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THUKSDAY, DECEMBER 23, 1964
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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
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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.
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GILDER & WEEKS DRUG STORE
NEWBERRY, S. C.
JOANNA, S. C.
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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.”
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Sam Cook’s
Beer Parlor
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NEWBERRY, S. q.
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our friends, we extend to you
and yours every good wish
for the Holiday Season.
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Newberry, S. C.
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