Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 52, Number 300, Decatur, Adams County, 22 December 1954 — Page 22

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_ y — *}c To ad our friends we extend - oar sincerest wishes for a 'ylS Joyous Holiday Season. \ H. FROHNAPFEL -#..: Chiropractor fWIWt <A word of thanks and Season’s Greetings to the many friends we have been privileged to serve. We wish you and your family health and happiness for many years to come. KRAFTS ■ . - »**w*<mM*<» •••-*-• -■■ I ft this Holiday Mtx»Jtll with > yonn..,now and through all tisno to coma L .. 11 —■■ ■-■ ; r ~ — MURPHY BARBER SHOP 233 W. Monroe Street ——• — . ’ On « * n£ l j£l ® eHok\ we wish a Season w< nr is 1 vk bright >» 'the Star r 1 <r Christmas mom.Mtow fpfy m:WV REINKING GARAGE U. S. 27 North , ■.V' „ ' ' ’ •.-. • . .■ V ' .*.-..

I By Bally Saadnsky Eads NANCY POWERS counted het egg money, then put it into the teapot and set it on the mantle. There was more than enough to pay tor that pretty blue silk dress she had tried on at The Style Shoppe. Cyrus would be mighty proud when he saw her in that dress. He was going to town right after dinner to try to swap cars with Tom Newell, but Cyrus would hgye to pay boot. Nancy hoped the boot would not be too much, because Cyrus had his heart set on having that al* most new car -for them to drive to the New Year’s Party. She glanced at the kitchen clock. "My goodness! Cyrus will soon be here for his dinner.” When Nancy saw Cyrus walking slowly dow nthe snow-covered M • ~ I "No, Nancy. That’s your drear money.” He pushed the money away from him. path toward the kitchen door, she said, "Somethin* musta happened.” He looked tired, and disappointed. She hoped somebody else hadn’t traded for Tom Newell’s car. Well, she wouldn’t ask for awhile. "What’s the matter, Cyrus Powers?” she asked when he had finished eating. "Nothin’ Nancy, only I’ve decided ag’inst tradin’ for Newell’s car. I’ll have the old one greased and washed, and it’ll look pretty good, agoin* to the New Year Party.” "Cyrus Powers, you know better’n that” Nancy accused. "You was proud when we was young, and you’ve not changed. Why, you used to take me to the Parties in the finest rubber tire buggy tn the county. Your horses always matched your buggy in looks, and you still want a good lookin' turnout when you go some place.” Cyrus laughed. “And I had the prettiest best dressed gal of alt” An Old Story Nancy smiled. She’d heard that before. She started clearing oft the table. "Cyrus, tell me the truth. Why did you change your mind about tradin' tor that same-as-new Ford car?” “Nancy, you’re too inquisitive. But the truth is, I had Bud Carter - take my bank book to town this mornin* and have it balanced. We lack fifty dollars havin’ enough boot money. I could borrow it, but that would worry you and me both." “Uh-huh.” Nancy reached .for the teapot and laid thirty-three dollars on the table in front of Cyrus. “Now. get to town and trade for that car before somebody else beats you to it.” “No, Nancy. That’s your dress money." He pushed the money away from him. "Shucks! I don’t want a new dress. Get goin’ before I spill dishwater on you." A Good Cry * After he was gone. Nancy sat • down and, woman like, had a good cry. It had been so long since , she’d had a new dress, but she wanted Cyrus to have the car he'd set his heart on. She mended and pressed an old dress to wear. Late Tn the afternoon, she went to the bam and fed the cattle and horses, and milked the cows. Then she locked up the chicken house. It wa*'getting dark when she saw Cyrus coming Into the driveway. She wouldn't get to see the new car until morning. Cyrus was laughing when he came tn. “I found a place in town where they paint cars while you wait, and fix them to look like new. They said our car was in good shape.” He was holding something behind him. "You don’t sayl Cyrus, what’s that you’re holdin* behind you?" He grinned and set a dress box on the table. "Since we only bad a paint Job to pay for, I knew we could* afford something else for the party.” Nancy took off the box lid and lifted out the blue silk dress. She smiled, then her face crumpled. Cyrus really had wanted her to have the dress. She mustn't cry. “Cyrus," she scolded, "I told you to get the Newell car ... But you can’t trust a man to do as you ten him.” Cyrus grinned, again. A Happy New Year Orin

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By Don Wheeler WE WERE-in a dust covered box that sat in the corner of Mr. Barker’s attic. All through the year no one ever bothered about us, but now, at Christmas time, we knew that once again we would be the eerier of attraction. Grumbling and grunting, Mr. Barker lifted our box Inta bls arms and started down the able stairs. Being a rather plump fellow with a stomach that protruded so far he couldn't see his feet, he was, I regret to say, somewhat clumsy. About half way down the stairs he stumbled and our box went tumbling down the stairs. I was uninjured, but I'm afraid some of my friends suffered from the fall. A few minutes later we were all unpacked and laid on the huge dining room table. “Well now, let's see, John,” said Mrs. Barker. “We can use this string of lights, and this string and, oh! We don't want to use this old string again, John! They've been around here for years. Throw them out in the trash with these other things that were broken when you fell.” I was shocked! For years I had been used to decorate the Barker’s ■ Christmas tree, and now, simply because I was getting a little old, they were throwing me out! It is true that my popularity with the Barkers had declined through the years. When I was new I was used at the top, but each year About halfway down the stain he stumbled and our box went tumbling down the stairs. I seemed to find myself placed lower and lower on the tree. Vnwantea Home My friends, most of them broken in tiny pieces, and myself were cast upon the trash pile in the alley. I felt sorry for them. They had many years of use ahead of them had Mr. Barker been more careful, but now they could never be used again. But what of me? I wasn't broken; only a little oldFor two days I lay on the trash pile with my broken friends, and then, on the third day, a small child, who seemed to be searching the trash caAs in the alley to see if he could find something of value, came upon me. With a cry of delight he gathered me into his tiny hands and scampered opt of the alley and to the edge of the small town, where he-lived in a broken down little old house. How glad were his brothers and sisters when they saw me! That , evening they trimmed their tiny tree, it was scarcely three feet tall, and I was the principle item of decoration. One of my lights was placed at the top of the tree and the rest were wound in and about from top to bottom. Then the tree was placed fat the front window and for the first time in my life I was given the task of lighting an entire tree. That evening it snowed and snowed and the wind whistled harshly about the comers of the house. I was glad that I was in i a warm house instead of being on the trash pile in the alley. A Visitor Comes Suddenly there was a loud rap I Oh the door; When Mri' Cullen7 opened it I heard a man's voice ask. "Have you seen the Granger boy? He was out playing athis afternoon and hasn't* come home yet. We think he’s become lost in the storm. The whole town is out looking for him. Would you like to help. Mr. Cullen?" ’ Mr. Cullen quickly put on his coat and scarf and followed the man into the dark cold night. They had been gone orrty about twenty minutes when again there was a knocking at the door. When Mrs. Cullen opened it, in stepped a tall man, carrying a boy in his arms. The boy’s ears and nose were blue from the cold, and his teeth chattered. “Mrs. Cullen," said, the man, i “this is Tommy Granger. I'd like to leave him here while I go tell his parents we’ve found him and send word to the others to stop searching. It’s no wonder he was lost in a storm like this. I was almost lost myself until I saw the light from your tree in the window." How proud I was when 1 beard those words. My lights seemed to ’ brighten and shine as they bad never done before; especially the one at the very top of the tree.

mi MERM W! ; . CHRISTMAsJjj _ W / «_3fay your rosiest dreams of Christmas all come true and may you and yours en j° y th * jMaHRy happiest New Year ever I RIVERSIDE GARAGE I . i ■ .. •. ; H ii "Il 1 i ~ s ■■■■.-■ I I ————- - u. J ■WBJgegBB —— [ ■■■»■■■-■■■—— o Jason's our best wishes go out to all our 1 Ir friends and neighbors: ww ? peace, health and good will be with you always, ’ *” ' * . LUTES FLOWERS Winchester Street £. WML • M yet ever-new I ‘ ‘ is the tradition of spreading Christmas cheer. In this spirit RK^JEt/Xr 1 . we extend our heat wishes or your d°°d health bMKow jBLdRin&A ,nd kappinesa. "w m, Bl MAZELIN HEATING &'APPLIANCES 608 North 13th Street' ■. ■ ! ■ J. ■

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