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No Santa Claus

BY Annie MeGuigan

Saute. Olsus was and one morning. He had been singing right out loud when he Jumped out of his blanket bed. He kept whistling even when he was washing his f~ e and comb- ing the tats out of his big bushy whiskers. He was as pleasant as ever while he ate his porridge and toast and poached eggs. But when he took up the morning paper he sl- most dropped his cup of tea. he got such an awful fright. Right there on the front page was the story.

,It told how a little girl, Mary, by

name, was playing with a little play- mate whose name was Susie. She had told Mary that there was no Santa Claus. Poor Mary. she became quite sick with grief because Srsie had told her that there was no really really, truly truly Santa Claus.

"No Santa Claus. indeed" Santa Claus.‘ “It makes too!"

About one hour later all the little fairies rubbed their eyes with won- drr. Santa Claus was dashing off in his big slclzh drawn by eight ran- ri~cr and it was about four weeks before Christmas.

But Santa Claus knew where he was going. As fast as lightning, he iraveilrd. although no one saw hlul hut the fairies. In almost no time at all. he ivas sitting in a chair be- side the bedside of tho little wick girl. llc roricllcrl ove'r and rubbed her shock and she woke up.

"Sonia!" shr- gaspcd~ hilt not. a. si-vzlc soul in the house heard her rsrrnt Santa. '

"Yes. dc.

said me sick

aid the jolly old boy

71nd Prize, Senior ' HOW THEY AIATA ENJOYED CHRISTMAS By Mildred Mcwiillalns

Johnny and Joan livcd with their grandmother ill a little brick house.

Tilcir parents were both killed in nn'

accident the ,vcar before. and their kind old grandmother llilfl promised

Vi; look after and kccp ilicnl.

It was tllc day bcforc cllfltillllll5 and the first Christmas that the childrcu hfid spent without their lov- inc parents. 0i’ course. granny wanted to make their Christmas as happy as she could.

"Will Santa Clruls bring us ally t'1_vs this Chrlsiilllls. the some as lle did when mother and daddy were horn?" asked Johnny, aged seven.

"And can he get. down this chim- ncv?" said Joan.

"Of course he will flrid you. duri- ings", said granny. "Santa Claus al- v..".,"s finds little girls and boys \‘.’ll0 arr as good or. you." “

Tilcll. as slle thought of a plan. shc sold. "J0llllll_\'. why don't you write a letter to Santa Claus telling him chat you \‘.'<‘.lll;l like him to hflllf’. you. and as Joan can't wftc. you can nut (lmvn in your letter ivllat rile ‘rszlts too.

"Oh! goody." cried the children“ both together. “Let's go and write it lltnv." S") they ivclit into the roulll

aild Sifigfltl for about half all hour. Then they cam? out with tho lcttcl‘ and handed it to grandma. "Do You tliilll: that will be alright granny?“ said Johnny. She read as follows.

“Dear Santa,-—'1‘olligilt is Christ- mas eve, as you wcl kilo’ If W" don't think “it too nlllch 1 would like you to please brng me a sled bi; enough to hold Joan and me. A P16- ture book and some candle and alnts. And, oh yes, o. lnonkey that clnnbs up a string."

“Joan says she wants u doll, a. doll cradle, and some candle. and an or-

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as he lifted her out of bed, wrapped a blanket around her, sat her on his knee, and listened to her story.

“You see, it's like this," said San- ta. “Sometimes things are true. only in e. different, better way than peo- llle think. When little boys and girls begin to grow up they hear that there is no Santa ‘Claus and that there couldn't be with five different 'pretending' Santa Clauses in five different stores and they believe that their parents or somebody fills their stockings on Christmas Eve. But they shouldn't believe it, cause I really am truly, truly alive.

"On Christmas Eve. I pop down of chimneys in the very same second. I fill the stockings of good boys and girls with candies, nuts, toys, oranges, games and bet- ter still, I fill real homes with shouts and laughter. love, music and joy.

"But that is easy work. My hard- est job is to get little boys and girls and selfish women and sour-faced men to hrlp me spread kind thoughts and kind words and kind deeds over the whole big world. But only those who bclicrc ill me can hear and ilclp mo. 'l‘ll:lt's why I come to show you that l om really. rcalhx, truly~truly alivc."

Then Santa put the little izlrl hack in iwd. and silo wasn't cold or sari at all, but her heart was warm and glad and sho felt like sincinn. oven Santa went awnv (lrlvinz in his slcigil witll his pranchlu rcin- dc

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angc. I hope you don't think we're to greedy.

"liiuch love from us both, Johnny Reynolds."

Grandlna smiled and kissing them both said; "Ycs darlings, 1 think Santa Claus will not think you too greedy’. -

Aftrr supper lillf‘. told the cllildrzrll tizcy nlust go ito bed early so that Santa Claus vironltl bling lllLill the things that thcy asked for. Because she lidid. all good little boys and girls must go to bcd early on Christmas Eve or Santa might be cross.

When the children were ill bcd they really couldn't go to slccp be- cause of thinking of Santa Claus.

They heard the kitchen door softly open and close. Then all was silent and they went to sleep to dream of the grodlcs that Santa would bring thcm.

When the children awoke ill the morning. tiley i1oth'l'an dowil to get their stockings. which were brimming over with goodies.

Jcilnny pulled out. his beloved nlonlcey first, then the picture book. Next came a tiny tcddy bear. Iwhich be :2 crctly wanted. but didn't like 1,, “g1; for» and last but not lca-lt, lots of candy and nuts.

Dut Jean, wilcn silo found llcr be- loved cllrlyvhcndctl mania-doll and dolls ClOtllQS. she first cried and then lauithcrl for joy.

But what about the Christmas tree? Witn the children went down afLcr showing granny from Santa. silo szlirlt 12c" tho Christlnes tree in I wonder what's

“Dd will the dining room? in an those parcels tilni arc on it?“ ’I‘hc children ran in and what d"

yr-cu‘ think ihrv found? Under the tree was a little red dolls cradle for Jean, from "Santa". and two slcris. One for Johnny and one for Joan. And, besides there were colored pen- cils. books. oranges, and lots of other filings that every little boy and ill" longs for.

After breakfast the children went ever to Brown's to tell Jimmie and Mae all they got for Chrt

l Drawing Competition

1. Boys and Girls between 13 and 20 years:

1S1‘ PRIZE-Mattie MeNelll, age 19. Alma.

2ND PRIZE- Margaret Taylor, age 1'1. Winsloe South.

3RD FREE-Cecil Gsudet, (no age given.) Miseouche.

IIONOURABLE MENTION— Frank Gaudet Miscouehe; Marguerite Moreslde. Clyde River: Bertha Lagutt, Cole- man. R. R.; Keith H. Camp-

~ Esther Bernard,

i Annie M. Power.

Cross: Helen Mul-

'l'racadi1.l lally, Souris East: Gladys Mul- lally, Souris East.

‘.3. Boys and Girls under l3 years.

lST PRIZE— Ruth L. Murrow, age 9. St. Catherine-s.

1ND PRIZE—Muriel McKay, age l3, Murray Harbour.

3RD PRIZEP-George Bentley, age ll, l2’: Spring Park Road. (Yharlottrtown.

IIONOURABLII MENTION -— Vincent Collins, age l0, Orwell.

Story Competztzon

and (iii-ls between l3 and 24) years

' Brys

2ST PRIZFIWAIIIIN‘. lilcijuigan,

age l4. Stanley Brirlgr.

1N1) lWUZW-aiildrcd film-Wil- lillul", age ll, tlmt Royalty. R. H. fl.

Zlltl) PRIZE-Helen I)o_-,lr. lil. Tignisli, R. R. l.

IIONOERABLF. MENTION — lMissl Mp E- hlann. Rosc- ncalii: Ada l.- M. Ste-ail, Hun- tcr River; Annie M. PUWII‘. Tracadie Cross; Roy Vcsscy, York; Esther C. Bernard, Long River: Howard Doyle, Tignisll; Rita llughca Bedford ‘Station: Ilcrb Melli Silnuilcrvlll": Nflflrarct liir: lVinsioe Road: Catiiciine Murphy, Km- singtlm; Jessie Harper, East Itcynlty: lilargueriir Illoresidc,

age

(Ylyile ltlver; (leorgic Harper. East. Royalty; ftl a r _v O'- Conror. New London: Han-

nah A. Moore: Albion, Lot 59:

Kathleen Illdfarveli. Shain- rnck: Edna Rogers. St. Elean- ors.

1!. Boy. and Girl: lllldfl‘ iii:

18'!‘ PRlZH-Rlltil Cutlmnre, age 12, \Vinsloe.

2.‘i'l) PRiZE-Pnulinc Linklettcr. age 11. Northnm.

3RD PRIZE-Olive lleRochc, ago l2. Tigni-‘h .

IXONOURABLE l\lEN'l‘!0l\l--An-

' nie E. Gillis, Tignish; Esther Harper. Norwood Road: Rosa- mond Wright. Kinross; Gladys “cCardic, Kirkora: Vincent Collins, Newton Cross.

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how good Santa was to them.

'l‘hcy found the children both sit- tlll; in the kitchen with downcast faces and Mac with something very

nnich like tears ill her eyes. “Wily," said Johnny. “what's wrong?" "We- we" began Jillllllif’. ‘Santa Claus

didn't bring us anything but some (sandy and nuts". subbed Mae. "No." said Jinlrnic," and we asked for a sleigh and lots of other things."

Never mind, said Johnny, (who was n bright little fellow.) “Joan and l. got two slcdl; and 1'lll sure Santa meant to give you one and us ollc. "We'll give you one anyway, if granny will let us," said Joan, who didn't like to sec her friends un- happy. So they rail home and ask- ed gP-‘Zllly. “Yes, dcars," she said. "You may give them one of your sleds if you like and I am glad that at your early age you have the true Christmas spirit. I believe that as you grow older. you will not. only be remembered by-_Sailta. Claus, but by God also, who is the most important of all.“ The children didn't quite imderstand this, but they went. over and gave the sleigh to Jimmie and Mac. And oh, but they were delight- ed. Mrs. Brown thanked them too. and Johnny and Joan were ilappy.

That night, as Johnny and Joan were going to bed, after their happy Christmas, Johnny said:~"I feel a lot better and happier now since Jimmie and Mae are happy with the sled." "Yes, said Joan", humbly, "so do l.“

So, you see. my little readers. It is always better to make someone else happy and do without some ex- tra pleasure yourself.

C QN TES T EDITORIAL

The Christmas Story Editor, when he sat down to the task of reading and judging the stories contributed by the boys and girls in THE GUARDIAN Christmas Story Contest, had no idea that it was going to prove so difficult and yet so de- lightful. He is still uncertain whether he has the literary abil- ity to sit in judgment on some of the contributions submitted. 'l'he only thing he is sure 0f is that had he entered the contest himself, he would certainly not have come out at the top l He learned so many new things about Santa Claus, so many beautiful things about the people for whom Santa Claus ex- ists, that he feels quite grateful and humble and not at all like a literary critic-who, as you know, is a very wise and ponti- fical personage, and regards all authors, old and young. with

a sort of tolerant contempt.

_ _So the editor decided that he wouldn’t pose as a literary critic at all. He decided, after he had laughed and cried over the first two or three stories that came to lhilld, that he would just sit down and read all of them through for the fun 0f it, and then score the prize winners according to the impression they made upon him. This was the procedure followed.

_ 1th‘? 53m? {lleumd ‘H5 “doll-led in the selection of the prize winning drawings, which are here reproduced with the excep- tion of the _]ilIll0l' third prize, which was a colored cra_v0n

sketch, and not reproducable.

Altogether the contest has been a most successful one. if it has done anything to foster enthusiasm for the noble arts of

(lrawing and writing; it has flllly achieved its object. The c0m- l

potitors-those who won and those who zamely tried but fell

just short of pinning-are to be heartily

their efforts.

congratulated on

And s0. a ltlerry Christmas t0 one and all; and many thanks. Iltrvsilnd girls, for the splendid co-oilcraiion in this, THE (lUARIJIANS first Christmas Drmving and Story Con-

test.

12rd Prize, Senior

{DNELY AND POOR By llelell Doyle

In a quict little cottage far away tfufll friends and relatives lived Aunt l>i'.li_v. Her loving father and mothcr had departed ll"i&l'iy'_\'Cf1l'S ago. 'I'llcj: land lcit this dear person all alone. She had one sister in the West indies who never wrote to hcr.

Aunt Polly mzitic llcr zscnnt living;

b," means of the littlenloiley her father ilad lcft ller, and occasionally silo got some washing to do for some rich people, who paid her well for l.cr work. ‘ Now you can inlagnit- how lollcly you would be living alone, without your father and mother, sisters and brothers, and not cvcu a. friend. Of course Aunt Polly often felt lunch‘. but bcing now accustomed to this lilc did not fret as much as we would.

One orenilig Aunt Polly fclt very lonesome. Now perhaps you will won- dcr why she fclt so lonesome on UllS particular evening? It was a very stormy night on December twentieth and dear old Auntie noticed‘ as slle glanced at her little calendar, that in five more days Christmas clay would be dawning. Silo thought of the sad Christmas she would spend alone. she also thought of the many happy Christmas’ of lollg ago, when the family circle was not broken as it is now. A's sllc thought of the manly presents Santa used to bring hcr, the tl-nrs rollctl down her cheeks.

It \\'.'-‘.S then Aunt Polly wondered if hcr sister Janie, out in the West Indies c'.'cl' thought of her only sis- ter "Polly." she knew that Janie must be having a great time ivith so many people.

Jsnlcllazl a very rich husband and with i": family of one boy and u girl, the certainly had too lnucll happiness to think of her sis- icr Polly. and even half of the money tllCY spcllt in pleasure at ill'J\'— ics and shows would ilave been a great izift to Polly. 0n December twellfir

to a show together. Nov: they did not. ivarlt to miss this show ax. the name “Inna-if: and Poor" seemed al- hiring.

Now in this show was an old lady who reminded Janie somuch of her

sister, that ii. made her weep in sorrow and silamc. When they returned fronl the

show, her children asked her wily she wept. It was then that she told them about her deserted sister in the little cottage at. home. The two children said. "Why mama, wr will not forget her at Christmas, we nev- er knew we had an Aunt Polly."

All this time Polly is doing her daily duties and never feels lonely. She has made up her mind that she shall have a happy Christmas be- cause she will walk to the church vrhicll is six miles fronl her cottage. There she will attend service. and have a pleasant hand shake and hearty talk with her kind clergy.

She never dreamed that a little boy and girl over the seas. were plen- hing to surprise her.

The five days are ovel' and Christ- mas is here at last. Early in the morning Aunt Polly is awakened by ll rap at the door. 'I'o her surprise it is the postman who had never come to llcr for several years. He never iisitcrl Polly because she never got mail. _

Now, l silpposr: you are anxious to know why the postman came to this little cottage. Well, Aunt Polly was still more anxious.

The postman handed her a letter, which she quickly opened. 1n it were the following" word; along with a great many more:

Dear sister and Aunt Polly; We are sending you a check of

tllrcc hundred dollars and our ad- dress. Come and live with us at' oner.

Sister Janie and family.

This sire did, and lived happily with lhcm the rclmliildel" of ilcr life. Bllt she ilevcl" forgot her littlccottage. at holue. Nearly every Slllllillfl‘ they

' ivouid come there on a visit.

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1ST PRIZE, JUNIOR.

Robin ’s Christmas Eve

By Ruth Cudlnori-

It W35 the twenty fourth of De- cmnbcl" and Robin Redbreast zuuliu feeling rather stiff and hungry". lir- fore him lay a white sllcci. of snow". All the little bushes and trees weft- eovered with the same, and lone shin-- tbmgs llllng from tileir branches‘

Robin had never saw sucii as tin; before, as he had been born in the Summer, where evcrylvlicrc sccmt-ri so warm and food was not hard to find. The breezes had rocked him lo

I 2nd Prize, Junior ’\ CHRISTMAS SCARE

l By Pauline Linklctter

"Anne, wllerc are you? Called Mrs. Barrett one December iiiorniiig.

No response.

"Anne."

"Just a. llllllliiP, mother.‘ came a muffled voice from solncwhcrc.

"Oh dear!” sighed Mrs. Barrett, "what can that child be into now. She is always finding sonic nliscliicf for those little ilands; of hers to do. Likely 5110's into my Christmas fruit cake." With that the stately Wtlllllill went in ihedlrection of the irantri: she opened the door just in time to sec Aime finishing the contents; of a tiny bootle. Her face went white with terror. "Anne Barrett-l" silo e14- claimccl, “did you drink that stuff‘! Oh. Annie, its poison."

Mrs. Barrett led Annc hastily i» the living room where she soon madc her comfortable. Then she stopped to the phone and called Dr. Abbott, the solo doctor in the little village. But that doctor ivas not near so she called her son Douglas who was twenty four years old and studying to be a doctor. "Colne as tiuickly’ as possible? she said. "Aline is very sick and Dr. Abbot is seven mile‘: from hcrc on a very important case.‘ Silo hung up the receiver with from bling fingers and thcll busiecl llcr- self about the medicine. Aline had been in trouble before this. but never just as bad. or rather, never half as bad as being poisoned. Mrs. Barrett's face was very white but ten year old Anne (lidlft notice it. All she rm". thinking about was her own fate.

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Hoop. when a baby", in a in: \ll2i'i.' ll'l‘t' facing tile Reflux-s hOilrii ilc grow iic ll\"'l.'l‘ urn; ii‘. llomc, but in". broiiltjil~ and had flltted alvn"; as soon w. v. illgs had grown Slifiiig’ (110.11: now lle was; alone.

llow cold llr- fr-il 11-. lie 51w ti Ill‘? on one loot and then tile ruin-r! lir- ilowllngwvlnri gushed by hint, nonrvc knocking him ofi‘ his perch. lilr. poor little stomachwnsinlalviiig "i illlun. gel, as ho ivondcr-‘d when. would get his brcuk at. llc l. r iilnvn to the ground, but nothing ctitlld lit‘ sec, except little white flakes, that blew in ills eyes and on his back, making him feel cnld"l' than i)(‘f<)l't'. At first llc was afraid. as". illt“~t’ ini‘. specks tapped illm on tho llPQd, but finding out they did him no harm, he tried to cheer himself up and flew from iaranch to branch to keep him- smf warm.

Night was coining on. illitl ilov: flcrce the wind blew i\'lll1'll scllt ill" great willie mass whirling ill all rizr rt-tions. The Rcctor came to tile \‘.lll- dow and pccrctl out. "Dr lfiiill ils‘

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3rd Prize, Junior ill‘) FOUND .\.. \‘.'.i.l' Bv Olive D/‘Huciii-

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Once there was a littlc buy.‘ v ho i-sus very poor.

Cllrlsilnas was drauiln; nrul". - d. llc dldlri have any money.‘ for il-v." g Cilrisilnas presents for his ifitllt‘? id mother. SISLCYS and iarotllers. and l- sii for his little school chums.

Ho said "I must try to earn ll.l' some nay. ill order that l may able to buy Christmas prc "nt.-..'

This little boy's uncle ivzllllctl o oy in help him with the wood;

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With delight he WO"iEt.'t'l uitl its uuclc for about two wcvizz: lll"l'i tre lio earned enough money in lull 110 liitlr ilrcsents he wished to

Although llils lllilt‘! bog: \'.:., for ll(‘ was loved and had man frr is, from whom h" iznt llllilll"l'-'"lli‘ es- cnis.

‘fills lllllt‘ boy v1.1a \l~r_v gut 1n school.

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