Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 56, Number 301, Decatur, Adams County, 23 December 1958 — Page 14

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_nAAl*. /W -T x . . * ~ *C. T ». Merry Christmas and A Happy New Year CQ?V 232 N. 2nd St. Phone 3-4409 ■H ** -*5-**— ’ L ~ fllwwSx<7w' Robert J. Zwick-Beier Wl*W«|f tincelWß-’ ; >2O N. RNO ♦ WOK M4ot' L (j[liristmos)kweetmgs ♦ xk * I JOr/2/ yrnw-Co Ml ’ * ? Z \ /ll A\Sl Xdix. IT '&* s?? Jr Imlmi r !Si \ I ■ I .■«»■ Al a r’ML fi! rSr y a z 11 Kw 9 ® II Ila lr x Wm xl > Hk. bB II -I 11| i is IH I ffll 1 V Of 11 hl mW ■jhimm. A X AZ3\ ' lit art w< ■ 3f Oltvi /WMV- ;f " Hlay you be of fiood cheer ae Christinas J / M J® ,f / dawns...your heart full to over- \ / 1 ■ ■' ’’f flowing with alt of the high happiness ? and bountiful blessings of the Day. May the Joys of this Christmas be remembered very happily through many a long year to come. Smith Drug Co.

Mr Sun 7 • c&#f io '' C ' J >-, '- d'/i By Patriot* McCune ‘‘Vf ARTHA, It Isn’t everyone IVI W e’d trust to stay with the boys,” dark-eyed Lilian said as she and Joe left Friday noon for the mountains“Don’t worry about a thing,” Marha Drake smiled. “Merry Christmas." Although Martha had given a weekend with Davey and the twins as a Christmas present to Lilian and Joe Johnson, she knew they were giving her the weekend, too. Martha hoped that in the Johnson’s cosy home, lanky Roger Burton wouldeee her less as an efficient secretary and more as the girl he wanted to marry. That'night, as the three blond boys slept soundly, Martha and Roger soaked up the homey atmosphere and soft music. \By one o’clock Roger had left and Martha was in bed, but it was still dark when a small hand softly caressed her cheek. “Mr. Sun is up,” Davey whispered. “Where’s Daddy ?" »yx / L rr ' 1\ I \ / | \ - / \ Jt ‘■• t- ■». V x-I v /l ••■' '• -4 \ J \ y i F^-^ Z A ' ■/> , b w .. .— T . yg&. , z.-••■.••■ Mr. Sun is up,” Davey whispered. “Where’s Daddy T” “Davey, your daddy and mother have gone to the mountains for a few days, you remember. And Mr. Sun is not up. It’s dark, Davey. Get back into bed." “I’ll get in with you,” Davey decided, climbing ever her still unrested body. With the first graying at the window, Davey’s hands gently touched her cheeks again. “Mr. Sun is up," he announced. “Davey, give me another half hour to sleep, please. Aufit Martha's really tire&T But it was only a moment before brown-eyed Johnny was pulling at her from the other side. Martha realized that her morning had begun. Mr. Sun was up.. Davey gulped breakfast and flew outside to the mud almost immediately, but it was mid-morning before Johnny and Joey were back in bed. Now to see what Dazey's doing, Martha thought, hurrjtog to the back. (As Martha stepped outside, the door caught with a sickening click behind her. Ten minutes later, Roger sauntered up the front walk in time to see her disappear through the window she had frantically broken to get in. Some weekend this was going to be. Why did Roger have to see her climbing in the window? "Well, I’ll have a wonderful dinner, with juicy, rare steaks that Roger loves and he’ll forget all about the silly business of being locked out,” she told herself. Dinner Burned But that night, just as Martha was ready tp remove the. steaks from the broiler, Davey crept into the kitchen. “Johnny isn’t in bed any more,” Davey announced. "He’s gone." “Gone!” Martha repeated, racing to the boys’ room. "Johnny’s gone!" Martha cried and then saw him on Roger’s arm like a sack of flour. Relief surged through her, but momentarily, as the burning smell sizzled in from the kitchen. Sunday showed early promise of being a better day, even though Davey was up with Mr. Sun as usual. It was the laundry that broke the spell—Davey’s muddy corduroys, erib sheets, pants, shirts, sleepers, diapers. “It’s no Christmas present to come home to all this,” Martha sighed. *1 guess I’ll just do a load or two as soon as Johnny and Joey are napping." The washing machine was humming through 1 its third load when Roger arrived, but the third load was just too much. In sudden revolt, with a devastating noise, the machine ground to a halt and quickly overflowed. Johnny and Joey screamed and only Roger kept the soapy water from flooding the house. "Some weekend,” Martha lamented later. “Did Lilian say I was dependable? First X locked myself out and then ruined our dinner. Now I’ve wrecked the machinery.” With his warm eyes glowing with love, Roger took her hand. "It isn’t what happened that counts. It’s what you do about it You always thought of the children first I like that Tomorrow after work, let’s go Christmas shopping. Now X knowiwhat I want to «ive you.

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By Patricia McCone Bright-eyed Julie renter eat tensely beside her patient husband. Paul, aa he drove the expensive and not-yet-paid-for car to her youngest sister’s. “Some Christmas this will be,’’ Julie grumbled, nodding her dark head at the unpretentious pile of Christmas packages in the back seat. "We just haven’t brought a decent thing.’’ Paul sighed. “I bought presents for your two sisters, their husbands, and their kids. After all, you were sick. I did my best.” “Oh, Paul, I didn’t’mean you> shopping wasn’t fine. You know J appreciated it. It’s Just — well we’ve always done so much more, especially for the kids. Last yeai we got Georgia and Bruce the bikes and the girls those huge play houses.” ibSw //$= $ “I bought presents for yonr two sisters, their husbands, and their kids,” Paul said. As the late afternoon sky grayed, Paul pulled Into the Sheraton’s long gravel driveway, add ten-year-old Georgie and his younges brother, towheaded Bruce, dashed out to meet them. | “Walt for me!” plump Barbj called and in a moment there wen hugs and kisses and “Merry Christmases” all around. Julie couldn’t help fMUng that Barbara’s three children were disappointed when they discovered the simple-looking Christmas packages on the back seat. t A Beautiful Tree r "Cynthia and Ed and little Pan Wtfi be hero any minute,” Barbara said as Big George herded everyone into the old sprawling house ► Paul brought in their gifts, placing them carefully around the gilt- —— tartag tree. How forlorn they seemed to Julie, aU in their same store ‘ wrappings, all looking outrageously Mho what they were. She didn’t meet Paul’s eyes, but hurried to the door as Cynthia, Ed and seven-year-old Pam arrived. “Did you bring us something big, Aunt Julie?” Pam asked, jumping cnettedly from the car, and in spite of Cynthia’s stunned silence and Julie’s sickening embarassment, the others laughed“Why, Pam,” Cynthia scolded, “what a thing to ask!” “Amt Julie’s been sick,” Julie explained unnecessarily. “Just got out of bed yesterday." She saw the exchange of glances between her two sisters. They probably suspected already that Paul’s business was slipping. Wait until Cynthia naw all the books under the tree. Christmas began cold and clear. The day was bright and the eager children awakened early. With the first sign of light, Georgie leaped out of bed. “Get up, get up!" he - shouted, banging on-bedroom doors. “It’s Christmas!” Julie had to admit there was laughter and joy and fun all day. No one minded receiving the books. They were even pleased, she thought. “Best Christmas ever,” Barbara said when Julie and Paul were leaving. “You say that every year," Julie laughed. "No. I mean It* “Me, too,” Cynthia added, and strangely enough, Julie agreed with them. It had been the best Christmas. She thought about It a lot on the way home. "Do you think it was the best Christmas ever, Paul?” He nodded without speaking. “Why?" "Don’t you know?" June Understands "Yes.” She spoke softly, as Paul's hand dosed over hers. “No big presents—” She waited before going on and pressed Paul’s hand against her cheek. “Oh, Paul I didn’t realise. You probably tried to taß me, but I honestly didn’t know what the bikes and playhouses were doing to everyone, especially Cynthia and Barbara and—you. I didn’t know our Christmases had bean tense and frustrating because I bought things they couldn’t afford for their own kids or for each "Wo couldn't afford thorn, "I never would hew understood if me hadn’t bought the books.” HVsB, kfcta should haw good books.” Mie smilod. "Merry Christmas, Part,” she whispered and could ten in the dark, without tasking up, thsfhe WMhaMRa

Tor all our friends and neighbors we send this Yuletide wish. May the joy of Christmas meet and mingle with the happiness in your heart. May the spirit of Christmas ever dwell with you. TEEN TOGS aa ! Jaw: e?. With cheery wishes for o happy holiday 4 season, we greet all our good friends * , g and customers and extend our heartfelt thanks for * the opportunity of serving such wonderful people. A very Merry Christmas to one and all! • 158 8. 2nd St PHONE 3-3880 - -- - W wl /Max* BL ii May your Christmas shine brightly with good cheer and good fellowship ...abounding in all the happy sights and sounds of this festive season. That’s our sincere wish to you and yours, as we sing out “Merry Christmas!” Sheets jSgl FURNITURE CO. I South Second Street ItaM DECATUR 13-2602 INDIANA

TUESDAY, DECEMBER 23, 1958.