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L • I r • t ^ / THURSDAY, DECEMBER 1938' :mber^ THE CLINTON CHRONICLE. CLINTON, S. C. PAGE SBTBH Supervisor Martin Died Last Night Jost as The Chmkrle went to prees Jast night H was informed of the death of A. Rhett Martin, county su^J pervisor. Mr. Martin died at the Lau-i Tens county hospital w’here he had! t been despeiately ill with pneumonia the past several days. Mr. Martin was re-electe<l on the first‘ballot in this summer’s primary foi a second four-year'term as super-j vis'jr. He was a popular citizen | throughout the county and a hard-^ waking, conscientious official. The umxpected news of his [lassing willj be a .«hock to his friends throughout the county. i Funeral arrang^nnents had not iHH.m anr.oQiKed la.«t night. i Christmas A Year Late By Edith Crkwood JL c B Side Annoyed By Fireworks Noise The Chronicle has been asked by several citizens to urge the public to refrain from shooting fire^vorks in siKrtions of the city where there is .sickness. number of people are con fined to their homes on account of ill-* ne^s and to them the firing of loud explosives is annoying. It is hopt*<l that young and old who are to indulge, in fiioworks shinning will do so on thtir own premises in consideration; of tfiose who are confined to their' homes and often distuiheil by tlK*| practice. J Thanks 1 wish to thank my friends for their support during The^ Uhronicle's subscription cam paign. I Mrs. A. J. Johnson D. E. Tribble Co. FUNERAL DIRECTORS ...and.,, E.MBALMERS Licensed Embalmers, CompleU Modern Rquipment Hay Phone fl Night Phonen 21. 2.'>2 or 2S& Clinton. 8. C. INSURANCE ‘ We think we know the best Fire and Life In-sur- ance p<»Iicies. We think we know how to adtise the best plan> for you. We think we have the best companies. ('onsult me. B. H. BOYD, Agent Clinton Realty & Insurance Co. HOME LOANS On FH.\ I>ong Teirm IMan. Easy .Monthly Payments. FIRE & C.ASUALTY Insurance Hugh N. Denson AGENT Phone 300 Clinton, S. C. JlTRE PROOF tF THE PUDDING » • IS IN THE - EATING-SO TRY tS’unheam SHAVEMASTER AT OUR STORE SMITH’S PHARMACY ABS w’as such a little girl to be disappointed at Christmas, but there seemed no other way. Her mother called her to the bed side. “Babs, darling,” she began softly, ‘‘Christmas will soon be here.” The little girl’s eyes shone. “It w’on’t be the same this year, dar ling. There won’t be any presents, or well—anything.” “No Santa Glaus?” “You’re going on five, Babs. Try to understand. What we call Santa Clau.«; is really just the love peo ple have for each other at Christ mas.” Her voice trailed ofT in a fit of coughing. “That pillow—there— now I can breathe. It isn’t I don't love you, darling. I just can’t do things this Christmas.” “W^y, Mummy, you’re crying!” “No; no I’m not. See? Why don’t you run out and play a bit? Get your coat and rubbers.” Babs went out into the snow very thoughtful. A group of children were TOMORROW’S Christmas day, tomorrow’s Christmas day,” little Dorothy was singing as she was prancing about the dingy apartment. She'd stop to roll up the sleeves that were con tinually slipping down over her hands. No w’onder they didn’t stay up, for the dress was one that Helen, two ' years older, hs^d outgrown. Mother had meant to make it over, but she was too tired When slie ^ot home from‘cleaning house for other people all day. “Hush up, Dorothy. Mother will be coming in pretty soon, and she’ll cry if we say anything about Christ mas,” Helen reminded her. “I don’t see why. Christmas is a time to laugh, and not to cry,” Dor othy responded pliilosophically. “Don’t you remember last Christ mas, and how daddy didn’t come home with our packages?” Helen couldn’t believe that even so little a sister as Dorothy should forget that. For daddy had never been heard from since that Christmas eve. As Dorothy started to reply, Hel en warned lienv “Sh-, ther^-comes mother,” and the youngsters were silent when she entered. Mrs. Bond, tired and absorbed in her own anx ious thnu.glits. did not heed their un- Extends Tbanks To Her Friends I wis^h to thank the people of'Clin- ton and this community, and those in many other ^places, for the support given me in the recent Subscription campaign conducted* by The Clinton Chronicle. It was through your interest and help that I came out successfully as winner of first prize. I enjoyed the work and am grateful to each of you for the courtesies shown and the as sistance given me lx>th in renewals and new* subscriptions. I want to say, also, that I enjoyeil working for Mr. Bryan, the campaign manager, and found him fair at all times. .May 1 again express my heartfelt thanks each om'.who helped me and t<* wish for you a .Merry Christifias and Happy New Year. HFLEX AD.ViR. The «*ffice cynic was heard to re- niHik that the 10 cents suggested by* I’resident Hutchins of Chicago univer sity as admission to college football games is a little high for Chicago gaim>. TIis Last Dime By Katherine Edclman ^HHIKS THANKS, FOLKS FOR THE I.IBERAI. PATRONAGE GIVEN US SINCE WE OPENED A STATION IN CLINTON. A Real Merry Christmas And a Happy New, Year To You All! McCOY’S CUT-RATE STATION DAVID GLENN, Manager STATION CORNER FLORIDA & MUSGROVE STS. D1: He came dressed as she had seen him first, and with a bag of toys. playing down the block, but she didn't want company. She turned the other way Of course there was a Santa Claus. Hadn't he come last year"* And all her playmates—he came to see them, too. How could Mummy be so mistaken? She hadn’t intended to come so far. But It was fun walking on the crisp, crunchy snow. And there, ahead, were men stringing lovely colored lights and loops of greenery on lamp |>osts. ,They might know whether there was a Santa Claus “What’s she want. Bill?" “I can’t just get it. Something about Santa Claus ” “Why. sure, kid Just down the block. He’s ringing a little l>ell “ The men laughed, and Babs laughed, too. Santa Claus' She w(»uld find Santa Claus Then she saw him, all dressed in red .nnd with a long white he; id He was .-.itting tiy a l)i*f red It x. ai d every now and then ornf -aa* u .uld drop moimy into it Hal - 'ii<.d for a l>*ng while watchini!, f ■ n.ilcd by the red-ednd figure .At last the Santa Claus n'lticed her, and for a while he watched her. too, without .speaking It had dart ed snowing again, great soft tl.ikes. Suddenly Babs realized that she was cold, that she didn’t dare to talk to Santa Claus, and that she didn’t even know' her way home She be gan to cry. The tinkling stopped, and the San ta Claus came over. “What’s the matter?” he asked gently. She let him lead her back to the big red box. He took her up on his lap. and gave her the little bell to ring. Slow ly she told her story. Mummy, who was so sick, had said there wasn't any Santa Claus this year. Babs took care of Mummy. She didn’t know how to get homo, but it was down that way some place. “I think I had better see if we can’t find your Mummy,” Santa Claus declared. “She’s probably worried about you.” They found the right neighborhood with no great difficulty. Babs in sisted that Santa Claus come in, “to show Mummy there' really is a San ta Claus,’’ and he agreed. Then things began happening. There was a doctor, and a nurse, and Babs must be quiet, and mustn't see Mummy—not for days. Through it all Santa Claus kept coming back, only without the beard or red suit. Until Christmas, that is, and then he came dressed as she had seen him first, even to the little beil, and with a big red box full of toys for her. And as an even grander pres ent, he said that Mummy w’as well enough to sit up. He was very tender to Mummy, and carried her gently to the big chair that was ready for her. Babs was sure that Mummy looked pret tier than she had ever seen her. "My,” said Babs, “I wish you could stay here forever.” And the Santa Claus man an swered very gravely, “Thank you, Babs. There’s nothing I should like better.” But he wasn’t looking at Babs. It was more as though he were talk ing to Mummy. Babs didn’t think to wonder why. Anyway, Mummy was smiling, •nd that made Christmas perfect. •—WNU Service. Mrs. Bond was roused by a knock at the door. childlike quiet Her apathy had de veloped that trait in them, and she was unaware of what her sorrow was doing to her children. She busied herself with the simple meal, and Dorothy’s faint, “Mother, is Santa coming tonight'" was the cause of her only break' “My poor baby. I’m afraid Santa doesn’t even know you exist," she sohheil She was getting them into bed. and they were siKin asleep, their pillows wet with their tears that Santa wa*s not coming Too tii: I to c*w. and in dee|>e't depr* ion, Mrs Hon«l was rotjs'*d from I ei inert hriHMiing by a rap at the do<ir. A caller w.i- unhe.ird of No one < ame to ee her. for *he li.id re- pellcil all kind'v offer- of a-si? lance when I.er hir-l.and d -.ippe.ired hhe Ignored the Kikm k When it came aiUiin it W .I- a sikC'*!' :inl signal, two .slioit r ips, rriM-.ite*| three times lb‘r hii hand’ knock* Quivering w Ih ex-ilement. ihe moved tfiw.ird the d<w»i Her fingers were trerrhl ng •» that she < ould hardly turn the key. The door o|>ened, and she g.i q^ed, “Tom'” as the sturdy, well dre--ed man ex claimed, “Barbara*” and took her in his arm.s. Then, after a long embrace, he led her to the big c hair she had just quitted, and drew her on his lap while they talked to gether “I left you Christmas eve to do the last-minute .shopping Hut an icicle struck my head, and knocked me unconscious. I couldn’t remem ber who I was or W’here I lived. I went to a hotel and after a fe^ days got work as a salesman. I told my boss my predicament, and he has been very kind. Today, Christmas shopping .somehow brought back to me who and what I was. And_I couldn’t wait to find you!” “But how did you ever trace us?” Barbara asked. “I thought I left no clues. I thought you had desert ed me, when we found you weren’t an accident case.” "Deserted you? You? My poor child,” and he drew her close again. “I did have a heck of a time, but old Jack, the baggage man, finally told me where you had moved to. But now we must gel ready for last year’s Christmas. And next week we’ll get out of this hovel.” Tom’s affluence was apparent. “My dear, my dear. I dbh't mind the hovel, now that you are safely home,” Barbara whispered. “All right, Babs, old girl. But stop crying down my neck if you are really glad to have me back,” but his tender kiss belied his joking words. ®—W,*^U S«rvlc*. AN DHISCOLL was broke. Veil, almost broke. He had one thin dime, hiding in the datk depths of a purse that Ii;id once licl.l bills of thrr e lig ires Me had held it for 2(' ever since he had found U while plougli- iug on his fatlier's farm. H’s liuliy" dime—that’s wluit he had called it Dan laughed grimly at the thought Lucky! Had anyone evt*r been so unlucky as him’’ Here was the whole town preparing for Christmas, shop- , ping, spending oodles of money, and he was a penniless, weary wander er A lucky dime! A little place around the corner caught his eye. Dan entered, hi* nostrils quivering under the tanta lizing odors lie looked around with i greedy eyes, his mouth watering with longing. Soup, roast fowl, po tatoes, luscious mince plet But he i mustn’t think about such things. He had just one,dime- the price of a cup of coffee and a doughnut, or a hamburger. Which would it be? The A YULE STORY queer little man inside the counter ' waited while Dan weighed the im- iMittant question. The hamburger won While it v^as being cooked to oriler. Dan dug into hi:, pocket and tiMik the dime from the batt= red pul *• Hungry a be wa-. la liamleii it over 111 fore atl.ii king the [(mkI H..- VOK e VA .1 a bit .i|M»log« tic “If- an old lin«i,” be ..iid, ’been in my p<H v* 1 foi \e.ii and ye.ir “ rile old man didn't eem to la* I lerui g He w.is p« . l ing tliiou^h til '.fK i tarles at Itie coin ‘ Y* I’l ‘ in- you’ie telling the t .ith .iboul llll dune'’” he ({uei ii-if “Till a* -‘hile tnith.” I).im an i« I ‘ Hut. if you won't helu -.e iiic, ) <>u .art ' .ive your « ..ffi i .md ban hii i!i i .A -'ll! laii h i.iii Ihiour' ttie pla i It a good thing you r.m : I .oiiuoiie who ki-ew, and bet l:*r. iineluHly who w.e ho|,* t. ” tl e littU- n in w a ..tying « x( lted|y you know th.il yon have n* t- «d the lali St dune .it l.irgi '' It’ it’- woith lIlOlls.Ui 1 “You mean, thi. Ihiiig I ve hfId on - for yeai.> is woith money'’ ’ ‘ It’ , wmth big money," tiie < e owMt wa: waving tn tiand . in tt.e air. the dnin cla .pod hetwei-n Ins ttiurnh and fii.st fingi i “I v la i n looking foi one of them all my Ide'' “iland me that menu''’ Dan Dri.s- j (oil ciied (ommandingly “Iiii go ing to l.ave a Christina dinnei right now. I’m going clear down the line, fiom sou[) to mince pie.” c W.Nt' S*-io<«* Chrstmas Thrills Galore HUNDREDS or GORGEOUS PLANTS! - Poinsettias - Cyclamen - Begonias - Hyacinths - Narcissus OR (TKKISK A REAUTI- rn. iM>x or niEsn cut ri.owEHS. Don’t nftfU’cl the ftraves tif your loyed ones. See our display today of pretty Spray.s and Wreaths for the cemetery. EASTSIDE GREENHOUSE D.\ ( <M.I .MHI.X IIIGHWXX Member F. T. I). I‘hone *J10.'» o o ♦ ♦ IF O O o O O <► <F O O <F O O o <^ o ♦ ♦ w I ♦ : ♦ ♦ ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ ♦ For Colds COLDLAX opens and soothes the membranes of the air-passages of the head, throat and bronchial tubes. It also eliminates poison ous wastes from the system, there by giving lasting relief. Your drug gist is authorized to sell COLD- LAX on a money back guarantee. Popular Christmai Carols Probably the best known Christ mas carol is “Adeste Fideles,” com posed in 1700 and sung in Roman Catholic churches ever since. It was adopted in England in 1841 and sung in Protestant churches as “O Come All Ye Faithful.” Among the more popular Christmas carols are “While Shepherds Watched Their Flock.? by Night,” “Christians Awake,” and “Hark, the Herald An gels Sing.” St. Ambrose is said to have written one of the first Christ mas hymns in 340 A. D. 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