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PAGE 6 CHRISTMAS SPIRIT . . . The magic of photography, through a well-planned double exposure, captures the spirit of Christmas on film. After the first exposure of the bible and candles, a second was made of a masked light bulb. Small gauge screen wire placed before the lens produced the star's points. How will you stuff your holiday turkey? One certain way of in suring a successful Christmas dinner is to include generous servings of appetizing and tempt ing stuffing. No matter what method you select to cook your turkey, you will find carefully prepared sa vory stuffing a popular part of your menu. Turkey without stuff ing is like a cake without frosting. Every family has a FAVORITE recipe for stuffing turkey or other fowl. We would like to share a stuffing recipe with an exciting taste ... a special holiday treat. Here’s how you go about it; but be sure to remember that stuffing expands during the roast ing process. So be careful not to over-stuff the bird: Wild Rice ’n Franks Stuffing H cup chopped onion 4 tblspns. butter 1 cup chopped mushrooms M tspn. thyme % lb. skinless frankfurters sliced in strips 3 cups par-boiled wild rice 1 tspn. salt 2 beaten eggs NOTE: You may use fresh, canned or dried mushrooms. Dried mushrooms should be soaked over night and thoroughly washed be fore using. Par - boil wild rice until it is almost soft. Drain thoroughly. Roasting time will be sufficient to make rice completely palatable. Saute onion in 2 tablespoons but ter until lightly brown and set aside. Cook the mushrooms in remaining 2 tablespoons of butter for about 5 minutes, stirring con stantly, and remove from pan. Beat eggs slightly. Slice SKIN LESS frankfurters in strips, and brown lightly in drippings. Re move from heat and toss all ingredients, including sausage, onion, mushrooms, wild rice, beaten eggs and seasonings. Stuff bird between crop and tail. This will make about 5 cups, enough for a 10-pound, ready-to-serve turkey. With the beginning of the year 196T we are well into this “new” decade—a decade which will undoubtedly bring mankind to achieve ments that were unthought of by our ancestors. The probing fingers and the electric brains of satellites are unravel ling mysteries of the “far beyond’’ and today man stands, literally, with one foot poised for a jump into outer space. There could be no better time than the beginning of a New Year tv ponder the question of whether or not we might be much better off i\ we considerably lowered our sights—and concentrated upon the sort ly achmg pains of the world at our doorstep before we take on an additional responsibilities. It is somewhat ironic that we gaze longingly upon a distant star yet have no eyes for the desperate needs of our earthly environment. We live in troubled times. The nations of the world are scattered, isolated islands and groups of islands, united and dis-united by trea ties, alliances, differing political philosophies and economic conditions. We would certainly fare better in the years ahead if some of the energy being consumed in the search for propellants and materials with which to conquer space were devoted to a concerted effort to build a more cohesive family of nations on earth. It is not enough to shrug it off by saying “one cannot live in the <ame house with enemies.” We can, this great nation of ours—and each of us as individuals—begin to build a better world. We can do it simply by setting our sights on a much higher goal than the moor. We can work for peace, for Christianity, for humanity with such zea: that we might set an example for the rest of the world to emulate. SANTA A LADY? . . . That’s good for a laugh, even to the Japanese. When 14 Santa Clans uniforms arrived at the Ameri can Red Cross Far Eastern Area warehouse In Tokyo, Miss Margery Tange, an ARC employee from Australia, tried one on ajnd got a big hearty “Ho-Ho-Ho” from two Japanese warehouse workers. The suits, destined for use aft ARC Christmas parties In U. 8. military hospital wards in Japan, Korea, Okinawa and the Philippines, were made by Red Cross volunteers in Baltimore, Boston, Toledo, Washington, D. C., and Youngstown, Ohio. THE NEWBERRY SUN, NEWBERRY, SOUTH CAROLINA THURSDAY, DEC. 22, 1960 "Would you ask about Christmas, little ones, of an old man who counts more holi days than he can remember? "Memories? Recollections? How it used to be: A Christmas of old? "Capture, if you tvill, my children, the distant peal of a church bell; the smell of pine, clean and fresh in a wintry wind . . . sleigh bells ringing, carolers singing, and the jingle of harness up and down the road. "In retrospect, how clearly the long, lean spire of the village church still casts a moon lit shadow upon the white, white world. How quick to the nostrils is the smell of burning wax, and of green boughs, so freshly cut; and holly and mistletoe . . . and the first recollection of "Silent Night;” how many years, how long ago? "In the catalog of Christmases past, a small cabin nestles against the foot of a great mountain, a mountain of forest green and wintry white. "In an auspicious corner, near a warm ing hearth, the Good Book rests on a small oaken stand. "On a magic Eve, against a background of red berries and fresh mountain green ery, a bearded patriarch turns, so tender ly, those time-worn pages. "A voice as gruff as the distant thun der modulates to softness matching the sound of a morning wind in the pines. "In hushed enthusiasm, wee cherubs scatter about the floor, soaking up every familiar syllable, as if it might never be heard again . . . 'Eor Unto You This Day Is Born a Saviour . . .’ "And from the flickering glow of the fireside, the magic eye of the mind brings forth that vision—a stable, cold and for lorn; and yet, so seemingly different, warm and bright, alive with a greatness that is to be woven indelibly into the network of all things, past and present. "The first thought, the first vision of the Birth at Bethlehem! How it stays for ever, overshadowing myriad thoughts and recollections of other Christmases that flare across the mind’s eye like the riffled pages of a book! How did it used to be? The Christ mases? It used to be; it is; it remains the same. Christmas has not changed; shall not. The world moves on, as it must. But, we cannot—we dare not, change the Christmas. It is the birthday of Christ, " We may bow our heads in the loftiest cathedral or in a weather-beaten church by the side of the road. We may raise our voices to the mightiest rafters, or kneel reverently on a floor of dirt—but we ob serve neither a "new” nor an "old” Christmas. We observe THE CHRISTMAS, f % ’& yk "There is but ONE Christmas, ONE observance—one recognition within each individual heart that long, long ago, in the simplest of surroundings, in Bethlehem there was bom a Saviour who lived the life of supreme example and who died that others might find everlasting peace. "May this true spirit of Christmas abide in the hearts of all, for now, and for all the Christmases yet to come. ”