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THE NEWBERRY SUN
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and worlds of good cheer and happiness
in abundance . . . that’s the Christmas wish
we make to every one of you.
HEDGEPATH GARAGE
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The world changes, it’s true, but there is
something which hos withstood the test of
time unchonged—CHRISTMAS.
Moy the spirit thot mokes Christmos the
greotest doy of oil doys be yours throughout
the coming yeor.
THE WALLACE HOME
We will be closed Christmas Day
‘Approved by Duncan Hines’
721 Caldwell St. Newberry, S. C.
We wish you a Merry Christmas full
of Joy... Peace ... and Happiness.
. . . and for the coming New Year we hope
that you receive the blessings of health and
prosperity.
JOHNSON-McCRACKIN CO.
1327 Caldwell St.
Newberry
Yuletide Greetings
to all our wonderful
friends . . .
With this, the
greatest of holi-«
days before us, we
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T. ROY SUMMER
T. Roy Summer
Mrs. T. Roy Summer
Lester Lee Bedenbaugh
T. Roy Summer, Jr.
Mrs. T. Roy Summer, Jr.
Jesse Guin
Jack Sanders
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By Shirley Sargent
T’M ELEVEN, it’s New Year’s
Eve and mom has got Gertie
Wycoff for our sitter. Imagine!
Gertie who’s in my very own
school, so dumb she’s only a grade
ahead of me even if she is thirteen.
I guess mom’s told me a hundred
times that we have to have a sitter
to take care of Billy, he’s only
seven, and Marie, who’s three and a
half, and. most especially, the
baby. It’s a sure fire cinch I can
handle Billy and Marie, but that
baby with his diapers and crying
all of a rudden—well. Mom’s right,
he’s too much responsibility.
“Course all our regular sitters
had dates for tonight so mom was
lucky to get anybody. But Gertie!
And her telling me to go to bed
at 9:30 on New Year’s Eve!
I’m not staying in bed, that’s for
sure; I’m going to see the New
Year in! Listen to all the noise I’ve
heard about. All these years. I’ve
been going to sleep and next morn
ing, waking up, like magic, in a
new year with a new number.
When Billy wakes up I just whis
per in his ear and he pulls that
“I want my mommy’’ scene. Boy,
is he ever loud. I burst outta my
room like a Boy Scout, when I hear
Gertie coming, shouting, “I’U take
care of him.”
“I’ll handle this,” she gives me
one of her movie magazine stares.
“Get back in bed before you catch
cold.” v
So while she’s trying* to shush
Billy, I go downstairs and queer
the TV set. Pull out the plug and
change the aerial. Time I’m back
upstairs, Billy’s quiet. I can’t fig
ure out how she did it. When she
goes downstairs I watch, from the
top of the landing, and it takes
her ’til almost eleven to get the
TV going again.
I’m sorta upset. First Billy fails
me and now she’s got the TV work
ing; About the time I’m feeling
sleepy the baby lets out a wailing
cry and Gertie’s up the stairs so
fast I barely have time to get ba^k
in my room. She has a time with
him and then can’t find the diapers
’cause I hid ’em. And when every
thing’s under control, Marie needs
to go to the bathroom. Quick.
B Y THAT TIME, it’s nearly mid
night. Almost time for the New
Year to come. I sneak downstams.
And there’s Gertie curled up in
the wing chair, crying. Finally I
ask, “What’s the matter?”
She just sobs louder. I ask anx
iously, “What’s wrong?”
“Just everything.” She blows her
nose hard and looks at me and
what do you know? Most of her
lipsticks gone and she looks young
and scared. “This is the first time
I’ve ever had a real job and I need
the money and I’ve done every
thing wrong.”'
“What do you mean wrong?” All
of a sudden I’m worrying about-
how she made Billy stop crying.
_ “I had to put Billy in your folks’
bed so he’d be still and I couldn’t
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There’s Gertie, curled up in
the wing chair, crying. '
find a diaper so I put a dishtowel
on the baby and the television
works funny.”
’Course I feel sorta shamed, like
a heel. “Look,” I say as I adjust
the knobs on our set until the pic
ture’s clear. Time we get back
downstairs—from changing the
baby into his diapers and putting
Billy where he belonged—it was
12:03. /
1952! I’d missed the magic mo
ment when 1951 turned into 1952
. . . Don’t get me wrong, I never
fell for that “little New Year”
business anymore’n I believe in
Santa Claus. That stuffs for Billy
and Marie, but there had *to be a
magic minute. All I remembered
[ hearing while we were upstairs
were some noises, like backfire.
The TV screen showed a bunch of
dopes throwing paper at each other
and blowing Halloween horns. That
was all. Nothing exciting.
I found a blanket and pillow and
put them on the couch for Gertie.
And she was smiling, thanking me
for helping her. I’m sorry for her.
Catch me staying up all hours to
take care of three characters just
to earn money—-no sir.
So I say, “Happy New Year,”
meaning it, and bead for bed. The
heck with magic, Fm sleepy. Only
I’ll never understand about missing
that magip minute anymore’n I
can figure why Gertie wants to
earn money baby sitting when she
could mow lawns.
By Lilliace M. Mitchell
S ANDRA AND ETHEL could
hardly wait for the restroom
door to close after Mary Muir en
tered before they both burst out
with the news.
“We can take Lizzie’s car and
drive to Chicago for New Year’s
and then stay the whole week
end,” Sandra said.
They unwrapped their sand
wiches and munched eagerly, pay
ing no attention to the bustle in the
store beyond the door.
“But we have to be back in the
store Friday morning for inven
tory,” Mary said thoughtfully. Her
brown eyes turned^rom Sandra to
the tall Ethel who was a model in
the dress department. “We’ll have
to work both Friday and Satur
day.”
“Oh, shoot! You always want to
bend backward being too honest
and righteous! If you go with us,
it’ll cut the room and gasoline
three ways, Mary. Otherwise, San
dra and I will have to pay half,”
Ethel pouted. “And down on State
Street at midnight—think of the
fun! Everyone will be gay . . .”
Mary laughed indulgently.
“You’d think you girls were nine
instead of nineteen! Faraway fields
look green I’d love to go. No use
denying that. But they’ve been
good to us here at the store and
I think it’s only right we do our
share at the wretched inventory.”
Of course, when New Year’s Eve
came and her landlady, who was
in her twenties, asked brightly
what Mary’s plans were for the
evening, Mary was not so de
lighted. It meant that the Big-
stroms wanted to go downtown
with everyone else to celebrate the
arrival of a brand-new New Year
and would Mary be so very kind
as to sit in the living room with
Bill, Junior (whom they all called
Biljer to differentiate him from
his dad) while he watched tele
vision? But single yofing ladies
did not go downtown to the New
Year’s festivities without an es
cort in Riverdale.
Biljer was good. He always was
good. In his little flannel pajamas
he sat with his feet tucked under
him and Watched one program
after another. Mary let her
thoughts wander and, inevitably,
they wandered back to her high
school days when Andrew Latham
was the big, blond hero of Helkin
High as he raced down the length
of the field for a touchdown. She
wondered what Andrew might be
doing tonight in Korea.
T IME HAD BEEN when she had
hoped that perhaps Andrew
would ask her to be his steady
girl before he left for Korea. They
had dated in senior year at High
and he had spent his last evening
with her, but that was all. All
except for a dozen letters from
him that she now had tied together
with a blue and gold ribbon from
a box of candy he had given her.
“Mary, there’s a man looking
in the window,” said Biljer.
“Are—are you sure about it,
Biljer?” she asked, taking a stitch.
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“Mary, there’s a man looking
in the window,” said Biljer.
“Sure. He’s bent over, looking at
you, Mary.”^
“I’ll phone for help, Biljer. You
sit right there and don’t move. I’ll
get the police here—” she
stretched as if tired and rose to
her feet, smiling down at little
Biljer.
** But before she could reach the
phone in the hallway, the chime
rang and she decided to fling open
the door (he could break a window
if she didn’t, she thought) and ask
the intruder what he wanted.
“Well,, what is it?” she quavered
as she opened the huge door.
“M-m-mary, is he yours? You—
you can’t be m-m-married,” said
Andrew’s voice.
Mary began to weep with relief.
“Oh, Andy! I—I thought you were
a burglar. Aren’t you in Korea? I
just board here and baby-sit with
Bill.”
“Not right now. I’m not in
Korea,” laughed Andrew as he
hugged her. “They flew me back
on some special mission with a
brief case. I’m to have four days
off while they prepare the reply
here. I thought—I thought it might
.give us time to get married—if
you want to.”
“Happy New Year!” yelled Bil-
jer k suddenly as the television
screen showed the holiday crowd.
FRIDAY DECEMBER 26, 1962
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the coming year.
THE NOVELTY SHOP
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AT CHRISTMASTIME
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strengthen the will for peace and the brotl ~
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