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e age, bowing at'the cradle in the.manger.,
HEY bring from afar their gifts of gold and
'frankincense and myrrh to the King of
Kings, as the song' of the heavenly chorus or
angels on the plains of Bethlehem floods the air.
The Masters1 touch worked strange miracles,
long ago. But let us now turn a simple dial and
again a miracle has been wrought—even here as
it was there so long-ago.
HE room is full of sound. The air is charged
with Christmas—always Christmas. Even
the word is radiant with holiness. With the
voices of the present are mingled those of the
past. At Christmas man is at his best. It is the
blest season of the year; The season of giving
and receiving. The season of love reborn. It is
the miracle season.
APPINESS is in the air. Laughter reigns. In
the tongues of all nations Voices are raised
in greeting. The angels sang out their glad tidings of great joy above the plains of Bethlehem
and as often as Christmas comes, the carols,
music, bells, voices—all unite in a great singing
circle sounding o'er all the world the glad words:
A Merry Christmas!
«j) 1930, We*f«rn Newspaper IJiwn)