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CHINA MAIL CHRISTMAS SUPPLEMENT, 1930.

Hotel

Cecil

Christmas Eve

DINNER.

Orange Cocktail, Alexandra Cream Soup.

Fish la Hotel Cecil.

Tournedas a la Monte Carlo,

leed Asparagus, Mayonnaise,

Roast Saddle of Lamb.

Red Currant Jelly.

Roast Turkey & Ham.

Boiled Potatocs. Roast Potatoes. Cauliflower.

Plum Pudding. New York Sundae.

Cheese.

Dessert.

Coffee or Coffee H.A.G.

Dine and Dance at

The Hotel Cecil

THERE the bon-vivants and

W the epicures find their most

enjoyable and inspiring environ- ment... where good fellowship abounds and good food thrills

where zest and zeal for en- joyment is the keynote . . . such is the place for you and your party to welcome in the

CHRISTMAS AND NEW YEAR Book Your Table Now $5 per cover. Phone 26664.

New Year's Eve

DINNER.

Hors d'Oeuvre. Asparagus Cream Soup. Fillet of Garoupa, Condorcet. Lamb Chop Cutlet & Green Peas.

Pate de Foie Gras in Aspic. Fillet de Boeuf Roti Pommes Fondantes. Roast Turkey & Ham

Boiled Potatoes. Boast Potatoes. French Beana. Plum Pudding. Orange Jelly. Cheese.

Dessert.

Coffee or Coffee H.A.G.

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THE EARL OF SANTA CLAUS. was alone in the office, writing up the party when it was all finished he waved a cheque

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The Earl of Shotover was rude, not to say insulting, but Bill could be rude, too, and pocketing his pride, he just let his lord- ship have a bit of his mind. The Earl, who had taken the precaution to sign the cheque before his present state of intoxication, only leaving Bill to fill in the amount, which he left blank, in case he might feel tempted to add another ten shillings to the two guineas agreed, told his impersonator to write in his fee and no more, and then get out of it.

Horace W. Montague Jones replied with sarcasm, "I would not dream of charging you anything ... after your hospitality. I will just keep it as a memento..... unless I send it as my contribution to the King's Hospital Fund." And with that the burglar swept out of the room, and asked the butler for the car which had been allotted to him for the afternoon.

The moment Santa Claus had left the Earl of Shotover alone and friendless, the -peer began to think.

"What did the fellow mean with his threat and taunt?" And he rang the bell for the butler.

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Five minutes later, at the office of the "Daily Guardian," the tired journalist who

ut the Earl of Santa Claus, recognised his voice on the telephone.

"What, your lordship. Yes, your lord- ship. Thanks, your lordship. Of course, I can bring a camera; it will make a wonder ful picture and I can promise you we shall use it."

Down the lift, out into Fleet-street and piump into a lucky taxi that was going across Ludgate Circus, and then post haste to the large children's hospital in the East end of London, in the very heart of the slums.

"What a scoop; the photos alone would bring in a clear fifty."

At the hospital the pressman found there was already somebody at the door, apparent- ly waiting his, arrival.

"The Earl here yet," said the journalist, handing out his collapsible camera stand, which polite attendants took from him, pay- ing his taxi as well.

"Yes, yes; he's upstairs. He's going to make a speech and he has consented to be photographed presenting the cheque," said one official eagerly.

in the air, at which the staff clapped and cheered enthusiastically.

The smiling secretary then gave a nod in the direction of the journalist, who by this time had got everything ready for the flashlight. At the signal "Go," there was the ordinary magnesium explosion, only the smoke of which put an end to the thunder of children's cheers for "the Earl of Santa Claus," for his lordship had been photo- graphed presenting a cheque for £25,000 to the East End hospital!

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Bill the Burglar saw it in his morning paper as he propped it up before him over his humble kipper at breakfast, the day after the holiday, and Bill smiled.

The Earl of Shotover looked at it as soon as he had recovered from his Christmas debauch of whisky and cursed like the very devil!

The whole world saw the photograph and every Christian blessed the heart of the great benefactor of children who had been moved to such a fine example of Christmas Never before had the journalist heard charity but nobody thought of thanking such a speech. It was the very incarnation "Robin Hood;" as Scotland Yard or the of a Dickens's Christmas-telling how even Earl's. solicitors Horace Bill Montague the most hard-hearted business men mellow Sykes just shrugged his shoulders! at the Bappy time and how only that day the "They'd have a job to bring it home to thought of his happy guests had suggested me," he said to his good wife, with his to him the thousands of those who had no mouth full of kipper, "and the Earl could host and that this was the object of his only prove a very drunken alibi, which I surprise visit to the children's hospital, and guess wouldn't suit his books."