Friday, 24 Dec 1915--SANTA CLAUS LETTERS--Dear Santa: I am a poor old sick woman. I have been sick ever since August. I can't walk a step. I have to sit in my chair all day. I want you to bring me something nice for Christmas. From your Friend, Susan Dennis. Friday, 24 Dec 1915--SANTA CLAUS LETTERS--Dear Old Santa: I am a little girl two years old. I will write and tell you what I want you to bring me. I want a doll, a ring, some candy, bananas, oranges, and please don't forget Mama and Daddy. I will close for this time. From your little friend, Louise Reilly. Friday, 24 Dec 1915--SANTA CLAUS LETTERS--Dear Santa Claus: I will write and tell you what I would like for you to bring me for Christmas. I want you to bring me a locket. I would like for you to bring me a coconut and some candy. I would like to have a ring, if you can bring it, and some bananas. Well, that is all I will ask for you to bring me this Christmas. Please don't forget my poor old sick grandmother and my mama; bring them something nice, too. I will close for this time. Winnie Dennis. Friday, 24 Dec 1915--SANTA CLAUS LETTERS--Dear Santa Claus: I will tell you what I want for Christmas. I want a pair of skates and a watch, some nuts, candy and a box of caps for an automatic pistol. I guess that is all. Please don't forget my poor sick grandmother and my big brother Marvin; bring them something nice, too. From your little friend, Glen Dennis. Friday, 24 Dec 1915--SANTA CLAUS LETTERS--Dear Old Santa: I am a little girl ten years old. I go to school and study my lessons well. I wish you would bring me a doll and doll buggy for Xmas. I won't ask you to bring me any fruit or candy, for I think my teacher will treat us. Santa, don't forget my papa and teacher, Miss Laura Bottoms. Bring them something nice. Good-bye. Katie Sunderland. Friday, 24 Dec 1915--SANTA CLAUS LETTERS--Dear Santa: We are two little boys living two miles out. I, Eugene, am a little school boy, age 5 years. Santa, bring my little school friends their share of your nice gifts, also my teacher. I, Vencent am 3 years old. Dear Santa, please bring us a little red sled and little red rocker; don't forget the candy, nuts and fruits. Santa, bring our little sister Edna a little white dress. Don't forget any your little boys and girls. EUGENE AND VENCENT KIRBY. Friday, 24 Dec 1915--SANTA CLAUS LETTERS--Dearest Santa: Am a little girl of five years and go to school. Santa, I know you're coming this year, as I've been just as good as I know how since you've been watching me. Santa, bring me a little stove and all and little tub and board. Bring my little brother Raymond some candy and nuts along with mine. Don't forget the little children who have been good. Your little girl, CLARA STARKEY. Friday, 24 Dec 1915--SANTA CLAUS LETTERS--Dear Santa Claus: We are a little sister and brother, living two miles south of town. We want to tell you what we most want you to leave as you drive by. I, Oretta am six years old; haven't missed a day at school. Santa, I think I need a new doll very badly; don't forget a few pretty clothes for her. I, Bert want a train and cars. Bring us nuts and candy. Don't forget our little brother Wilfred. ORETTA AND BERT MAJOR. Friday, 24 Dec 1915--SANTA CLAUS LETTERS--Dear Santa: I am a little boy of four years. Please Santa, don't forget my little train and humming top; also candy, nuts and fruits. Santa, don't you think I've been a good boy this year? Don't forget all other girls and boys. Santa, you mustn't forget to send snow ahead of you and your sled. RALPH DORMAN. Friday, 24 Dec 1915--SANTA CLAUS LETTERS--Santy, dear Santy: Please heart to me, because I am a good little girl. You see I work for my mother and I am kind to my brother. Please bring me a doll, table and a set of dishes. I will hang up my stocking, and I love candy and nuts you know. Please send me a stove too if you will. I never have had a stove, but I love them awfully well. And I want a teddy bear and a big baby doll. ALEEN BURTON. Friday, 24 Dec 1915--SANTA CLAUS LETTERS--Dear Santa: I am a little boy 8 years old and go to school every day. I have been a good little boy this year, so bring me a train, a story book, gloves and a watch, candy, oranges, nuts and anything else you think would be nice for me. And please don't forget my little cousin, Glen Ewin, in Nebraska, and bring him something nice--Wilford Ware. Friday, 24 Dec 1915--SANTA CLAUS LETTERS--Dear Old Santa: I am a little girl three years old. I live a mile and a half from Higbee. I want for Christmas a doll, doll buggy, rocking chair, little tub, nuts and candy, and don't forget my little sister, Hazel, bring her lots of nice things--Ruby Miles. Friday, 24 Dec 1915--BOY, KICKED OUT BY EMPLOYER, DIES FROM EXPOSURE--Several weeks ago a young white boy walked into town and complained to Chief of Police Hinton that he was ill. He stated that he had been working for a farmer south of this city and that the man, after employing him for several months, refused to pay him for his work. The boy was without money, and he was allowed to sleep in the city hall here. Later he was taken to Huntsville. He had developed pneumonia, and was in a serious condition. And about a week ago exposure claimed another victim, and the boy died. But before dying he told Huntsville residents the name of his widowed mother, awaiting his return in the little home down in Knoxville, Tenn. Saturday the mother, Mrs. William Brown, arrived in Moberly. She had received word of her boy's death away up here, and when she told the Sunday school class she was teaching that her heart was torn with grief and that she was unable to come here to claim the body, they immediately raised a purse and paid for her ticket and for the ticket of the boy who would ride in "the baggage car ahead." The mother went to Huntsville. The undertaker there had a bill for $20 against her for services performed in preparing the boy's body for burial. Mrs. Brown was unable to pay the amount. The undertaker refused to give her the body of her child. So she came back to Moberly and yesterday and today, almost wild with the grief tugging at her heart strings, she forgot her pride and begged for assistance. She wants to take her boy back to the little home in Knoxville, Tenn, for burial. And she needs only $20 to accomplish her desires. Judge Adkisson went before the county court this morning and laid the matter before them. They gave him $10 for the mother. Other persons contributed small amounts raising the total a trifle, until now only about $9 remains between the boy and decent burial in the cemetery where his father and other members of his family are at rest. Judge Adkisson stated this afternoon that he believed from what the boy said that the farmer who employed him had retained in wages more than enough money to take the boy back to Knoxville for burial. And the judge is going before the county court when this man presents his bill for road work and make an attempt to force him to turn over the boy's wages to the mother who is now left to her own resources. The boy left his home several weeks ago, taking a car of chickens to New York. He came through this part of the country, working at odd jobs and sending home what little money he could earn. And each week he wrote home to his mother, who was waiting his return, telling of his experiences, and always speaking hopefully of the time when he would be able to save her from toil. When he became ill his letters ceased coming. Then the mother received news that he was dead.--Moberly Monitor, Dec. 13. Will Cave informs us that one bitter cold morning several weeks ago, while going to Moberly in an automobile he met the young man mentioned above in the road several miles south of Moberly. The latter was sick and was very poorly clad and asked Mr. Cave to take him to Moberly, which he did. The young man informed Mr. Cave that he had been working several weeks for a farmer in that neighborhood and that on taking sick, was told by the farmer to get out, as he could not afford to keep anyone around him who could not work, and refused to pay him what was due him, according to the young man's story. Mr. Cave advised him to consult a lawyer when they reached Moberly, but the young fellow replied that he didn't have a penny and besides his clothes were so ragged he would be ashamed to go to a lawyer's office. Mr. Cave then advised him to see the police, which the young fellow seems to have done. The young man's story should be investigated, and if true, the farmer should be made to pay not only the money due the boy, but damages in a good round figure as well, for he is in all probability responsible for the boy's death. Friday, 24 Dec 1915--GERMANY'S CRY OF JOY--What made anybody notice the sinking of the Lusitania? What is it about the Lusitania that will be eloquent forever! It was not the physical force in it. It was not the mean little cowardly thrust and shout from a boat hiding under water. It was the joy of the German people, the ringing of the bells in a thousand steeples, over the drowning of twelve hundred innocent men, women and children. It was the editorials in a thousand German newspapers. It was Germany's cry of joy as she committed suicide, as she lifted up twelve hundred innocent men and women, a hundred and fifty babies, flung them aghast upon the sea--and then she swung her hat before the world and said: "Look! Look! O World--this is what Germany is like!"--American Magazine. Friday, 24 Dec 1915--Mrs. W. H. Goin, a former resident of Sturgeon, died at her home in Sedalia on the 17th, aged 77 years. She is survived by her husband and four children. Mrs. Goin was a half sister of E. A. Sweeney of this place. Friday, 24 Dec 1915--A marriage license was granted at Moberly Tuesday to Mr. Henry Orton and Miss Ida S. Chapman of this place. We could not learn when the marriage was to take place. Friday, 24 Dec 1915--J. M. Kirby and wife of Moberly are the guests of his brother, A. J. Kirby, and other relatives near town. Mr. Kirby only recently returned from Colorado Springs, where he has been living for several years, and informed us that he would likely return to that place early in the coming year. Friday, 24 Dec 1915--A team belonging to A. Stahlman of Yates, became frightened and broke loose from the hitchrack near Murphy's garage Saturday and started for home on a dead run, being stopped about four miles west of town by Dan Robb. Although the team ran like the wind up hill and down hill and around sharp turns, neither the buggy or harness were injured in the least. Mr. Stahlman was up the next day looking for a fur coat that had been lost out of the buggy and was lucky enough to find it, some one having returned it to M. Murphy's store. Friday, 24 Dec 1915--MRS. HERMAN WHITE DEAD--Jewell, second daughter of Jas. and Ida Cleeton, died in Renick on Dec 19, 1915, aged 17 years and 10 months. Her funeral was preached Wednesday at the Christian church in Renick by E. Y. Keiter, assisted by the pastor, Rev. Melville. She was laid to rest in the Hamilton cemetery beside her little babe, who precede her four days ago. She leaves to mourn her death her father, mother, two sisters, one brother and husband, to whom she was married Dec 26, 1914. Friday, 24 Dec 1915--W. H. Magruder was here from near Armstrong Tuesday and informed us that he would leave with his family January 4 for San Beniot, Tex., near which place he recently purchased a small ranch. The best wishes of a host of friends go with them. Friday, 24 Dec 1915--W. I. Williams arrested Wm. Gaul and Ed Denn here Sunday on information from Peoria, Ill, that they were wanted at that place for assault and highway robbery. They are being held for the Illinois authorities. Friday, 24 Dec 1915--MURDY-MELVILLE--Mr. John Murdy and Miss Lottie Melville were married at the residence of the officiating minister, Rev. Ben Robson, Sunday, December 19, 1915. Rumors of the wedding had been current for several days, but came as a surprise, as the happy pair took none of their friends into their confidence. The bride is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Hiram Melville of near Huntsville, and is a most charming young lady. The groom is a son of the late George Murdy and is one of Higbee's most industrious young men. That happiness may ever attend them is the sincere wish of The News and a host of friends. Kathy Bowlin Additions, corrections, comments welcome.