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/ THE NEWBERRY SUN FRIDAY, DECEMBER 23, 1949 * Clark Wrecking Company | HOWARD CLARK BILL GRAHAM * HEDY CLARK ROBERT RUFF * MOSES WILSON % X X * teltkItItStkfcMikkkkaiMkkBikKkXSiaiXatkkStkkkkkIdtkkkStStlaSikkMiStKkiQkKaaiatkStSikkSoltkSikiSglikMt* VXlMlCWtCtpClMVKtO ><<«<«««<«<«<«<««<« <<t«<C<C>C«'C«««tC'Ct8<C'C<C'«tSt«'«<e>C'C«>C<«<«'C>«>««'««‘C*'C S' i QUmtiG ! There ore many thoughts that go through the minds of each of us at Christmas . . . impressions that remain with us for days to reflect the happiness that prevails everywhere at the Yuletide Season. From Christmases past there are remembrances of as sociations with loved ones and friends ... of tokens of esteem from those about us . , . there have been Christmas festivities . . . family reunions . . . religious worship . . . the joy of giving . . . and the happiness that comes from being remembered These and many others ore the impressions that make Christ mas meaningful and joyful. It is our sincere wish that you may enjoy every one of * these blessings this Holiday Season . . . that the Christmastide this year may be the most impressive of them all. Merry Christmas, all! G. B. SUMMER & SONS ii mm's. m Tapid circled and amelled at the black kitten nntil he was sat isfied. Then his tongue flicked out to lick the kitten. the litter, they named him, most af fectionately, Tupid. ‘•Archie," Mrs. Raymond was flurried from all the excitement. ‘‘That blue globe is much too low. Tupid will get it. I don’t doubt," she added pessimistically, "that we will lose half of our globes." Archie could see that Tupid had no'Nnterest either in the swaying boughs or the brilliant-colored frag ile balls. For two days Tupid had wandered carelessly about the house and yard. He wasn’t playful or friewdly and he had stopped pur ring. Only Archie sensed that the kitten was lonesome for his sisters and brothers and his mother. At first there had been four balls of fur and a proud old alley cat moth er. As they grew, they h«d become playful, pattering swiftly through the house. But now they were all gone, including the mother. Just Tupid was left to keep. Even the black imp with shoe-button eyes had been given away. Tar Baby, who had been the boss of the litter, had been gone barely two days, and Tupid missed him. "Well,’’ his father’s voice boomed again, as he climbed down the lad der. "All done in time for Christ mas Eve. Come here, Joe, Archie, you too Billy. I want you to see this fine tree." Mrs. Raymond switched the lights off and Archie shivered in delighted excitement as the tree blazed, il lumined by the strings of lights and balls. The magic moment was shattered by the sharp ring of the doorbell. A rush of cold air came in as Mr. Raymond filing open the door wide to admit a bundled figure. "My father says I can't keep the kitten," Gerald Parks recited automatically, close to tears, "I have to give it back because it gives my father hay fever." Gerald went out in another rush of frosty air, but not before Mrs. Raymond had pressed a fat candy cane into his mittened hand. Tar Baby huddled in the middle of the floor. "Watch it, boys.," Mr. Raymond warned, "Let’s Just watch him. He feels strange here now; he’ll be all right in a while.” Archie saw Tupid Jump from the sofa with a purr of delight. Tupid circled and smelled at the' black kitten until he was satisfied. Then his tongue flicked out to lick -the kitten. Tupid’s paws caressed him as his tongue washed him. The black kitten stood passive, as Tupid showered his pent-up love on him. "Thay. mommy." Billy Usped, “Tupid’s kissing him, isn’t he?" “Urn," Mrs. Raymond agreed, “Tar E.by’s Tupid’s Christmas present.” Mr. Raymond's eyes swept his sons' awe-struck faces, “No," he said firmly. “He’s our Christmas present too.” By Shirley Sargent T H E SMALL KITTEN called Tupid watched preparations for Christmas dully. Only the middle ooy. one Archie Raymond, noticed his apathy. The tree, in all its green splendor, stood tall in the living room bedecked with an in creasing number of ornaments. “Careful," Marcia Raymond ad monished her son sharply. "Don't hang those big balls down so low The kitten will break them." Gently Archie lifted them to a higher bough, drawing in the pun gent scent of the pine. Only he saw that the kitten walked slowly under the tree unaware of the boughs tickling her furry back. His young est brother had named the rcly- poly butterscotch kitten Tupid Young Billy was easily aroused to fits of anger. His favorite expres sion, under stress, was a lisped. “You ‘tupid, you big ’tupid.” Archie, his ten-year-old brother. Joe, and his parents laughed at the little boy's wrath and, because the kitten was slower than the others in By Shirley Sargent T HE VERY NICEST thing about Henry Ellis, Henry had de cided, was the fact that he was nine years old. He possessed another at tribute variously described by his mother as stubbornness, stupidity, and the result of a one track mind. To get something he really wanted, Henry had learned from experience, he always had to work hard and long. Pestering his mother for what he wanted came easiest. "Why not, mom?” he begged, “Why can’t I do it? I want to more than anything in the world. I’d be so good you wouldn't know me.” Finally his mother gave in to his endless teasing and what she con sidered Impossible promises. “All right, all right," she 'said. Soundly sleeping, he lay back In the chair. In one hand a noise- maker; clutched limply in the ether, a large horn. The box In his lap contained piles of con fetti. “We’ll see if you can be good for a whole month and then—well, we’ll see.” His long-awaited goal was in sight, but Henry had to admire his mother’s shrewdness. Knowing that Rita, who was five, would keep close tab on him, Mrs. Ellis put her in Henry's charge for the month. Playing nursemaid to a five- year-old. was a stern task, even when he could be as nasty as he wanted—but taking care of her on his good behavior was purely awfuL All this time she would taint her demands with "Or I’ll tell mama.” Only once he told her calmly but desperately, “If I ever have any children, they’ll all be boys or all be girls. I’m not going to make any little boy of mine have a little sis ter. No sir, I'll give him a turtle or a goat or something he wants, not a little sister." Rita just barely listened to him before demanding, "Now be a tur tle for me, Henry. Crawl like a turtle and pull your head in a shell.” So Henry crawled all over the apart ment like a turtle and wished he’d kept quiet—like a turtle. Tha days crept past Christmas and Henry knew that being good was surely a most terrible experi ence. Then at last the month was over and he heard his mother ask ing, “Had enough of being good. Henry?” Feeling it to be a trick question, he Answered casually that “. . . would be fun to see the fellows again, and Just sort of all over re lax!” She laughed, encouraging him to go on. "Hey, mom, well, can I do It—you know?” She kissed him, saying, "Yes.” Henry -yelled "Hooray” as he ran into his room. Gosh, it had been worth waiting for after all—my but he hated girls, though, light There were some very Important matters to attend to before he was quite ready. They wouldn’t take so long, but the waiting would. He started unwrapping his packages. Thanks to mom, life was really tine. A little before 12 that night Mrs. Ellis, noting the silence, went into Henry’s room. His lights were blaz ing but the boy was asleep in a chair drawn close to an open win dow. She walked quietly over be side him. A whole month—thirty arduous days deyoted to being good —he had worked for this night, and now he was asleep with the sum total of his dreams in his lap and fists. Soundly sleeping, he lay back in the chair, in one hand a noise- maker; clutched limply in the other, a large horn. The box in his lap contained piles of confetti, while reams of paper streamers were laid neatly over the chair arms. There was a ridiculous paper hat erushed into the chair back by his head, and, on the table near him, there was another horn. It had a white card tied on it labelled sim ply “For mother.” So, she thought, with tears in her eyes, a little man’s plan for one night had Included his mother. She shook him gently, settled his hat more perkily on his head, and picked up her own horn. Noise seemed suspended in the air. “Wake up, little one track mind,” she said, sitting him up straight “Hurry and wake up so you can wish me a Happy New Yearl” » K V *> 1 g 1 I I 1 ■ g g ■ v V * I If if s ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ » y y y I y y y y i y I y y y I i y y y y y y y y y s y I I g 1 I y \ I:...^. i it rf i f I '•* n , f H* H- >. pi *#■ i m fa* > id" ^ ^ ** •• . ,1- Vv-.?» • ! x ,>*,,/ % -ssKt 11| NEWBERRY COUNTY BANK Newberry - - Joanna I - i i That's our wish to you for a Merry Christmas Newberry COCA COLA Bottling Co.