Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 49, Number 301, Decatur, Adams County, 22 December 1951 — Page 23

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Z/n sincere appreciation of our pleasant relationship through the past year J ...we extend a wish to you, our patrons, for JI „• a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! -jUgJ Mazelin Heating Service 238 North 2nd Phone 3-3808 HZ 'W Wg on qjg J|p our f ervent hope that this ;Wp| Christmas will bring us W . closer to the fulfillment of that W v bright promise of Peace on ®7i forth for which men of Good S k* pe never ceas *d to str * ve ‘ S I May J ours be a Contented Ma Txj I OvIH GASS STORE :z.r IS| ~ j— — - J *- jky .■’ *1 I* 1 " MERRY CHRISTMAS . - - . ■ \ ■ />. • v. ' CThat warm, friendly feeling in the air is Christmas! May you enjoy /'<•_. all of its pleasures and good A cheer throughout the r coming New Year. . / JSF \v' i r'- • Hhs ft vu j E x 1 \£i&. jk ■ "vw r-^Ww- 7 1 : i : t *S' *!"* I MaKSR* JJUfUp jf S Sun J¥ a IMB • J IDEAL DAIRY PRODUCTS — « — = =-4-ZE —rt— "" — .. MMMMMH ■■■■ ; t" 111 C Cll Oil A "oBsB ' l ■' P r/* .4v " » .' S Merry Christmas v-comes 1 easy to the tongue of all x ' a I • -4; *frg of us th!s time °* ,he year ‘ U *'*'*-_ However, to say, and mean ■ J tr- X it must come from a feeling X # a not born of the Season, '♦ but qf one's associations throughout the years. It is ih this spirit that we wish _ our friends a very joyous S Yuletide and o successful :~,<C-^-' •> « New Year. v ,u< "kW * '-<l JMt. rev, 01^*. r MURPHY P ', BARBER -SHOP ' V

’By Edward L. Van Dyke I’LL NEVER i’ORGET, I guest, the December night when our American Legion post meeting was interrupted by a knock on tho .floor. Carl Engler, our third vice commander, was nearest the door. HS glanced at the commander, then left the room. Out In the hall we could hear a high pitched voice saying something about “mama and daddy.” Soon Engler returned, looking puzxled. ' “Mister Commander,’* he said, “there’s a boy outside who says he’d like to speak Io the post. Says his name Is David Cary and that what he has to say is mighty important.” Harry Brooks, our commander, a balding veteran of both world wars, arose. "Comrades," says he, "I’ve an idea this lad is the son of Wilson Cary, up on Hollister HiU. Wilson's a veteran who’s always knocking the Legion—never would join the post Let’s listen to what his boy has to say.** Young David that night really stirred up our meeting. Xt was just four days before Christmas; not too many members were present and ail were anxious to get home. They t really perked up, though, -SaßMET**' / XimL—toa * " With a groan he rained himself on one elbow and shook his fist \ when that boy stood gravely before us men and spoke his piece. When the lad had left, gravely saluting the flag, just as be had seen Engler do, the commander turned to me. “Comrade Butler,” he said. "I appoint you chairman of a committee of six to look into this. Will someone make a motion that the committee be allowed to use up to fifty dollars, if it finds it proper in this case?" The motion was duly made and everyone shouted “aye.” \ - a I drove up ahead of the gang that Saturday night—Christmas Eve. There wasn’t much snow, but the roads were badly rutted and X made rat£er poor time on this, my second trip up the hilL \ The Cary house was a neatly kept place, just off the hillside road. When I knocked at the door, Mrs. Cary jet me in. She looked tired and worried. “Oh, Mr. Butler,” she her face brightening, “I’m glad came." She lowered her voice. “Bill Is pretty unhappy and bitter tonight—you know why. Walk right in." WILSON. CARY’S expression was i' mixture of pain and bitterness. He didn’t even offer me his hand. .•■■•:• \ “Now dod’t wish me a Merry Christmas,” he said harshly. "A man can’t be happy when he has a broken hip; is dead ferOke on Christmas Eve—and has f a nice wife and kid on his mind.” I was thinking that, too. “Where’s David?’’. I asked.. “He's asleep," said Cary. “You Legionnaires iWiih your constitutional preamble of promoting peace and good will on earth," he snapped. "Fine words, sure—but words don’t help my wife and kid. I’m sorry—glad you came, Butler—but I think you’d better go.” Then came the knock on the cjoor —the sound I had been waiting You should have seen Mrs. Cary when the gang tramped in. There was Engler, carrying so many pickages he almost staggered and behind him came McCarthy, Lepkowski, 1 Dunn and Epstein, all with their arms full, too. The boys, you see. had chipped in some of their own cash. r i Wilson Cary stared in amazement when we moved in. The packages, those containing food, we piled near the foot of the bed. “Bill," I said. "Carl Yield Post just learned the other day about your being laid up. The boys just want you to know you’re not forgotten." ; Cary’s lips were trembling. “How did you know about it?" he demanded. When X didn’t answer, he spoke again. “Why are you doing this—Fm not a post member, yqu know.” \ “Bill,” I said, “you mentioned the Legion preamble a minute ago. Maybe you don't know, but it winds up with these words—’and sanctify our comradeship by our d«i vQtion to mutual helpfulness.” My committe members were grinning happily. But Cary wasn’t —he was crying like a kid. '•Come,” I said to my gang, “Let’s get the heck out of here.”

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Gondola By Shirley Sargent HARLEY DAVIS wai always wanting something. He knew Christmas was only two weeks off, i but he just Itched to buy a gondola ear for his electric train. One day he ditched his little sister, Charlene, and harried down town. He spent his entire monthly allowance and all his savings for a blue gondola car. Harley hoped his mothdr wouldn’t be angry because he had i been gone all afternoon. He hoped. Contrary to his expectations, Mrs. Davis was jovial, teasing him, and even, to his immense relief, keeping Charlene away from his package. Charlene was five and a pest to Harley, because he was nine and grown up. Helping mother with the dishes that night was almost fun, Harley thought; she was so friendly and nice. Then it happened. “Harley,” his . mother said tenderly, “Don’t tell me what you bought unless you want to, but what did you get for Charlene?” Harley was stunned. He wished she wouldn’t smile at him—couldn’t she see he was trying to think? “Nothing, mom,” he stammered, “I bought a gondola car." “Oh,’.’ she wiped a piste slowly, “I thought you had be<n Christmas shopping.” * y Harley was stunned. He wished she wouldn’t smile at him. 4 “I guess I spent all my money; I guess I sort of forgot about Christmas presents," Harley hung his head. "Yss, I guess you did," she answered and that was all she said about it, but he felt terrible. He didn’t even unwrap his new car. \ Oee, he’d really pulled a dumb trick this time, Harley thought miserably. He’d always bought them presents, but he’d completely forgotten it Well, he’d have to earn some money; even his piggy bank was empty. He earned a quarter the next morning shoveling snow, but he had to take care of Charlene most of the’ time. HE TRIED to get a job the next day. with no luck, and when he found a dime in the snow Charlene grabbed it, yelling .“Finders keepers . . . .’’ He was so furious, he felt like choiring her. Instead he rhade her a big snow house on the sidewaik, right in everybody’s way, but people didn't seem to mind. Then the apartment lady with her little girls propped to admire it. ' “How old are you, Harley?” she asked. “Nine," he said proudly. "I wonder," she smiled. "I wander if you could take care of my little girls this afternoon? Harley started to tell her gosh no, but /she interrupted, saying she’d pay him 25c an hour. Harley was so surprised he leaned against the snow house,, knocking part of it down. "WBy sure, I’d be glad to,*.* he said. Harley worked hard that afternoon. doing everything three little girls could think Os and be, could build. Once in a while the lady would wave to him from the apartment window, but he was usually too busy- to look up. She paid him a whole dollar and asked if be would take care of the children agfin the next day. Harley, tired ■ a« he was, managed to say “Yes.” His toother teased him about being a baby sitter, and was be going to charge her for taking care of Charlene? Harley didn't mind; after an he had a cash capital of $1.25. ■ Although it rained the following day, Harley earned another dollar taking care of the little girls in the apartment. • -? That afternoon, with his mother’s blessing, he went Christmas shopping. He felt proud to pay for the presents 1 with money he had earned. He bad the packages giftwrapped and put them under the tree without telling his mother what he had gotten. Christmas morning the floor was littered .with gay papers, \ children's toys and Harley’s electric train. He opened the box and put thegondola .on the track. It looked keen. 1 y. ' Then mother handed him another package. “I bought you a gon\dola ear a long time ago," she explained, “But of course I had to return it I think you've earned this, though." parley grinned at his mother as he peeled the paper off. He knew what she meant “A tank car!” he shouted, “Gee, mom, just what I need." •>.' 7

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