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SEC. B, PAGE 10—The Newberry Sun, Newberry, S. C., Thurs., Dec. 24, 1970 The beauty of the enchanting Christmas story is enhanced by its simplicity. The Song of Peace was first heard by simple shepherds tend ing their flocks by night. The sweet story of old bypassed the great centers of commerce and culture, to honor an obscure village. The Child was born to a lowly young Jewish housewife and cradled in the manger of a hillside stable. The timeless event took place in a dark pocket of an all but forgotten era. The story is not new, yet its purpose and its meaning have a newness for each generation. For an instant, our sophisticated modem world slows down and is rivalled by the harmony of a carol and the sentiment of a tinseled token of regard. White Christmas Pie Is In Season A nine inch pie shell, baked. 1 envelope plus 1 teaspoon un flavored gelatin. Vs cup cold water Vs cup sugar Vs cup sifted flour % teaspoon salt cups milk Vs cup candied mixed fruit, chopped fine & rolled in powdered sugar 1% cups heavy cream, whipped Vs cup sugar 1 teaspoon vanilla 1 (3^-ounce) can flaked coconut. Soften gelatin in cold water. Combine Vs cup sugar, flour and salt in a saucepan. Add milk gradually and cook, stirring until mixture thickens. Remove from heat, add gelatin and stir until melted. Chill until set. Whip cream and add the Vs cup sugar. Beat gelatin mixture until smooth. Stir in vanilla and candied fruit. Fold in whipped cream and 1 cup coconut. Pour into baked pie shell. Garnish with remainder of coconut. Chill until firmly set — overnight is best. This is delicious and serves eight. Frosted Yams Brown 2 cans yams (1 pound, 2 ounces each) in 4 tablespoons butter or margarine. Mix 3 teaspoons lemon juice and 1 cup confectioners’ sugar. Put yams in serving dish and pour sugar, lemon juice mixture over them. a riotous welcome to the year 1971. We must do justice to the start of a New Year, yea, even more, the start of a new decade. Come join me. fair lady.” Ann smiled. “Your invitation is appreciated, kind sir, but. . . .” She paused, looking over her shoulder for a minute. “But I don’t think my husband would permit it.” The man shrugged his shoul ders. “A husband. There’s always a husband, isn’t there. Very well, my fair lady, I shall move on into the night . . . alone and mis erable in this hour of happiness and glee. But. I leave you with a thought, if I may. Know that I go sadly, alone, searching for friendship in. a distant land.” He turned to walk away and his stumbling gate gave evidence to the fact that he had been searching and celebrating for some time. Ann was putting the window down when he called again. “Hey, fair lady!” “Yes?" “Do you have any idea how lonely one can be in this city of millions and millions of people?” “Yes, yes. I hope you find someone. Good night.” She put the window down with a bang. . It had been a good lie. If there was any danger in the man, the thought of a husband would send him on his way. She watched until he disap peared up the street. “Good luck, friend,” she said aloud as she poured her fourth cup of coffee for the evening. She picked up the phone. “Operator? Ann Craig. Apart ment 2-C. I want to make a collect call to Hilcrest, Iowa.. . .” The letter was open on the telephone stand. She read it again as she waited. Dear Ann: If at any time you do not find the success, independ ence and happiness for which you are searching, please come home to us. Call me collect, day or night.. She heard the phone ringing at the other end of the line and she knew she was a moment away from making a decision she had postponed for weeks. Ann Craig turned down the lights and walked to the window. She did not wish to be obvious as she looked down upon the New Year revelers in the streets. The foolishness of it struck her like a hammer blow. What would they care? People having fun. They would never see her watch ing from the window. She turned the lights up again and returned to the window. The neon signs, the blinking lights of the bars and taverns, each seemed to cast its own shadow upon the snow. On a near corner, a mixed chorus, arms linked, sang a hardly-recognizable ver sion of Auld Lang Syne. Directly beneath the window, two couples engaged in a friendly snowball fight. People were moving in and out of the bars and restaurants and their laughter came and went with them. Suddenly, Ann changed the pic ture in her mind. She was look ing down Main Street in Hill- crest and every figure was a familiar one. The kids were gathered on the corner at the Snack Shack, shouting greetings to every car that passed by. "Hella, there. I say, Hello there.” She came back to reality. He was speaking to her. One of the snowball four. He made an upward motion with both hands. “I say, there. Raise our window, eh?” Ann started to close the blinds. What harm could be done, she pondered. “Raise your window, lady. I have something to tell you.” (Ann raised the window, lean ing out slightly) “Then, tell me.” He was standing directly in the light from the open window. He was tall, blond, appeared very athletic. “I am Jake Berry. From Wisconsin. I came to your fair city to see the New Year proper ly welcomed. My new-found friends just deserted me. Would you come down and join me in THE CRECHE The creche is the oldest and most significant symbol of Christ mas, first created by St. Francis in the Middle Ages. The creche, a tableau of Mary, Joseph and others around the crib of Jesus in the stable at Bethlehem, is often built for display at Christ mas. merry Oiristmas Throughout the land, the season spreads its warmth and happiness with our message of sincere gratitude. Kirk Pontiac-Cadillac Co. 2100 Nance Street Newberry, S. C. We wt@Ik y<§>«. VUtt'f To our host of friends and neighbors, we extend our very best wishes for a most joyous holiday, and offer our deep appreciation for your continued loyalty and good will.