The Daily Transcript (Norman, Okla.), Vol. 3, No. 149, Ed. 1 Wednesday, January 5, 1916 Page: 2 of 4
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NORMAN DAILY TRANSCRIPT
O/fe OLD YEAR
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RANDALL HOYT
HE New Year comes. The Old Yearx.- -
Adown the pathway of the years, J
heath his pacK of Joys and woes.
Of Junettde smiles and April tear*
the fields with snowdrift white,
Old Year passes on tonight
VEMONT^I past we welcomed him-
ew Year he, one year ago(
now h& eye is weaK and dim,
ie trotters on with footstep slow(
oice>complaining on the breeze,
^Qpme^tn the groanlng of the trees.,,
CV IE watched him grow. Thd\yrtntertlme
YY Ebbed into spring, and summer, then
We saw him pulse with virile pride
When autumn fields were ripe a^ain
And now, we view him at the last.
Nipped by December's chilling bWst
ELL, let h
run.
He was a goodly Year inde
So let us toast him, every one.
And bid the w
Old Year, a final he
You were a corara
to you I
tried
THE Old Year goes. The
Before the door and w
Ho, bring him in with welco
The Year is dead! Long
hands
§HPPS Ura gqaq
The following New Year wish
Is ascribed to Ooeths.
Health enough to make work a
pleasure.
Wealth enough to support your
needs.
Strength enough to battle with
difficulties and overcome them.
Grace enough to confess your tins
and forsake them.
Patience enough to toil until some
good is accomplished.
Charity enough that shall see
ome good in your neighbor.
Cheerfulness enough that shall
make others glad.
Love enough that shall move you
to be useful and helpful to others.
Faith that shall make real the
things of God.
And hope that shall remove all
anxious fears concerning the future.
QUAINT SOLDIER CEREMONY
How Crack Scotch Regiment, the Sea-
forth Highlanders, Ushers In
the New Year.
The Seaforth Highlanders, one of
Scotland's crack regiments now at the
front, have one of the most peculiar
New Year's eve customs of the whole
British army. The ceremony Is pic-
turesque and Imposing.
On the night of Hogmanay, at about
10:30 o'clock, the regiment assem-
bles in the barrack square. A few
mlnuteB later the oldest soldier In the
battalion, dressed as a Druid, makes
his appearance, to the accompani-
ment of a flourish of trumpets. As
eendlng the Improvised throne, he
calls on the veterans to show their
uniforms and achievements of bygone
times. To the music of the pipes and
brass band veteran after veteran, ar-
rayed in the uniforms worn by the reg
lment at different periods, marches
past and salutes the Druid. The Druid
then toasts "The Seaforth Highland-
ers."
After a display of Highland dancing
the alarm Is Bounded, and the second
Oldest Boldler, arrayed as Father Time,
approaches. The veterans then re-
treat, leaving their honors to be guard
ed by their successors, and Father
Time expels the Druid.
At the last stroke of midnight a
loud knock is heard at the gate and
out rings the sentry's challenge:
"Halt! Who goes there?"
"The New Year!" comes back the
answer.
"Advance, New Year, and give the
countersign!" is the next command.
"Pass, New Year; all's well!"
The gate Is then opened and the
A NEW YEAR'S PRAYER.
Lord, help me reach thp.t higher plane
Above all sordid, selfish strife!
Help me a pure life to attain.
Nor count the cost, nor heed the pain.
E'en though I lose this present life.
While God's clear Flsgah heights I Ram.
—Rev. Grover C. Clark.
TURNING A
NEW LEAF
Qy • • • •
De Lyste fcrreeGass
youngest boy of the battalion enters
dressed as the high chief of ancient
Ross, to represent the New Year. Th«
colonel shakes hands with the boy
while the band strikes up, "A Guid
New Year to Ane and A'."
After the colonel's greeting to the
battalion the national anthem ie
played and the men fall out.
When the World's All New.
It is the same old world that we
greeted on New Year's morning. But
somehow it looked so different. The
invisible dividing line between last
year and this has made possible a
new angle of vision. The grip of old
passions seems to have lost its hold
and a new purpose, partly old, partly
new, throbs for recognition. A gen-
tleness appears in faces thought to
be hard and cynical. Happiness
sparkles in the eyes of sad and lonely
folk. A sort of Introduction is need-
ed to oneself. For the dawn of the
new year makes possible a fresh at-
tack on the age-weary problems,
another attempt to produce the best
instead of the good, and a new walk
down by-ways of human experience
where one may be a good Samaritan
with no eye but his to Bee and
understand. The world is all new on
New Year's morning — ffiy world,
your world, our world—to make over
for the Kingdom. — Ra'iph Welles
Keeler.
OGER FEATHERSTONE
rose late on New Year
morning with the barest
suggestion of a headache.
That was the aftermathNof
the previous night's cele-
bration, memorabilia of
which were scattered all
about the apartment in a
weirdly incongruous way. Roger's
:oat was still brightly speckled with
red, yellow and blue confetti; there
was a battered tin born protruding
from one pocket, and a particolored
fool's cap made of tissue paper was
set raktalily askew on the bronze bust
of Beethoven on the piano.
In the hazily-recalled grotesquerle
of last night's homecoming, Roger had
denuded himself progressively, be-
ginning with ills shoes at the door
his hat and waistcoat beside the
Jresser; trousers and linen at the
foot of the bed and, last of all, his
scarf tied In a beautifully neat bow
beneath the nob of the bedpost.
Roger sat up regarding all this
whimsically for some time and won-
dering dully how It is that morning
daylight always Imparts such a hag-
gard aspect to the rosy visions of the
night before. He yawned and
stretched prodigiously; then made
bound for the washbowl and im-
mersed ills head In gratefully cold and
refreshing water from the tap.
"Heigh-ho! New Year's morning
and my fortieth birthday all in one!
The good Lord knows that I don't
feel that old, but those periodic 'par-
ties' sure are beginning to pall upon
mo. If I were to do the conventional
thing now, I'd begin the new year by
making some amazingly moral resold
tlon and then— But, after all, why
not? I'll make a resolution and not
break it, either! I'm forty years old
today and as comfortable a bachelor
as any I know. Hereby I do solemnly
avow a placid life of celibacy. No
wedding bells for me!"
Roger dressed leisurely, not a little
pleased with the positive formulation
of the ld«a that really had been in
the back of his head for months past.
He liked and admired girls, of course
—what real man doesn't? But It was
In a detached, impersonal sort of way.
He enjoyed their chatty conversations
as mentally restful after weighty busi-
ness conferences at the office all day
long; he liked vivacious femininity
across the table when he dined out
in the evening. But as for actually
burdening himself with one woman for
life—as for - -iluntarily domesticating
himself, eschewing the good fellows at
the club, and as for systematizing his
life into a humdrum routine—no, no!
not for Roger Featherstone!
Ah! there went the telephone bell!
His sister Madge undoubtedly—Madge
who had married Phil Barnes and
taken out of the merry whirl of things
as jolly a chap as ever—
"Hello! hello! Ye3, this is Roger
talking. Oh, I tbiugh It might be you,
days together, either—recfJIwi totB ot
little childish intimacies that h„d
slipped even Roger's memory. Why,
those fuzzy little tendrils of hair curl-
ing at the nape of her ne-.k were posi-
tively adorable! Yes, and tb'se
liquid, mischievous eyes of hers
Deuce take It! what was that elusive
scent she used? Did it come frora that
flufTy hair, or the gown, or—
Roger was in the midst of telling
her about his resolution to eternal
bachelordom. He had intended to da
It humorously, epigrammatically But
the warm, physical proximity of th
girl was an Indubitably permeating
thing—went to one's head—and that
little-pink-nailed, soft hand lying pas-
sive so near to his was—
"So when 1 got up and remembered
that today is New Year's and my for-
tieth birthday, 1 said to myself—'
"Yes, Roger," — oh, the subtle,
amused, encouragement of that inflec-
tion. It piqued him strangely.
"I said to myself that—"
"Yes, Roger—"
The man stared at her confusedly
and all at once was accusingly con-
Good-by, Old Year!
She Hadn't
Forgotten About
Old Days.
sclous that, somehow or other, that
soft, warm little hand of her was nost-
ling comfortably within his own trem-
ulous grip.
' You were saying, Roger, that you
told yourself that—?"
That I've been needing you for ever
30 long, dear," mumbled the man, red-
faced.
And she: "Oh, Roger! What a per-
fectly .lovely New Year's resolution!"
NEW
YEAR'S DAY IN
WALES
OLD
Musician's Sally.
Victor Herbert tells this story oi
two famous musicians:
"De Pachmann and Goldmgrk once
met in front of the latter's Vienna
home. Goldmarlt was a most esti-
mable old chap, and. as everybody
knows, a writer of exceptionally bril-
liant and melodious music, but his
one great fault was his overwhelming
conceit. As De Pachmann and Gold-
mark walked away from the compos-
er's house the pianist pointed back
ward and said:
"'That modest little edifice will be
signally distinguished some nay arter
you are dead.'
"'Indeed!' said Goldmark.
"'Yes,' continued De Pachmann,
'they will decorate It with a tablet'
" 'And what do you suppose they |
will say on the tablet'/' asked the Parlor,
composer, eagerly.
"'To let!' replied De Pachmann."—
Philadelphia Ledger.
Roger Sat Up.
•is. Why, no-o-o! I've no particular
appointment for tonight. For dinner
at your house? Yes, I'll come, thank
you. Eli? You don't say? Betty
| Hurling going to be there with you,
J too? Well, well, of course I remem-
ber her! We used to be sweethearts
( back in kid days. When did she get
back in town? Must be four or five
years since we've met. All right, I'll
be over."
Roger sighed as he hung up the r*-
' celver; then grinned.
, "Tonight will be a good time to t-n
them about my New Year's resolu-
tion."
Tho cozy little dinner party was over.
Sister Madge and Phil—"Hub" she
patronizingly called him—were some-
where out in the back of the house.
They had left Roger and his old chum
Betty alone tete-a-tete in the dimiy
The essence of friendship Is entire
ness, a total magnanimity and trust
—Emerson.
How that girl had grown and "im-
provf-d" during these five years t!,i>
Roger hadn't &ien her! Why, she had
developed into a positive little p aih!
What a sensation she would mal.j at
one of the club dances!
Bhe hadn't forgotten about their old
New Year's day in old Whales was
not marked with such celebrations as
were some of the other days during
the Christmas season, but there were
two customs observed which are
rather interesting. The first was the
visit of the male members of the
house to the homes of their neigh-
bors on New Year's morning. It was
considered unlucky for a female to
enter the house first on New Year's
day, but should this happen by acci-
dent, it was supposed to be a sign of
death in the family during the com-
ing year. So firmly rooted is this
old superstition in the minds of the
peasantry that some of the old folk
will engage men or boys to visit their
home on the early morning of New
ear's day. I was thus hired when
a boy on more than one occasion, and
took great delight in entering certain
homes as the first male visitor on
I that day, for which I received a few
I pence.
I The second custom was the visit of
I the "waits" on New Year's morning
j with the "New Year's Water." The
"waits" were supposed to be an es-
tablished institution of professional
musicians wearing arms, but now the
name is used to designate companies
of people who go around caroling dur-
ing the Christmas season. On New
Year's morning these "waits" would
Journey throughout the community.
Arriving at the door of a home, they
would sing the following verse:
Get up on New Year's morning,
The cocks are all a-crowlng,
And if you think It Is too soon,
Get up and look at the stars and moon.
After this they would knock loudly
and repeat slowly the following Hbob:
The roads are very dirty,
Our boots are very thin.
We wish you all a "Happy New Year,**
And please to turn us in.
When the door was opened a mem-
ber of the party who was styled the
"Sprinkler," carrying in his hand a cup
of clear water and a bunch of the
box tree, would sprinkle the members
of the household with the New Year's
water, repeating while doing so the
following lines:
Here we bring you water from the well
so clear.
For to worship God with us this "Happy
New Year,"
Sing Levy Dew, sing Levy Dew, the wa-
ter and the wine.
—J. S. Ladd Thomas.
The guardian angel of life some-
times files so high that we cannot see
him; but he is always looking down
upon us, and will soon hover nearer
to us.—Richter.
JQTOOD-BY, Old Year! With
words of grace.
Leave us with him who takes
your place.
And say. Old Year, unto the
New,
"Kindly, carefully, carry them
through,
For much, I ween, they have
yet to do."
—John Godfrey Saxe.
NEW YEAR "NEVER AGAINS"
insist on his kissing you that you may
smell hie breath.
Ne.er again to come to the tablo
with hair in crimpers and wearing &
soiled ktmono.
Never again to subject pa to spells
of lachrymose reproaches, telling him
that he doesn't love you any more.
For lovers, married or single: Never
to miss an opportunity to tell the cest-
oid story over and over again.
Never to lose the coquettish elu-
siveness that makes lovers so delight-
ful to each other.
Never again to spend the Bweets of
young lover souls in cheap flirtation*
when there is such a world of real
happiness at your command.
Never to become insensible to th
delicious tremblings and flutterlngs of
your own heart, or to become lax la
all of those lovely attentions and gtv-
Ings that help to keep a keen response
a thrill in the heart of the beloved.
Suggestions for Husbands, Wives and
All Lovers, Married or Single,
That Are Timely.
If you haven't thought up any, here
are a few timely suggestions:
For hubby: Never again to spend
* moment out of the presence of the
wife unaccompanied by a trustworthy
guardian appointed by her, who will
'eport faithfully all of your doings,
sven to the irregular quiver of an eye-
lash, or the drinking of soda Instead
of buttermilk.
Never again to be such a brute as
to want to stay at home when the
wife wishes to go out, or to wish to
go out—by yourself—when wifie de-
sires you to stay at home in the bos-
om of your family.
Never again to growl, grumble or
swear, or pretend to be asleep when
the wife pokes you in the back and
asks you to walk with the baby in
the middle of the night.
Never again to threaten to forbid
tradespeople to allow the wife credit
If she and the girls do not cease their
extravagance—when the monthly bills
come In.
Never again to forget to peck wifie
on the cheek upon leaving her in the
morning and coming home at night,
to tell her that her frightful new bon-
net is a perfect gem, and that her
"fourteen-year-old'' short dress is al-
together too old-looking for her youth-
ful figure.
For wifie: Never again to make
biscuit for breakfast until you have
tried them on your own digestion for
a few weeks in the absence of the
rest of the family.
Never again to notice pa exchang-
ing glances with the pretty girl across
Ihe aisle all the way downtown.
Never again to keep the lights
turned on when pa has been detained
downtown "on business," in order to
see what time he gets home, or to
THE OLD YEAR
He had his virtues. This old yeai
was impartial. No discrimination
knew he between classes or condi-
tions. He meted the same number ot
hours to the man in the novel and
the man on the throne. The hour-glass
he turned the same number of
times for him whose garments were
plain and coarse and him who wor
garments of costliest fabric. Like
God who sent him, this old year was
no respecter of persons. He showed
constant vigilance. No laggard, no-
loiterer, he. Having been sent to fill
a space in time's calendar, he tilled
it to the full. Sent to mark off so
many hours on time's dial, his hand
was never slack; he slept not for a
single swing of the pendulum. May
we keep our vigils as faithfully! He
fulfilled his mission. God's plans
are deep, and we know little, perhaps,
as to the real mission of any of these
passing years, decades, centuries, and
cycles, yet we know that each fulfills
a purpose in the betterment of hu-
manity; and in the closing year has
served well his embassy in bringing
the race nearer its final goal. A
prize, peerless and bright, awaits each
of us if we are true to our mission as
the old year has been to his.—Hev. J.
M. Hubbert.
Their Resolutions.
They were young as April as they
pressed close to a window full of won-
derful confections.
"What bad habits are you going to
give up this New Year?" he asked.
"You," she answered briefly; "what
bad habits are you going to give up?"
"Letting you have your own way,"
he responded firmly, "so our engage-
ment stands."
"Very well, then, go in and buy mo
that heart-shaped box of candy." And
both New Year resolutions went tho
way of their kind.
The Old and the New.
Another year has joined his shad-
owy fellows !n the wide and voiceless
desert of the past, where, from tho
eternal hour-glass forever fall the>
sands of time. Another year, with all
its joy and grief, of birth and death,
of failure and success, of love and!
hate. And now, the first day of tho
new o'erarches all. Standing between
the buried and the babe, we cry,
"Farewell and hail!"—Robert G. Inger-
soll.
Helps Some.
"Some folks say dat mere words
don't count," said Uncle Eben, "but
de fact dat some folks think enough
of you to say 'Happy New Year' to
you helps some."
Look to the Future.
In reverent gratitude for the yeat
gone, may we turn our faces toward
the more blessed year to come.
|.vv.M.0°Ap*$oiution$ J
A man cannot speak but he Judges
himself. With his will, or against
his will, he draws his portrait to the
eye of his companions ty every word
—Emerson.
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