Dear Santa Claus: My mother she Bays what she wishes you’d bring me On Christmas Is a heart that’s kind And—and—oh, yes, the wish to mind, And happy smiles for every day And goodness that won't wear away.Dear Santa Claus, please won’t you bring These all on Christmas—everything My mother wishes that you would?And—and a sled that’s strong and good. And I would like to have a gun—The kind that shoots—an iron one.My father told me If I’d write And ask you for It that you might Bring me the wish to study well And learn to read and write and spell. And thankfulness for limbs that’s straight And youth and health thut’s simply grea*Friend Santa, bring them all and I’llBe good and cheerful all the while;But If I can’t have everything My parents say they wish you’d bring. And If I can’t have only one.Why, please, I’d rather have the gun.QEORGIBLA Preference.Bobble, would you rather find your Christmas present In your stocking or on a tree? I’d rather have it on a tree, ‘caase there's more room there.”Wise King 8olomon.King Solomon had a great head, all right.Certainly. He was the wisest man who ever lived. «TI guess he was. Ho had all those wives of his before there was any such thing as Christmas.Independence.Well, said the pood man, patting little Willie on the head, “have you written to Santa Claus?”No,” replied the child. I heard1 papa and mamma talkin' about what they were goln* to give me, one algbt when they thought 1 was asleep, and If old Santa doesn’t want to stop here without gettln' Invited he drive on.”