Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 56, Number 301, Decatur, Adams County, 23 December 1958 — Page 15

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"A fWR liketo thank all our good friends for * their G *® patronage and jWHrK wish them much joy f** '"* throughout the holidays. EHINGER & KORTENBER The Boston Store yjgyfata ufljLjfaw jT f- i^' <v jmSHI r At Christmas time, we wish for you all the spiritual „, x 4> blessings of the season. May your heart and home be filled with happiness supreme, and may the radiance and wonder of this holy time be with you and yours throughout the coming year. Kohne Drug Store |m|ELX< , f .^^7/ --'"Am / -^frOLD -FASHIONED W We’re old-fashioned enough to get sentimental about Christmas .., to conjure up visions of happy reunions, stockings hung by the hearth, tinsel hung on the tree. In this hearty J- spirit, we wish you the season’s best! (SkV\ \ ROESUCK ANO ( Ccfloj S«te.\ 140 South 2nti Street Phone 3-3181

' fiHrtsy guupßi ■ u TUBT becsuM we live nlaetyJ eleven thousand miles from eivUlsation," Betty Abernathy said heatedly, "is no reason we can’t have modern conveniences.” Jim Abernathy, who was as stolid as his wife was alight and enduring as she was excitable, placed a record on the turntable before answering mildly. "Darling, we have electricity, running water, and Poverty Flat is only twenty miles away.” "Oh. I hate logical men!" Betty looked out the window of their mountain home at the far flung snow-covered peaks. “Here’s Christmas coming and I bet you haven't an idea in your head.” Jim tamped his pipe slowly. "Betty, before I brought you here, I warned you that the adjustment from city life would be difficult and promised to make things as easy as possible. I hope to have TV in by Christmas day.” “Oh, Jim you are a darling. But how?” “Leave it to me,” he felt less confident than he sounded. “Do you realize that neither of the Cullens have ever seen a set outside of magazines?” ~nf“ J "You’ll have a good picture here,” the expert decreed, “but your set will have to be up here.” “Heavens, that’s right. They’ve been here since Nathan retired ten years ago.” Community Present “Yes, and ten years back TV was still in its infancy." ? "Heavens,” Betty rtffeate<T?**Jinf let’s make it a community Christmas present. Think how they'll enjoy it.” | Jim drove the twenty miles to i town in their fire engine red jeep ; with frequency in the ensuing i weeks. Getting reception at 5,200 feet was a real problem. At the i cabte, they could have sound, but no picture. Nathan Cullen and he scouted a nearby ridge with the TV man from Poverty Flat. i "You’ll have a good picture here,” i the expert decreed, “but your set win have to be up here.” "Here?” Jim glanced at the en circling pine trees with dismay "What about snow?” Nathan, a giant of a man even in his seventies, answered briefly. "Put up a tent with a woodstove in tt, TBStWe keen on seeing TV for Christmas. Puts me in mind of a child.” It took the men two days to erect a satisfactory entenna on the often windswept ridge and another day to set up a “Theater” as Nathan called their tent. Christmas night, they all poureC out of the jeep into the already heated tent where the TV set re posed in walnut splendor. "My," said Effie excitedly, when the test pattern flickered on the screen, "that’s a new game to me Not much like checkers.” Nathan and Effie leaned forward never taking their eyes from the big twenty-one inch screen. Even the commercials enthralled Effie More Fan Than TV Effie cried watching one Christmas drama. “My, those pooi ‘ people have so many troubles. It must come of living in cities. Poor things," When Jim came back from stoking the fire, Betty whispered to Mm. “She’s more fun than the TV.’’. A second play, a specatcular, ; was so entrancing that they were reluctant to turn off the set. When they trooped out to the jeep, they discovered four inches of fresh snow. Jim dropped the enthusiastic Cullens in front of their redwood board and batten home. “You certainly gave us a Christsaas present,” Nathan said. “My, yes," Effie said, “now we’ve seen that life can be beautiful.” Once in their own home, Betty exploded, "Did you hear that silly Effie? Oar life is beautiful. We didn’t need TV to know that, though X couldn’t help thinking that we’re pretty lucky, Jim. Peace, simplicity, freedom—why, we have i aS that and more." ! "If TV made you feel that way,” ' Jim said, taking her in his arms, ; ‘TH take you up to the “Theatre” once a week just so you’ll-keep that : Christmas spirit throughout the year."

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1 11 ” I *■" wishes to you, friends and ’ (pj] neighbors, and At a full measure of the best things in Hfe for now and always. John Brecht Jewelry 226 North 2nd Street wish you : <=r/t this festive season, we look back upon a year of meeting old friends and making new ones. To all go our hearty thanks and happiest greetings. May each and eve*y one of you have the merriest holiday ever. ' . I 4 • ... .. With many Thanks for your wonderful Patronage Kay Wynn, Record Department Jim Webb, Manager Chet Longenberger, Asst. Mgr. Chuck Kester, Bookkeeping Ernie Atkinson, Owner Decatur Music Hanse 136 North Second Street ■-—■■■■■■ "Il I I • ,— — v A y.' st* •M i M> ' ■. /y ■ • ja < >' i ’•‘•w A. *2 B, M * * “ftl K A & w ▼ Z w ~ y?f JL • — - j4s another Christmas dawns, may its good cheer pervade every home, lighten every heart, brighten every lif?. Especially may you and yours partake in full measure of all the joys and blessings of the Day. Merry Christmas, all! Decatur Hatchery 122 West Monroe StVeet ». J

CARIOiW MEETS SAMW/ By TuUta Fernandez TO CARLOS the four blocks home seemed like miles of empty desert Slx-year-old legs are not constructed for the speed his excitement demanded. Ho had so much to tell. “Mamaclta! Mamaclta!” Carlos squealed, tumbling through the door. “Yo tango mucho hambre." "Carlos! I 'ave tole you! Here we speak the English. These Estados Unldoa—how you say?—they are home now. English we speak all time." "Si si, Mamaclta." Carlos said, hanging his head. Then he grinned broadly as the words came. "I have hungry ... I am hungry. First I eat Then I tell." /KKSSfzSßnsfin B'« / *** <>*** I W* (*** I Mr n * How was he to tell his big news In the unfamiliar tongue ? Carlos, his cheeks flushed, his black eyes snapping, nearly choked on the tortilla he was busily stuffing into his mouth. How was he to tell his big news in the unfamiliar tongue? “Mamaclta, aqui — here,” he corrected himself quickly, “we, the boys, the girls, make a letterwrite the letter to Santo—Santa Claus. Letter To Santa "Yes? And did you write this latter, little one?” Carlos nodded, relieved that Mamaclta had understood. “I writed. I told Santa Claus I want a burro. You think he bring burro, Mamaclta? Teacher say Santa Claus bring things writed in the letters—” Mamaclta puckered her mouth thoughtfully. “A burro ? Where you ; keep burro ? Is no place in city—” > “In the shed, where auto is put Papa have no auto." When Papa came home from hit work in the artichoke fields Carlos told him of the letter to Santa. “You think he bi.ag me burro, Papa ?’’ He asked, searching Papa’s face. Papa grinned, showing his strong white teeth. “Maybe, Carlos, my son, who knows what happen in this big country? Maybe two burros, Santa Claus bring for the Christmas.” The winter days passed. Each morning, Carlos was sure the day would never end, but time to go home came quickly. Darkness fell early, his street became a fairyland of colored lights and wonderfully decorated trees. Still Christmas didn’t come. Santa didn’t answer his letter. Carlos began to doubt—a little—that Santa Claus had received it A dozen times a day he had to be reassured that of course, Santa had his letterThough Carlos hadn’t expected to find Pedro under the Christmas tree—burros didn’t live in houses—he was disappointed at not finding it there. And Mamaclta insisted on cooking breakfast Christmas morning, like it was just any morning; insisted also that Carlos eat before he opened his gifts. At last Papa chucked him under the chin. "You go now, Carlos. You look around good." / Mysterious Package ■ Carlos ran. In the garage his eager eyes saw only the familiar hodge podge of household discards and tools. No burro stood looking at him with soft eyes. Blinking back tears, Carlos ran from dark comer to dark corner. A big package stood against one wall, but it was too thin, even the skinniest of burros couldn’t squeeze into such a flat package ... Carlos turned, wiping his eyes on his sleeve and ran into Papa. "What you say we open this package, Carlos ?” Carlos nodded. Papa could open the package if he wanted. Carlos knew it contained no burro. The paper peeled off under Papa’s hands. Little by little the shiny, red thing inside was revealed. Then Papa lifted it out. A bicycle! A bright red bicycle. "Look at that!” Papa said. "Santa Claus knows what kind of burro boys in the United States ride. What you think, Carlos?" Carlos was speechless before the beauty of this incredible steed. Slowly to ran his hand over the glowing leather seat, then looking up Into Papa’s beaming face he asked, “Is it really for me, Papa? AU mine?" “Yes, son. AU," “I will name him Pedro and ride him on the sidewalk—maybe in I the fields. Run Papa! We go tell Mamacita Santa bring Pedm.” .

■ — i jAt B It is our sincere wish that the WfJu/B // spiritual beauty and MIW ,estiw W <•* Christmas Wfflßi® season light up your days * ith bri B ht h °P® and happiness. F ''Wv' L and 0 SHOP 134 West Monroe Street I a . y , , , «* I r-,- Z' ! * A v. i W Greetincjsil x, .*£X ! h..< Jfrafc..w, -M ■ ■ ■- ft /». - S <A. x I : / W ~ core’s to you, our good friends and patrons... our sincere ? appreciation for the privilege of serving you and best wishes for a happy holiday season. THE STOP BMX 1 i ; “NEWS and HOBBIES” " "*1 Marion and Nancy Robison 240 West Madison Street r i ißaMMMmmemenwßawmeiMnßenmMinmmmmMaanameMasnmanmiMeMaemanmnaaMßMMmßaMMaammmMeaMMayeMMSMamamMHi p ; t.g< I CknsfnwsCkeer 1 ■ 1 i' 11/ « wl '■< We hope you have a very Merry Christmas, » ( J - ® | JI S the good old-fashioned kind with all B. I the trimmings... joyous carols, I Er 0 ’ ’tockings hung by the chimney, * laughter, love and good cheer. I ■ - wviwdßMP-' ! s Clarence Ziner Eugene Ziner CULLIGAN WATER CONDITIONING 147 S. 2nd Street Phone 34214

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