 What theme could be taken from this story?
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Galaxy Science Fiction December 1956. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. The Christmas party at the Boston branch of Hartshorne-Logan was threatening to become more legendary than usual this Christmas. One out of every three dirty stories started by party attendees had remained unfinished, because each had reminded someone else of another story. The recently developed liquors which affected the bloodstream three times faster had driven away twinges of conscience about untrimmed trees and midnight church services. So the climax of one tactic did not simply overturn the foreman. But the impact knocked the hallowed portrait of H. H. Hartshorne, co-founder, from its nail. Several employes even felt a passing suspicion that things might be getting out of hand. "It's all in the spirit of good, clean fun!" cried Mr. Hawkins, the assistant general manager. Mr. Hawkins himself, acting by reflex, attempted to return the portrait to its place until new glass could be obtained. To hear more of it, he said to her: "I'll bet that's been in there ever since the picture was framed. There's a company legend that that picture was put up the day this branch opened, eighty years ago." Here's an order that Hartshorne-Logan never filled! Milly was reading aloud the scrawled words on the order form: "Best electric doorbell. "Unless—" he said it loud enough for the employes to scent a great proposal and the room grew quiet—"unless we broke the rules just once and used the time warp on a big mission!" Finally, from an anonymous voice in one corner: "Would the warp work over eighty years? Mr. Hawkins downed the rest of his drink and pulled a batch of keys from his pocket. But I remember that my grandmother never bought anything from Hartshorne-Logan because of some trouble her mother had once with the firm. Two-year-old Sally heard the box rattling. She found scissors in her sewing box, tossed a cushion onto the floor, sat on it, and began to open the parcel. "And by the time they get my second letter, they'll have answered my first letter. The twine sprang away from the carton as if it were alive. Ann pulled out the dress and shook it into a freely hanging position. Ann grabbed her daughter's arms, held them above her head and pulled at the dress. She took one step forward, then began to float three inches above the ground.
 don't try to change the past
 don't try to change the past  it's important to try new things  people can't be trusted  there's a solution to every problem