WILFRED T. COOPER

ITHOTESAI,E TUMBER

234 Eqst Colorcrdo St. Pcrsqdencr l, Calil.

Telephone Pcrscrdenq, SYcqmore 3-2921

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BE IT RESOLVED that Pacific Lurirber Remanufacturers' Association does hereby go on record as being opposed to the prosecution of all violation cases heretofore filed and the continued filing of violation cases in all instances where the Administrator is unable to prove a wilful and fraudulent intent to violate such regulations and

BE iT FURTHER RESOLVED that this resolution be published in such trade and other publications to which the Association has access and tl-rat copies hereoT be distributed to all of the members of Congress representing the rvestern states lvherever our membership resides.

"Friendship is a sheltering tree," The poet said-his words express Our feelings as the old yeor ends. For, as we list what we possess, Ve find a forest, full of friends, To whom wewish-as in the pastFor friendship-that we know will last

Heaven

Fleaven, I think, will not be great, or strange, Nor shining with the glitter of all gold; There'll be no noise of cymbals or of harps, But only things we knew and loved of old.

Reading old books-having tea at fiveSmiling across a table at dear facesFforses and dogs-and lamplight on the snowHaving people in-and going places. (Anon)

Longdellow Wrote-

I heard the bells on Christmas Day, Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet, the words repeat Of "peace on earth, good will to men."

And in despair I bowed my head, "There is no peace on earth," I said, "For hate is strong, and ,mocks the song, Of peace on earth, good will to men."

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep, "God is not dead nor doth He sleep ! The wrong shall fail ! The right prevail ! With peace on earth, good will to men."

E. L. Spcrulding Wrote-

"Remembering you at Christmas," Thus read your Christmas card, Forgetting,me was easy, Remembering me came hard. It seems so very long ago, The day you locked your heart, The universe has wheeled for me. Since we have been apart.

Remembering me at Christrnas ! Of course I thank you, dear; But oh, my love, lgrnsrnfslI remember all the year.

"Adirondack" Murrqy Wrote-

"Ah friends, dear friends, as years go on, And heads get grey, how fast the guests go! Touch hands, touch hands with those who stay, Forget, forgive, for who may say That Christmas Day may ever come

To host or guests again?

Touch hands ! Touch hands !"

A. Merricrm Corrner Wrote-

Christmas is coming again ! And once again do we hear, The chiming bells and the dear old songs, And voices a-thrill with cheer. Christmas is coming again ! Flaunting the forces of night, Dispelling the shadows of fear, Filling our hearts with delight. Christmas is coming again ! Nothing can alter its sway, Ever this message it brings, "Night is succeeded by day." Clouds are dispersed by the sun, Stars do not fade with the years, Hope lights the pathway ahead, Smiles are more potent than tears.

Author Unknown-

I pray the prayer the easterners do, "May the peace of Allah abide with you. Wherever you stay, wherever you go, May the beautiful palms of Allah grow. Through days of pleasure and nights of rest, May the love of Allah rnake you blest."

So I touch my heart, as the easterners do, "May the love of Allah abide with you."

Ogden Ncrsh Wrote-

God rest you, Merry Innocents, While innocence endures, A sweeter Christmas than we to ours May you bequeath to yours.

' Christmqs Time-

When Christmas time comes and the choristers sing, With voices fresh, lilting, and true, I'd like you to know that the fond words they fling, Are things I am thinking of you. I'd like to join in and sing carols to you, But it's not as easy as that, I'm forced to report (don't you think I'm a sport?)

That my voice is horribly, downright deplorably-FlAT. So just let me saY

In my slap-happy way"Good luck without end, To you, my good friend."

(By Jack Dionne)