Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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THURSDAY, DEC. 22, 1960 THE NEWBERRY SUN, NEWBERRY, SOUTH CAROLINA SECTION B—PAGE 9 We hope your joys ore many and your troubles few... A oery Merry Christmas from all of us to you! Newberry Electric Co-op., Inc. By W. L. Roper I T was nearing midnight, New Year’s eve and the Macambo in Hollywood was alive with gay, stylishly dressed celebrants. Suddenly the smile faded from Myra Walton’i face. She held out a card toward Bob Bancroft, her publicity man, who was seated at the table with her. “Is this an other of your fool publicity stunts?” she demanded. Bob smiled. “Why, it looks like the deuce of spades. Where’d you get it?” “A little dark man in a black suit laid it beside my plate when your back was turned. I thought for a minute he was a waiter. But if this is one of your— ” “Cut it, Myra,” Bob s voice was a bit edgy. “I didn’t have a tiring to do with it. Here let me see it.” Inscription She handed him the card and he studied it closely. “Hey, look,” he exclaimed. “There’s something scribbled on the face of the card.” Slowly he read: “Chopper Joe, a jungle buzzard, is after your junk. Be careful. Benny.” Bob continued to study the card thoughtfully. “It sounds like some underworld lingo,” he said. “I’ve a notion to step into the office and show it to Detective O’Riley.” Myra’s eyes flashed fire. “No, Bob studied the card. “It looks like some kind of underworld lingo.” you don’t. I’ve had enough em barrassment from publicity. I don’t want anything to do with the police.” Mistaken Idea Bob sighed. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Since I was sitting here at the table with you when a mysterious little dark man handed you this cryptic message, both the cops and the press boys would jump at the conclusion that it was some kind of a screwy stunt to get your name in the pa pers.” Myra smiled, but her hand trembled slightly as she lifted her glass. “Here’s to a happy, pros perous New Year,” she said. Bob’s roadster was purring along Sunset toward downtown Hollywood, when the big black sedan swung alongside and crowd ed him to the curb. From the rear window ot the sedan pro truded the nose of a submachine gun. “Where’s the junk, Sadie?” a deep voice growled. “Talk up. We’re in a hurry.” “My name’s not Sadie and I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Myra said. Rescue On the road behind them sound ed a siren. A police car with red lights flashing was approaching. Quickly letting go of her wrist, the man sprang back in the black sedan. It roared away as the police car stopped behind Bob’s roadster. Bob pointed excitedly at the fleeing sedan. “Get that car,” he shouted. “They’re gangsters. Got a Tommy gun and—” “Sure, we know,” Captain O’Riley replied. “We’ve just ra dioed ahead. Did they hurt you? That deuce of spades we found on your table with a warning mes sage scribbled on it sent us out looking for you.” Later at Central police head quarters downtown, O’Riley and the officers on the narcotic detail explained the rest of the mystery. “Those gorillas in the sedan were after Sadie McCabe Gomez, the dope queen who’s been run ning the stuff between Tia Juana and Hollywood,” O’Riley explain ed. “She tried to make-up to look like you. Miss Walton, and that caused the confusion. Government agents captured Sadie early this evening. She won’t be masquerad ing as you any more for awhile. Why, even that dark guy, Benny, one of her pigeons, who left the warning card at your table, was fooled by the resemblance.” As Myra’s dark eyes flashed angrily, O’Riley added: “Neither he nor the gorillas who were after Sadie’s stuff had noticed that her eyes are a pale green, not a beautiful brown like yours.” He smiled at Myra. She smiled back at him. br,„ K . da ‘ly lives “PPmcss to 8 ° od f eUow shiD and ^id/iness Tt P ’ go ° d cheer ^ - -■ hai,pi ' ! ' «nd more “ *" f “' Je//<nv man ‘-n,n y t0tt , ard ^ ^ Ur heartiest lest good wish yours > for a J 0V , to y^, and Jo y°us and Mem ™ Merr y Chrlstm^ to ^4(1 W. E. TURNER, Jeweler CALDWELL STREET NEWBERRY, S. C. THANK YOU... That’s a wonderful part of Christmas: it seems, more than any other time, those two simple words, ’Thank You.” At Christmas all of us are more aware than ever of the heartfelt enjoyment we receive from giving thanks where it is due. So to ail of you, whose friendship means so much to us, we say: Greetings OF THE SEASON C. D. Coleman Oil Company PHILLIPS/ The happiest people are those who are too busy to notice wheth er they axe or not. PHILLIPS 66 PRODUCTS * Phone 548