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THE NEWBERRY SUN
FRIDAY, DECEMBER 22, 1950
Beverly Jean Willingham
Becomes Bride of
D. C. Henry Witt, Jr.
Mias Beverly Jean Willingham
of Newberry became the bride of
D. C. Henry Witt, Jr., of Charles
ton and St. George Saturday
afternoon, November 18, at 5:30
in Glenn Street Baptist Church
in Newberry. The Rev. Joseph
E. Walker, pastor of the bride,
officiated, using the double ring
ceremony.
White chrysanthemums and
candles in seven branched can
delabra against the background
of pine and ivy formed the set
ting for the wedding. Candles
v ere also used in the window s
and the family pews were marked
by white chrysanthemums tied
with white satin ribbons.
son; Adam M. Smith, Jr., of
Raleigh. N. C..;.. Howard .Willing
ham, brother of the bride, of
Newberry and Clemson College
and Jack Owens of Charleston.
W. J. Wood of Charleston,
cousin of the bridegroom, was
best man.
Mrs. Carson Nabers of Joanna,
organists, and Mrs. Mower Sing-
ley of Prosperity, sollst, present
ed the wedding music.
The usher groomsmen were
Dawson Scarborough of Clem-
The maid of honor was Miss
Oudia Shipley of Charleston and
Newberry, and the bridesmaids
were Misses Elsie Boozer, Joyce
•Leslie and Peggy Wood of New
berry, and Mrs. Jerome Cammer
of Charleston, sister of the
bridegroom.
All the bridal attendants wore
old-fashioned gowns of dusty blue
satin and taffeta combinations.
The fitted w'aist had a bolero
jacket. The hoop skirt was made
apron effect and ended in a
bustle in the back. They wore
mitts to match their dresses.
They ckrried arm bouquets of
frosted burgondy and carnations
interspersed with blue net tied
with blue satin ribbon. They
wore bands of pearls in their
hair.
The flower girl, Toni Willing-
W&J’
ham, sister of the bride, wore a
white satin dress made like those
ot the other attendants. Tommy
Mitchell, ringbearer, was dress
ed in a formal black suit.
The bride, given in marriage
by her father, wore a w'edding
gown of bridal satin. The scal
loped oval lace yoke of fitted
bodice had a Peter Pan collar
and long pointed sleeves. The
full skirt ended in a court
train. Her finger tip veil of
bridal illusion was caught to a
coronet of seed pearls. She
carried a bouquet of white car
nations centered with a purple
throated orchid fashioned in a
nosegay with a silvevr holder.
Her only ornament was a double
strand of pearls, gift of the
bridegroom.
Mrs. Willingham, mother of
the bride, wore a dinner dress
of magnolia crepe with green ac
cessories and a corsage of yellow
rosebuds.
Mrs. Witt, mother of the bride
groom, wore a dusty rose dress,
with a corsage of dark pink
carnations. --
Immediately following the cere
mony the bride's parents enter
tained at a reception in the New
berry Community Hall.
Mrs. Witt is the daughter of
Mr. and Mrs. R. J. Willingham
of Newberry. She is a graduate
of Newberry High School, com
pleted a two-year secretarial
course at Newberry College and
since that time has been employ
ed at the local office of the Life
Insurance Company of Georgia,
^or traveling she changed to a
sailor blue gabardine suit with
rose accessories and the orchid
from her bridal bouquet.
Mr. Witt, son of Mr. and Mrs.
D. C. Henry Witt of Naval Base,
is a graduate of the North
Charleston High School and New
berry College where he was out
standing in athletics, starring in
football during the four years
he was at the Lutheran institu
tion.
Following a w r edding trip the
couple will make thier home In
St. George, where the bridegroom
is athletic coach at St. George
school.
WANT ADS
FOR SALE—1000 loads of hard
wood fire wood in pole lengths
free for the moving. H. O. Long
and Sons, Silverstreet. 30-tf.
Christmas Candy—Big stock on
hand and shipments coming in
every day—Hersheys, Peter Paul
Mounds and Almond Joys—Milky
Ways.
R. Derrill Smith and Son Inc.
Wholesale Grocers — Newberry,
8 C. 30-4-tc.
WANTED TO BUY—Iron, Metal
Batteries, Radiators and Rags.
W. H. Sterling, 1708 Vincent
street. Phone 731-W 28-th
FOR SALE—Seed oats $1.25 per
bushel. Feed oats $1.00 Seed
wheat $3.00' per bushel. H. O.
»Long and Sons, Silverstreet,
POSITIVILY no tresspassing or
hunting of any kind on lands
of B. O., J. G. and H. O. Long.
We really mean What we say.
H. O. Long, Mgr. 26-tc.
where we started. There may be new ways but none better than
One thousand years from now, people will continue to greet each
other with those two simple y/ords because the spirit of Christmas
is eternal. It is an expression of friendship, a sincere way to say,
We wish you peace and joy — with all that implies.'
I. has been a real pleasure to have been of service to you. Know
ing that we have enjoyed your good will helps us to do our best
to meet your expectations. So as we express our appreciation
we extend a hearty handclasp of fellowship at this holiday season.
PURCELLS
E/'B,. Purcell
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Troxelle H. Senn
Keitt Purcell
Sara B. Franklin
Ben Stewart
Carolyn L. Wicker
By Vera Tarpley
OTANDING ON her tiptoes, Mandy
could see the whole bright ar
ray of them—shiny red, blue and
silver ornaments spread out on the
table, waiting for Santa’s nimble
fingers to arrange them on the tree
“Pretteeee.” she murmured long
ingly. If only Santa would let her
help him. Just handing them to him
one by one would be wonderful. She
turned to Gerald, who was busily
fumbling with train tracks and get-
ting nowhere. “Gerry, you touch?”
she asked, looking back at the or
naments.
Gerald looked up despairingly
from his train tracks. “Sure, I
touched them lots of times,” he
said carelessly. “Only you can’t,”
he added. “You’re too little.”
If she could Just touch them
—Just touch one,—then nothing
else would matter.
Voices floated into them from the
kitchen. Raised voices — angry
voices. “The kid’s old enough to
know there- isn’t a Santa Claus,
anyway!” That was John Martin
who said that. John Martin, the
most wonderful Daddy in the
world.
They must still have been talking
about what happened before supper.
Mommy had fixed hamburgers—
they always had hamburgers on
Christmas Eve] and this was the
first year Mandy could have a ham
burger like everybody else'. .
There was really nothing to get
mad about. Mandy and Gerald had
been standing in the kitchen smell
ing the wonderful smells, while
Mommy was fixing supper. The
basement door was standing open
to let out some of the smoke from
frying, and up the stairs he came,
one step at a time, and peeked his
little head around the door.
Mandy saw him first and
screamed in happy delirium. Ger
ald ran over and picked him up—
he wriggled and squirmed and
licked GeralS all over the face.
Gerald knew it was a fox terrier
pup—he knew all the names of the
different dogs, but he had always
wanted a fox terrier.
Daddy came into the kitchen
that point. He acted even more
queerly—he was mad! And he
started saying terrible, things to
Mommy—terrible things that made
Mandy cry and Gerald want to run
far away so he wouldn’t hear.
”1 told you to keep the basement
door closed!” Daddy roared. “Iff
Just plain stupid carelessness on
your part!” And he snatched the
puppy from Gerald’s arms and car
ried him down the basement stairs.
M ANDY tVAS STILL looking over
the edge of the table at the
beautiful ornaments. If she could
just touch thenwjust touch one—
then nothing else would matter.
She hadn’t meant to jerk the
newspapers under them so harc^—
she just wanted to pull the orna
ments a little closer to the edge of
the table. But there It was—broken
ornaments all over the floor—still
shiny red, blue and silver—but
broken. “Pretteeee,” she said.
“That does it!” shouted Mommy,
bursting into tears. She swept up
the pieces and dumped them into
the wastebasket, “You put the kids
to bed, John. I’m going over to
Mother’s for awhile—maybe there’ll
be some Christmas spirit left over
there.”
But John lay down oh the sofa in
the living room and fell asleep. He
didn’t wake up until Martha shook
him frantically, screaming, “The
children! The children are gone!”
There was no anger—no accusa
tions now. Just terror. John was
the first to recover enough to start
thinking. He ran down to the base
ment and found the puppy gone.
He went outside, and Martha was
left sobbing alone.
She was picking up the telephone
when she saw it. A light in the
garage. John was standing at the
garage door looking in—just stand
ing there.
A small pine branch was propped
up in one corner—John had snipped
it off himself that afternoon because
it made the tree look lopsided. From
each twig of the pine branch hung
a bright shiny piece of ornament,
laboriously tied on with a string.
At the base of the Christmas tree
slept a uuddled mass of legs and
arms and a tail. The tail twitched
a little and brushed Mandy’s fore
head. “Prettdfeee,” she murmured
softly.
JAMES D. BROWN
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