Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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1K;'^2 i- mmm- ® A 'l. • -•' • -'-- . ' ' WISHING YOU A HAPPY t When they sow the star, they rejoiced with exceeding great Joy. Drive-In-Theatre Cut-Off Newberry ULLLULU! LULUL.CL.C1 ,llT.*lli .LU I .L LI ,LlR LULL! S- Again the occasion arises to unite in renewing our pledge of peace on earth and good will toward our fellow man. May each of you receive many fold blessings during the Christ mas season. j6ifS,V v ^ Mitchells Grill 1102 College Street Newberry 1 «»**»***» mas ! ocr IgA.'; «8l • Not much, to be sure, but with the sincere appreciation in our hearts for the many kind nesses that have been ours to enjoy, we extend this little package of Christmas Greet ings to each of you. • The goodwill of our friends we value immeasurably be cause we well know that without them life in itself would be empty indeed. • As we wish you the Joys of Christmas and every Happiness throughout the New Year, we add our heartfelt thanks for all past favors. / WM / .• '■ ■ ! \ / \ / \ NEWBERRY CREAMERY 120 Vincent Street Newberry ^fmjp 9 "rasR; -mw ■.? ’ ten ' THE SUN ERIDAY, 2B, C3 By Willard Olvan Persing 1 GLANCED UP at the corny gag above the delivery room door, “We have never lost a father,” I grinned at the thought of the hos pital having to take it down after all these years. The fellow pacing up and down in front of it looked as though he might take off and fly at any moment, he was that nerv ous. Things were too quiet for New Year’s Eve. I had just phoned Mac, the city editor, to report the condi tion of a hit and run victim, and Mac had told me to hang around the hospital till he called back. I had been impatiently waiting to get out and see what was going on when I noticed this fellow trying to wear a groove in the floor. Just for laughs. I sat down where I could watch him without being too ob vious. There aren’t many men who can take that in their stride, but this fellow was outworrying any that I had seen there before; he seemed on the verge of hysteria. He kept looking at the big clock on the wall and then checking it with his wrist- watch. I noticed that it was seven minutes till twelve, but that didn’t seem important enough to explain the condition of his nerves. My curiosity got the better of me | so I got up and offered him a cig arette when I saw him groping i' Up r ,Jfi 5 “Congratulations,” I said, “that’s quite a start toward a family.” around in an empty pack. His thin 'features relaxed into a vacant smile of thanks for a moment, but | then he frowned again as he looked up at the clock and then at the closed door. “Your first?” I asked him. He nodded without taking his eyes off the door. ’’Triplets, they took an X-ray last week.” “Congratulations,” I said. “That’s quite a start toward a family.” He gave me a serious look, then smiled self-consciously. "Yes, isn’t it?” Then, after a quick glance at the clock, his attention was back on the door. Thinking that talking about it might help, I asked, “No complica tions, are there?” “Oh, no. The doctor said he thought everything would be all right.” From the tone of his answer, I knew that angle wasn’t causing all his anxiety. 1 caught myself glanc ing up at the clock each time he did. I was beginning to wonder if he had escaped from the psychopathic ward. Maybe there wast/t anyone in the delivery room. No one had entered or left it since I had been there. He had managed to use up two of my cigarettes in four minutes; the old year was all but gone, and so was this poor devil. He couldn’t even light the third one; I had to light it for him. I thought he was going to pass out when he looked up at the clock and saw that thirty sec onds had passed while wo wore getting that cigarette lit. J UST AS I WAS glancing around to make sure there wasn’t anything loose that he could use for m weapon if he got violent, the door opened ai-d a red-headed nurse poked her head out. “Two boys and a girl,” die an nounced. The grin on her face let us know that everything waa all right. “We’ll let you see your wife and the babies as soon as we make ’em pre sentable. Happy New Year I” As she shut the door, I looked back at the father. I came closer to being surprised at what I saw than I have been in several years. X wondered if this could be the same fellow that had been eating my cig arettes just before the nurse stuck her head out the door. He was com pletely calm, with just a touch of the proud smile that is normal in such cases. That got me. “The doctor in there had die easy part of this Job,” I told him. *1 thought sure I was going to lose the father.” He grinned at that. ”1 was a Mt- tle worked up, wasn’t I?” “Mister,” I snorted, “that?* a lulu of an understatement. There must have been something else in volved to get you all steamed up like you were.” “la three hundred dollars worth getting steamed up about?” I admitted that I had been steamed up over a lot less. He smiled at my puzzled expres sion. “By getting here before mid night, those kids saved me three hundred dollars on my income tax. I waa a little afraid they weren’t going to make It.” By Anna Yarbrough E VERY AFTERNOON pretty dose to five, Zodie Wilson sauntered down the street to the corner drug store, and ordered a glass of milk. Of course he had mDk in the refrig erator at home, but Amy, his wife had been confined to her room for two years with a crippled knee, aid Amy got desperately hungry for news. Zodie knew of no better place to gather news than at the. drug store. So, on New Year’s Zodie sat down at his customary place at the little table <at the back of the drugstore, and asked for his glass of milk. He slowly supped his milk, hoping that someone would come acjd join him. The glass began to empty. And Zodie’s spirits sank. Amy would be awfully disappointed if he didn’t learn a single new thing to tell her. ! Rather absently, he noticed Valeria Cloud, the banker’s daugh ter, coming toward the back of the store. She was just a young girl, she. wouldn’t want to talk to anyone as old as he. She’d join the young folks at the next table. “Hello, Mr. Wilson,” Valeria smiled, but her blue eyes weren’t happy at all. “Hidy, Miss Valeria,” Zodie said, wondering why anyone so pretty, so young, so healthy-looking wouldn’t be happy. “Mind if I join you?” Valeria set “That I do, Zodie’s face tally. down without waiting for an an swer. “Mr. Wilson . • .” Valeria’s voice trailed off. Zodie’s heart thumped; he knew that Valeria would tell him some thing important. “Yes,” he said to encourage her. “Mr. Wilson, do you remember when you were janitor at West Side high, and all of us kids brought our problems to you, and you solved them for us?” “That I do. Miss Valeria,” Zodie’s lace wrinkled thoughtfully. He watched the pink creep up Valeria’s fair throat. “Well, Mr. Wilson, Mother’s about to drive me nuts. She wants me to marry Larry Elberts, you know, that long-faced teller at Dad’s bank,” she paused and bit down on her underlip, then went on, “and you and the rest of the town know that I’ve been head over heels in love with Ted Barney ever since my high school days. Of course, Ted didn’t get too much education, and works at the foundry. Oh, Mr. Wil son, Mother says perfectly horrid things about Ted . . “Ted’s a good boy.” Valeria nodded and went on talk ing, “Mother’s tongue la getting sharper all the time . . .” 7ODIE CUT IN, “Miss Valeria ^ don’t blame year mother toe much.” “And why not?” Zodie straightened hda eld shoul ders, “it’s this way. Your mother has been disappointed with life ...” “Disappointed with life? Why, Dad hops every time she yells.” Zodie nodded, *1 know. You see, your mother loved me, but married your father because he had money. Her mother talked bar into It I never really blamed Trudie. But; that’s why Trudie had such a sharp tongue, living all these years with out lova.” “Really, Mr. Wilson?” Valeria's blue eyes widened, *Tm going and call Ted and tell him we’ll start this New Year off right by getting married. I don’t want my tongue to grow sharp like poor mother’s.” Without waiting for her drink, Valeria left the store. Zodie smiled as he walked home. “That you, honey?” his wifi called as he opened the front door. “Yes, Amy,” he hurried to his wife’s room. She was propped up In the bed. Her pretty, blond hair freshly combed. He knew .she had bean watching out the window for him to come up the street. He carefully related the newe about Valeria’s problem and the solution that he had tried to suggest. Amy laughed until tears ran from her eyes. “Zodie Wilson, you old fraud,” she said tenderly, “you never had a date with Valeria’s mother in your Hie.” Zodie started to speak, tha* thought belter of it, and kept silent for a id before he said, guess, I Detter fix us soma supper.” As he went to the kitchen, he thought: “That was a long time be fore I met Amy. It’s Just as well she thinks I made it up.” cl+xc/ yoac/ t '■ . . - Clark Wrecking Company 702 Glenn Street Newberry FI 1 mm . t * • M , .. RALPH CONNELLY Calvin Johnson Marion Carter 1514 Main Street Service LAWRENCE CONNELL! Troy Elrod Marvin Wicker Phone • . • %*. . .1 pF< , ly su ^° SE "ho* friend. Y su Ppott during . year hos qv>» -t. POSt Qreatly „ ' but<?d *> extend cordial Z ' ^ thanks. ° PPreCi ' your Christmas be Happy PURCELLS E. B. Purcell Troxelle H. Seim 1418 Main Street Keitt Purcell Sara B. Franklin Ben Stewart Carolyn L. Wicker Phone 197 p«§p;; ■*r