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■ THE NEWBERRY SUN FRIDAY, DECEMBER 24, 1948 Hunches Count In Canine Breeding .... Whether you are breeding pointers, setters, retrievers, spaniels or hounds, the funda mental principles are the same. These are too seldom either known or correctly heeded by the average breeder claims Horace Lytle, noted authority on sporting dogs. The idea of getting good ones by breeding any kind of a bitch to a famous stud is fal lacious. The contribution of the dam is as important to the off-spring as the contribution of the sire. There are some bitches that shouldn’t be bred at all! However, breeding alone isn’t all there is to the story. It can only produce “gold" in the rough, after that, it requires the delicate touch of an artist to mold and fashion the finish ed product which spells “cham pion.” Of course, freak greatness oc curs now and then in dogs— just as in human beings. Yet how seldom is such greatness perpetuated! With canines, where breedings can be con trolled, the thing to at least strive for is to carry greatness on and on, into succeeding gen erations. The best chance to accomplish this is to blend the blood of great individuals, whose blood on each side re presents the bluest of blood. Proper breeding calls for mating two good individuals, as well as two good bloodlines. Speaking of breeding alone, and not product refinement, there are some men who have an -intuitive feel for it that others lack. There are rules for good breeding, and they should be followed. But, many who best know the rules may lack that subtle sixth sense or feel for balancing blood—the selection of sire and dam that will “nick” well together. Without that you have nothing. On this subject Lytle reports: “I shall always believe there can be as much genius in breeding as in anything else. And for genius you can’t make rules. If I had faith in some breeding genius, I’d rather fol low his hunch than all the rules in the world. But the trouble is there are too few who really rate the status of genius. So we had better know what the rules fire and stick to them. And even a genius should know what they are — even if, for reason he breaks them." WHILE STABS OF CHRIST MAS SHINE While stars of Christmas shine, Lighting the skies, Let only loving looks Beam from your eyes. While bells on Christmas ring, Joyous and clear, Speak only happy words, All love and cheer. Give only loving gifts, And in love take; Gladden the poor and sad For love’s dear sake. —Emilie Poulsson Christmas Gift . . . By Patricia Sinclair Avis stood inside the spacious hall of the Carron home with hft- small overnight bag at her feet and greeted the slim girl approaching her. “Merry Christ- ; mas, Barbara! Oh-h, it’s snow ing beautifully outside!” She looked down at the snow on the toes of her small w^ite boots. “I hate to track it in,” she said. “'Don’t worry about that. I’m so happy you came.” Barbara smiled and helped Avis remove her snow-covered garments. I “Oh, I wouldn’t have missed coming for all the world,” Avis said, and meant it, now that she was actually there. Her dark eyes swept the attrac- _ live, decorated home, and the j inviting fire that roared about huge logs in an immense fire- j place in the room beyond. “I hope you’ll enjoy yourself, Avis,” Barbara said. “My guests have not all arrived. Would! you like to go up to your room first and—” “Take the shine from my nose! Yes, thanks so much.”, Avis responded eagerly, know-1 ing that she needed a few re pairing touches after the long trip out to Hhe Carron home by . bus. As she ascended the stairs! she thought, how right Barbara had been when she’d told her the other day, after inviting her to her home for the week- | end and a Christmas party, ' “You can’t stay in your apart- 1 ment alone on Christmas. You can’t become a recluse just be cause some fellow preferred an other girl to you. You should start all over again.” Barbara was like that. At times Avis couldn’t help envy ing Barbara’s carefree, unstable j attitude toward men. Barbara would never know the sting of loneliness, the bitter yearning for someone who had become I the purpose of life itself. Avis, hadn’t told Barbara, nor' anyone, everything about her acquaintance with Steve Ross. She hadn’t even told Barbara his name. There was no point in going into detail and reveal ing: “I crossed three states just to pet away from the sight of him constantly with the new blonde who came to town.” Avis could hear Barbara’s re sponse to such a revelation, “No battle was e ver won by an army of cowards!” But Avis wasn’t built that way. She had pride, and from observation she’d learned that one-sided marriages never pan ned out. As sh e ran a comb through her short dark hair she thought of Steve. It had been two months since she left the litfle town of Allen Glen. He arid Ann were married now of course. They’d spend their first Christmas together. Her eyes filmed, but she quickly brushed aside the threat of tears and hurried from the room to join Barbara and her guests below. She was glad she’d come. She wouldn’t j have a chance to think of Steve. Avis started down the stairs but stopped midway when she saw Steve Ross smiling up at her from the hall below. He said, “I’m not a ghost, Avis! Merry Christmas, and— well aren’t you glad to see me?” He looked uncertain. Avis moved down the stirs. “But I didn’t know you knew Barbara—■” Steve reached for her hands. “Our dads were acquaintances away back,” he said. “Was it quite fair for you to skip town. Avis, and not say a word about where you were going?” “1—I didn’t think you’d miss me,” Avis stammered. ‘"Miss you?” He pressed her hands. “Avis, what’s that old saying about absence makes the heart grow fonder? Anyway I’ve had a terrible time track ing you down, until I thought of Barbara.” "Barbara never said a word,” Avis said, still amazed. Steve chuckled. “She’s a reg ular cupid. She told me to come tonight and explain more fully about the run-away girl I was trying to find. Then after I got here she told me to wait in the hall, there’d be a Christ mas gift appear on the stairs. I suspected then, of course.” Avis laughted, and her eyes glowed as they lifted to meet Steve’s. “Christmas gift indeed!” she said. Pat was determined to pass by his favorite tavern on his way home. As he approached, he became somewhat shaky, but, steeling himself, he passed on. Then after going about 50 yards, he turned and said to himself: “Well done, Pat, me boy. Come back and I’ll treat ye.” Betty: “Did you hear about the man who sat up all night trying to figure out where the sun went when it went down?’ Olive: “No, what happened?” Betty: “It finally dawned on him.” rr\ LlJ 11130 y p ■ v v -> y 7 z*'-- ‘ tvy i , ' f; < c v *•& . \ h,v . -i 'A *— .it- ' r'f 0 #w -e' •• ’.J : i • <y S' • • V r** ► f; y fee* * ■*='. , You're sure to find a little message of cheer from us to you. And with this greet ing comes our profound thanks for your loy alty and friendship to us in the past. May you enjoy the best of everything on this glad occasion of the year, Christmas. 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