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PICTURES AND THE PIC TUREGORR
PICTURE-PLAYER PRESENTS: THE " PICTURES" CHRISTMAS TREE. DiwnifyG
unmarried antoed to and from Los Angeles for our picnic. We built a fire on the beach and baked clams and other things. 'Afterwards we went to another beach-resort, where they hare a dancingpavilion. We danced until they turned the lights off. Daring the picnic we gave each other presents, and altogether we had a delightful time.
Does it not read strange to yon that we enjoyed 4he sunshine and had a dip in the briny? 1 hope your Christinas will beas jolly as the last one was forme.
"It's an 111 Wind that Blows No One any Good.'
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1 SHALL never forget a boardinghouse Christmas I once spent.
1 was living with about a dozen other people in B rottenly dreary boarding-house. The boarders were fearfully gloomy, and among them were a little violin girl from Australia, two languid medical student? from Canada, a thin. half-starved bank clerk, and myself.
We were all as miserable as possible, and so we unanimously decided that we
ild try and forget it was Christ Day. [n the morning we had breakfasl as usual, then the majority of us retired to our respective chilly bedrooms and made some sort of ■ I ead.
Lunch-time came, after which we a'.l turned out for constitutionals. By dinner-time we all had the hump, -and of us dared mention the word ristmas." The meal was ah its and fruij passed round, when suddenly the little violin student Imrst out. "We aba J lo have nuts like fms at Ghrist
mas!" Then we remembered that only a month before her father had died. Unitedly our heart weni on! in sympathy to this poor little soul, and to prevent her from crying we each of us broke in with some little remark about Christmas. This just Bet us off ofae thing suggested another, and our miserable daj ended in a gloriously happy evening. "It's an ill-wind that bl no one any good! "
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