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PAGE SIX THE NEWBERRY SUN THURSDAY, DEC. 24, 1953 (Merry Christmas... To the many friends we have been privileged to serve during the past year with ft’ , • :• •• * 1 i" Mr III 1 li i MMi i 111* : - j . '/ IC :-M4 r:-:- :•*•:•: 1 COAL 77ZO/U We extend warmest Season’s Greetings and express the sincere hope that the coming year will bring you life’s richest blessings. Farmers Ice & Fuel Co. What Shall I Give At Christmas Give Ear to those who cry for crumbs—and heap their homely leaders high, for lo, the joyous season’s here! and Christmas comes. Give Hands to those who need a guide, nor cast a thought of race or creed, since brotherhood is all worthwhile at Christmastide. Give Steps to those who cannot plod on their own errands to and fro above the crisp December sod as others go. Give Thought to what you best can do to cheer the heart and soothe the mind and make the world seem good and kind to those less fortunate than you. Give Smiles to all whose weary load brings gloom and pain and gray despair, and bends them low o’er life's steep road; for smiles with them are rare. Give knowledge to the dull, un taught, for some there are who do not know ylth what our Christ mastide is fraught; and speak of Him, the Mangerbofn, beneath the Eastern Star’s pale glow. Give Courage to the fearinp band that needs the clasp of friendly hand and cheering smile and all good will; give courage then, to such as they this day. Give Heed to others and their need They know, they feel, they have desire; nor is it what you think is best but rather what they most require than you should give and do and say on Christmas Day. Give Daughter—not the scornful sort, but laughter that abounds with happy, wholesome, merry sounds, and so infectious as to bring a like retort. Give Heart—the heart that beats for all upon this day; the heart that greets the lowly and the high; the heart that grows with sympathy and knows but love for those who pass you by. Give Joy to all—it may be bread for one, or just a smile, or yet a simple toy, or words of praise or even gold—but give them all and you will give but joy. Give Praise to Him, that you have many things; good friends, and health—and life’s long span. Give Prhise to Him for all these things and, best of all, the Brotherhood of Man! And giving these, you will have given more, by for, than prince or potentate or modern Midas— You will have given better things than stocks and bonds or I REMEMBER' BY THE OLD TIMERS Newberry Mills, Inc From Nathan Cooper, Phil Camp bell, Alabama: When duck hunting was a fine sport, as well as prof itable they paid $3 a dozen for mallard ducks and many times you could kill as many as six with one shot. Some hunters constructed a duck blind and shot from them when the ducks flew oyer. I have seen ducks so thick on the water you couldn’t see the water and when they rose, it looked like a big black cloud. This was on Horseshoe Lake in Arkansas in 1903. Now the lake exists, but the hunter’s paradise that surrounded it has become a cotton plantation. From Ira G. Bedell, Mill City, Pennsylvania: I remember my ex periences In the mountains of Northeastern Pennsylvania, in Wyoming County before the turn of the century. In those days the teacher of the **one-room schoolhouse” had the pleasure of furnishing her own transportation in boarding around. Boarding around allowed the teach er to spend one week. Monday through Friday, at the home of different pupils. From Friday eve ning till Monday, the teacher pro vided her own board and lodging. No college education was re quired. All persons of good char acter, suitable age, who could pass the examinations given by the county superintendent could get a license to teach. Send contributions to the col umn to The Old Timer, Commu nity Press Service, Box 39, Frank fort, Kentucky.) lands or diadems— You will have given that which gold, nor favor, nor fear can buy ... You will have given that which He was ever giving to the lowly and the poor Comfort and Strength and Hope and Rest and Courage and Faith—for of these things are the Perfect Christmas Gifts made. Let Nothing You Dismay The familiar Christmas song with its first line “God Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen” will strike a re sponsive chord in the hearts of all Sanatorium patients. “Rest Ye” is the cornerstone on which the cure for tuberculosis is built. The more diligently you go about “lay ing this cornerstone” the faster will your cure be realized. The second line, “Let Nothing You Dismay” might well be a jnes- sage to all humanity. To the patient whose courage is at low ebb, to the soldier on the battle field, to the anxious mothers and fathers, to all the world the song rings out clear and sweet. “Let Nothing you dismay, for Jesus Christ, Our Saviour, was born upon this day.” • The Christmas star shone bright ly on a dark world that first Christmas over nineteen hundred years ago .Our thoughts go back across the years—the fears and hopes, the cities built and buried, the voyages begun and ended, the shouts of joy and the cries of de spair. Through it all there has always been a Christmas. So the message comes to us today, “Let Nothing you dismay.” As long as Christ is reborn in the hearts of man the star of hope will shine for mankind. In a changing world this truth remains constant. Against it no ills, be they atomic bombs or Communist propaganda, can prevail. There will always be a Christmas. Let nothing you dis may! Origin Of The Christmas Tree There have been many myths about the origin of the Christmas tree, but the following ones seem to have lasted through the years. A Scandinavian myth of great antiquity speaks of a “service tree” sprung from the blood- drenched soil where two lovers had been killed by violence. At certain nights in the Christmas season mysterious lights were seen flaming in its branches, that no wind could extinguish. One tale describes Martin Luther as attempting to explain to his wife and children the beauty of a snowcovered forest under the glittering star besprinkled sky. Suddenly an idea suggested ^itself. He went into the garden, cut off a little fir tree, dragged it into the nursey, put some candles on its branches and lighted them There are many more versions of the origin of the Christmas tree. As a regular institution, how ever, it can be traced back only to the sixteenth century. During the Middle Ages it suddenly ap pears in Strassburg; it maintained itself along the Rhine for two hundred years, when suddenly at the beginning of the nineteenth century the fashion spread all over Germany, and by fifty years later had conquerred Christendom. BOYS ARE THAT WAY By J. M. ELEAZER I liked to turn the stuffer that put the meat into the sausage cas ings. When a little was left, I’d shoot that out on the table. They always got after me for that on hog-killing days. And I liked to do "the same thing for the liver pudding too. It was warm and stuffed a lot easier. - Then came the lard, to be press ed out of the cracklings with the same press. We’d turn it until they were pressed as hard and dry as a pone of cornbread. As the sun was touching the treetops in the west, and the frosts of winter were about ready to again fall on hill and vale, we came to the end of our glorious day as kids. They had let us, as usual, stay home for butchering. With everybody tired out, the last act of butchering was to fix about a half dozen pans of “fresh”, we called it, for the neighbors. Each one contained about three feet of sausage, one liver puddin’ with both ends tied together with a string, a small block of the spareribs, and perhaps a batch of the good puddin’ mush that was made by stirring water-ground corn meal in the rich broth left after the puddin’ meat was cooked in the wash pot. We really went for that. It is good served hot right then or cooled in pans, sliced, and fried. We kids would then walk to the nearest neighbors and take their portion. But for those a little far, we rpde a horse and took it. This neighborly act was universal. And it also served another useful pur pose. It made the fresh meat go further and kept you from getting scarce, the neighbors would start bringing you some of theirs. In that way, none spoiled, and all enjoyed it more. Such are memories of child hood, when our folks lived large ly from their small farms in the Stone Hills of the Dutch Fork when I was coming along. HOUDAY NOTICE Christmas is coming we’re all glad for that. Please to put a penny in the old man’s hat; If you haven’t got a penny, a ha’ penny will do. If you haven’t got a ha’penny, God Bless You! , The 4 following Banks will be CLOSED Friday, December 25th and Saturday, December 26th In Observance of Christmas Holidays % South Carolina National Bank Newberry County Bank Newberry Joanna] '7.'Yv. m few sr SENN’S GROCERY 700 O’NEAL STREET NEWBERRY