Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 55, Number 301, Decatur, Adams County, 23 December 1957 — Page 23

TUESDAY. DECEMBER 17. 1957

"" » May all •sSwCyft y° urioys " To all our m . add up to friends VlKfl‘ a very merr y we extend i,.f Christmas. our very ** > best wishes <-> for a happy • . ttMB , Holiday. ® MbF /MfyEßt, tKf®* Wf Curtis Hill Air Conditioning and Refrigeration Service 105 S. 13th St. Phone 3-4324 < Fffz * rf* X 4/ zr WOF v _y ® ur warmest J ► w * B he s to you and ' | R yours for a gJm - house full A, tfAT> and happiness v EnWkii, JR: all through the / 'W. holiday season. JESfjfci ■ ■■& "i'S» i?GBB IDEAL DAIRY PRODUCTS 217 South 2nd Street "TS ’ ‘ 7 “ S - .> 1 L A 1 tt. Mi JA. £A -. xS r,! 1 >W^ r A •Wr l\ ! Ai ' I JBk w f ’ V 1 //JHrl /T J 'K $ L» We'd like to sing out our thanks to you for your loyal patronage and to wish you a holiday full of old-fashioned warmth, merriment and much good fellowship. ADAMS COUNTY TRAILER SALES, Inc. 803 N. 13th Street Decatur, Ind.

A /.VI POINT IN '' W • time By Shirley Barrent I HEY found each other on New Year’s Eva Joe had come to the party because there was nothing else to do and because you were expected to celebrate the coming of a new year. To bo gay and happy. Instead he was bored with the raucous, confusion. Joe was watching the dancers whirling in prescribed fashion when he saw the girl in the green formal. She wasn't Hollywood-beau-tiful nor was she the wholesome type, but she had beauty. A radiance? No. Joe answered himself, as she whirled off in the arms of a tall athletic guy, she was too subdued for radiance. He had seen enough to make him forget his boredom. He had seen the pale, round face framed by black hair. He had looked into her big, dark eyes. Wish Granted When she reappeared, she looked directly over her partner’s shoulder at Joe and her eyes were imploring. Joe did not dare to hesitate for fear of losing his courage, but quickly threaded his way through the dancers and cut in. One second he was tapping her partner's muscular shoulder, the next she had drifted into his arms. , z 3 4| \ % & fWw She laughed. “You were staring at- me and 1 did need rescue.” They danced wordlessly, solemnly He hardly dared look at her. i worrying jiow thatjie had misread, the look in her eyes. • ••’thanks," she said and her low I voice had a sweetness and anerp ' thusiasm to it. Joe said. "You were looking at me then?" She laughed and glanced up. “You were positively staring at me and I did need rescue. So. thanks. You can leave me now I the music's stopped." “Oh, please, can't we be propj erly introduced? He might come i back and besides," he went on rapidly, “when you rescue someone you have to give artificial I respiration. You wouldn't want me to lose my rescuer's badge so. soon?" , "No. of course I wouldn't" When she laughed, there were dimples in her cheeks and her eyes sparkled. "But artificial respiration here?" The dancers were regrouping around them. Important Things "Outside," he said and started off. firmly clasping her hand He could not bear to lose her and he knew just two things about his partner; she was the kind of a girl he had always searched for and her left hand was ringless She looked up searchingly as they got their coats from a maid. “If we go but 1 warn you I'm not coming back." - “Wonderful.” Jos swung the i door open and followed her out into the frosty air. “Why? Were you bored too?" "Stiff All that meaningless chatter, everyone trying so hard to find the gaiety associated with New I Year's Eve. Why?” They were walking slowly down a well-hghted residential street I “Why? The holiday spirit? Trying to be conventional not wanting to stay home when everyone else is at a party 1 don't know, not really. I was there for lack of anything better to do What do you think should be done on New ' Year's Eve?" Point In Time “Well, it's a point in time,” she spoke thoughtfully, their steps ■ slowed. “A time to put the past , year in perspective " “You mean assessing what's j been done or left undone?" “Yes, and looking forward too. f Oh, I know how we laugh at New Year's resolutions, but what better I time for inner resolutions? Do 1 sound very foolish to you?" "No, very dear.” It was out before he could stop it Hurriedly he I tried to bypass it “I've often ■ thought that wild parties were the wrong way to greet a New Year. Just think of the aching heads!" , Suddenly, she halted and taking , his hand, pointed. Hand in hand, they entered the lighted church where they knelt silently, so suddenly two young hearts fillfed with , Joy. I — Some 70 ships will be engaged i in the study of. Jhe ocean currents ■ during the 1 ■Geopfiysical Year. -i i

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Our thank* and best withes for a Happy Holiday to all of you whom it has been our great privilege and pleasure to know and to serve. WALT'S STANDARD SERVICE 421 North 13th Street aafvh Y/_\ , A Ghosts* s’® 5 ’® M peace E. F. GASS STORE iM'W *T* ' 1 1 he magic of I Christmas is in the ■ ?’ir I ’ J |ST A■% air...and we sincerely i' • i hope that its spirit / j brightens your ' g A whole Holiday iz Season. + 1' : •■ ..-.y i~"” ■■■' 1 z ’ rb —~r z —“ _y IN—ADAMS POST 43 | ' ■ ... _ ; ; —— •i - ... i •■■•■■■■■■■■■■■■MUBWBUUMSHMBBBWWHBBBrtBRIISMMWSUSaUUIBUBUBBBBSBBBBRBBI

inENYEAR By F. U Rowley -p HE old year was preparing to 1 drag itself out The New Year, with it* optimistic din. w*> waiting in the wings. In less than six hours 1957 would be gone forever. Maik Dennison crouched behind his newspaper. Not much lost, he told himself. He peered slyly around the edge of the paper to see what his wife was doing. Margaret sat quietly, staring through the big window. She'd been like that a lot lately. Listless, and older somehow. Mark bld behind the paper again, but his eyes refused to focua on the print He was thinking of the Margaret he used to know—the one with the dancing eyes; the girl who had a smile for everyone. She wasn't smiling now. Mark guiltily cleared his throat: "Hooey, do you need anything from the drug store? I'm going for some tobacco." "Tickets?” protested Mark. “I don't want any . . ." Margaret didn't turn her head. “No. Run along. Mark. I've got a i couple of phone calls to make." Her voice was flat Mark was uneasy on the way to the drug store. | ' Something was wrong and he couldn't put his Anger on it. Per- i haps Al the druggist would know; | Al had an answer, for everything. "Sounds like a '.simple case of the doldrums,” said Al a few minutes later., "By th£- wpy, .Mark, where are you and Mrs. Dennisou going this evening?” Change Plans “Going? Oh, you mean for New Year's. I wouldn't be caught dead I celebrating away from home. Getting too old for such things.” "Oh? And Mrs. Dennison? Is she too old?” Mark stared at Al as if he'd been slapped in the face. "See? You're getting stupid, Mark, as well as fat But tonight 1 you're lucky.” Al reached for the telephone: “Hello—Ernie? Ernie, I got a buyer for those tickets you were stuck with. Good. You’ll have . yoilr wife bring. them right over? Thanks Ernie.” "Tickets?" protested Mark. "I ~ don’t want any—” i “You can pay me later," insisted AL “‘Ernie and his wife ' were going to the Club Elite tonight but the poor guy sprained his ankle. So you give Margaret a night out; you wouldn’t want to go home some evening to And her i packing, would you?” Anticipation Mark laughed. "Margaret wouldn't do that. But I'll bet she would , ’ enjoy an evening out—especially I New Years. You know. Margaret and I used, to have some real good times on New Year's." He could hardly wait to break the news to Margaret Now he was glad that she'd spent most of the morning at the beauty parlor. Mark clutched the reservation in t bis pocket as if they were Wurid Series tickets. Margaret *r«s still on the phone. He closed the ilcor quietly. “I'm having the new suitcase sent to your house. Polly," she was saying, “because I don’t wa it Mark to know about it" Time For Showdown Everything at the Club Elite was perfect It was a few minutes be- j fore midnight while they were | dancing, that Margaret asked: "Is anything wrong, dear? You’ve . been so quiet this evening." j "You ordered a new suitcase!” Mar k blur ted. —— —- - | “’So you heard? It was meant to boa surprise for your birthday. You certainly can’t take lost hocI rid old grip of yours to the conven- ] tion next summer." ’ "The convention? The suitcase Is I for me?” Whistles began to blow. Noise I drowned out what Mark was trying ■ to say. de had to gather Margaret in his arm* to show her how he I felt. "Bvppy New Year, darling!" she gasped when th* noise diminished. “Hanpy New Year!" Mark repeated fervenCy. "Tell you whet —order another suitcase. I want you to go to the convention with me; 1 want you to go everywnere with ma." I ' > Thomas Midgley Jr. of Ohio in- [ ' vented ethyl fluid for autoomobile i I gosoline.

\ I Vx A Zy * . a V n . U«* d . ““.‘ be ‘ r ' X Cl ”” Ibra 1 «««"“ 8 «a k”' Z* B L.H *’ , K«" b F7 A ■ Jv wf IF ■ v '3KIK& *7/4’re hoping th at k all our good friends whom X J| ftdOOML UK we have had the pleasure \ to serve for so long will have the merriest Christmas ever. With many Thanks for yoor wonderful Patronage Kay Wyin, Record Department Jim Webb. Manager Chuck Kester, Bookkeeping Ernie Atkinson, Owner riEMTIR |B house” 136 North Second Street » ' S' <X J ''Oft fl w? W . ft I w Q w * V ' y Jx. is on a note of sincere appreciation that we thank you for your patronage and wish much holiday joy and ’( good cheer to you and your family! BURKE'S STANDARD SERVICE Mercer Avenue

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