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THURSDAY, DECEMBER 25, 1958 THE NEWBERRY SUN By MRS. A. H. COUNTS Miss Sarah Ann Nichols, daugh ter of Mr. and Mrs. Leon D. Nich ols and William Ray McCarley, son of Mrs. Clyde McCarley and the late Mr. McCarley, were mar ried at four o’clock Sunday after noon, December 21 in Aveleigh Presbyterian Church. Dr. Neil E. Truesdell, pastor of the bride, officiated, using the double ring ceremony. The Church was decorated in the traditional green and white. Tall baskets of white gladioli and chrysanthemums and white tap ers in candelabra were used against a background of palms. Darr Wise, organist, and Miss Claudia Setzler, soloist, presented $ $ i y.- s Christmas w f a«l to'* 1 0 \ums” come t«e. sc V y T & C CLEANERS | 1508 Nance St. Newberry, S. C. | ¥ a program of wedding music. The ushers were Blair Martin of Newberry and Clemson College, cousin of the bride, and John Walker Schumpert, Jr., of New berry. Randolph Wilson of Newberry was best man. The bride’s attendants were Miss Betty Ringer of Newberry I and Sumter, maid of honor; Miss I Moriet Nichols of Newberry, sister of the bride, and Miss Eleanor Ridgeway of Gaffney. | They wore full skirted ballerina dresses of aqua blue taffeta. The scooped neckline was bias banded with a bow in center front. The | vertical pleated skirts were ac cented with pert selfbows. Each carried a long stem pink rose. Leon D. Nichols, Jr., brother of the bride, ,was ring bearer. The bride, given in marriage by her father, was lovely in her wed ding gown of traditional bridal taffeta. The neckline was scallop- ped in imported sequin lace. The same lace motif was carried out \ in bands in the bodice as well as in the skirt of brush train length. Her fingertip veil was held in place by a rhinestone crown. She I carried a nosegay of dark pink roses with white net and lace. The mother of the bride wore a beige moiri’ taffeta sheath dress with a large picture collar and a sequin trimmed beige hat and a white rose corsage. The bridegroom’s mother wore a dress of battle ship blue, black accessories and a white rose cor sage. Mrs. Henry Nichols, of Green wood, paternal grandmother of the bride, wore a brown costume with a white carnation corsage. The couple with their parents and the bride’s attendants greeted guests in the church immediately after the ceremony. An informal drop-in for the im mediate family was held at the home of the bride’s parents on Evans Street. The couple left during the af ternoon for a wedding trip. For traveling the bride wore a beige wool suit with winter white hat, luggage accessories and a pink corsage. Mrs. McCarley is a graduate of Newberry High School and New berry College. She is now employ ed as a teacher in the Pickens Public Schools. Mr. McCarley is a graduate of the Newberry High School and is a student at Clemson College. By Fran Pachter r HE STAR of “Bright Days” sat alone in her dressing room earing a look of utter dejection nd bewilderment. Rave notices ^ad preceded the opening of the day and all connected with it had xpected a smash hit on Broadway It was over now, all that remain ed of what had been so promising 'ay scattered about her, blasted by the critics rejection. It seemed un fair that success or failure lay in the hands of a few men whose writ ten word sounded a death knell. They had finished her career with :he stroke of a pen, all quoting: Nell Bellaine has lost her magic, [n her performance tonight she failed to lift the audience out of the present and into the seventeenth century. As a queen she was medi ocre. The play, well written and directed, lost its interpretation due to the stars’ inept presentation. A sad - note on which to begin a New 'Tear. Nell felt the sting of each word from the critics, for deep within herself she knew them to be true. Nell felt the sting of each word from the critics for deep within herself she knew them to be true. The role itself had been dynamic n scope for she began young and iged through the years. Oddly enough the early scenes went well, but as the aging sequence began she sensed her loss of control over the part The reverse should have been the case, for Neil was fifty. Thirty-five years of giving her all to the theater and now to wind up as a has-been! No one would ever again be willing to risk her In a role. The defeating sense of failure Increased as she stared at her self ii the mirror. The heavy makeup she had worn for this last perform ance gave her an unreal, witchlike ippearance in the light of her dressing room. Great Dispair Her black wig was askew for she had warily sunk her head in her uands as she came off the stage. She tore it off now revealing her own red blonde hair. Others were preparing to celebrate the holiday, she thought. What would she cele brate ? A New Year! Another start? The flowers mocked her, mute evidence of luck turned sour fur ther emphasized by the quiet of the room. No clamor of fans beat at her door. No one cares for a has- been. Last year it had been differ ent. Accolades and an uncountable number of curtain calls had her alded her then. That was the the ater: a bright star today; then nothing. She showered find dressed. Slinging her mink across her shoulders she studied herself. Dressed thualy she belied her age and often had been taken fox in her early thrities. It didn’t matter! The sound of her heels were the only sound in the theater hall for she was the last to leave and they echoed ae in a tomb. Causing outside the stage door she looked hopefully for a taxi. She waa startled to hear her name ae «ifomaliar figure emerged from the crowd. “May Z take you home, Nell?” Sound caught In her throat and she couldn't speak. Johnny! Dear old Johnny. He had loved her since their youth. A warmth coursed through her momentarily, driving away her unhappiness. She Knew The Answer She said, “Y«i, I would like for you to. I suppose this is the end of the theater for me, John. I knew the day would come, but I didn’t know it would hurt quite so much. I’ve lost my magic! “You will always have magic for me, my dear.” She lay her hand on his arm and looking up at him felt the love he had for her. With that brief con tact she knew what she must do. She knew surely, and without res ervations, that she was ready to take on a new role. They entered his car, leaving behind the theater, the crowd, and the holiday excite ment. A few days later a society writer spoke of Neil Bellaine, one time star: Nell has taken on her great est role, that of wife, and her hap piness is so evident to all that we know she has gained a new magic, one that is everlasting. Miss Theresa Lightsey left Tuesday for Spartanburg to spend the holidays with her niece, Mrs. Robert Starling. ft ft (S a * £ £ £ £ £ £ £ £ £ £ £ £ i May this Holy Season bring you an abundance of happiness! WICKER MOTOR COMPANY On Cut-Off Newberry, S. C. I § v * Sf g y * i Pickard Rites Held Friday Funeral services for Edward Little ' Pickard, 88, who died Thursday morning at the New berry County Memorial Hospital, were conducted at 3 p. m. Friday at McSwain Funeral Home by Dr. Neil E. Truesdell. Burial was in Newberry Memorial Gardens. Mr. Pickard was born in Lynn, Mass., and was the son of the late Mr. and Mrs. Edward L. Pickard. He had spent most of his life in Westbrook, Maine. Several years ago, he came to Newberry to make bis home with his daughter, Mrs. J. D. French on Walnut Street. Survivors include his daughter, Mrs. J. D. French of Newbeny; one son, John F. Pickard of Au gusta, Maine; four grandchildren and five great-grandchildren. He had served as office man ager of Dana Warp Mills in West brook, ' Maine, for more than 43 years, retifing in 1946. He was a member of Congregational Church in Westbrook and was the first president of the Kiwanis Club and was a member of the Masonic Lodge in Portland, Me. Active pallbearers were Robert Wessinger, Hugh Wessinger,' W. R.’ Reid, Keitt Purcell, Dick Briggs, R. L. Baker, John Chap pell and William Hunter. Mrs. Berley Dies At Age 95 Mrs. Willie Ann Adams Berley, 95, died late Friday at the home of her daughter, Mrs. J. B. (Bun) Shakleford on Harrington St. Mrs. Berley was born in the Mt. Pleasant section of Newberry County and was the daughter of the late Thomas and Epsie Felker Adams. She had made her home in Newberry with her daughter, Mrs. Nannie Shakleford, for the past 25 years. Mrs. Berley was the oldest member of Mt. Pleas ant Methodist Church and was active as long as her health per mitted. Her husband, Adolphus E. Berley, died 25 years ago. Surviving are two sons, E. L. Berley of Columbia; Jim Davis Berley of Pomaria; four daugh ters, Mrs. J. B. Shakleford of Newberry, Mrs. Erlene Ringer of Pomaria, Mrs. Pearl Reese, Mrs. Fonda Ickard, both of Newberry; one sister, Mrs. Clara Dawkins of Ijtewberry; 17 grandchildren; and 15 great-grandchildren. Funeral services were conducted Sunday at 3 p. m. from Mt. Pleas ant Methodist Church by Rev. T. P. Poston. Bux*ial was' in the church cemetery. Active pallbearers were Wood- row Ringer, Ec ward Berley, John Reese, Lewis Ray Ringer, Dewey Icard and Bobby Icard. Honorary escort was composed of stewards and trustees, and J. L. Lindler. Flower attendants were Mrs. Bobbie Studemire, Mrs. W. E. Spearman, Mrs. Phillip Sanders, Mrs. Guy Bowers, Miss Gussie Reese, Miss Carolyn Reese and Miss Andrea Rae Ringer. PROSPERITY NEWS and a piano solo by Mrs. Amick preceded the program, given by Mrs. Wilbur Wessinger, who gave Christmas thoughts. Mrs. John Taylor conducted a Christmas contest with Mrs. Cole Wessinger as prize winner. The climax of the meeting was the exchange of gifts from the gaily decorated tree. The hostess assisted by Miss Wessinger and Mrs. Amick served a salad plate with Russian tea. The annual Christmas meeting of the Iris Garden Club was held last Wednesday with Mrs. Hubert Stockman. Mrs. Hubert Beden- baugh was a guest. Mrs. Tommy Harmon, president, opened the meeting with prayer. Mrs. Lyon Fellers, program leader, gave the story of the Fourth Wise Man. The gleaner, Mrs. W. L. Mathis, read a poem, “Christmas Para phrase.” MTs. Hubert Bedenbaugh was prize winner of recreation, con ducted by Mrs. John Earl Dawk ins. The exchange of gifts added to the Christmas spirit of the meet ing. The refreshments emphasiz ed the Christmas motif. RETURNS HOME FROM HOSPITAL Mrs. George R. Summer, who was a patient in the Columbia Hospital for two weeks following back surgery, returned to her home on Keroes Ave. Tuesday. She will be confined to her bed for the next two months. Miss Margaret Land Keitt, who attends the Assembly Training School in Richmond, Va., and Miss Anna Keitt, a student at the Uni versity of South Carolina, are spending the holidays in Newber ry with their mother, Mrs. J. L. Keitt. By Patricia McCune RIGHT-EYED Julie Foster sat tensely beside her patient hus- Oand, Paul, as he drove the expen sive and not-yet-paid-for car to her /oungest sister’s. “Some Christmas his will be,” Julie grumbled, nod- ling her dark head at the unpre tentious. pile of Christmas pack ages in the back seat. “We just haven’t brought a decent thing.” Paul sighed. “I bought presents for your two sisters, their hus bands, and their kids. After all, you were sick. I did my best." “Oh, Paul, I didn’t mean your shopping wasn’t fine. You know I appreciated it. It’s just — well, we’ve always done so much more, especially for the kids. Last year we got Georgie and Bruce the bikes and the girls those huge play houses.” \ “I bought presents for your two sisters, their husbands, and their kids,” Paul said. As the late afternoon sky gray ed, Paxil pulled into the Sheraton’s long gravel driveway, and ten- year-old Georgie and his younger brother, towheaded Bruce, dashed out to meet them. “Wait for me!” plump Barby called and in a moment there were hugs and kisses and “Merry Christ mases” all around. Jxxlie couldn’t help feeling that Barbara’s three children were disappointed when they discovered the simple-looking Christmas packages on the back seat. A Beautiful Tree “Cynthia and Ski and little Pam will be hers any minute,” Barbara said as Big George herded every one into the old sprawling house. Paxil brought in their gifts, plac ing them carefully around the glit tering tree. How forlorn they seem ed to Jxilie, all in their same store wrappings, all looking outrageously likfc what they were. She didn’t meet Paxil's eyes, but hurried to the door as Cynthia, Ed and seven- year-old Pam arrived. “Did you bring xis something big. Aunt Julie?” Pam asked, jximping excitedly from the car, and in spite of Cynthia's stunned silence and Julie's sickening embarassment, the others laughed- "Why, Pam,” Cynthia scolded, “what a thing to ask!” “Axint Jxilie’s been sick,” Jxxlie explained unnecessarily. “Just got out of bed yesterday.” She saw the exchange of glances between her two sisters. They probably sus pected already that Paul’s business was slipping. Wait xwtil Cynthia saw all the books xinder the tree. Christmas began cold and clear. The day was bright and the eager children awakened early. With the first sign of light, Georgie leaped out of bed. “Get up, get up!” he shouted, bangingon bedroom doors. “It’s Christmas!” Jxxlie had to admit there was laughter and joy and fun All day. No one minded receiving the books. They were even pleased, she thought. “Best Christmas ever,” Barbara said when Jxilie and Paul were leaving. “You say that every year,” Julie laughed. “No. I mean it.” “Me, too,” Cynthia added, and strangely enough, Julie agreed with them. It had been the best Christ mas. She thought about it a lot on the way home. “Do you think it was the best Christmas ever, Paul?” He nodded without speaking. “Why?” “Don’t you know?” Julie Understands “Yes.” She spoke softly, as Paul’s hand closed over hers. “No big presents—” She waited before g-oing on and pressed Paul’s hand againrt her cheek. “Oh, Paul. I didn’t realize. You probably tried ta tell me, but I honestly didn’t know vvt.at the bikes and playhouses were doing to everyone, especially Cynthia and Barbara and—you. I didn’t know our Christmases had oeen tense and frustrating because ' bought things they couldn't afford or their own kids or for each >ther.” “We couldn't afford them, oither.” “I never woxxld have understood .<■ you hadn’t bought the books.” “Well, kids shoxxld have good rooks.” Jxilie smiled. “Merry Christmas, J aul,” she whispered and could ell in the dark, without looking up, :hat he was happy. SEC. A—PAGE FIVE? 2 i If S If If If If 1 y v 2 If g 1 on, sum s« • • • ,..here’s a prayer that oar Savior’s message. Royal Cleaners “BEAUTIFUL DRY CLEANING” 1107 Caldwell Street Newberry mm HOLIDAY CLOSING Offices In The Newberry County Court Howe WILL BE CLOSED FOR CHRISTMAS HOLIDAYS Christmas Eve, Wed., Dec. 24th also Thursday and Friday, December 25th and 26th