Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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Harley hoped his mother wouldn’t be angry because he had been gone all afternoon. He hoped. Contrary to his expectations, Mrs. Davis was jovial, teasing him, and even, to his immense relief, keep ing 'Charlene away from his pack age. Charlene was five and a pest to Harley, because he was nine and grown up. Helping mother With the dishes that night was al most fun, Harley thought; she was so friendly and nice. Then it hap pened. "Harley,” his mother said ten derly, "Don’t tell me what you bought unless you want to, but what did you get for Charlene?’’ Harley was stunned. He wished she wouldn’t smile at him—couldn’t she see he was trying to think? "Nothing, mom,’’ he stammered, *T bought a gondola car." "Oh," she wiped a plate slowly, "I thought you had been Christmas shopping." ;S S11 mmm Harley was stunned. He wished she wouldn’t smile at him. "I guess I spent all my money; I guess I sort of forgot about Christ mas presents," Harley hung his head. “Yes, I guess you did,” she an swered and that was all she said about it, but he felt terrible. He didn’t even unwrap his new car. Gee, he’d really pulled a dumb trick this time, Harley thought miserably. He’d always bought them presents, but he’d completely forgotten it. Well, he’d have to earn some money; even his piggy bank was empty. He earned a quarter the next morning shoveling snow, but he had to take care of Charlene most of the time. H E TRIED Jo get a job the next day, with no luck, and when he found a dime in the snow Charlene grabbed it, yelling "Finders keep ers ..." He was so furious, he felt like choking her. Instead he made her a big snow house on the sidewalk, right in everybody’s way, but people didn’t feem to mind. Then the apartment lady with her little girls stopped to ad mire it “How old are you, Harley?” she asked. "Nine,” he said proudly. "I wonder," she smiled, “I won der if you could take care of my little girls this afternoon? Harley started to tell her gosh no, but she interrupted, saying she’d pay him 25c an hour. Harley was so surprised he leaned against the snow house, knocking part of It down. "Why sure, I*d be glad to,” he said. Harley worked hard that after noon, doing everything three little girls could think of and he could build. Once in a while the lady would wave to him from the apart ment window, but he was usually too busy to look up. She paid him a whole dollar and asked if he would take care of the children again the next day. Harley, tired as he was, managed to say "Yes.” His mother teased him about being a baby sitter, and was he going to charge her for taking care of Charlene? Harley didn’t mind; aft er all he had a cash capital of $1.25. Although it rained the following day, Harley earned another d ftl Ur taking care of the little girls in the apartment. That afternoon, with his mother’s blessing, he went Christmas shop ping. He felt proud to pay for the presents with money he had earned. He had the packages gift- wrapped and put them under the tree without telling his mother what he had gotten. Christmas morning die floor was littered with gay papers, children’s toys and Harley's electric train. He opened the box and put the gondola on the track. It looked keen. Then mother handed him another package. “I bought you a gon dola car a long time ago,” she ex plained, “But of course I had te return ’i I think you've earned this, tb o, -'h." Harley grinned at his mother as he peeled the paper off. He knew what she meant. "A tank cart" ! he shouted, “Gee, mom, just what l need." Hark! The Herald Angels Sing! Smaller Towns Began Lighting Outdoor Trees Although the White House and Rockefeller Center outdoor tree decorations have become famous in recent years, the practice of lighting outdoor trees began in smaller towns and cities long be fore these two displays became an annual affair. Four widely separated commu nities lighted up as early as 1913. Two of them, McDonald and Ger mantown, ware in Pennsylvania. Salem* Ore., decorated a large Sitka spruce. Riverside, Calif., il luminated a large evergreen, an Aracuria. The first Rational Christmas tree was in 1924 and was sponsored by fixe American Forestry association. For the past two yean the lighting of the White House has been tele vised. — ■ -V' -T,' ' : y? 111^—— FRIDAY, DECEMBER 28, 1961 \ ■ ' pi from. '-V. Vf. *- ‘ . ■ ■ ; ■ - r*. ■ ■m . ■ • ^ i f ** "Jp' sy/. ■jP* # i * ^ *6 Hi, neighbor! Here's just a friendly little message to you ot Christmas from a concern that deeply ap preciates your thoughtful consideration in the past. MARKET BASKET 1110 Harrington Street Newberry — I t Let’s take stock t>f our blessings. We’ve got Loved ones, homes, friends, an abundance of material things. Above all we have freedom to live and worship according to our own individual beliefs. There are many other blessings for which to be thankful. Just look around. These blessings make Christmas a more happy one. Cares are forgotten as we reverently pause to acknowledge the manifold blessings that are ours to enjoy. Let us be grateful. FAIRFIELD FOREST PRODUCTS CO. Subsidiary of Champion Paper & Fiber Corp. V-’' - V