The sun. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1937-1972, December 23, 1965, Image 45
The Newberry Sun, Newberry, S. C., Thursday, December 23, 1965 SEC. C—PAGE 13
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By Archie Boyd
TP ed Andrews looked across the
" lawn. Some of the other pa
tients were happily stringing dec
orations across the stately ever
green that dominated the en
trance to the hospital.
It just didn’t seem like Christ
mas. For one thing, there cer
tainly wouldn’t be any snow this
far South. But, then, it hadn’t
seemed like Christmas for some
years now. Tw'o Christmases in
far away lands, one of them in
a stinking jungle and now this,
flat on his back in a hospital.
“I guess those guys have some
reason to be happy, at least they
can walk.” He was aware, and
somehow ashamed, of the tinge of
sarcasm in his voice.
Question
Helen Connerly didn’t seem to
notice. “Would you like me to
wheel you around the grounds?
They’re doing some decorating at
the other entrances, too.”
Ted took the book he had been
reading and covered his eyes.
“No, thanks, Nursey-dear. I think
I’ll take myself a little nap. This
warm Southern temperature
makes a Yankee like myself some
what lazy.”
The woman smiled. “Okay,
boss-man. I’ll be here if you need
anything.”
Was it sleep, or half-sleep that
enveloped him? He was never
sure any more. But he was back
again, the whirring sound of the
Helen Connerly rushed for
ward, hugged each affectionately.
“Ted, I want you to meet . . .
“I know . . . .”
“My husband. John Connerly . . .”
“Your husband?”
John Connerly let out a boom
ing laugh. “I know you, son. And
I know what you are going
through. A few years ago, I
lost an argument in Korea and
wound up here the same as you
are now. This little woman
talked me back on my feet and I
guess I talked myself into a life
time contract. What do you think
of that?”
Ted smiled. “I think it’s time
I met the lovely young lady with
you. I’d like to wish her a Merry
Christmas—and promise her a
Happy New Year.”
To make sure your tree adds
as much as possible to the holi
day spirit, be sure to select the
right tree. Measure the space
where you plan to put the tree
before you buy it. Decide what
type of tree you prefer. Doug
las fir is often preferred, red
cedar and Virginia pine are less
expensive, and you can splurge
on blue spruce, white spruce or
Scotch pine. If you choose a fir.
be sure it tapers nicely from
a single tip. Check the needles.
Brown, dried-up patches indi
cate needles have dropped off.
HAND PUPPET .... Herman
Munster, of TV fame, has been
made into a talking hand puppet
that is 12 inches tall and says 11
different “Munstrous” things.
OLD STUFF
The versatility of the modern
doll is amazing, yet dolls have
been versatile for centuries.. As
far back as the 18th century,
dolls on exhibit at the History
Museum in Neuchatel, Switzer
land could write, draw and play
for visitors. One doll, when wound
up, would dip a pen in ink and
write “Welcome to Neuchatel.”
A second doll would sketch pen
cil portraits of Louis XVI am’
Marie, Antoinette. The musical
doll, at a miniature keyboard,
played minuets and quadrilles.
MAY THE SPECIAL
JOYS OF CHRISTMAS BE YOURS!
Shealy Tractor & Impl. Co.
Route 1 Newberry, S. C. Phone 276-0336
“Would you like me to wheel
you around? They’re decorating
the other entrances, too.”
. ‘copter blades ringing in his ears,
and the staccato bursts of ground
fire, sudden explosion, pain and
the realization that he couldn’t
move, that the world had fallen in
on top of him.
“He was just like you, Ted,
exactly the same. He suffered.
He wanted to suffer. He bottled
himself up and shut out the
world with a curtain of indiffer
ence. I suffered, because I loved
him and because I could find no
way to build a bridge that would
reach him.”
Mary, Mary, don’t be contrary,
forget me now. Sure you can,
if you try. I’m not the same
guy. He’s gone. They left him
in a rotting, stinking jungle, ex
changed for a living corpse. Go
away, Mary. Go away and stay.
“You have everything, Ted. It’s
yours for the asking; yours for
the taking. There is a wonderful
girl who loves you. There is the
promise that you can walk again
if you try. You have to try, Ted.
No one can do it for you. Try, as
others have done, Ted, get up and
try!” A
Awakening
He stured. The book had fall
en to the ground and the last
rays of afternoon sun greeted his
opening eyes. “You have been
talking to me while I slept,
haven’t you?”
“They can’t fire me for that,
can they?” Helen Connerly
laughed.) “I’ve also taken you for
a ride. I want you to meet some
one, near the main gate.”
It was Mary, on the arm of a
rugged, handsome man. He
walked with a slight limp, yet
straight erect and proud. So this
was how it would be. She’d taken
his advice, then. Good. Now a
simple goodbye and she would
be rid of him forever, just the
way he wanted it to be.
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