Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 49, Number 301, Decatur, Adams County, 22 December 1951 — Page 13

SATURDAY, DECEMBER 22, 1951

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' , ' J ; . . 1 j ..A** / /. wr i.. - i Vv e salute St. Nkk’... x " ' bringer of gifts and bright , symbol of holiday cheer. May nc > ; > make this Christmas a merry one for y&i. ... and have many happy landing ' (' ’on the rooftops of all our fn.-r.: . ; t » - *' ■- j \ < j i ■ . i HELLER COAL, FEED & SUPPLY “Through Service We Grow”

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• ’ / < »•■■ * Tv ' v ■ • ■ Jfomay .Santa’s J-ud Sldper T AST YEAR a festival in Den- •* mark paid tribute to one of the greatest helpers Santa Claus ever had. He was Hans Christian Anderson, fairy tale writer, and composer of many Christmas stories. His works have sold more copies than any other book, except the Bible, and have been translated into 35 languages, including Arabic, Hebrew, - Chinese, Japanese, and Greenlandish. Since 1875, the year that he passed away, visitors from all parts of the world have come yearly to the town S T a i of Odense to see the home- of the writer of such tales as “Tile Little Match Girl,” and “The Ugly Duckling.” Anderson’s fairy tales, released just before Christmas each year, brought him money, fame and the attention of princes, as well as the adoration of children. ■ Once he (received a United States dollar bill, enclosed in a letter written by a young American girL It lead: “Papa says tfiat the dollar is my own, that he does not suppose*? • you are in particular need of money, ’ but I owe you this and a great deal more, he thinks it proper that I . should send it to you.” 4 ’; f Z Stitt A pair of §ncient church bells, brought to Frankenmuth, Mich., from Bavafe shortly after Frankenmuth wasyfounded as an Indian mission, has been calling the congregation of St. Lorenz to Christmas eve services, for more. than a 100 years. Ninety-five per cent of the residents of the small community are members of the church, earning . the village the title of “the most Christian community in the United States.” Frankenmuth’ has never had a crime* of violence, and, as far as ; residents can .remember, no one has been jailed over a period \of 25 years. The only visitors to the lockup were transients given a night’s lodging.

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By Ma«d McCurdy Welch J pATTI WAS TRYING to forget it * was Christmas; Last Christmas there had been Jimmy and a ring on her finger. Then there was a girl named Ana and everything was over. Patti had packed up and come to this part of the .city to live. So there were no holly wreaths or Christmas trees in Patti’s Pie and Bake Shop just off one of the bustling avenues. There was only Patti with her brown curls and mellow brown eyes and the long rows of pies and cakes in the show-cases. | \ \ ■ People came from all over to buy Patti’s cakes and' pies and drink her coffee. There was the little old lady who sold magazines o* the corner, who came in every day. She was the first to come in on Christmas Day, and she was lug-: ging a big wreath, of holly and mistletoe. “Hang it in tile window, dearie,” she said. Patti looked at the wreath and a sick pain caught at her heart. Then there was the telephone operator who worked in a branch exchange, and later the little boy who always stopped by from school. He had such sad blue eyes it made Patti’s heart Patti always gave him a huge slice of pie si • • ’ > * k MW When he saw the wreath his eyes brightened. “Gee, that’s pretty.” t ■ ! and he ate it with relish, but the sad bewilderment of his eyes never seemed to go avyay. When he saw the wreath, his eyes brightened. “Gee, tha t* s pretty. You goin* to have a Christmas tree too. Mis’ Patti?” Patti started to say no, but choked. Instead she askeo, “Don’t you have a Christmas tree. Tommy?” i H ••. • i ■ . He shook his head. Patti said, her ■ voice still choky; “Then we’ll have one here. You can help me trim it” In no time at all the tree was up and they were trimming it. In spite of her stern efforts, Patti was conscious of’a slow excitement. Tommy asked if she believed tn that Kris Kringle stuff, and she had to stop to think before apswering. At last she said, “Yes, Tommy, I—l think I do. Kris Krihgle may be just a symbol, but he’s really alive in the hearts and spirits of hundreds of people all over , the world.” • Tommy’s blue eyes grew bright. "Then do you think if I told him I only wanted my and notldng else, he would bring him back to us? 4 My mommy told him to go, but she didn’t mean it. Now she's sick, but if Daddy would come back, we'd both be happy and she’d be well.” \ . ( An idea was (slowly dawning in Patti’s mind. “We’ll see what we can do. Tommy,” she promised., Patti hurried like mad and got a personal ad. in the late edition of one of the big dailies. It read: “Mr. Thomas Baker, please call at Patti’s Pie & Cake Shop at ctace.” pATTI WAITED and waited. The * little shop was brightly lighted and the Christmas tree was a beautiful sight to see. But no one came. Everything had been sold, so Patti was putting out the lights when a' tall young man walked in. He said, “I may be the Thomas Baker you’re looking for. Os course I don’t know. Patti just felt it in her bones that he was the right one. She said, “Do you have a wife by the name of Margaret and a little boy named Tommy?” “Yes, yes, I do.” ‘ ( i ' "Then you’re : the right Thomas Baker. They want you to come home.” "Are you sure Margaret wants me too?” The 'young man’s eyes were suddenly full of hope. \ x- Petti nodded. “I’m very sure,” and the young? man thanked her, turned to go and almost collided with another tall young man who had just come in. He was looking at Patti with his whole heart in his eyes. “The minute I saw that personal, I was sure it was you. No one ever spelled Patty with an “i” as you do.” Then he reached for her hands. “Patti, won’t you forgive me for thinking I could ever love another girl? Won’t you let me put this ring where it belongs?”u Patti was choked up with happiness as he slipped the ring on her finger. “Findfpg you is like a Christmas miracle,” he whispered as he took her in his arms. J * : ll’

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