Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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m-- PAGE 4—SECTION THE NEWBERRY SUN, NEWBERRY, SOUTH CAROLINA THURSDAY, DEC. 22, 1960 2^ & s# V .’sVs/Ss.'.'f //SSyy.V./S/A ■y. \- V/.y'S'-A y.yy\\ y/yA’.yf.'Ars/.'.yysVj vs.-?/. Yy/'y//yyyY/YAV'Y/.yyyyyyyy/.\ \ d y ,..^y^y/-‘^y>yy R ’.Zwii'kyy ./y •*. wmm ■ * % v^p M&0 M 4y#i ■::■*■: yyyyyy y'l'yyyys.yy.y:: y.yy.yyyyy^ •Tv~.y’yYy‘yjYyyfYyyy. !yX-r-''' ■•■-■■■ •'■• • ' syyyy/A.yYyyyy y. •: >& .0$. SANTA SAYS-. HAVE ? A MERRY t * COONER'S, INC. t x v ^ NEWBERRY, S. C. g »€ 5€<« ? € , € s S , € , €’€«S*S *€«€«€«€«««€ 2». 2. Si 2.2.5.2* 2>« Si aV'/, oci;^- HOLLY, SNOW AND MISTLETOE I ir ■Vk Surrounded by the gay traditions of Christmas, let us not forget the true meaning of this Holy Season. Reason’s H. M. HENTZ & SON Dealers In Pulpwood Since 1929 P. O. Box I8S Newberry, S. C. GREETINGS | FRANK WILSON g UPHOLSTERY SHOP | Frank, “Tra” and Phil g 1324 Lindsay St. g NEWBERRY, S. C. » i May your Holiday season be filled with outstanding happiness and may this blessed Christmas day herald ine fulfillment of all prayers in the hearts of all men for joy and peace to all. Shealy Motor Company PROSPERITY, S. C. NEWBERRY, S. C. ‘THE im By Elizabeth Shafer I T was the day before Christmas. The man at the lot raid, “I can give you this bigger tree for the same price, lady.” Mary Carstairs said quickly, ‘No, thank you, this is just the right size. Will you put it in the car for me, please?” The man set the tiny, perfectly formed fir tree on the back seat of the car. ‘‘There you are, lady. Merry Christmas.” Mary Carstairs looked at him, startled. ‘‘Thank you,” she said. She got into the car and drove ofT, a young woman with dark, sad eyes, her face unnaturally thin. Purposeful At Hempstead’s department store, she moved slowly, purpose fully through the crowded, festive aisles. When she came to the counter with the Christmas deco rations laid out in shining rows of red and green, blue, pink, silver and gold, she waited quietly until a clerk came. “I want six of the small blue ones,” she said, pointing. “Six of the red, six of the gold.” ‘‘They’re cheaper by the dozen, ma’am. Wouldn’t you like to make that two dozen all together?” ‘‘No. Thank you. That’s all I need.” ‘‘Wouldn’t you like some tinsel —or a box of artificial snow?” ‘‘No. Just these.” ‘‘We have a good bargain on lights.” “I want six of the small blue ones,” she said, pointing. “Six of the red, six of the gold.” ‘‘No. Thank you.” ‘‘How about a little angel for the top of the tree? On special sale, since tomorrow is Christ mas.” Mary Carstairs stared at the delicately featured, smiling angel with the tinsel wings. ‘‘Yes. Yes —I will take that.” Holiday Air She moved quickly through the pushing crowds, carrying her par cel. She put the ornaments into the back seat of the car, beside the little tree, and drove through the streets of the town. Windows were gay with holiday offerings, the streets swarmed with laugh ing, last-minute shoppers. Deco rations were hung across the street: loops of evergreen, wreaths and candles, gigantic candy canes. A loudspeaker was blaring, ‘‘Joy to the World.” Mary Carstairs drove out of town, past the houses with their reindeer and Santa’s sleigh on the front lawns, the three wise men, the shepherds, and the manger. She did not look at the manger. It was dusk, and already there were lighted candles and wreaths with colored lamps in the win dows of the houses that she passed. Through the picture win dows she could see the families— mothers and fathers, boys and girls—laughing and eager, deco rating the trees. . . . A Mission She drove on, and at the end of the street she turned the car onto the side road leading away from the town and through the carved pillars with their iron gates. ‘‘Memorial Cemetery,” the sign said. “Gates close at 5:30 p.m.” When she had come to the place, she stopped the car and got out. She carried the little tree and the package of ornaments across the grass, between the headstones. Kneeling, she began to work, swiftly, utterly absorbed. She set up the tree, adorned it with the ornaments of red and blue and gold. At the very last, she took the sweet-faced angel with the tinsel wings and fastened it securely atop the tiny tree. She stood up, brushing her hands on her coat, and looked at her handiwork, looked at the little headstone which read: “Mary Louise, infant daughter of Charles and Mary Carstairs, born Febru ary 5, died September 21.” She stared dry-eyed at the words cut into the stone, then turned and walked slowly back to the car. In the car she hesi tated, looked back. The little tree stood bravely in the fading light, its ornaments gleaming against the softness of the tree. With the Christmas Baby there was bom a new destiny for men. There was bom a new theme for man to live by—peace and good will. He’s Cooing! f nmm KWmm m. (Spartan QuautyjI P. O. BOX 397 You bet he is! Old Santa is on his way by now and as in years past he^l arrive on the dot to spread smiles of happiness to Children everywhere. We hope Santa’s especially good to you. While we wait for his arrival we say, thanks and UvW'CL'd— Spartan Grain 6k Mill Co. Newberry, S. C. - >e». - nw. ^ ton... - ty. ^ .. - Vy. - 'tfx- net n **-Me. i . ■ ✓ .S* { ? (rf \ V. q ; 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. 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. i I Newberry Creamery 916 Harrington Street NEWBERRY, S. C. X