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SECTION 2—PAGE 6 THE NEWBERRY SUN THURSDAY, DECEMBER 27, 1956 SAT, NOW . . . From the looks J. of things, it appears this yonng gentleman has some serious doubts about the merits of the stocking hanging over his fire place. Blaybe he thinks it Is much too small to hold all the things Santa will bring or per haps he thinks Christmas has al ready arrived and the stocking appears much too empty. How Santa Claus, Ind., Got a Famous Name ▲ familiar looking old gentleman with a red suit and a white beard was partially responsible for nam ing the town of Santa Claus, Indi ana. Except for a lucky break, the town might have had another name and thus would not have enjoyed the annual fame that it enjoys with each Yuletide season. Originally the name Santa Fe was chosen, but officials in Wash ington suggested another name be chosen, since there already was a Santa Fe in New Mexico. So it was that on Christmas Eve, in 1882, citizens of the nameless town gathered to select another name. Suggestions were tossed about for some time, until Santa Claus, making Jiis yearly visits I m the neighborhood strode in to I get warm. He was attired in proper costume and his arrival seemed to put one name in every mind. And so the town was named Santa Claus. President Theodore Roosevelt, an ardent conservationist, once * disapproved of Christmas trees and for several years forbade any being brought into the White House. But one year nis sons, Archie and Quentin, smuggled one in and set it up in Archie’s room. After the discovery, Gifford Pinchot, a great forester and conservationist, soothed T. R. by explaining that su pervised and careful harvesting of Christmas trees — as thinnings — was good for the forests. Ever since, the White House has had an indoor tree. BY ROB E. MACK ««CEE here, Janie—ever since I ^ put that engagement ring on your finger, you’ve been trying to put a ring through my nose. And I don’t like it!” Bill Rook scowled down at the cuddlesome blonde as he held her coat. Janie Lynd put one arm into the coat and batted her big blue eyes at him, a teasing pout on her kiss- able red lips. “But, honey—” she cooed, “I only suggested that you wear white shirts for evening, instead of those gaudy colored things. And you al ways have that bunch of pens and pencils sticking out of your pocket. Most men wear a neat white hanky. Besides, if you didn’t carry those pencils you wouldn’t be tempted to doodle on tablecloths and menus. That’s an awful habit. Bill. Why don’t you make some resolution for the New Year?” ‘‘Oh, ye gods!” Bill reached for his hat, then faced her with a bel ligerent chin. ‘‘Look,—I wasn’t go ing to tell you this, Janie—but you’ve made me the laughing-stock of the office. Every morning the gang inspects me to see what new changes you’ve made. First, I shaved off my mustache, then I gave up cigars and began wearing Janie Lynd put one arm into the coat and batted her big blue eyes at him. these silly bow ties. I suppose after we’re married, you’ll be telling me what to eat and when to breathe. No wonder \ they call me ‘The Mouse.* Della says you’re wreck ing my personality.” Janie backed up and collapsed on the sofa. “Della?” she bristled. ‘'That—that peroxide tele-phony I met at the Christmas party?” “Della is not a phony,” said Bill in icy accents. “She happens to be a very intelligent young woman, who appreciates a man without trying to reform him.” Janie gave a delicate snort. “Well! If dear Della’s opinion means more to you than mine, maybe you’d better take her out tonight.” N Good Suggestion “That,” said Bill with madden ing male calm, “is the best sug gestion you’ve made. And don’t think she won’t accept. Della likes me just as I am—doodles and all. Goodnight.” The door closed be hind him. “He—wouldn’t—dare!”, gasped Janie, her blue eyes wide with amazement. Bill’s car shot away from the curb just as Janie reached the door. She hailed a passing cab and fell into the seat, breathless. “Follow that green convertible!” she told the driver. They chased Bill for five blocks through the heavy traffic. Janie’s heart sank as he turned off and headed across the Maple Park Bridge. He was taking the shortest route to Della’s house. “Never mind, driver,” Janie said wearily. “Go straight ahead. Take me to—to The Domino on Tenth Street.” That was the restau rant where she and Bill had been going for dinner. Would he take Della there? She had to know, even if it hurt. And it djd, just thinking about it. Lost in Crowd The Domino was crowded, but Janie found a booth in the rear. She ordered a sandwich and coffee to pacify the waiter, then focused her eyes on the revolving door. The soft music and pleasant hum of conversation brought back me mories of all the happy hours she’d spent there with Bill A lump set tled in her throat and froze there as a willowy blonde in a red coat came through the door, followed by Bffl. They took a booth up front and Janie could just glimpse the elbow of Bin’s dark suit resting on the table. Any minute now, he'd puU out a dark pencil and begin doodl ing on the white place-mat. Three cups of coffee and a cara mel sundae later, Janie saw them leave. She gathered up her purse and walk to the cashier’s desk. As she passed the empty booth, her eyes wandered to BiU’s place- mat,' and a beautiful smffe lit her face. The mat was covered with doodles in the shape of hearts. The hearts were joined by shaky arrows and alternately labeled: “JANIE” and “BILL”. And be neath were the words,” Happy New Year!” * ¥ y y y § y y y y y y s I y y y y y y y y t. y g y y A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A 1 A A A A 1 A A A E. C. 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