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PAGE SIX THE NEWBERRY SUN i. > NOTICE The following Beauty Shops will be » CLOSED on iiirsday (Christmas Day), Fri- iy & Saturday, Dec. 25,26 & 27 A Prayer Christmas Friendly Beauty Salon Mi-Lady Beauty Salon Newberry Beauty Shoppe Ritz Beauty Shop God grant this day of Christmas dawn on one honest man . . . On one happy child, secure in the perfect idealism of the very young ... On one act of pure generosity, consecrated to the Christ whose birth we celebrate now ... On one word of peace, spoken in faith to still the clam orous horror of cannon, bomb, and bullet ... / On one dead performed for love and nbt for gain . . . On one leader who himself is not led astray in arrogance bijt humbly guides others in the paths of goodness and true progress ... f On one follower who is willing to play his role not blindly but with the alert and critical wisdom which is the heritage of all people . . . On one great human though that will not be crushed and rent by the cynical, the hopeless, the greedy, and the ignorant. God grant that some essence of these miracles be per formed in all of us, and we shall see a Christmas that is like unto the first one the angels Watched over. Oakland and Mollohon Mills Value Their Friendships In the Newberry Area! In this joyous Christmas Season, we pause to pay tribute to our many friends in this community. We of Oakland and Mollohon Mills extend sincere Holiday Greetings to you all. Under present and previous ownerships the Oakland Mill has been operat- : img in Newberry for 40 years, the Mollohon Mill for 50 years. During these years, the Community has supplied the personnel with which to run . the Mills and the Mills have provided a payroll which represents purchas- Jng power in the town. Both Town and Mills have worked together in peace and harmony. 1 yVITH HOPE AND CONFIDENCE WE APPROACH 19531 A new year brings renewed hope and confidence. Our hope is for \ V- M- Pis m ■ V '■ ' ' imm m mm;. further strengthening of the Textile Market which will provide more work ^ ^and more payroll, dollars. A cotton mill operating at capacity and at a profit means security to the Employees . . . to the Company . . . and to the Com*, munity. Cotton Mills of the Kendall Company ADDISON MILL. EDGEFIELD. S. C. PELZER MILLS. PELZER. S. C. THRIFT MILL. PAW CREEK. N. C. WATEREE MILL. CAMDEN. S. C. OAKLAND MILL. NEWBERRY, S. C. MOLLOHON MILL, NEWBERRY. S. C. DIVISIONAL OFFICE. CHARLOTTE, N. C. COTTON MILLS DIVISION OF fc Kendall Company IS- , ' * et THE SHOEMAKER AND HIS GUEST He was an old shoemaker, loved and honored by all his neighbors, who affectionately called him “Un cle Cobbler.” It was Christmas Eve, and he i sat alone in his little shop, slowly reading from The Book about the visit of the wise men to the Babe in the manger at Bethlehem, and of the gifts they brought. He murmured to himself, “If tomorrow were the first Christmas and if that Babe were to be born in our city this night. I know what I would give i Him!” He rose and took from a shelf two tiny shoes of softest, snow-white leather with bright silver buckles. “I would give Him these, my finest work. How pleased His mother would be! But I’m a fool ish old man, he thought, smiling. “He has no need of my poor gifts.” Replacing the shoes, he blew out the candle and slipped into his bed. Hardly had he closed his eyes, it seemed, when he heard a voice call his name. Instinctive ly, he felt aware of the identity of Ihe Speaker. '‘Uncle Cobbler, you hive longed to see me. Tomorrow I shall pass by your window. If you see me and bid me enter, I shall be your guest and sit at your table.” The old shoemaker did not sleep that night for joy. Before it was yet dawn, he rose and swept and tidied up his littl^ shop. He re arranged what little furnishings he had, and spread green boughs of fir along the rafters. On the spotless, linen-covered table he placed a loaf of bread, a jar of honey, a pitcher of milk, and over the fire he hung a pot of coffee. When all was in readiness he took up his vigil at the window. He was certain he would know the Visitor. Prom chilhood had he not gazed in love and reverence at His image above the great altar in the cathedral? Then as he watched the driving sleet falling upon that deserted street, he thought of the joy that would be his when he sat down and broke bread with his Guest. Soon, he saw an old street- sweeper pass by, blowing npon his thin, gnarled hands to warm them. "Poor fellow, he must be half frozen,” thought the shoemaker. Opening the door, he called out to him. “Come in, in^ friend, and warm, and drink a cup of hot cof- f**” No further urging was need ed, and the man gratefully accept ed the invitation. An hour passed. Then the shoe maker noticed a young, miserably clad woman, carrying a baby. She paused wearily to rest in the shelter of his doorway. The heart of the old cobbler was touched. Quickly he flung open the door. “Come in and warm while you rest,” he said to her. "You do not look well,” he remarked. “I am going to the hospital. I hope they will take me in, and my baby boy,” she explained. “My husband is at sea, and I am ill, without money.” “Poor child!” cried the old man. “You must eat something while you are getting warm. No? Then let me give a cup of milk to the lit tle one. Ah! what a bright, pret : ty little fellow he is! Why, you have put no shoes on him!” “I have no shoes for him,” sighed the mother. “Then he shall have this lovely pair I finished yesterday.” And the old shoemaker took down from the shelf the soft little snow- white shoes he had looked at the evening before, and slipped them on the child’s feet. They fitted perfectly. Shortly after, the poor young mother went on her way, tearful with gratitude, and the old cobbler resumed his post at the window. Hour after hour slipped by, and while many people passed and many neegy souls shared the hos pitality of the old cobbler, the expected Guest did not appear. Finally, when night had fallen, he retired to his cot with a heavy heart "It was only a dream,” he sighed. “I did hope and be lieve, but He has not come.” Suddenly, so it seemed to his weary eyes, the room was flood ed with a glorious light, and to the cobbler's astonished vision there appeared before him, one by one, the poor street-sweeper, the sick mother and her baby, and all the folk whom he had aided during the day. Each smiled at him, then said the Voice again: Have you not seen me? Did I not sit at your table?” And all was still. Out of the silence came the echo of familiar words: “Whosoever shall receive one such little child in my name, receiveth me. “I was hungered and ye gave me meat; thirsty and ye gave me drink; a stranger and ye took me in. “Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.” FRIDAY, DECEMBER 26, 1962 J)®¥ 7® m TSUQS CUMStfi May the quiet peace of Christmas , > Be blended into a true gladness # that will remain with you v • i the whole year long. iff '\ t a, • At M t vs*- •w* f .>Yv 1-i • i wr*A«fjr* ..*•.> Vf- Mi Si— i » m m ’m . City Barber Shop 1416 Main St. Roland Felker’s Barber 1200 College St. Newberry Hotel Barber Shop Caldwell Street . We will be closed Christinas Day, December 25, ai Friday, December 26th. -k £jj|i , N ./— ........ ...... i ' Mm \W \ % u . V /?: / V / \\ % * a * « ;< «• \\ N / + • A / / V \ AMERICAN LEGION POST