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PAGE TWO m THE NEWBERRY SUN . ?»@vjsnei THUKSDAY, DECEMBER 23, 1964 R-'V'VV' '' •/ . f' l y t is particularly encouraging and pleasing to experience the true spirit of good fellowship that is so much in evidence at this time of each vear - Christmas. We like it because * it affords us the opportunity o£ ex pressing our sincerest thanks for the i opportunity of serving you in die year just closing. So, as we say thanks, we are sending you the cheeriest compli ments of the Season. MURRAY LUMBER CO. 913 CLINE STREET NEWBERRY, S. C. — X Wfiitpr / m. be xnindfttl of our As Americans, let U * ^“ christmas, % great privilege to worstap God. Tins ^ le t us give thanks lor the Pnnce ^ " ^ Peace, whose birth brought new hope and _ understanding to rise worid. Let us agam — - — - in for divine gindance ^ \\ th£rr govern witfe .leaders that they wisdom. ***-^ ««*e 40 provide unity and peace ^ “«***'****■ GILDER & WEEKS DRUG STORE NEWBERRY, S. C. JOANNA, S. C. I : GIFTS: By Brace Shelly u rN H NO!” said Brad Carr. ‘The Simpsons! We’ve completely forgotten the Simpsons!” He plopped himself into the easy chair, still holding the precari ously-balanced stack, of gifts in his arms. “Who?” asked his young wife. “The Simpsons. The couple that used to livo next door to Dad. You remember, last Christmas they gave us that candy dish and we were so embarrassed because we hadn’t bought anything for them. And now this year we did it again!” Margie Carr scowled, her pert face filling with little wrinkles of child-like concern and attractive* ness. “Oh dear!” she said. “Wouldn’t you Just know it” She slumped on the arm of her husband’s chair. “What will we do?” “Too late now to buy something for them. Stores are closed. We’ll “Oh, dear!” she said, “wouldn’t yon Just know it!” Just have to give them something we already have here in the house.” Brad said. * “We can’t do that Honey. I wouldn’t feel right about it” Margie pensively chewed at her' lower Up. “What do we have?” Rising slowly from his chair. Brad walked around the small liv ing room. “Whatever it is, it should be on a par with that candy dish they, gave us last year.” He tentatively examined several of the articles that filled the bric-a- brac shelf. “How about this one?” he asked. “Which one?” “This green vase — the small one. It should equal a candy dish any day.” Margie crossed the room to where Brad was standing. “It’s very pretty, aU right. I guess maybe it would do. It doesn’t look damaged — no chips or anything.” “Why don’t you wrap it. Honey,” Brad said. *T’U puU the car out’ in front and load in the rest of the packages.” None Too Soon A few minutes later, as he was climbing out of the car. Brad noticed a pleasant middle - aged couple heading up the steps of his house. He gulped as he recognized them. That had been a close caU! “Hello, Mr. Simpson! ,r he caUed. “Mrs. Simpson! Merry Christmas! We were Just heading over your way.” The couple turned to greet him. In Mr. Simpson’s hand was a small, neatly-wrapped package. “We were just bringing your gift by.” Mr. Simpson said. “Merry Christmas to you.” “Won’t you come in?”\ asked Brad. “Margie has your present inside.” He crossed his fingers. He HOPED Margie had wrapped the green vase by now. As usual, Margie had taken care of her little task with wifely dis patch. The vase was wrapped and waiting on the living room table. Inwardly feeling a greet surge of relief. Brad handed the package to the Simpsons. Troth Awakens When the thank-you’s had been exchanged and a few moments properly dedicated to small talk, the Simpsons excused themselves, stating that they had a number of calls yet to make. As Margie closed the door be hind them she burst into giggles. “Golly! That’s one time my hus band was on the job. We would have felt just horrible to slight them again this year. They are sensitive. I’m glad you talked me into giving them the vase. I won der what they gave us?” “That’s easy to find out,” said Brad. He tore eagerly at the wrapping on the Simpson’s pres ent. “No, he said when it was opened. “Oh no!” He held up a candy dish. “They gave us the same thing as last year.” “Margie looked thoughtful. “That’s funny,” she mused. “I wonder why they did that.” *T don’t know,” said Brad. “Un less ...” A grimace of pain crossed his brow. “Unless they . .” “They did!” cried Margie. “I just remember now, they did. It wasn’t the candy dish they gave us last year. It was the green vase.” LOADS a&od. TO OUR FRIENDS Sam Cook’s Beer Parlor Martin Street NEWBERRY, S. q. Mg Because we are proud to call you our friends, we extend to you and yours every good wish for the Holiday Season. «kr. : ■ •• HUNTER 'J.Sm ml ill. yiite l - :w •*.> 'i I ; , / - Laancs MM vi- fMc) s ; ■■■' ■ S- 'SfM : ’ WM Is k the opportunity to gain and receive . A ' nice presents... to enjoy Christ- i \ \ mas dinners... to extend greetings to fill friends? All of V ' y-.i , m SHE® M of / v- V; ■ „w'N> v ^ course, bttt the real significance should predominate our thinking today. Let us not forget we are observing the birth pf Him whose teachings can make possible a world of lasting Peace and Happiness. May we become more and more aware of true significance of J 1 'JVrZ.-a ■km • t / Mr. and Mrs. Roy .Whitaker and two children, Claire and Doggett Jimmy Stilwell Wilbur Boozer Clay Ballentine fc George Rodelsperger A. Brodie (Carrie Lyles, Maid) TiY Whitaker Funeral Home 1704 College St. Newberry, S. C. I'M *;4 /