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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.”
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