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Pace Eight MERRY CHRISTMAS XWWWWWWWSWWNWWWSWWWVVSVV \V / It is our wish that you, our friends, your loved ones and friends, may be happy in every way on this occasion of Christ mas. May you have good health and much prosperity throughout the New Year. We are grateful for your thoughtful ness, friendship and patronage since we opened for business here a few months ago, and trust we may have the pleasure of continuing to serve you in the future. We pledge our best. Howard’s Pharmacy // Your Rexall Store // Cheery Little Message to wish you Y ' To you, and your family, our organiza tion extends our heartfelt thanks for your friendship and co-operation dur ing Hits past year... May we serve you throughout the future years. Timmerman Motor Company r Your Oldsmobile Dealer THE CLINTON CHRONICLE Thursday, December 21, 1950 $ 4 (3t!RU&mtbmb Gftnceee, By Dorothy Boys Kilian HIS HOUSEHOLD is in for a lean Christmas, all right,” Bill Robinson said bitterly to his wife who had just come into the living room, dressed for market ing. Seated in an easy chair, he looked disgustedly down at his still- bandaged leg stretched out straight on an ottoman. Margaret leaned over and brushed her cheek against his. ‘‘It’s enough for us to see* you getting well again, honey. When I first saw you after that auto accident, I was plumb scared for your life.” Bill squeezed her hand. ‘‘You’re • brick, dear. But we can’t expect our three- and five-year-old off spring to understand that doctor and hospital bills have completely stripped us. Why we can’t even afford a tree, let alone presents.” Margaret was quiet for a second. Then she stood up and, turning toward the door, said, ‘‘Speaking of the children. Bill, they’re out in the kitchen with their water colors. „ “What a swell bunch of fel lows,” he managed to say. and the two little Johnson girls are with them. Mrs. Johnson had some last minute shopping to do, and I knew you wouldn’t mind watching them again.” “OK.,” Bill answered. “That’s the least I can do after the neigh borly way they treated us through all this mess.” “I’ll try to be home before your Cub Scout group descends upon you. Seven lively boys are a terrific handful, I know.” V OICES FROM the kitchen broke into the silence, Judy Johnson was saying excitedly, "I think I’m going to get a doll buggy.” Back came his own little Margie’s answer. “I’m going to get a doll house.” “How do you know?” “Oh, because I asked for one for my birthday’ last summer, and Daddy smiled and said probably one would come at Christmas.” Bill winced. It had been so easy, promising things for six months ahead. Just then he heard Mrs. Johnson’s hearty voice at the kitchen door. “Where’s Mr. Robinson? 1 have something here for him.” “Oh, s Christmas tree!” The shrill voice of a child exclaimed. M RS. JOHNSON was laughing as she appeared at the living room door. “Did you hear, Bill? Yes, I went shopping for our tree, and picked one up for you folks at the same time. It isn’t so very tall, but it’s big enough to cheer you all up.” Mrs. Johnson went on talking, to cover Bill’s embarrassment. “I’ll take all the youngsters over to my house for awhile.” And she was gone. “Some neighbor!” Bill glowed. "Still,” his face clouded over, “That tree may only point up the lack of much under it—” A loud commotion at tha front door drew his attention. “Come on in, the door’s not locked,” he called, recognizing the voices of his Cub Scouts. A whirlwind of blue-clad boys swept into the room, their eyes sparkling with happy mischief. "Oh, Mr. Robinson,” the smallest one shrieked. “We’ve just finished all the-” “We’ve been working after school every day at my house, making toys for your children,” a second Cub burst in. “You should see a doll honed fpr Margie, and a doll bed and a kitchen cupboard!” “And for little Bill, guess what!” The smallest boy couldn’t keep quiet. “A wooden sled, and a garage for hie little cart and some big little cars and some b w blocks, all sanded and waxed end Sverytiling'!” Bill tosled his head to get rid of the drops of mist in the corners of his eyes. “What a swell bunch of fellows,” he managed to say. "But why—” “Why not?” the biggest Cub said happily. “You’re the one who taught us how to use tools in the first place, aren’t you? And besides, we Just lii:e the Robinsons!” He stopped suddenly, embarrassed “Well, fellows.” BUI said,, after s deep breath, ”1 certainly didn’t think so a while ago, but this is going to be one of the bappicsl Christmases of my Ufa!” Merry Christmas! ' « * Happy N ew Year! ,g— * V".:*— Let us make the Yuletide Season a happy one, a time of reverence and thankfulness, for the many blessings that hove > been ours to enjoy. May we insure the future happiness of our community by dedicating ourselves toward helping to preserve the spirit of Christmas throughout every day of the New Year. It is indeed a pleasure to extend the very best of greetings in the true spirit of Christmas. And to fhe people of our community: May you and yours enjoy this Christmas day to the fullest. . . and we sincerely hope that your fondest wishes may be realized in the coming ■ year! oanna Cotton Monufocturers of Quality Shade Cloths JOANNA, S. C. V- 1 $ AY, I A V