47"‘ GI 3*!‘ EJHW“ _->4\-1\J war-ca who: A Christm By Leah as Secret“ Lord Uncle Charlie and Aunt Lucy were sitting in the living roomwhei-i Aunty Lucy began; "Juniors been wanting a tool chest ever since he saw Teddy Wilson's. Honestly he's hardly talked about anything else, I suppose he'll whlttle and saw and pound everything in the house," Lucy laughed; "but goodness! thoylo only young once. Ithink we ought to give them everything we can. Don't you?" she asked. "Christ- mas only comes once a. year. It lsnt,’ she went on, "as if the poor little things had us much as half the others in the block." Charie stirred. "Whatever you think, dear." "Well, I guess 1'11 get it thcn. Slsicr wnsnta a doll." "I thought she llfifl a dozen of dolls" “Yes, I know, but shc wants a new one." lie heard Lucy saying "Babyktoo young to know what its all about ‘l*‘v year. We'll just put some mon- ey in the bank for his college fund." “All right," Charlie brightened hopefully. "and then r.’ I'm not quite able to do it in December, because of the extra bills, and all. Lucy, why we can deposit it later," Lucy turned shocked eyes upon him. “Oh, no dear! That wouldn't be in the spirit oi Christmas at all, would it? And I want the entries in the bank book so that when he grows up he can see what we gave him on his very first Christmas." Charlie had a moment's vision of the baby at twenty reading his bank book. It didn't quite fit, but, any- way, Lucy had 9, feeling about those things, and so,—"Oh, yes, 1 see," he told her. “Well, and what do you want, Lucy? Now. you tell 2nd Prize Scnior IIIS IIEAIFFS DESIRE By Helen Doyle "Oh! Iloihcri Do look at all the lovely toys! Look at the silver balls tn‘ Angels an’ everything!" v The shrill childish voice rose above the babel M sounds, which filled the store, where toys of every des- cription were sold. The child who had cried out was very ‘poor. "Yes, ciiiid," agreed the ‘incihcr, iviiosc {ace showed signs oi want, "the toys are grand." "If only we had a tceny-weeny Christmas trce“, went on the child, "vye could buy a few little toys." "But a Christmas Tree costs a lot, Molly," sighed her mother. "We couldn't afford it with your father out of work, and little Annie always sick. An‘ then there's poor Mrs. Kenny, who is a bit of a drag on us although she works as hard as she In. and cares for Annie." "But it‘ we had a tree, we could buy Just Q few things," persisted the child. "I have ten cents myself, and Jim got twenty-five for sweep- in’ the store, and Annie would love a. Chflstmas Tree." "She would. indeed," said the mo- ther, who was sorry for Molly. “But we must go now." The pair passed on, but the bit oi conversation had been overheard by another mother, and her little daughter, who were doing their Christmas shopping. _ Now this lady was Mrs. O'Neill, who kept house for Dr. Brown and Ilor husband, Torn, was the doa- tor's chauffeur. "Did you hear that, Mumsle?" exclaimed the happy little Rita O'Neil. "Isn't it sad, that little girl hasn't. enough money to buy 8- tiny Christmas Tree. and she was nearly crying." "Very sad, Rita," the mother as- sented. "I wonder if Dr. Brown would give us a tree from his gar- den." “Oh, mother! I will ask him," said Rita_ "Dr. Brown gives me anything I ask for, and in any case Jack and I could do without a tree and give it to those children." 'I‘l'icn Rita ran to the poor little gii. whose name was Molly and said, "Give me your address so Daddy can bring you a. tree on Christmas Eve." The address was given and with a fricndly smile for Molly, Rita ran back to her mother. At six o'clock, Christmas Eve, Dr. Brown and hi: chauffeur drove 2;; n; -——-—'— ~ ~.—_-;-—,—.__.-~v. Continued on Page '7 m6 lfimelhlnt nice that youdreal- ly like." In his mind he saw him- self going to a. shop to select some- thing. Perhaps a POCEet-book, and tuminz over this Ono and that; de- manding to see one in the show case Or a. negligee. Rather funny picking out a negligee for Lucy. He'wouldn't be a bit embarrassed because it was for her. “I'll tell you, dear," the said. "You Just give me a check; then I can get whatever I want," "Thats what you wanted on your birthday and our anniversary," he reminded her, “and then you didn't actually get yourself a thing, It lust sort of melts away, doesn't it?" “Well, its a Brand Present to have something extra to melt," she pointed out. A listening look crept over her face. “5h-h—hl Is that. the baby? Yes, it is." She was gone. Charlie sat on with his evening Puller, not really seeing it. Just thinking. In his mind columns of figures pursued each other, each lollpod by a grinning Santa Claus. Presently he took out a. pencil and began making figures on m; margin of the paper. Lucy returned announcing, "He's asleep again. What are you doing, dear?" "NolhiuB. Just running over ex- penses." v "Well, we'll just have to come out right somehow. I've made out my lists completely.” A new thought struck Lucy. "Now, what do you wanncharllef Tell me." ' She took up a pair of Junior’! iiants and began sewing on buttons. “What would you really like?” Charlie laughed. “You just for- get me, Lucy. I don't want a thing. I give you my word I'll be sore as all Indian 1f you go spending money on me. ‘Ihercs nothing i I want at all." He had a positive feeling of deep conceit as he said it, As far back as September Charlie Peters had had a clear urgent de- sire to own a certain thing. He had Continued on Page 5 . 3rd Prize Senior . A CHRISTMAS MADE HAPPY By Mildred Macwilliams It was Christmas Eve and the Jackson family were gathered around a cheery hearth in their lit- tle country home. The cheery hearth was about the only cheery thing in the kitchen. Now, perhaps we cannot imagine why, on Christmas Eve, everything of which I speak. should be so very gloomy. I will tell you the reason. Mrs. Jackson's husband had died. two years previously, leaving her with three small children, the chil- dren being Mary, aged ten year-s, Jacky, aged seven, and little Billie aged just four. _ Mrs. Jackson with her two cows, twelve acres of land, and a few poultry, had managed to feed and clothe all three children for two years, besides sending Mary and Jackie to school. She was loving and kind to her children, and never complained of the heavy work she had to do. But her children loved her dearly and did all the chores that such small hands could do. On this Christmas Eve they were downcast because they had hardly a crust of bread in the house, They had had hard luck lately. One of tho OOWS died lately and eight of the poultry had died oi a disease Just that week. "I wonder what Santa will bring me this year," said Billie. "on, I hope he brings me a train n' a ted- dy bcar like I askcd him to in my letter." "Yes. and l asked him for a doll and a cradle for hcr," said Mary. "And I want a new pair of roller skates," said Jacky, "and g, gfiqfy book n' candy and nuts. Oh, I won. der if Santa trill-bring us all of them things, mumsy?" Mrs. Jackson brushed away thq “"1" ti“! would com; when she thought how Door they were and she knew Santa wouldn't, come to her (larliiigs. —- ~- _.~ _—, Continued on Page 7 1ST. PRIZE SENIOR Drawing Competition‘ Boy! and girls between 13 and 20 yenra: 1st. PRIZE: Mattie MacNelll, age 20, Alma. 2nd PRIZE: Martina. Gaudet, age 18, Miacouche. 8rd PRIZE: Ruth Cudmore, age 13, Winaloe. IIONOURABLE MENTION: Francis Gaudet, Miscouche; How- ard Doyle, G-eenmount; Lilian Hurry. West Royalty: Harvey R. MacAusland, East Royalty; Olive M. Dewar, New Perth; Wllllfl DEW" Ion, Norway, Lot l; Joseph Martin, Tlgniah; Ilelcn flatheson, Rose Vul- ley; Margaret Ferguson, Borden: Johnnie Matheson, 0Y5“? B"! Bridge; Mary F. MRCIMOCI, Harts- ville; Helen Doyle, Tignish; Ray- mond MacKinnon, West Royalty; Helen Mullally, Souris; Venantius A, Gillie, Baysldc, Lot I4; Law- rence J. Murray,. Emyvllfli. Stc?‘ hen MacDonald, Emivflle- Boys and girls under I3 years: 1st PRIZE: Adele MacDonald, Mermaid, Lot 48. 2nd PRIZE: Clayton Cudmore, age 10, Wlnsloc Road. Continued on Pose 5 l c} .42; l. U.» .'_- ;l’.‘"»#,' CONTEST EDITORIAL The Christmas Contest Editor's task this year was no easy one. The entries, both of stories and drawings, were more numerous than last year and the competition was much keener. The Editor had a delightfuitime reading the stories and admiring the drawings, but when it came to making a selection of the prize winners —that was a different matter. He wished that Santa Claus would come along and help him, but Santa was too busy with his own affairs. So the Contest Editor had to make his own selection. I-Ie presents the result with the humility befitting a mere grown-up who realizes that he has passed definitely out of the magic circle in which childhooiPs dreams are fashioned. To the contestants, one and all, The Guardian ofiers hearty congratulations. Those who failed to win prizes this year should not be discouraged. The effort, for its own sake, was well worth while. In practically every story and drawing submitted there was evident a true appreciation of the spirit of Christmas-of that gracious message of “peace on earth, good will to men" which was conveyed by the angelic messengers on the first Christmas morning, nearly two thousand years ago. That is the spirit which must be encouraged if the world is to go forward to greater and nobler things. The fact that it has found such sincere expression in The Guardian Christmas Contest is one of the reassur- ing signs that we are indeed moving in that direction, however slow the progress may appear to those of us who have outgrown our earlier enthusiasms, and would lose them altogether but for the abiding faith and fresher vision of the boys and girls who will be the citizens of tomorrow. / f 4/4.. 1st PRIZE. SENIOR DRAWING By Mattie Macliell STORY CONTEST WINNERS Boys and glrla between 13 and 20 years : 1st PRIZE: Leah Lord, Provincial Sanatcrium, Charlottetown 2nd PRIZE: Helen Doyle, Tlgnlsh, R. R. I. 3rd PRIZE: Mildred MacWll- llama, East Royalty, R. R. 3. IIONOURABLE MENTION: Mar- garet B. Ferguson, Borden; Ruth (fudmore, Wlnaloa; IAII! ' ‘ . '71 Dorcheahr Street. 055mm" town; Alice Moore. Clrdlllll. R-R- 4; Annie Powen. Trwlfllo CHM: Gladys MacNelll, Kenllnltoh; RM- Ilughca, Redford Station; Annlo Mcuuigan, stnnley Bllilloi M- Tena Doyle, Mount. Stewart; Wil- fred J. McCu-vlll, Klnkorl. B- R- 2: Muriel McKay, Gladstone; Thelma Hastings, Lakevlllo: lmlo "vow- Chlrlottetown, R. R. 3; L. George Dewar, New Perth; Mary Silvia, New Perth Welt; (Min) M. E. Mann, Boseneath; Either Harper, Norwood Road; Kathleen Macin- nls, Point Delloucho; Howard Doyle Greenrnount; Mary E. McCarthy, Mount Stewart: Hannah Moore, Al- bion, Lot 59; Harold J. Dunn, Peake’: Station; Inn!» W006i. Emivllo; Helen Hogan, 1M Murray. Emyvnle. Boy! and Girls under 13 year-g; Int. PRIZE: Pauline Linlrletwr, ll! 12, Northnm. 2nd PRIZE: Rose Arsenault, age 11. st. mu School, Tignlah, 1m. I, 3rd PRIZE: Ivan I-‘rlule, an 1|, Want Royalty. IIONOURABLE MENTION: u... I v Tllfllllli Kathleen mm"!- EIII Royalty: Arthur Dkuwm- N9" Gllfllflw. Vincent Cillllllll. Ncwton Cross; Nora A. "I'D". Nor-wood Road. East Iluy< ""7; Ivan M. Roberts, West Roy- nlly: Edith Agnew, Canllgm; M“d_ "4 CM»- Bomhnw: 1mm a. 5°" ‘b55811. Montll"; Gwen (MIL tun, Coleman; Viola Masher, 11g. hlI-h; Nora Harper, East Royuey; Allnle Chuck, Emyvnle. - Emyvala g C 1ST; PRIZE IUNIOI ‘ Found —A New Friend‘ By Pauline Linklethr __; ‘h, 1&1’)... 2,, 4.- 1,. Jean Brown woke up one chilly Saturday morning in late November with a down-cast heart- The cold winter was cominfl °n and Jean had outgwwfl neuw m her last winter's clothinB- Now the" was no money to buy Bnythlllil 119W a5 he; father, Matthew BIOWH- W“ one o; the mmysaskatchewan far- mers whose crolli hm‘ been “ ‘an’ ure. “Oh, dear," sighed Jean. "It will soon be Christmas, but it won't seem like Christmas at all, with everybody so poverty stricken." Just then she heard her mother calling. "Ham'- Jefln and not "P- There's a big surprise here m: you" “well, I Just wonder what it is," thought Jean, as she hurriedly dressed. ‘Mother see-ms hBPDY enough anyway, which is unusual for her lately, so It must be some- thing pretty nice," She bounded down stairs, two steps at a time, and burst into the kitchen. "Oh motherl" she exclaimbd gaz- ing rapturousiy at the pile of cloth- ing heaped on the table. “Micro did theycomo from? When and how did they get here? Aren't they just lovely?" ‘ Her mother laughed. “They ARE nice, aren't. they? hast night you went to bed before your father came back from Regina. He brought these clothes with him. They are from Prince Edward Island. Aren't those people good to send them?" "They certainly are,” agreed Jean 2nd Prize Junior THE BIRDS’ CHRISTMAS TREE BY RIBS AISGIIRUIE Rose was a little girl whose par- ents were too poor to afford much luxury at Christmas She knew that. all her school friends would have a nicely decorated tree, ‘while ahe would have to do without one. Of course one thing little Rose was alivays certain about was, that Santa would bring her a Christmas gift. Her mother had often content- ed licr by telling her so, especially when Rose expressed the wish that she would like a Christmas tree. One day while at school the pup- ils were tel-ling one another about all the beautiful things they had bought to decorate their trees, when all of a sudden Rose said, “I'm going to decorate a tree for the birds." (This thought had come to her during the Nature study lesson when the teacher had told that at this time of the year when the ground is covered with snow and the grasses and grains are covered‘ up the little birds find it difficult to find anything to eat and‘ many of them starve.) The little girls all laughed at hcr but Rose didn't care. After school she hurried home as quickly as possible to tell her mother about her new plan. Her mother laughed and said, "What will you put on the tree?" "The butcher will give some suet, which I will cut into small pieces, the birds will love it. Then I will tie some pieces of apple, cake and bread with red and green ribbon. ‘Then I will spread grains and oat- meal over the snow." Sure enough the day bofore Christmas little Rose picked out an evergreen tree in the backyard. she filled a basket with things and went to, the tree on which she tied pieces of apples, cake and bread and on the top she tied a great big candy. Then she scattered grain and oatmeal under tho. tree. ' It was now Christmas Eve. Rose hung up her stockings and went m bed. 0n Christmas morning she arose early, and found a big doll and plenty of sweets in her stockings. Then she ra-n to the window. It was a beautiful day and on her little tree she saw ‘many little birds pecking at the decorations. Rose all day to watch these little birds enjoying Christmas. It was certainly a great Joy for Rose's father and mother also about many hours watching the birds. Den‘; you think l"? tree as much 1.. rmtes? 3V9" ‘l! You don't have n. Christ- mast tree yourself, you can navy m"! l0? the birds. Rose enjoyed her H21: rlay m... by this time m mm: 6n a coat which was on top of the pile. "This coat Just fits mo," she raid “but -what's this?" Haatily aha uifastened an enve- lope which was Pinned to the inside o! the coat. - "It's addressed ‘lb Th0 Little Girl. Who Gets ‘Phil con."- She opened the ',.. . There was a. lovely two page letter, a map shot. a. blank nheetlof paper and a stamped envelope addressed to Miss Louise Marshall, Rambler's Cove, P, E. I. Jean read the letter nndturned to her mother. who was looking through the clothes. "Mother, the girl who sent this coat is Just my age, twelve, but she must be taller than me ma... m; sayashebasoutgrcwnit. Andsho wants me to write to her. May If Here's her picture. Isn't she just the darlingest looking girl you "or saw?" _ "She IB a nice looking," agrees Mrs. Brown. "She looks something like you. Whaitk her name?" “Louise Marshall," replied Jean, “Louise Marshall!" exclaimed her mother. "Where from?" Continued from Puget ..:::.—:_'-:r_+-—-—-__ 8rd Prise Junior UNLUCKY JIM BYIVlhFrlnle Jim was I, very unlucky fellow; every thing was going wrong, oven his only marble rolled down a drain. For one thing he was shivering with cold; he should have had warm clothes but he had neither clothes nor money. ' He walked along the street: with his hands in hi! pockets. JimJuw other children going into beautiful homes for their tea. and‘ he knew he would get only a little bit o! bread and jam when b; wont home. Justthenheplalodatopshopfirll of everything a. boy likes, and aw boys and girls coming out with parcels; how he wished he could m. something to his um, sister, lying at homo lo alckl Jim felt so unlucky, but the next day his luck changed; a My tom "him they had hiahame on a list of their church, “and we want you to come to a special Christmas treat next week. Here is’ a ticket for you." "Mint about my sick sister? she may be better than," said Jimmie. They could only take one from each family and his name Wll on the card. Continued on Page ‘l Commended BILLY’S CHRISTMAS DISCOVERY By Eva Christopher (use 10) Bill-y was a dear little boy, who lived on a. small farminthe country, with his parents. He was now eight years old. and went daily to the little school-house on the hill, where he had already learned to read fairly well. ‘Ihia Christmas his parents were very poor as there had been no high prices for any of the ' farm pm- ducts. so poor were they that this morning Billy's mother said that aha didnlt think Bank could af- ford to visit them this year. as ho also must be very DOOI'_.___I’IQW,YO\I can imagine how disappointed Billy must have been. How disappointed you or I, would be if lust three day! before Christmas. someone told you that Santa wasn't going to bring you anything. I suppose you flunk that Bill! criedfbutdno, he didn't, cry. "That Bantu. wottldyt come." was nome- thing he could never have been made believe. \ Now every morning before goin: ' to school Billy realm dog and catl and than rm to meet the postman, who always brought them n. daily paper "The Charlottetown Guard- ian," which his mother alvrayl managed to pay, however POOLTIIII morning ~Billy wu delighted hi! mother m4 not a. letter l0 thin gave h'm a clung to lot the newl- paper first. Ob! How he liked to look u; the Santa Claus plot-urea and read the nice little rhyme! which were on the paper thin "Chi-iatmns Week." All It once b0 i‘ ' . . " ‘ i Continued on Page ‘I . by ?.F 1,5‘! "rf">rf"'-(?"'r? -¢,,3€,?“~,,,"-,? -_. L 3'25" ‘F- ,“/ y‘: F??? r! _, r: ~.. . , “- re r- r/ir’ r1 r-I- 1? F. .- i; V. L’ .;f "'1'; Y?‘ P ’ 1' h‘ r <‘ r5’ r‘ ‘f f.