Glass High School - Crest Yearbook (Lynchburg, VA)

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A THE 01211110 163 Suggzstiuz 'Bibliography for Qlbristmaa Christmas Carol-Dickens. The Ch-imes+Dickens. Cricket on the Hearth-Dickens. Uno' Edinlmrgh's Drowniri'-Thomas Nelson Page. A Captured Santa Claus-Thomas Nelson Page. Polly-Thomas Nelson Page. Whistling Dich's Christmas Stocking-O. Henry. The Gift of the M agi-O. Henry. How Santa Claus Came to Simpsorfs Bar--Bret Harte. The First Christmas Tree-Van Dykes The Other Wise M an-Van Dyke. The Christmas Rose-Logerlof fin Girl of the Marsh Croftj. The Birds' Christmas Carol-Wiggin. Where'Love Is There God Is-Tolstoi fin Russian Pro- prietor and Other Stories j. Behind the White Brick-Burnett. The Maid of France fP1ayj-B1-ighouse. The Tailor of Gloucester-Potter. Around the Christmas Fire fEssayj-Crothers. A Christmas inthe Woods CEssayj-Dallas Lore Sharpe. Colonel Carter's Christmas-Hopkinson Smith. A Dog of Flanders-Ouida. Santa Claus is the best filler I knowg He fills your stockings to the tip-toe. Christmas comes but once a year, And then we're happy and of good cheer. A. C. HIGGINS.

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162 THE URITIC' barrassment, into the next room. John followed, greatly puzzled. A sigh of relief went up from all the family- Thank the Lord, said Mamma, he's come-and with a present. l THE MOUNTAINS Over their lofty tops the sun first casts its cheerful rays into the valleys and at night sinks into the western sky be- hind them. They tower into the skies sometimes above the very clouds, keeping watch over all. Among their craggy precipices the eagle has his eyrie, and on their sides grow the age-old trees. Now and then a dead one stretches its leaiiess limbs to the sky as if inviting the birds to rest upon its branches. Down their steep slopes roar the creeks and rivers, cutting deep canyons into the 'very rock foundation of the mountains. By changing a few Words of Tennyson's poem on The Brook we have- ' A For men may come and men may go, But I stand here forever. They are the monuments to the unknown dead and unre- corded deeds of the ages long since past. They are the vaults of Nature where she has stored up her minerals, her fuel and jewels. They are the storehouse of the rocks from which our most beautiful buildings are made. They break the mon- otony of the landscape. Indeed, what other natural assets have we which contributes to our happiness more than the mountains, because from them we get wealth, health, and beauty. M. J oHNsoN. God bless us every one 1 said Tiny Tim.

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164 THE CRI TI C' CHRISTMAS FIRES Who does not know the pleasure of a good jolly fire? From the earliest ages tire has been necessary for the welfare, dis- position, and cooking of mankind. The tired ploughman plodding home from his work is heartened by the mere glimpse of a blazing fire through a window. Under the influence of warmth, Il1B.I1,S disposition im- proves, grows better, becomes angelic. Show me the crabbed person who can sit near a roaring fire, with plenty of chest- nuts to roast, cider to drink, and a merry crowd, and yet remain grouchy, and I believe you have found the eighth wonder of the world! About .the Christmas fire especially there is an indescrib- able cheer. When the wind whistles and the shutters rattle and the snow sweeps in drifts under the door, there is noth- ing so cheering as a. big, blazing Yule-log. E. DEYERLE. NO PEEPING It's the jolliest time 0' the year, boys, When the kids turn 'round to play with toysg And while they reward old S811t3,S work, Sense the coming 0' the good brown turk, I slip 'round 'Way out o' sight, you know, And kiss Her under the mistletoe.