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THE NEWBERRY SUN FRIDAY, UdittOUffitt 25, 1942 A SWITCH IN TIME (By Madge Elwood) j ever, disobey his commanding offi- Corporal McNew laid his whiskers cer. Nor did he want to after hear- on the window sill. It wasn’t, he ing about that vacancy for a corpor- thought military duty to play the al at the recruiting office in Kansas role of Santa Clous at the garrison City. McNew had been born there, Christmas party. He couldn’t how- Marianne lived there now and only C<««O0000C-X<>000-»»»»»XK>0*»X>Ch>:x>' ristmas Try as we may we can think of no better Christmas sentiment than those two simple, but significant words, “Merry Christmas”. We sincerely hope that you will have a full measure of happiness at this time of the year and throughout the years to come. Carolina Remnant Store Mrs. J. D. Wicker Mrs. W. B. Goggans 1207 Friend Street at GUniitmaA, time! As another Christmas dawns, we in this organization are laying aside all other thoughts and are reflecting upon the many reasons we have for which to be thanrr ful * Foremost, of course, is our American heritage Yes, we ARE truly thankful that we are AMERICANS. We appreciate too, our friends and loyal customers who have meant so much to us and to the progress of this institution •So, to you, our friends, ive extend heartiest good wishes. May the com ing year see the dawn of a brighter day when the real Christmas spirit of Peace on Earth, Good Will toward men, will again prevail. i 3=^ STtIjHI 51 Tli Newberry Recapping Co. Ellerbe Sease Sam Burns Banks Enlow Ashley Shealy, and Willie §pr LlBEDPf-kM TH€ AM€R!CAN WAY WITH THE PLEASANT FEELING THAT COMES WITH THE KNOWLEDGE OF MANY NEW CUSTOMERS AND THE CONTINUED PATRONAGE OF THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN "WITH US FOR MANY YEARS. WE WARMLY WISH YOU A !MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR. yesterday he’d heard that Marianne had been seen with a fireman. The colonel though, had made his role more difficult. “Er—” he’d drummed on the table with his fin gers, “—I want you especially to convince my son. Make him believe that Santa Claus is really magic. My son is—er—fascinated by any thing in the electrical line. He’s been —er—quite disturbing. I’ve told him that Santa only gives presents to good boys. If you can encourage his belief, it’d help the regiment and —me.’’ He’d have to be a perfect Santa Claus, McNew Thought. Sonny was very skeptical. “Hello.” Peeping in the window he saw the object of his worries, accompanied by the regimental mas cot—Henry, the goat. McNew slip ped into a closed. Too late, he re membered his whiskers. The goat, as the regiment had learned, had an ap petite. McNew’s . fears were con firmed when he emerged from the closet. The whiskers were gone, and he heard Sonny giggling, “I bet San ta Claus ain’t magic enough to grow more whiskers. I bet he ain’t magic at all. Dad doesn’t know every thing. Say, Henry, I wonder if Santa Claus can see in the dark. I know how to turn off the switch—” McNew sighed. Soldiers were sup posed to be ingenious. McNew re membered some cotton fields nearby. The band played a traditional Christmas carol. Corporal McNew stood beside a gaily decorated tree and began to distribute gifts to the children of the regiment. He called out Sonny’s name. The the lights went out. He took a step backwards as tiny lights gleamed about his whiskers. Fireflies must have made their homes on the abandoned cotton he had plucktd. McNew stepped on a package, stumbled and grabbed the tree for support. He caught a branch. Out of the darkness, he heard Sonny’s voice: “Yes, Santa, here I am.” “Here—” McNew tried to hand the boy the package containing the electric train. A firefly rested on his whiskers. “Here, Santa Claus carries his own lights, you know.” “Is it magic?” asked'Sonny. “And you grew more whiskers—” McNew stumbled again, reached for support. The branch cracked and broke. Falling, he caught Son ny's hand. “Here!” The lights went on. Sonny fled down the steps and McNew saw that the colonel was comforting a weep ing boy. A corporal who’d given th e colonel’s son a switch for a Christ mas gift would never be recom mended for a recruiting job in his home town. The annual event at last over, McNew painfully removed the cotton from his chin. His suffering was in vain. The colonel wanted to see him. McNew hurried. His chin was sore and red, but he managed a salute, “Yes, sir." “Did you e ver act the part of San ta Claus before?” “No. sir.” McNew suppressed a sigh. “Um—maybe that explains the fireflies and the switch.” There wag a curious note in the colonel’s voice. McNew struggled to explain, but the colonel interrupted: “I hear you want that recruiting job in Kansas City. Under the circumstances, I’ve decided to recommend you. Sonny wants to visit his grandmother there and you can take care of him on the journey. His grandmother thinks that Sonny is a good boy. I expect you to—er—continue to be resource ful.” “Yes, sir.” But McNew sighed. He wondered if snow could be used to advantage by a resourceful soldier in charge of an equally ingenious boy. THE HOUSE ACROSS THE HIGHWAY THE FARMER FEEDS THEM ALL The king may rule o’er land and sea, The lord may live right royalty, The soldier ride in pomp and pride, The sailor roam o’er ocean wide. But this or that, whate’er befall, The farmer he must feed them all. The writer thinks the poet sings, The craftsmen fashion wondrous things, The doctor heals, the lawyer pleads, The miner follows the precious leads, But this or that, whate’er befall, The farmer he must feed them all. The merchant he may buy and sell, The teacher do his duty well; But men may toil through busy days, Or men may stroll through pleasant ways. From king to beggar, whate’er befall, The farmer he must feed them all. The farmer’s trade is one of worth; He’s partner with the sky and earth; He’s partner with the sun and rain, And no man loses for his gain. And men may rise and men may fall, But the farmer he must feed them all. God bless the man who sows the wheat. Who finds us milk and fruit and meat; May his purse be heavy, his heart light His cattle and com and all go right. God bless the seeds his hands let fall, For the farmer he must fed them all. —Author unknown. The first Christmas card that his tories have note of is one created in England in 1846 by J. C. Horsley, an artist of the Royal Academy. COTTON QUIZ WILL THE WELL- DRESSED ARMY butcher WEAR ^ O V 5 I THANKS To the many faithful customers of this firm who, in spite of war and radical changes of recent months, that in some cases has hampered our service—, are still our cus tomers. 5 Your patronage and friendship is greatly appreciated and I, along with the em ployees of this company, take this means of wishing for you and yours a very MERRY CHRISTMAS and peace in 1943- PETE COLEMAN, Owner C. D. COLEMAN CO. Dependable Service PHONE 400 COTTON fROCKS--i TfHE GOVERNMENT RECENTLY purchased 250.000 FROCI<s MADE OF BLEACHED COTTON TWILL FOR ARNAY BUTCHERS/ Pete Coleman Lt. (jg); U.S.N. Wyman Shealy Hugh Shannon, Cpl., U.S.A. A. G. Coleman George Abrams Olin Hentz, Pvt., U.S.A. William Peery Arthur Johnson Matt Counts, Porter 4 ++++++++++++■+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++<++++++++++++++++•+++++'++++++ Here’s^ Ghristmas (By Elfie Marie Harness) Just across the highway, 'where the orange blossoms grow And the cypress and the tall palms are swaying to and fro, Stands a little brown cottage that is dearer far to me Than all the gold and silver that lies beyond the sea. For in that little cottage live two dearly loved ones now. And time, travail and sorrow have left lines upon their brow. But when you enter at their door their sweet and pleasant smile Drives all the sorrow from your heart and makes living worth your while. Many, many friends we’ve had, but none who can compare With those friends across the high way in that cottage bright and fair. We are traveling down the valley, nearly threescore yearn and ten And soon the angel voices will come stealing softly in To take us to our Saviour, never more a care to meet. May we four then walk together along the golden street. BLESSED EVENTS Mr. and Mrs. Earl Boozer of Pros perity announce the birth of a daughter, Martha Matilda on Thurs day, December 10 at the Newberry hospital. Mr. and Mrs. Earl McCullough, of Newberry are the parents of a daughter, Martha Faye, bom at the county hospital Monday, December 14. Mr. and Mrs. Homer Ringer of Newberry are receiving congratula tions upon the arrival of a son, Homer, Jr., born at the local hospi tal Monday December 14. ,Mr. and Mrs. L. D. Watkins, of Whitmire announce the birth of a son, William Ralph, born Saturday, December 12 at the Newberry hos pital. Mr. and Mrs. Dwight Shealy, of Prosperity are the parents of a son,! born Wednesday, December 9 at the local hospital. i ,;l l uu l TO THOS€ WHOM W€ S€RV€ AS THE SHADOWS OF THE OLD YEAR LENGTHEN TOWARD THE TWILIGHT AND AS WE PREPARE OURSELVES FOR THE PROBLEMS OF THE NEW YEAR, IT GIVES US REASON TO PAUSE FOR A MOMENT OR TWO TO CONSIDER THE PLEASURES THAT HAVE BEEN OURS. WE SINCERELY BELIEVE THAT WE HAVE MANY GENUINE FRIENDSHIPS '.AMONG THE PEOPLE OF THIS PINE COMMUNITY; FRIENDSHIPS WE VALUE ABOVE ALL THINGS MATERIAL; ASSO. CIATIONS THAT HAVE BEEN CEMENTED 1 ’>V BY THE LOYAL THOUGHTFULNESS OF THOSE WHOM WE SERVE WE ARE INDEED GRATEFUL FOR THE OPPORTUNITIES THAT HAVE BEEN PRESENTED TO US. AND WE ARE CON- SCIOUS OF OUR RESPONSIBILITY TO YOU. WE DO NOT HESITATE TO RENEW OUR PLEDGE OF SERVICE AND CO- OPERATION IN WHATEVER CAPACITY WE MAY BE CALLED UPON. A JOYOUS AMERICAN CHRISTMAS IS EXTENDED TO THE CITIZENS OF THIS AREA. arc? v The South Carolina National Bank A. PICKENS SALLEY FRANK D. GRAHAM A. B. CLARKSON JAMES SIMPSON, Porter JOHN T. NORRIS LEWIS SHEALY JOSEPH L. KEITT JOHN A. SATTERWHITE ELIZABETH K. NORRIS RUTH MIMS