Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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3 PAGE SIX THE NEWBERRY SUN, NEWBERRY, SOUTH CAROLINA - » | k , ♦ - " j- ' ' ... ' » ' -"V-" ‘ • : • 'ai-y ♦ • # f *. f"- x*- o. -'i, % • ' . • . V r - 9‘- i. m ■ r'T S •iX-J':; • -•'• ' I : >;v **- :s j*» ’S : :®S: # _ * ^*< <^ v <wnv' ~ **• 4f^ 4$** A time for grand memories... a time to brighten the cheeiy lamp of friendship... the best time ever to greet good friends, old and new, ?nd express our esteem to each of them. * \ Clinton-Newberry Natural Gas Authority 1207 McKIBBEN STREET Newberry, South Carolina % ++* mm : : WgMSmm ^Svi mz-mm ■ •■>tv - r '-'-* ** X. v-:-: fa - V iil % y.mmi Wmi mm m mi mm Ji: ■ml 4 •f I mi mm * ' i fv 4 + isp 5r« I 'M, H-] j^pip a® >vsv: ■ • L' . IIMf S5iW :: ■k 4 A ^5* > •♦i r. VciC\< 14 ill *1 mm : 11# pj ! l- mm m ^ . V s " <^’ N .y^." a^XlxS' J| s*g?3 iWK W$& ' aj... i i>'-V 'W vyiv+l' ^'1 $W5-.. y. $<r if sr:. fC «* S¥x m rJM m m : % il f^vr/ ' // ^5 AAj <Ti j JVTay all your oUerisHed lieaxts, to to Obxistmas: ., to spirit’s strengtli, ■with. th.e 'tolessine of th© Joyous The KENDALL Company COTTON BUYING OFFICE rnr~- TTT T HE TRAIN rattled across the Elkhorn Creek bridge and Woody Hansen casually noted that the creek was frozen solid, bank to bank. Like Anna has written, they had suffered a real spell of cold weather around Grand view. It always turned cold at Christmas. He took his bag from the over head rack and sat down with it in his lap. Five more minutes and the train would be at the station. U Together they walked through the station and across the square. She stood there on the plat form, proud and straight, oblivi ous of the snow that swirled about her, unashamed of the tears of joy that streamed down her face. Billy stood beside her, tall for his age, just as proud and straight ‘‘Welcome home, Woodrow. We’ve missed you very much.” And she was in his arms. After a moment he turned to his son. “Billy.” “Welcome home, dad. I’ve missed you, too.” They walked through the sta tion and across the square. The house looked the same, ex cept inside. It had been recently painted. “In honor of your home coming, dad,” Billy pointed out. “I’m sure of it, son. Now, how about sitting down. I’d like to talk to you for a minute.” Anna put an arm around each of them. “You men can talk while you trim the Christmas tree. It’s on the back porch. Will you get it, Billy?” “Sure, mom.” He paused in the doorway. “You don’t have to tell me anything dad. Mom has al ready told me. I know you never stole anything from old Mr. Smith and I know somehow we’ll prove you didn’t. O.K.? Let’s have a good Christmas.” “O.K. Now fetch the tree like a good boy.” Billy Hansen was first down the stairs come Christmas morn ing. He passed up the many gaily- wrapped packages and picked up the copy of the Grandview Ga zette which had been carefully placed among his gifts. He began to read the story headlined “Christmas Gift.” It be gan: “Police in nearby Winchester have reported that a gunman seriously wounded in an attempt ed filling station holdup has made a beside confession admitting a series of robberies in the tri county area, including, they say, holdup of Smith’s Service, Grand view, three years ago. A re spected local citizen, Woodrow Hansen, manager of the station, was convicted of the crime. The amount taken in the robbery was $2,000. Investigators found that Hansen had purchased a car earlier that day for cash, paying $1,950. He was unable to account for the money, other than to say that he had saved it, in cash, to buy his family the new car for Christmas. Sheriff Cranston said it is his belief that further in vestigation will completely clear Hansen ...” Later in the day, much later, the Hansens opened their gaily- wrapped Christmas presents—and paid host to the good citizens of Grandview. A few neighbors dropped by in the next couple of days, long time friends, old schoolmates. They brought Christmas gifts. They were friendly, yet Woody saw in their eyes the things Anna had written about. Woody found himself thinking more and more that it would always be like this and he didn’t like the idea at all. He felt even worse when the phone rang on the afternoon be fore Christmas. “Woody? Sheriff Cranston. I have something im portant to talk to you about. I can’t get away from the office. Can you get up here in an hour?” There were four men in the office, Sheriff.Cranston, Mr. Well ington Smith, his former em ployer, and Dan Bailey, editor of the Grandview Gazette. These were solemn men, indeed. At least. Woody thought, they aren't hypocrites. Dan Bailey spoke first. “Woody, there’s a story about you on the front page of the Gazette. It won’t be on the streets until tomorrow morning. But we thought you might like to have a copy before then.” _ i fcr*v.y.: : Mm THURSDAY, DECEMBER 24, 1964 W: -Ssra *• u 4 ; * w il a * • v ©sc* »»«• ■to you, our good friends! FROM D. P. (JABBO) FOLK Your Personal Life Underwriter, representing The Equitable Life Assurance Society of the United States 1508 Main Street Newberry, S. C. greetings to our friends (CHCiSlMAS ) SC*. INC. we extend our sincere good wishes. BOLAND’S BARBER SHOP (We are open all day Wednesdays—the year ’round) Corner College and Friend Streets •/Ic- 0 Mrs. Dorn, the family and I are deeply grateful for your vote of confidence in the recent election. They join me in wishing for each of you a pleasant Christ mas and the best New Year of all. Sincerely, WM. 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