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Vol. 1 DECEMBER, 1945 No. 12
ARTICLES
Peace . . . But We Have No Peace Cedric Foster
Nightstick Navy Norton Hughes Jonathan
What About War Films? William Ornstein
Christmas in the Adirondacks Rick Allison
After Tomorrow, Whither? Charles H. Hogan
Old Sol Will Heat Your Home John Broberg
A Pioneer Suffragette Ara J. Gebaroff
Hams Are Back on the Air Harry Van Demark
The Christmas Story in Art Raleigh Williams
Hate Is Everywhere Edward R. Schauffler
What Wonders Man Hath Wrought (Pioneer Mother) Wm. Rowley
Pretty Looks at Pretty People Carl Revere
The Coach, the Man, the Prophet Larry Winn, Jr.
Beauty for the Boys Marion Odmark
Tung-Yu-Shu-Oil From Trees Ella Allison
MISCELLANEOUS
Transfusions Once in Disrepute Margaret Benz
Alaskan Williwaw A. G. Armstrong
Steamboating on Old Miss — 1946 Version Rowland G. Bird
OUR
December's Heavy Dates
Ports of Call in Kansas City.
Swingin' With the Stars
Swing Around
TOWN TOPICS
OTHER TOWN TOPICS
Chicago Letter Norton Hughes Jonathan
Chicago Ports of Call
New York Letter Lucie Ingram
New York Ports of Call
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PICTURES
(Center Section) Christmas art, loaned to Swing by Kansas City Public Library. (Back Cover) The Country Club Plaza, Kansas Cit>\ in Christmas brilliance. Photo by Purd Wright II.
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HIS IS SWING S FIRST CHRISTMASTIME. We wanted to wish you something special by way of Merry Christmases. But we shopped around and found we could do no better than to wish you Merry Christmas in all its old accoutrements: the stars, the whiff of cedar, the colored lights; the dash from the cold dusk into the warm sweet the tumbled stacks of greeting cards; the crowded trolleys; the readiness to forgive, to kiss, to buy a drink, to love thy neighbor . . the Salvation Army bells ringing the reminder of the poor and the hungry; the carols, the big langorous poinsettias, the stampede, the egg-nog . . . and the Christmas Story, the sudden fierce and earnest yearning to believe . . . this is Christmas.
Even though Santa Claus forsakes Dunder and Bliczen for a B-29 this year; even though what Russia really wants for Christmas is the secret of the atomic bomb; even though Santa Claus turns out to be that Man from Missouri; even though shepherds watch their flocks by flood lights, and the wise men bring gifts of uranium — even so, Christmas comes again as beautiful as ever in our hearts. And we wish you peace on earth — with those across the room from you, the folks next door, and the men and women of six continents.