Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 59, Number 300, Decatur, Adams County, 22 December 1961 — Page 27

FRIDAY; DECEMBER 22. 1961

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Brhiim ENM6EN9T | It FATSICIA M< CVNE SUE BARNABY, folding the eve ning newspaper, glanced speculatively at her husband. If he’d read the announcement of Michael Haines* return to the Feather Room, he was certainly keeping quiet about it “Bill, let’s go dancing at the Feather Room tonight. Celebrate Christmas.’” She tried to keep her voice calm. She knew she was foolish to have a crush on Michael Haines after all these year*. “Mother’ll stay with the boys.” “Sure. Let’s celebrate Christmas at the Feather Room.” Bill scowled as he ran one square hand over his thinning brown hair. “I’d like to gee if Michael’s wearing a toupeel’ n* . .«rV«...-, --~w { « HN /M ■ a u—, A Z~V - tahiLi/ j She saw he was neither fat nor wearing a toupee. «• 1 "Bill Barnaby, you know Michael doesn’t wear a toupee!” Oh, why did she always defend Michael? Suspicion “I know nothing of the sort. Not only that, but I suspect he’s put on weight, too.” Later, at the Feather Room, when Sue saw Michael on the bandstand, she saw at once he was neither fat nor wearing a toupee. Bill would be miserable .fill right Watching Bill, Sue felt her heart tighten, reached for his hand as Michael approached their table. “Sue! Bill! Swell of you to come!” Michael’s handsome face lit up. After all, they were old friends. But she didn’t like the way Bill looked. He became more and more depressed as Sue and Michael caught up on the last ten years. Before returning to the orchestra, Michael spoke gravely, looking at both Bill and Sue, “You’re a lucky couplet It’s been great seeing you again. Merry Christmas!” Thoughtful Sue was unusually quiet on the way home, staring silently into the gray night. No cooing, no humming, no tapping of feet. ‘‘Bill, what’d you think of Michael?” She spoke abruptly but Bill didn’t even turn his head. Bill cocked his head and looked closely at Sue, who continued: “Well, first of all, you spent two years in the army, and not singing, either. Then when you came home, yo.u started the used car lot with barely more than our own car, and then you got the agency, and now you have a whole city block, with new cars and used cars and a garage, and everything. Why, we even have money in the bank! And the boys, and our own home—” “Yeah, I know but—” “And that Michael Haines isn’t one bit different in ten years,. Not one bit! He even has all his hair.” Sue moved closer to you think Michael could have done better after all this time? He’s right back at the Feather Room where he started.’’ “You forgot one thing. Sue. Ten years ago Michael got a measly hundred bucks a week for bewitching the crowd at the Feather Room. For his return engagement, he hauls in about five thousand a week. You can’t exactly say the guy’s stood still. I won’t say he’s great or anything like that, but I'll give him credit.” Sue noticed there was no anger in Bill’s voice, no sign of jealousy. It was just like him to sense it the minute she changed toward Michael “How. come you’re getting so generous all of a sudden?” “From now on you can hum all you want. Tap your feet, too, if you like.” Sue smiled and felt relieved it was all over at last. Michael was right about one thing. She and Bill were a lucky couple. “Merry Christmas, Bill,” she whispered, thankful they’d gone to the Feather Room to celebrate, knowing in she 4«* FiQ v«a happy, too.

THE DECATUR DAILY DEMOCRAT, DECATUR. INDIANA

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■ ■ /// i“ /// / Hoping the // / / blessings of // / Christmas /// , . Zv / shine upon i f / you. Roth's Radio & TV Service 104 N. 13th St. Decatur, Ind-

May gifts of joy r 4 be yours this //T\ Christmas. Wi Gillig & Doam BEiMit Funeral Home mfißKHy 312 Marshall St. Phone 3-3314

Shim's im $5 wM.mwitr mA I IT WAS Christmas Eve. Bertram * Hollingshead shuffled down Railroad Lane dragging a lumpy sack in his wake, and no one gave him a second look. It wasn’t unusual for tramp.a and vagrants to leave the terminal toting all manI ner of hurriedly assembled gear. And Happy Noonan, who walked this particular beat, would amble along at a comfortable distance behind them, wondering what it was they had stolen. But tonight Happy Noonan was miffed. Not only had Bertram decided to pursue his questionable work on Christmas Eve, but he < had brazenly dragged his unsavi ory sack across the surprised Noonan’s smartly polished shoes. ’ Then Bertram strode through the big gate, contentedly puffing on a cigar, and disappeared before , Happy’s ears had turned red. A big man stomped noisily • across the platform. Noonan recognized him aS {Sergeant Dennis. “I see you are your usual sharp self this late p.m.,” said the sergeant. apHI-' - ■TMMBI C.IFT MUH ffl ißErzj ! j. yWT ‘ "• —- —»' He knew where to find Bertram. i- ~ Should Please - Sergeant Dennis would be pleased with him tonight! He’d done what he’d been told to d».' i Bertram tried to protest on the way to the station, but Happy prodded him with his revolver. When they entered the station 1 Sergeant Dennis was not smiling. “We caught the men who robbed the store,” he whispered to Noonan. “Now what charges will we bring against Bertram?*’ Noonan winked and produced the necklace. Then he turned to Bertram and said: “Empty your bag!” | x Bertram poured out the contents of the sack. There was a : teddy bear, three games, and a football. He' grinned up at the sergeant: “The necklace is for the Widow Joyce. I was trying to surprise her and Timmy. At least THEY believe I’ve gone straight.” j Sergeant Dennis was looking at him. "I guess we’ve forgotten, haven’t we, Noonan?” “What’s that, sir?” “We’ve forgotten the wonderful things that can happen on Christmas Eve. Merry Christmas, Bertram!” And the little man ahouldered his pack and smiled. I 5? o ‘ j I * - ; z i “What do you mean?”Noonan ■ asked innocently. I “I’m referring to the gentleman who just walked out that 1 gate. Anyone else would have mistaken him for a hobo—or a burglar. Not you though. You know the real goods when you i I see it.” “I do?”' “You certainly do. Even in the dark you can recognize Santa I Claus.? i “I thought that was Bertram I Hollingshead,” said Noonan. “It 'WAS Bertram, you idiot!” screamed jSergeant Dennis. “And j if you value your job you better ■ j bring him in! There’s been a rob- - bery over on Main Street. The j owner of Burke's Jewelry Store is down at the station right now. We promised to give him some action'. He doesn’t know you’re on the force.” The Search Noonan had a good idea where he’d find Bertram. The hobo had | been working for the Widow Joyce j | for almost two months now, and ' I purportedly going straight. Hap- ; py was glad that’ he didn’t have 'I far (to walk. • He saW Bertram on the Widow : Joyce’s back porch. The little -man was in a characteristic pose, trying... to- jimmy a window. He j jumped when Noonan called out: “All right, knock it off! I’ve got you cohered!” , Bertram smiled weakly. “Well, if it isn’t my old pal Noonan. I’ll bet you don't know • what I’m doing?” "That's no ticket window,” said Happy. “I didn’t want the widow or her son Timmy to hear me,” said Bertram., "I got a bag full of toys here for the little fellpw. Tonight I’m Santa Claus.” -“And I'm Little 80-Peep. Come on, I'm running you in!” “Wait! If you don’t believe me look in the bag.” “March!” Noonta commended.

BMkltOw {'lirislmiis||i’fdings May the peace and joy of the Season be with you always! Inskeep Plumbing & Heating JAMES INSKEEP 1127 W. Monroe St. Decatur, Ind. • ■ '

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