start In
! fresh to-morrow."
New Year.
Kvery one cackh'S
Apd wrong retrieves;
This is the season
For fresh laid loaves.
When pigtails and school were her
fashion, Penelope was always awak-
ened from indolence by the possession
of a new text-book. Its resplendent
cover, Its crisp, clean pages the in-
centives to an ambition that the dis-
carded old volume could never have
called forth.
In Just such manner the Great
Teacher stimulates the grown-up
Penelope to new thought, new pur-
pose, new endeavor, by again and
again placing a bran new year in hef
eager hands.
The new-year idea is almost as old
and universal as the instinct of im-,
mortality, but the first of January has
not always been the starting point
for the procession of months, and
even now by no means the whole
world follws the Gregorian calendar.
The ancient Egyptians, Phoenicians
and Persians began their year on Sep-
tember 22, the Greeks of Solon's time
on December 21. and the Greeks of the
Pericles period on June 21.
From Julius Caesar on. the Roman
civil year commenced January 1. but
the Jewish ecclesiastical year had al-
ways begun at the vernal equinox,
March 2and this spring opening
day—of bud and blossom and uni-
versal hopefulness—became the hon-
ored one with Christian nations gen-
erally throughout the medieval
period.
In the latter end of the eleventh
century, England, which had strange-
ly enough been starting its annual
records 011 December 25, began quite
accidentally to pay homage to the old
Roman divinity Janus, for by chance
William the Conqueror's coronation
took place on the first of January, and
the birthday of the Norman rule be-
came the birthday of the year as well.
Remembering the loyal old Saxon spir-
it—conquered but not tamed—we are
not surprised to learn, however, that
soon the inhabitants of England fell
into the more general habit of indulg-
ing in new-year festivities upon the
25th of March.
The Gregorian calendar, formulated
in 1582, restored January 1 as New
Year's day. The Catholic countries
enthusiastically accepted it, but the
Protestant ones adopted it slowly, and
it was not until 1752 that conservative
England fell into line.
The ancient Romans honored the
whole of January by offering sacri-
fices on 12 altars to the god with two
faces, whose namesake the month
was.
"Janus am 1; oldest of potentates;
Forward 1 look, and backward, and be-
low
I count, as po<l of avenues and sates.
The years that through my portals
come and go."
While the whole month was kept,
the first day was the gala occasion.
Litigation was suspended, reconcilia-
tions effected, impressive processions
made to the capital, offerings laid on
the altars, the emperor surprised by
magnificent gifts, visits exchanged
everywhere, feasts spread in hospit-
able houses, streets ringing with
laughter and music of masqueraders.
The giving of New Year's gifts was
not confined to old Rome. The Per-
sians always exchanged New Year's
eggs, and it was the pretty custom of
the Druids to give 'a sacred sprig of
mistletoe to the faithful on their New
Year's morning, while the bestowing
of presents upon I he monarch became
an absolute obligation.
Queen Elizabeth, the people's favor
ite, was simply showered with New
Year's contributions—"gold for her
purse, chains, necklaces, bracelets,
rings, embroidered gowns and man-
tles, petticoats, smocks, stockings and
garters; and for the royal larder fat
oxen, sheep, geese, turkeys, swans,
capons, fruit, preserves, marchpanes
and sweetmeats."
But s .on this custom was regarded
as a tax rather than a privilege, and
during tlie rule of the austere Crom-
well it died a natural death—never
bobbing ui> again to make a popular
bow, as sometimes happens to a dead
stage hero recalled to life by the audi-
ence's applause.
Closely associated with the new
year season is the wassail bowl. Its
name derived from tho old Saxon
phrase: Wass Hael—"To your
health!"
Until Queen Elizabeth's reign, one
wassail love-cup was handed about
the charmed circle gathered round the
great bowl, but afterward the health
was more hyglcnlcally, If less pic-
turesquely, drunk in individual cups.
The poor carried an Immense wood-
en bowl, decorated with gay ribbons,
around the neighborhood, begging
small coin to pay for the precious In-
gredients that made up the festive
concoction.
"Wassail! wassail! over the town.
Our toast It Is white, our ale It Is brown.
Our bowl It Is made of the maplin tree;
We be good fellows all; I drink to thee!"
In Scotland, on New Year's eve—
for some unknown reason called hog-
many day—the doors of the houses
were thrown open at midnight to let
the old year out, and the new year in,
while in some of tho towns, early in
the evening poor children—"swad-
dled" In sheets so folded up in front
I as to form an inviting pocket—went
from door to door after bread and
small coin, announcing their arrival
by some liaivo song, shrilly given in
childish treble and enthusiasm.
"Rise up, gude-wife, and shake your
feathers;
Dinna think that we are beggars;
We are bairns come to play,
And to seek our hogmany."
■Much excitement was manifested
over another Scottish custom. The
first person who entered a bouse after
the clock struck midnight New Year's
eve was called a "first footer," and
often parties of first footers went
J about calling on friends and making
j merry generally.
j In striking contrast to this frivolity
j was the habit the next morning of
I opening the Scotch Bible at random,
a verse in the chapter read containing
a prophecy to be made good by fate
during that New Year.
At all the courts of present-day Eu-
rope the New Year is celebrated with
great impres.siveness, it being the of-
ficial feast, just as Christmas is a
family one.
In Belgium, on New Year's eve, the
children have a special frolic tingling
with' the thrill of suspense. Early in
the day, all tile door keys in the house
are spirited away from their locks
into small boys' pockets. A pet rela-
tive, called a "sugar aunt" or "sugar
uncle," is then beguiled into a room,
and while ber or his attention is di-
verted, a key is whisked out from its
hiding place and click-a-ty-click the
door is locked! Of course the pris-
oner, confronted by a hard-hearted,
giggling jailer. Is glad to negotiate
freedom at any price—a ransom's pos-
sibilities no doubt ranging from a
candy cane to a rocking horse, accord-
ing to auntie's indulgent humor or
the size of uncle's poeketbook.
The Germans have a very impres-
sive old custom. At Prankfort-on-the-
Main in almost every house Is a fam-
ily party, and at the first strike of
midnight from the cathedral all open
wide the windows, and—filled glasses
lifted in their hands—cry: "Prosit
Ncujahr!"—"Happy New Year."
France practically makes a Christ-
mas of New Year's day. All Paris is
en fete, and the Latin Quarter jubilant
with song, fiddling, and droll farces,
while the poor, starved art student
splurges in all sorts of culinary ex-
travagances. In fact, even the beg-
gars are merry, singing instead of
whining their appeals for charity, and
"dancing a jig for a sou."
The French children find their
stockings filled by good St. Nicholas,
who In his Christmas rush must have
thanked his lucky star that theso
young clients would not expect a pro-
fessional call until seven days after
he had attended to the impatient
American youngsters, over the sea.
After a midday dejeuner a la four-
chette, the younger members of the
family call on the older, and In the
evening there is a grand reunion for
dinner.
Amid all this French gayety there is
that one pathetic little touch that so
often creeps into this rainbow world
of ours, where tears mingle with tho
sunshine of our smiles. If a member
of the family has died during the past
12 months, early on New Year's morn-
ing the near relatives meet at the
grave and lay upon it their offerings
of love and remembrance.
The Russians, following the Julian
calendar, do not celebrate their New
Year's day until January 13.
Tho grown-up, not to be outdone by
the small fry, now form a gorgeous
procession to pass under the critical
nose of the nobleman's upper window
Oxen, cows, goats and hogs, adorned
with evergreens and red berries, are
driven past, while old women bring
| up the rear bearing gayly decorated
I barnyard fowls us presents.
In our own country we Americans,
"half-pagan, half-Puritan," take our
New Year characteristically. With
Hashing eyes and smiling lips we
greet Its dawn; dancing, feasting, up
roariously blowing our ill tie I In horns
And at the same time In our secret
hearts—tho curtains of pride and con-
ventionality closely drawn—we sadly
sit beside th* dying embers of the
past year's hopes iind shiver at the
knocks of tho unknown future at the
door.
MAY C. ItiNUWAJ.T.
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