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The Newberry Sun, Newberry, S. C., Thursday, December 23, 1965 SEC. C—PAGE 5
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By Chuck Pope
Fhe big clock on the wall in-
1 cheated that it was almost clos
ing time for Stanbury’s Depart
ment Store. No one could be more
happy about this situation than
Santa. He’d spent a long and tir
ing day. He’d talked to so many
youngsters, heard so many re
quests that his head was spinning.
Hours ago, it seemed, the children
had started to all look the same.
Three more children were in
line. Surely he could last through
three more. The last one seemed
a bit nervous. Maybe he wouldn’t
stay. Perhaps it would be two
more. Yet, for some reason or
other, this last one didn’t look like
all the others. There was some
thing, maybe a twinkle in his eye,
the half-smile on his lips. Santa
found himself hoping the lad
would not leave. Maybe he would
finish the day as fresh as he
started it.
The lad smiled and extended
his hand. “Hello, Santa. My name
is Johnny.”
“Hello to you, Johnny. Where
are your parents? I didn’t see
them come in with you.”
Waiting
“They’re in the cafeteria, hav
ing coffee. They said I could have
ten minutes to visit with you.
We have to get back to the air
port to see if our plane can fly
yet.”
“What’s wrong with your
plane?”
“It really isn’t our plane. We’re
just riding in it. But it was
grounded.”
Santa smiled. “I’m not sur
prised. We’ve had a real winter
storm today. Hope it clears be
fore Christmas Eve.”
get there with my sled and other
things.”
Santa sat upright. “Three Cor
ners? Sled?”
“Sure, Santa, Remember the
letter I wrote to you?”
“Sure, Johnny, I remember.
From Three Corners. Is this the
same Three Corners I used to
know, Johnny? With the paper
mill and the canning plant?”
“That’s right. Like I told you
in my letter, my dad runs the
paper mill.”
Forgotten
“I forgot about that. Did you
tell me about your uncle, too?”
“I don’t have any uncle.”
“No uncle?” Santa seemed
shocked.
“Well, not really. Dad says I
have one somewhere. Uncle John.
He’s pretty rich and all that, but
dad says they never got along.
Uncle didn’t like my mommy, or
something. Anyway, dad says
it’s been more than ten years
since he last saw uncle. Probably
be ten more, he says.”
“Has he tried to reach your
uncle?”
“Don’t think so. Mom says he’s
too proud. That he should learn
to forgive . . . .”
“Particularly at Christmas
time, Johnny. Christmas is the
time for forgiving. “I think I
would like your mother.”
Arrival
John and Mary Carter looked
up from their coffee, each hesitat
ingly extended their hand as
Santa was introduced.
Santa sat down without invita
tion. “I’ve been talking to your
son — Johnny — surprised you
named him that. He tells me
about your plane.”
John Carter smiled. “And Mr.
Stanbury just stopped by to tell
me about his old friend who likes
to play Santa in the department
store.”
Santa laughed. “No secrets,
then?”
John and Mary responded. “No
secrets.”
“Except maybe one,” said San
ta. “Someone also told me you
folks will have a guest other
than Santa this year. What do
you think of that?”
The Carters, as one replied
“That would make it a merr>
Christmas indeed!”
“Uncle John?” asked Johnny
“Indeed,” the other three re
sponded.
SHOP AND SAVE
Starting your Christmas shop
ping early is an excellent way to
save money. The early bird has
time to do comparison shopping
and find the store which gives
best value for least money. Last-
minute shoppers have a tendency
to take the first thing they see,
regardless of cost or value.
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General Tree
One of the best known “liv
ing” Christmas trees is the
General Grant, a giant sequoia
tree located in the General
Grant Grove in California. It
is believed to be 3,500 years
old.
MINT TREE .... A small,
mint-laden Christmas tree will do
double duty by providing a fes
tive centerpiece for the Christ
mas dinner table and a novel way
of serving that finishing touch
for the special dining occasion—
after-dinner mints. Mints may be
attached to the tree easily with
cellophane tape, thread or regular
ornament hangers. ^
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The lad extended his hand.
“Hello, Santa. My name is
Johnny.”
“Yeah, me too. I gotta get
back to Three £prners before you
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Again, at this season of the year we wish to voice
our gratitude to our friends whom it is our pleasure to
serve.
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We esteem the continued patronage of our custom
ers—and the confidence manifested in us by so many of
you Newberrians.
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May we say in all sincerity that it ever shall be our
desire to foster the kindly relations which exist between
us, and we believe no more fitting demonstration of our
attitude can be made than to re-dedicate ourselves to the
cause of quality, keep our standards high and strive to
merchandise our store so that you may always be better
served.
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