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FRIDAY DECEMBER 26, 1952 THE NEWBERRY SUN LAKE’S MACHINE SHOP Martin Street Newberry y SEASON'S PETE’S GROCERY & LUNCH STAND KEEPING CHRISTMAS b» Henry Van Dyke mii Are you willing to forget what you have done for other people, and to remember what ot-ier people have done for you; to ignore what the world owes you, and to think what you owe the world; to put your rights in the background, and your duties in the middle distance, and your chances to do a little more than your duty in the foreground; to see that your fellow-men are just as real as you ^re, and try io look •behind their faces to their hearts, hungry for joy; to own that probably the only good reason for your existence is not what you are going to get out of life, but what you are going to give to life; to close your book on complaints against the management of the universe, and look around you for a place where you can sow a few seeds of happiness— are you willing to do these things even for a day? Then you can keep Christmas. FULL REHEARSAL FOR THE BIG DAY . . . Robert wanted Nick, the dog, to have dinner with him at his private table, but Dad and Mom were not enthusiastic until Robert demonstrated that Nick’s table manners are impeccable. He did it with a dress rehearsal, which you see here. Nick seems to be enjoying nonchalantly an after dinner cigarette. Lord of Misrule/ ’ bo'ening Horse' /take Neel Jollier \ DIFFERENT playtime ob- servance for your Christmas 'estivities is the game “Lord of .vlisrule.” When your guests have all ar rived and have been greeted by the music of the minstrels and the song of the carolers, it is time for the most honored guest of the eve ning to arrive. With much fan fare the “Lord of Misrule” is an nounced. He enters with great pomp and ceremony and takes his place as the master Of ceremonies for the evening. v The Lord of Misrule comes to us from the Tudor courts where he was elected ahnually to reign over the Christmas festivities. His word, during the festivities, was law, and the ridiculous commands he laid upon'the guests had to be obeyed. At your party, the Lord of Mis rule will command each guest to do his bidding. He may call for singing, dancing, panomime, imi tations and stunts of all kinds. Failure to do the bidding of the Lord of Misrule results in the pay ment of a forfeit. And here an other unusual note may be inject ed. The forfeit, instead of being paid to the Lord of Misrule may be paid to another Christmas character, the “hodening horse.” It was the custom in Kent, Eng land, for young men to go from house to house with the hodening horse, an imitation of a horse’s head attached to a long stick. Two lads, forming the body of the horse, were hidden from view by a cover ing of cloth resembling horse’s skin. The hodening horse was ac companied by paraders who rang the bells throughout the town and begged for money or food. Chemical Solution Protects Christmas Trees From Flames To fireproof your Christmas tree, which is still a hazard even with electric lights, select your tree four to six days before you intend to decorate it. Then weigh the tree and buy one-fourth as many pounds of ammonium sul fate as the tree weighs. This chem ical is available in most stores that sell seeds and fertilizers. , For each pound of ammonium sulphate use 1% pints of water to make the fireproofing solution. Mix the solution in something tall and narrow that will hold the tree upright. Then saw off the tree diagonally so as to give a large cut surface. Set the tree in the solution in a cool place, away from the direct sunlight, and leave it there until most of the solution is absorbed. ALLERGIC TO WHISKERS . . . Not all little boys who love Santa Clans this time of year have a sublime trust in the old gent. This young man obviously wishes he were somewhere else. Z/oii Can Make a J3t(f ChriAt mad Candle You can make a big, long-burn ing candle to fit into your Christ mas decorations if you have a number of odds and ends of part ly burned candles around the house. Melt them and pour into cardboard containers and remold. Use ice cream cartons, oatmeal containers or others. Use plain cord for a wick. When the wax is beginning to set, tie the wick to a pencil and suspend it in the wax. Let set hard, remove car ton and there is a nice candle for your table. 1 B. C. and 1 A. D. Were Not a Year Apart According to our calendar, one would naturally assume that be tween the year 1 B. C. and the year 1 A. D. there should be a year called zero. As a matter of fact, no such year exists, as far as historians are concerned, and the year 1 A. D. follows directly after the year 1 B. C. A person born in 3 B. C. would not be five years old at 2 A. D. but would be four years old when one is calculating data in that period. When adding B. C. and A. D. years, it is necessary to al ways subtract one to compensate for the year zero omitted between 1 B. C. and 1 A. D. Why Christmas Candles? On Christmas Eve the Christ Child wanders all over the earth seeking deserving people—people who are kind and thoughtful o' others, and people who have loving hearts. Lighted candles are placed in the windows by such people sc that He may not stumble and fall. In the course of His search He visits every castle and hut, no mat ter how rocky and rough His path may be. By Ancel Beauregard LJARVEY ‘ BUTLER ran a chapped hand through the lank brown hair that fell over his forehead and stared contemptu ously at Jack and Gordon Linter. Their blue eyes were on him, wide and questionL.g. “You sure there ain’t no Santa Claus?” six-year-old Gordon asked worriedly. Harvey laughed. ‘Course the Lin- ters were little kids, six and seven, but they ought to know better. “You think I’d be parading around in split-out jeans an’ a patched shirt if there was?” “Probably Santa Claus is bring ing you new ones for Christmas,” Jack s^id hopefully. Harvey sneered, thinking of the barren Christmases at his house. They were lucky if they had a tree even. This year on account of his little sister—just over three now— mom had said they’d try to have some presents. “Any new clothes I get we buy,” he said, “an’ usually I just get my cousin’s old stuff. Hand-me-downs, mom calls them.” “Well,” again Gordon looked hopeful, “that doesn’t mean any thing. Mostly Santa brings toys, not clothes.” “Not to me, he dbesn’t. I tell you there isn’t a Santa Claus except for your folks.” Gordon’s eyes filled with tears and Jack looked like crying^k'Are you sure?” he asked, his quavering. “Your little sister me Santa Claus—Kaws she ca: him—is coming to your house.” The wind seemed to whistle through all the holes and thin places in Harvey’s clothes. “Carol said that? Honest?” “Yeah,” Jack said, “you know how funny she talks. She said he was coming through the door, ’cause you don’t have a chimney, when the lights! are out and bring her a doll and some other things.” “What things? Try and remem ber.” Harvey felt chilled. If Carol was expecting Santa Claus, count ing on him like these kids . . . How would she feel when he didn’t come? “Doll cradle and a wagon,” Gor don said. “And a trike—“twike’ she called it—painted red. You were just kidding us, weren’t you, Harvey?” H ARVEY LOOKED at their faces and felt mean that he had told them the truth. After all, he was eleven, big enough to know better, and they were just little guys. “Sure, I guess there’s a Santa Claus, but sometimes he doesn’t get all the houses. Like Carol said, we don’t have a chim ney for him to come down, so he probably missed us a couple of times.” The light was back in the boys eyes. “Sure, that’s it. What’re ya making that scowly face for, Har vey?” “You were just kidding us, weren’t you, Harvey? There really is a Santa Claus?” This time Harvey chose his words carefully. “Well, he might miss our house again this year and Carol’d sure be disappointed, so I was trying to think how I could see she got what she wanted. I think I can make her a wagon at the Boy’s Club and a wooden cradle. You think that’d work?” “Sure,” Gordon agreed enthusi astically, “long as she thinks Santa 'brought them, she won’t know the difference.” “What about the doll and the tri cycle? You can’t make those,” Jack pointed out. Harvey shivered, leaning against the board fence. “Mom gave me money for a haircut that I could use for a doll.” Usually Mom gave him haircuts ’cause they were so expensive, but she had a burned hand now. “Hey, Jack,” Gordon shouted ex citedly, “how about that old trike in the garage? Harvey could fix the wheel . . “Sure,” Gordon answered, “and I’ll bet we can find some red paint” “And we could make her some blocks at the Boy’s Club easy.” Harvey shoved his hands in his pockets, swallowing quickly. “Gee, that’d be fine, she doesn’t have any now. See you later.” “Come on, Gordon," he heard Jack yell happily, “let’s go find thot trilrp ” 1 * * A % * Withiitg You ■ ^ & a AT • PINCKNEY N.kBRAMS , ' i | WITH BEST WISHES FQr YOUR 1 ^^ NEWBERRY MONUMENT CO. 1018 Friend Street J. B. COWARD, Owner Newberry MERRY 'oAtcl ftoat Dti QU^iimad- aqaia! A h TOM M. FELLERS Jmt twelve short months ago we * . J, ; ‘t. J ^ .. , j L . % ^r; were saying -Merry Christmas" to oer friends and neighbors and ■aw It's time once again to »ar best wishes to each of yam May every Joy be yours.