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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
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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.
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Ashley Shealy, and Willie
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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 ^
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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
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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.
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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
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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.
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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