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THE NEWBERRY SUN, NEWBERRY, SOUTH CAROLINA
THURSDAY, DECEMBER 21, 1961
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CHRISTMAS!
May your holiday be as bright as Santa s
red suit, as gay as his twinkling eyes and
as wonderful as the tradition of St. Nick!
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JOYOUS NOEL
Wertz Music and Appliance Co.
932 Main Street
Phone 470
Clara D. Werts — Mabel H. Slaton — David Bowers
Edward Lominack — Rachel Bedenbaugh
Kenneth Nelson — Dewey Coates
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By
HELEN WHJTMER GARBER
G EORGE BARTLETT was dis
gusted with the wind that
howled around the building, with
the snowflakes that he could see
through the plate glass windows,
above all, he was disgusted with
himself. Why hadn’t he gone
through on the train instead of
waiting for Ed Gordon to pick
him up in this God-forsaken
place? He knew why. It was be
cause he didn’t have the nerve
to tell Jacqueline that he’d failed.
He had a hunch that it would
mean the end of everything be
tween them. Jacqueline didn’t
have much time for failures.
Right now in his mind’s eye, he
could see her getting ready for a
party and he was pretty sure that
Jim Crandall would be in attend
ance. Jim hadn’t failed to get a
big job. He was a key man in his
company at the age of twenty-
seven.
His clear, beautiful tenor rang
out in utter self-forgetfulness.
George was so occupied with
his gloomy thoughts that he didn’t
see the brisk little woman come
through the swinging door, cross
the lobby and say something to
the hotel clerk.
An Invitation
“Anybody in here want to go
Christmas carolling?’’ The clerk
addressed the entire room.
Three men got up from their
chairs, grinning sheepishly.
George got up, too. Why not?
He’d rather sing than do anything
else.
The little woman shook hands
with each of the volunteers.
“We’ll meet at seven-thirty in the
church just three blocks up the
street,” she said.
“That’s Sarah Mitchell, wife of
a doctor here in town,” the clerk
explained after she had gone.
“Used to be a church soloist in
Philadelphia. Always cornin’ in
here to get men to help out in
the choir of her little church.
Hope you fellows enjoy your
selves.”
At seven-thirty George and the
other men walked up the street.
At the church they found Sarah
Mitchell, the pastor, his wife and
daughter, and fifteen or twenty
singers.
The daughter, Martha, came
up to say something to her
mother. She wore a little black
poke bonnet with a string of pearl
beads around the brim for trim
ming. The glowing, translucent
quality of the pearls was re
flected in her clear white skin.
Fellowship
There was an aura of fellowship
about the group that enveloped
the strangers as they stepped out
into the sparkling cold of the
night. In the beginning, George
sang with restraint, but with the
strains of “O, Come All Ye Faith
ful,” his clear, beautiful tenor
rang out in utter self-forgetful
ness. One by one the other singers
stopped to listen to him.
“You’re a grand opera star,
aren’t you?” Sarah Mitchell
asked.
“No, just a would be,*’ George
answered.
“There- are compensations,”
Sarah answered. *T gave up a
career for love and I’ve never re
gretted it. After all, the footlights
are transitory.”
George nodded. “Perhaps,” he
said tersely.
He urged the others to join with
him in the singing. They carolled
at the judge’s stately mansion, at
homes of wealth and where there
was poverty, hunger and sick
ness.
It was almost midnight when
they finished and went into the
basement of the little church for
hot oyster stew and coffee. In
the atmosphere of companionship
George found himself telling the
others of his failure to attain
grand opera in New York.
“There’s always another time,”
the pastor’s wife said.
“There are compensations in
failure,” Sarah Mitchell added.
‘’You’ll sing Adeste Fidelis ai
our midnight service tomorrow,
won’t you?" Martha asked.
Well, why not? Why not stay?
Jacqueline and Jim Crandall
their cocktail parties, their brit
tle. sophisticated conversation
seemed very far away George
looked at the violet eyes under
the little poke bonnet. He was
quite sure that the interest he felt
was reflected in those eyes.
NOVEL IDEA
Broken Christmas tree decora
tions are still useful. Cut card
board into star shapes and apply
fresh, white shellac. While the
shellac is still wet, place the frag
ments securely on the cardboard.
When dry, the shellac will hold
them in place.
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BY F.l. ROWLEY
I T WAS Christmas Eve. Bertram
Hollingshead shuffled down
Railroad Lane dragging a lumpy
sack in his wake, and no one gave
him a second look. It wasn’t un
usual for tramps and vagrants to
leave the terminal toting all man
ner of hurriedly assembled gear.
And Happy Noonan, who walked
this particular beat, would amble
along at a comfortable distance
behind them, wondering what it
was they had stolen
But tonight Happy Noonan was
miffed. Not only had Bertram de
cided to pursue his questionable
work on Christmas Eve, but he
had brazenly dragged his unsav
ory sack across the surprised
Noonan’s smartly polished shoes.
Then Bertram strode through the
big gate, contentedly puffing on
a cigar, and disappeared before
Happy’s ears had turned red.
A big man stomped noisily
across the platform. Noonan rec
ognized him as {Sergeant Dermis.
“I see you are your usual sharp
self this late p.m.,” said the ser
geant
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He knew where to find Bertram.
“What do you mean?” Noonan
asked innocently.
“I’m referring to the gentle
man who just walked out that
gate. Anyone else would have
mistaken him for a hobo—or a
burglar. Not you though. You
know the real goods when you
see it”
“I do?”
“You certainly do. Even in the
dark you can recognize Santa
Claus.”
"I thought that was Bertram
Hollingshead,” said Noonan.
“It WAS Bertram, you idiot!”
screamed Sergeant Dennis. “And
if you value your job you better
bring him ini There’s been a rob
bery over on Main Street. The
owner of Burke’s Jewelry Store
is down at the station right now.
We promised to give him some
action. He doesn’t know you’re on
the force.”
The Search
Noonan had a good idea where
he’d find Bertram. The hobo had
been working for the Widow Joyce
for almost two months now, and
purportedly going straight. Hap
py was glad that he didn’t have
far to walk.
He saw Bertram on the Widow
Joyce’s back porch. The little
man was in a characteristic pose,
trying to jimmy a window. He
jumped when Noonan called out:
“All right, knock it off! I’ve got
you covered!”
Bertram smiled weakly. “Well,
if it isn’t my old pal Noonan. I’D
bet you don’t know what I’m
doing?”
“That’s no ticket window,”
said Happy.
“I didn’t want the widow or her
son Timmy to hear me,” said
Bertram. “I got a bag full of toys
here for the little fellow. Tonight
I’m Santa Claus.”
“And I’m Little Bo-Peep. Come
on, I’m running you in!”
“Wait! If you don’t believe me
look in the bag.”
“March!” Noonan commanded.
Should Please
Sergeant Dennis would be
pleased with him tonight! He’d
done what he’d been told to do.
Bertram tried to protest on the
way to the station, but Happy
prodded him with his revolver.
When they entered the station
Sergeant Dennis was not smiling.
“We caught the men who robbed
the store,” he whispered to Noon
an. ”Now what charges will we
bring against Bertram?”
Noonan winked and produced
the necklace. Then he turned to
Bertram and said: “Empty your
bag!”
Bertram poured out the con
tents of the sack. There was a
teddy bear, three games, and a
football He grinned up at the
sergeant: “The necklace is for
the Widow Joyce. I was trying to
surprise her and Timmy. At least
THEY believe I’ve gone straight”
Sergeant Dennis was looking at
him. ‘T guess we’ve forgotten,
haven’t we, Noonan?”
“What’s that sir?”
“We’ve forgotten the wonder
ful things that can happen on
Christmas Eve. Merry Christmas,
Bertram!”
And the little man shouldered
his pack and smiled.
THE FIRST CARD
The first American Christmas
card is b' lieved to have been
used by Pea sis Great Variety
Store. Louis Prang, who issued
the first line of Christmas cards
in the United States in 1857, is
said to be the “Father of the
American Christmas Card.”
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wonderful traditions of the Yuletide are rich in blessings and it is our hope
that you will receive the fullest measure at this glad season.
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warm friendships...for your
thoughtful consideration... we say
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serve you in the past and we look
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