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THE NEWBERRY SUN
FRIDAY, DECEMBER 23, 1949
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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
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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
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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”
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