The sun. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1937-1972, December 27, 1956, Image 22
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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
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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!”
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