Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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mm m -mm-: mfm Wt.i® mm THE NEWBERRY SUN, NEWBERRY, SOUTH CAROLINA SECTION B— PAGI this TJuletide season, we extend to you and yours our thanks for your patronaye, and a mod sincere / '^t**'** JMaty Christmas. v* V .v * Shealy Motor Company PROSPERITY, S. C. NEWBERRY, S. C. '•* * .1, A .’** *’ v -.^ • 0 '- v *- • - . v ’ ' ** r ~ ~ « • « .*_.■••• * • .. In every scene of the season we see and hear these words: **Merry Christmas. We extend this greeting to you with real sincerity, hoping this festive season is especially good for you ... every moment filled with joy and happiness. Again, to you who have been so good to us this past year, we say: SEffiSY SMRIS7SAS Farmers Ice and Fuel Co. Phone 155 GEORGE W. MARTIN, Manager Newberry, S. C. -- Wmmm, m&lm % % CAomef&rs By SHIRLEY SARGENT A T SEVENTEEN, I’m just a carbon copy kind of guy with big hands, big mouth and big ideas. The afternoon of December 31st, Mom said, “Jim, dear, I need you to take care of the fam ily tonight” "But it’s New Year's Eve," my voice cracked. “I asked Carol for a date a month ago.” ‘‘I’m dreadfully sorry, but 1 was offered this fabulous cater ing job today and I couldn’t turn it down. We can really start the New Year right with what I earn.” Dad’s in a TB sanatorium and Mom does catering on top of a regular job in a school cafeteria, and so I would have to take care of the other three characters on New Year’s Eve. “Why don’t you bring Carol here?” Mom suggested. *T11 try to be home before midnight” I thought it was a terrible idea —but what else could I do? I called, fearfully. Carol said of course she didn’t mind, she loved children. I wondered miserably if she’d ever go out with me again. George is thirteen, the corny joke age; and Jennie’s just discovered boys at twelve. Syl via’s "going on thix,” hates dolls, discipline and going to bed. So, instead of seeing the New Year in at a dance with music and flowers, we’d have the tribe to put down. “What’s the matter with your haii?’’ Sylvia demanded. I drove over to pick up Carol and Mom was waiting to take the car as I pulled in to our curb. On the way in the house, Carol said casually, “You know, Jim, I don’t have any brothers or sisters so this will be fun.” Greeting An only child, worse luck, but it was too late. I opened the door. Carol went In all sparkly from the cold. Blue eyes and red cheeks and a kind of glow about her. George ducked into the kitchen after a muttered “Hi” Jeannie, my pre-adolescent sister, took in Carol’s skirt and sweater, shoes and jewelry, saying only, “How do you.” That left Sylvia. “I’m Sylvia. Jim’s my brother. I’m going on thix. What are you going on?” “Will power,” George wise cracked from the kitchen. Carol just laughed and she had one of those warm, infectious laughs. “What’s the matter with your hair?” Sylvia demanded. I could have throttled her, but the phone rang. It was Mom. Frantic. “But I can’t ask her that!” “Ask me what?” Carol wanted to know. “Aw, she forgot the napkins,” I said furiously, “and they don’t have enough so she wants me to bring ours.” ‘Tell her I’ll be glad to take care of the children till you get back.” After I hung up, I said blackly, ’Til be gone half an hour.” Not So Perfect I raced through the streets. Mom had the car and I could out run any bus. I was so winded, on the way back, that I walked. My half hour was shot and my date was probably ready to leave. How not to spend New Year’s Eve! I burst in the door and there was Carol, reading. She smiled up at me. “Were they awful?” I asked timidly. Good Report She only laughed. “Awfully funny. George’s pride kept him from going to bed and he’s been swallowing yawns for the last half hour. Jeannie and I had a long conversation on clothes and designers and whether she’d make a good model—I had a hard time keeping a straight face, believe me. Then Sylvia . . .” I straightened, tensely. “What did she do?” “Don’t defend her, defend your self. I asked her what she meant and she said you told her not to touch my hair. Whatever did you mean?” "Oh, gosh, I didn’t want them bothering you so I told them not to get in your hair.” The charac ters, by being themselves, had helped, not hurt me with Carol From here on it was up to me to make a pood impression, EXTRA TOUCH If you have a number of chil dren on your Christmas list and consequently must settle for small-size toys, you can make each child’s package more at tractive by decorating the outside of the wrapped package with bright lollipops and other “treats.” ikristmasBlessinjs TO YOU ana^ f YOURS... AS WE ENTER the 49th year of service to our fine customers, we pledge to you that we shall make every effort to continue to merit the confidence and support which you have given us in the past. IT GIVES US GREAT PLEASURE to do this, because we fully realize your friend ship, good will, and patronage have made it possible for us to serve successfully the people in this area ever since the first horseless carriages began to appear on our streets. AS WE APPROACH this glad holiday season, we pause to wish you and your family the happiest Christmas and the most prosperous New Year you have ever exper- f ienced. AGAIN—WE WISH YOU AND YOURS . . . . HAPPY HOLIDAY SEASON! Smith 1309 College Street YOUR DEPENDABLE DODGE DEALER C. M. SMITH, Manager NEWBERRY Phones 777 and 172 to the REAL CHRIS smsod’s GRMTines Through two thousand years of wars, oppressions and changing times...man kind’s continuing faith has always begun at this door. It is from within this door that the simple teachings of the Prince of Peace are nurtured and passed to each succeeding generation. As once again we celebrate His birth, we extend to you our best wishes with the hope that the spirit of Peace and Love be yours today and in all the days to come. Newberry 916 HARRINGTON STREET NEWBERRY,S.C. .IT..- r : mm IpJ? t f r i'-i U' - m ft ■ m 5 /" Ml vkrsiYJ ■'At'" ■Mi