What They Want: Some of the Things Desired for Christmas Stockings

Judging from the expressions of ungracious recipients, the business of the exchange counters and the heavy trade in "duplicate presents" just after the holidays, there is a mint of money wasted every year by kindly disposed and generous people who purchase Christmas gifts without consulting the desires of the receivers. Therefore, The Evening World has sent out its reporters, who have put the stereotyped query to many people:

"What would you like to receive in your Christmas stocking?"

The responses received were as follows:

Mayor-elect Hugh J. Grant — The good will and encouragement of all citizens in my efforts to give a good clean administration.

Chauncey M. Depew — A clean bill of health and an order from his physician to throw aside his crutch.

Commissioner of Public Works D. Lowber Smith — A decision of the Court of Appeals declaring the unconstitutionality of the Consolidation act.

Supreme Court Clerk George F. Lyons — I would like to find a million dollars. I'd buy all my girls sealskin sacques.

Senator Jacob A. Cantor — I have no idea what I want. (The Senator's friends, however, say that he would be awfully tickled if he found a baby carriage in his stocking.)

Assistant District-Attorney Del Basso — A million dollars and the privilege of retiring from the arduous duties of the Prosecutor's office.

Thomas J. Hage — I want nothing. I'm the happiest and most contented man on top of the earth.

Dan Graham — A thousand more subscribers to the paper — send them to "Buck Duane."

Judge Andrew J. White — I hope I'll find a judicial separation from Frank Hardy, Big John Quinn and "Crime." Crime is the nickname applied by the Judge to a leading criminal lawyer in Harlem.

Assemblyman Nick R. O'Connor — A nice fat appointment to a Commissionership at $5,000 a year would suit me to a dot.

City Marshal John McCarty — What do I want to find? A dispossess warrant against the Harlem Democratic Club would please me.

Chief Justice Joseph P. Fallon — A copy of the song, "Drill, Ye Tarriers, Drill," is all I yearn for.

Deputy County Clerk Thomas F. Gilroy — I would like to find a perpetual lease of the city government to Tammany Hall.

Justice Charles J. White — I would like to find a clean deed of a nice place for the Sagamore's new club-house.

Dr. John H. Demarest — I would like to find my lost certificate for the Coronership.

Major McNulty, Chief of the Sagamores — I would like to find the man who called me a Baltimore politician in my stocking. I'd jump into it with both feet.

Under-Sheriff John B. Boxton — A commission appointing me undertaker for the funeral of the County Democracy.

Charles Aimann, Harlem's big florist — I would like to find an appointment as cloud pusher at Mount Washington. I'd save New York from blizzards.

Police Clerk John Carroll — A bottle of anti-fat would do me.

Dion Boucicault — "Dates" ahead for myself and the pupils of my school.

Grace Henderson — A nice part, with "opportunities" for the display of handsome dresses.

Herbert Kelcey — I don't know, dear boy, that I care to have my silk socks stretched by anything larger than my own foot.

Charlie Dickson — I want a contract compelling me to remain in New York. I hate travelling. I like the metropolis too well, if not wisely.

Ariel N. Barney — Put in my stocking a few complimentary letters from society "leaders" endorsing the performance of my little star, Julia Marlowe.

Harry Lockwood — I don't need anything particularly. What I want I can get from the profits of my own little "Held by the Enemy" company.

Charlie Frohman — I think my office would stand a few more decorated baskets and other little knick-knacks that ladies understand so well.

William Gillette — I should like an invisible cap, by means of which I could avoid interviewers. I make exclusiveness a specialty, don't you know.

Amelia Somerville — Put in my stocking a nice little revolver to shoot any man who says my hat isn't the prettiest in the city.

Miss Minnie Palmer — A few more diamonds will satisfy me, and I shall get them from dear Johnny.

Harry Mann — Want a few more nicely fitting, ready-made stories of Evans and Hoey, his indefatigable minx.

Assistant District-Attorney Vernon H. Davis — A carpet for my office floor, which has been bare since my occupancy of this room.

Chief Clerk McCabe — If I get something for each of my six little girls, mine may go empty.

Assistant District-Attorney McKenzie Semple — A continuation of my run of luck and the approval of my course by the people.

Bail Clerk William E. Penny — Passage tickets and a leave of absence for another tour of conquest in Europe.

Assistant District-Attorney James Fitzgerald — A reorganization of the County Democracy. There is enough politics and just enough ambiguity about that to set people thinking.

Assistant District-Attorney Harry McDonna — A hot drink with Major Haerty at the North Pole.

Messenger Boxton — Limber joints wherewith to climb the winding stairs in the District-Attorney's office.

Editor Tom Costigan — A report from the Fast Committee on the conduct of the Vital Record office.

Capt. John Sparks, Chief Clerk of the Supreme Court — A continuation of good health.

Counsellor Ambrose H. Purdy — A brand-new set of good resolutions, following in the line of safe precedent; more extraneous, unasked advice on moral rectitude from solicitous friends, and a large number of briefs in criminal cases that have not been weeded.

Dr. Polyglot Dallin, the interpreter to the Court of General Sessions — The ability to speak a dozen more languages, to keep pace with the diversification of the New York people.

Judge Allen, Court of Common Pleas — A complete whist outfit.