The sun. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1937-1972, December 28, 1951, Image 8
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tHE NEWBERRY SUN
FRIDAY, DECEMBER 28, 1951
Of oM Hie gift* Hiot friends ex-
dtonge, end eU Hie pleosures they
en|oy during e Christmas season.
Hie best of these is the simple good
will of friends and neighbors.
On Christmas, as we put this feel
ing into words, we wish you the
merriest Christmas you have ever
had in all the seasons of your life.
J. DAVE CALDWELL
Boyce Street
Newberry
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OST of the old traditions of Christmas
ore gone . . . the tally-hoes, the old
fashioned sleighs, the candle-lighted
trees, time-honored yule logs and many
others. Yet the Spirit of Christmas is
the same today as it has always been.
And for that we are grateful because
now, more than ever, we need the guiding
Light that so greatly enhances the joy of
living.
And so, with these thoughts in mind, we
send you greetings.
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LAYTON BROS. GROCERY
524 O’Neal Street Newberry
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By John II. Hose
A NNE PACED restlessly back
and forth, pausing to look out
onto the parkway for the familiar
sight of Pete’s car. Her usually
bright blue eyes were clouded with
anxiety, and the unmistakable lines
of worry creased her otherwise un
marred complexion.
‘Tm losing Pete . . . I’m losing
Pete.”
He was coming tonight to tell her
Anne glanced at the clock on the
mantel; nine twenty! Pete was late,
as usual!
Finally she saw Pete’s little coupe
swing around the corner, and she
turned from the window to compose
herself. After an all too long mo
ment, the buzzer hummed, and she
opened the door.
“Sorry I’m late, pet. Had a flat
coming back from Glen Cove.”
“Come in, come in . . . don’t stand
there, you ninny!” This from Anne,
but her thoughts raced furiously,
Glen Cove . . . he’s been there!
Don’t let him see that you know all
about Glen Cove . . . and Judy. He
doesn’t know you saw the paper he
dropped from his wallet which read,
“Judy—Glen Cove 50—Sunday.”
How preoccupied he had been that
night, not even noticing that you
glanced at the slip as you returned
it to him! Let him tell you all about
it; that’s what he’s come for to
night. To start the New Year right
BETHLEHEM
Tit Church of the NatMty
Reindeer Supply
Will Be at Fault
If Santa Claus misses some young
sters this year, it could be offered
plausibly that he was not able to
round up enough reindeer for his
yearly trip around the globe.
The reindeer shortage has be
come, in recent years, much too
acute. It has been estimated that
wolves have destroyed 500,000 of
Santa’s helpers within the last
decade or so, leaving an approx
imate 50,000.
The difficulty of keeping the ani
mals alive in a temperate climate
makes it unlikely that any of the
few remaining will be transported
“It’s really simple, darling. 1
know what you’re going to tell
me tonight.’*
. . . to bring to an end all their hap
piness together.
“What a day! Clients, clients,
clients! I think that every account
we have found some fault with its '
advertising today. And then to top
it all oft a flat tire in the middle
of the Triborough bridge! Anne, I'm
positively whipped!”
She was properly sympathetic.
“You poor boy! There’s some sherry
in the kitchen. No, no; stay where
you are; I’ll get it.”
Returning with the decanter and
glasses, she forced herself to be
gay as she said,
“May I propose a toast?**
“Of course,” replied Pete as he
took one of . the glasses and waited.
Anne took a deep breath and made
the toast,
“Let’s remember tike best and
forget the rest.”
Pete set the glass on tike table, un
touched.
“I don’t understand your toast,
Anne.”
“Don’t you? It’s really simple,
darling. You see, I know what
you’re going to tell me tonight.
I know all about Glen Cove . . .
and Judy. And you don’t have to
worry, Pete. I’ll be grown up about
it. No fussing. No tears!” But try as
she might, Anne couldn’t help but
stumble over her words as she con
tinued.
“But I do want to know all about
her, Pete. Who is this Judy. Whafs
she like? Glen Cove—that’s Social
Register and all that sort of thing
isn’t it?”
T HERE WAS a strange look on
Pete’s face. A solemn, seldom-
seen expression. Not grim, and yet,
not relieved. He sat quitely for a
moment before he spoke.
“So you want to know all about
Judy, eh? Well, she’s small, has
rather attractive silken, red hair—
a sort of tantalizing auburn, you
know. Society? I believe her ante
cedents are perfectly proper—per
haps even up to your expectations.
Yes, I’d say that Judy was a blue-
blood aU right.”
“I want to meet her, Pete. When
can I?”
Pete hesitated a moment.
“Well . . .”
“Come now, darling,” Am* spoke
eagerly, “I’m sure you agree we
should be adult about all this.”
“O.K.,” said Pete slowly. “If you
really want me to. I’ll bring her in.
She’s out in the car.”
“Out in . . .” expostulated Anne
as she jumped up. “She must be
frozen! Pete you’re the limit! Bring
her in at once; PU make coffee!”
After the coffee was under way,
she hurried back to the living room
to wait. Then the door opened and
everything became all mixed up.
Anne was in Pete’s arms, laughirg
and crying all at the same time,
and not at all acting in an adult
and modern manner.
Judy stood aside, quietly waiting
to be introduced.
But at <- ch a crazy, happy mo
ment, ww would have time for even
the most beautiful red cocker spa
niel in the world—especially when
one was busy looking forward to
SUCH A HAPPY NEW YEAR!
from their native regions to other
lanrie for the holiday season, as
has been done in the past.
American boys and girls will
have to be satisfied with stand-ins.
The few department stores featur-
iag Santa’s complete outfit this
year will be vising native deer as
substitute for Dasher, Prancer, and
company.
FIRESTONE HOME & AUTO SUPPLIES
945 Main Street Newberry
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WiiM
HAPPINESS
CHEER
for All Christmases to Come
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