Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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t ’ 'iSst'A' C—PAGE EIGHT THE NEWBERRY SUN THURSDAY, DECEMBER 26, 1968 % m. May we pause for a moment at this Happy Holiday Season and wish for you and yours an abundance of good cheer. We trust you will think of us as your friend and neighbor . . . and may we take this opportunity to express again our gratitude for your patronage during the f . past year . . . and our pledge to strive to merit i your good will in the years to come. ' \ "J Shealy Motor Co. NEWBERRY, S. C. PROSPERITY, S. C. m m With reverent hearts we pay tribute to Him on this Christmas and hope that His teachings of Peace on Earth and Good Will to Men will find expression throughout the world. May your family enjoy the many rich blessings of Christmas! Ill XG Form 18 CASE FARM MACHINERY DEALER — AND — NEWBERRY RECAPPING CO. J. ELLERBE SEASE NEWBERRY, SOUTH CAROLINA & rs. Applegate Revolt By Shirley Sargent • *T WANTA bike for Christmaa,” A Terry Applegate said positive ly, “a 28 incher.” “Why dontcha ask for a rocket ship while you're at it?” Hartley was fourteen, two vast years older than his brother. “I wanta 28 incher and then' you can have my 24 incher.’’ "That old beat-up job!’’ Terry's red-headed temper was bitingly vocal. “You couldn’t sell that for junk since it got run over.’’ “Oh, you two make me tired with all your arguing,’’ Marcia Apple- gate tossed her blond pigtails dis gustedly. She was ten-and-a-half, blond, pretty and knew her own mind. “Now I’m not asking for expensive things with Daddy work ing only half time. I just wanta dollhouse and some new clothes for Bunny Baby and a parakeet and • • • "And all I want,’’ Mrs. Apple- gate sighed wearily as she glanced up from her pile of ironing, “is peace and quiet! I wanta, I wanta!’’ “All I want,” Mr. Applegate said, “ts peace and quiet.” “Well, Mom,” Terry complained, “Christmas is only a week away and you’ve got to make plans.” “Hartley, fill the sprinkler bottle, will you please?” Mrs. Applegate surveyed her three children with a jaundiced eye. “You’re old enough to know Santa Claus is for little children and, as Marcia mentioned, your father is only working half time so he couldn’t fill the bill even if he wanted to. Don’t any of you T emember what Christmas really means?” A Real Present “Sure,” Hartley said, “we're celebrating Christ’s birthday.” “That’s right and Christ didn’t go around saying T wanta.’ ” Marcia interrupted excitedly. “No, He found out what people wanted and needed and gave it to them.” Mrs. Applegate almost scorched a shirt in her delight at such a discerning answer. “What are we supposed to do about it?” Terry demanded an grily. “Forget that we want any thing?” “Not entirely, though you might as well cross off your grandiose dreams for something more prac tical. Daddy and I simply can’t afford bikes and playhouses this year. You might try thinking about others for a change.” They grumbled awhile, then the three Applegate youngsters began thinking and talking excitedly among themselves. They asked for !a.'-t year’s Christmas cards and an advance on their allowances. Hart ley and Terry got jobs shoveling .‘ now and banked their earnings in an empty jar. Terry spent half his time counting it lovingly though Mrs. Applegate hated to see him caress the grubby coins. Finally, fhree days before Christmas, she and her husband were invited by a formal, misspelled invitation to a council of Christmas. The kitchen table was cleared and the children sat around it soberly. The money jar was in the middle. Christmas For Others Marcia was official spokesman. “We decided Mother’s right, so this year we want to observe Christmas as Christ might have by bringing happiness to others.” Her speech concluded, she grinned, “Besides It’s really more fun. Now here’s the scrapbooks I’ve made for the Children’s Hospital. See I used old Christmas cards in one and magazine pictures in the other.” "I’ve been fixing up toys,” Terry explained. "Old yo-yos, bean bags —though you’ll have to help me Mother, the sewing’s awful hard— and stuffed balls.” Mrs. Applegate felt her hus band’s hand take hers firmly under cover of the table. She hadn’t dreamed of such heartwarming re sults in her revolt against “I wanta.” “What do you have to report, Hartley?” The pride in Mr. Apple gate’s voice was evident. "Well, you know that old man who sella papers at the comer ? He gets pretty cold in that little stand so I’m trying to raise enough money to buy him an electric heater.” Mrs. Applegate winked the tears of pride back. “Doesn’t look like there'll be much peace and quiet around here, but all I want really is happineaa and you three have already given that to ua.” <rmr Wmmdf Each year we greet the Christmas season with greater gladness, be cause it is then that we take time / to tell our friends how much we cherish their friendship. 1 i Because we are proud to num ber you among our friends, and because we are grateful for your patronage, we send this greeting, and with it our sincere wish your Christmas will be most joyous. Filling Station “Next To The Postoffice and Just As Reliable” FRIEND STREET , NEWBERRY, S. C. S One of the deeply genuine joys of Christmas is r— that it give" u-, an cpportuniiy to express appreci ation to our many triends. cacti passing year brings us a higher evalua tion ot the triendships created by these pleasant rKt-ociations. , oo this I loliday Message brings you sincere good wishes tor a very Merry Christmas. fcjUH~a_A MOLLOHON PLANT and OAKLAND PLANT NEWBERRY, SOUTH CAROLINA s mm VJ p* wo sgS ■m mm sJS .'•Cw? M ■ ** & ffi x* m mm •i .x rS O ? .0$ ■■•Aski mM rani .' i,-S.. W;: