The sun. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1937-1972, December 26, 1952, Image 6
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THE NEWBERRY SUN
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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 ...
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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.
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