Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

Below is the OCR text representation for this newspapers page. It is also available as plain text as well as XML.

THURSDAY, DEC. 24, 1953 THE NEWBERRY SUN PAGE FTYR WE GREET THE I i Chris tmas Reason WITH GLADNESS It is an'opportunity to look back with warm thoughts of apprecia tion for the deep and lasting friend ships that have been formed in the year just closing. We acknowledge your friendships with a pledge to do all possible to merit a. continua tion of your fine patronage in the future. Merry Christmas to all! 1 si* ■ U jiMrxW&M&R Si: . •: Y: ! : 'W. ODORLESS CLEANERS FRIEND STREET It is with profound pleasure and appre ciation that we take this means of ex pressing our sentiments of Season's Good Cheer to the friends and customers of this firm. Your liberal support is valued most highly by the employees and manage ment. Your cooperation is best manifest has been our pleasure, and we are glad to express our thanks. May we continue to serve you in the future? We have set our goal to even more efficient service, and we desire the privilege of showing you how sincere we really are. Again we say, 'Thank you." College Street Texaco Station * By SHIRLEY SARGENT N ACCOUNT of being the old- est in a big family. I’ve been baby sitting longer than I remem ber. Since I was twelve—that’d be four years now that I’m with in hinting distance of my sixteentl birthday—I’ve been sitting for other people for pay. I’ve always welcomed jobs but tonight what I'd welcome is a date—so what happens? Four times I’m called to our wall phone and four times I have to turn people down ’cause I already promised the Laytons. The Laytons are kinda old to have Jennie, four, and Jimmy, six, but they planned it so their first two would be grown-up be fore they had any more. Anyway, nobobdy calls me for a date, not that anyone does very often, so I’m off for an evening of fun and hilarity. Baby sitting, haw! They aren’t babies, and tcy and sit with those two. For ex ample, Jennie gnaws a fruitcake while I’m helping Jimmy with his train, they have two fights, Jimmy turns on all the lights as fast as I turn them off and finally Jennie knocks the Christmas tree over. It was a big tree with a standard and all, but she catches it with her jump rope. Quick-like I run in and pull out the plug, thanking my stars that/ no fire started, then herd them up to bed. Three stories later they’re both asleep and I hurry down to wash the dishes. Tired now, I’m thinking of the good time my friends are having and wondering again why I don’t nave more dates. The hall mirror shows the same old reflection. Mim | I ■ -x , : r ' • i 2 ! ii I 2 2 “Oh, please,” his face is all eager, “stay. I hate to be alone.” Short brown hair, browp eyes and a big mouth that hides my crooked teeth, if I don’t forget and grin. Soon’s I have a little more money, I can afford braces. Jennie yells and I wake her from a nightmare. By the time I’m back downstairs, it’s nearly ten o’clock and I’ve still got that darned tree to set up. Like I say, it’s a beautiful big tree, ceiling high, loaded with decorations. There I am half under the tree, trying to hold it straight and keep the globes on at the same time, when I hear the front door open. Somebody yells, “Anybody home?” I’m so startled I let the tree sway, so this voice yells, “Tim ber!” and a long arm grabs for the trunk. Looking up between the branches, I see a tall, dark-haired boy, neither handsome nor home ly. “Thanks,” I’m a little breath less. “I’m Oliver Layton,” he ex plains, “isn’t that a heck of a name?” Pine needles are thick in the air. “Not so awful,” I laugh back, “I’m Margie, the sitter. Your folks are out.” “I know. Look here, can’t we do something about this tree?” A few minutes later we collapse into chairs, staring at the still- lovely tree. “Thanks so much. Can I get you something to eat or any thing?” “Say, that’d be keen. Would you?” Well, of course, I do and, while Oliver eats, he tells me how he’s staying at a friend’s this vacation but decided to come home and take his girl to a dance. “So I called her and came clear in by bus, but she didn’t wait. She went with somebody else. Heck,” he grins, “now I’m sorta glad she stood me up.” “I’d better be on my way now that you’re here to baby sit,” I say reluctantly. “Oh, please,” his face is all eager, “stay. I hate to be all alone.” Back in the living room then, he asks me all about the kids and about me until, to hear us talk, you’d think we were old friends. I like the way he talks, slow and quiet, and the way his grin lights up his whole face. He tells me about boarding school and his friends and what he wants to do. Suddenly, he jumps up. “Let’s dance. We can roll up the rug . . It turns out we’re both such sad dancers we have to take our shoes off so’s not to hurt each other. But we laugh a lot and the radio sounds fine and I fit right into Oliver’s arms. At midnight, he kisses me lightly on the cheek. Well, it’s the happiest sitter’s eve I’ve ever spent and, from the look in his eyes, I can tell it’s going to be a Happy Holiday. Christmas Tree Industry Is Bit, Business in U.S. The Christmas tree industry is big business in the United States —better than $50,000,000 an nually. The majority of our trees come from New England, New York and Pennsylvania, the north Middlewest, and the Northwest Pacific regions. In recent years. New Jersey has annually marketed around 100,- 000 trees. Most of the trees for Christ mas sales are cut early in the fall and Hie trees are kept green with plenty of water until shipped to distribution centers. Some mass producers, how ever, cut trees early in the new year, and treat them with pre servatives and coloring solu tions for storage in chilled warehouses. Dr. Clement Moore Was Ashamed of His Famous Poem Dr. Clement Clarke Moore was ashamed of his famous poem, “Night Before Christmas” and would not acknowledge that he wrote it for more than 20 years. Today, the poem which begins— "Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;— is one of the most beloved of all Christmas writings. Dr. Moore was an aloof profes sor of Greek and Oriental litera ture in the Episcopal Seminary in N$w York. He wrote the poem on Christmas Eve 1822 and read, it to his seven children. He had not planned for the poem to go further than his own family, but a relative who was visiting the Moores put a copy in her diary. The next year the relative’s father sent it to a newspaper. Other newspapers printed the jingles and they quickly became known all over the country. The dignified Dr. Moore was embar rassed and considered it beneath a man of his scholastic standing to be the author of children’s jingles. Twenty-two years later, how ever, he finally publicly admitted authorship of the jingles and it was published in book form under his name for the first time. Make Gifts Attractive Make your Christmas package attractive because half of the pleasure of the gift is the wrap ping and opening a beautiful pack age. Use plenty of ribbon and gay colored paper. Add bells and Christmas ornaments to the bows. Tie ribbon about the corners and put the bows off-center to make the packages distinctive. A lit tle disguising by putting small boxes in larger ones before wrap ping adds to the mystery of the gift. Miriam Alvarex and Sally Loesch, employees of the New Terli Telephone Company, are surrounded by the dolls the workers dis tributed last year to 95 of New York’s charitable institutions. It was one of the largest collections in the annual affair’s 35 year history. gMgsa&gggg&aK&i % K . *' ' t" v This Holiday Season gives us the pleasure of expressing our gratitude for your friend ship and patronage during the past year. Here, in this land where everyone enjoys so many freedoms, thankfulness is more than just a sentiment of the season, it is a feeling for all time. It is our pleasure to serve you, and our purpose to merit a' continuation of your fine 4 friendship and patronage. FAIRFIELD FOREST PRODUCTS CO. AND THEIR EMPLOYEES * • Subsidiary of Champion Paper & Fiber Corp.