Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 60, Number 301, Decatur, Adams County, 22 December 1962 — Page 14

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GREETINGS TO ALLI John Brecht Jewelry 226 N. Second St.

IM88&Ly j| > w 9& ISTMAS iSSINGS IRYONE '-»rf iM may spiritual JOY BE YOURS The Commercial Print Shop 210 S. Second St.

, RAIN FOR £ BY ONA F. LATHROP pATHY MEADOWS pressed her nose against the window-pane and stared into the gloomy morning. Rain! Rain on Christmas ; morning! Not snow, as some folks would have for the Holiday but a sudden downpour from a leaden :sky that looked as if it would ! never again be blue. How could this have happened to her —when she’d counted so much on her Christmas outfit to catch Richard Whittier’s coveted glance? I “You’re a nice wholesome-look-ing kid,” her best friend, Joyce Mallory, had told her last week. Joyce was in the millinery department of Mason’s where Cathy ; worked in Cosmetics, and she was bent on helping Cathy snare the inimitable Dick. “But you’ll never get to first base with him in those mousy clothes you wear. You always look like a refugee that’s been in a rainstorm.” “But I love rain,” Cathy protested, “and I always buy things that will stand walking in the , ,— - /’ / i St’byb/ ULJI/ j w ? // nfi >yX < “ | Z Zy/ ’’Mijt® Jr fy She stood on the steps, rain running off her hat. “Well, for once buy yourself a real saucy hat—l’ve got just the ticket over here.” So Cathy let herself be led over to the hat-bar where Joyce fitted a froth of purple violets and pink veiling over her dark hair. Cathy mortgaged her next Week’s wages to pay for the hat. j Then she searched for the blouse. ■ Mason’s didn’t have a thing, so she went across to the exclusive ! shop and there she found it—soft j pure silk. It was the love of a life-! time, even if she did have to pay ) cash and go lunchless next week! All Ready . She had her hair done and her) good grey suit cleaned. She buffed up her old pumps, and hung ev-J erything in readiness before she ; went to bed on Monday night< Dick’s family always sat just behind her in church and she’d pictured herself coming in a little ■ late and smiling at him as she edged into the pew. But now everything was spoiled. She couldn’t afford to ruin the expensive hat and blouse and she didn’t own an umbrella: She couldn’t'afford a J cab, and she wouldn’t just stay home! In desperation she dragged out her old yellow blouse and the black hat that must be waterproof—the number of rainstorms j it had weathered. Yes, she was j definitely mousy now, Joyce would | say. j She hoped he wouldn’t be there. { But he was! Big as life, and grin-; ning that lovable grin of his as she tried to sidle into the pew without being noticed. She’d looked for a place in back, but every seat behind him had been taken. After Church On the steps after church, she tried to avoid him. People were dodging into cars and cabs through the rain, but she didn’t > care any longer. She just stood; there with the rain running off her old papery hat and dripping) down her nose mingling with her, tears as she thought how differ- 1 ently she had pictured this mo—ment. She saw the Belknap girl, with her straight blonde hair in wisps under a fussy pink ribbon concoction, djving into her big limousine to keep from wetting her little fur wrap. i Greeting And then she felt Dick’s arm slipped under her own. “Hi there, Beautiful! Now here’s a gal after my own heart—not caring a thing about her beautiful clothes but just standing in this nice Christmas rain like'a daffodil, drinking in the beauty of it. I’d love to walk you home in this lovely rain, i • if you don’t mind.” Cathy caught her breath. “You mean you like to walk in the raim You—you don’t mind how I; look?” “How you look? I was just thinking you had on the most ! sensible otitfit in the whole church. All those be-ruffled and be-rib-boned dainties look 9, little silly on a morning like this. Even if it is Christmas. By the way, how about having dinner some place' with me this evening—even if it quits raining?” “Even if it doesn’t!” she smiled. "After all, it’s Christmas!”

THE DECATUR DAILY DEMOCRAT. DECATUR, INDIANA

W■■ lr ■ MAY YOUR HOLIDAY GLOW WITH PEACE AND HAPPINESS BILL SNYDER NORM POLLOCK

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> X—x RINGING OUT YULETIDE WISHES It’s a real pleasure to wish all our friends the Merriest Christmas ever! Downtown Texaco 304 N. Second St.

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A LASTING GIFT I A W? i BY F. L? ROWLEY { MR. KAUFMAN was a thought-: ful man. Only ■ thoughtfull man would have placed chairs along the wall facing the self-| service elevators. John Kerwin’ pondered over Mr. Kaufman’s' thoughtfulness now as he puffed his cigarette. He sat in one of the chairs, gazing fondly at the three i grilled doors. He wondered if he’d ! ever see them again after this evening. L A young girl strolled down the aisle carrying a teddy bear. She passed John, turned, and came back to study him. After a lengthy I appraisal she said: “You’re fat!” I i He nodded. “I can’t deny that, I my dear. What’s your friend’s’ name?” He pointed his cigarette at the teddy bear. I “Santa Claus is fat too,” she said, ignoring his question. “But 1 I like him anyway. Do you work in this store?” Secret “Yes—at least until six o’clock this evening.” He couldn’t very well tell these wide blue eyes that he would don a red suit and listen ‘ to little ones like herself for the next two hours. “I used to run one of those elevators,” he volunteered. I “Did you quit driving it?” John had a fine view of the toy department from his plush chair. i “Only because automation has set in. You see, they push buttons in the elevators. Now anyone can operate them. Even you can pick out a floor you wish to visit, press a button, and whoosh! You’re there like magic.” ' “That’s nice, but I’d rather see you drive it. What do the drivers <3 . do when all the elevators get buttons?” “A good question, my dear. Wish I knew the answer to that one. Now if you‘ll excuse me I have to get back to work.” John stood up, stretched, then answered the question in her eyes: “Mr. Kaufman, the owner of this store, gave me another job when I was through driving the elevator.” This seemed to satisfy her. She trotted off down the aisle. John shuddered when he thought of his ‘other’ job; it would soon be over. In two more hours Santa would be out of work—completely! How could he explain to Martha? Why hadn't he told her two weeks ago, when they had taken him off the elevator? , Keeping Calm “Better get with it, Kerwin! The kids are waiting.” John , turned to see Albert Walker grinning at him. Albert was manager of the toy department. For some reason he didn’t like Albert. Even now he had to check himself; no use spoiling the Christmas holi- . days by losing his temper. “I’ll be , right with you,” he said evenly. ! The next time Mr. Kaufman entered the toy department he was nearly tackled by Albert. They had their heads together for a long time. The owner of the store nodded emphatically. When Mr. Kaufman left, Albert made straight for John’s throne. If it hadn’t been for the children, John would have told him off then and there!" 2Guess what? "asked Albert breathlessly. “Mr. Kaufman has just promoted me; I’m to be assistant manager of the whole store!” “That figures.” “Eh? Oh, you think I’m cut out for the job? Good! That makes me glad I suggested your name when the old man asked who would manage the. tax. <Jepart- T ment.” “Me? Manage the toy department?” John was gratefcil for the beard that half concealed his red face.—' - • . ! “Os course. You’ve helped me; out in the department a few times. But it was my daughter who gave me the idea.” John blinked. “You mean the little one with the teddy bear?” Gift “That’s my baby. And Mr. Kaufman likes the plan. Says you seem to have away with children. Thoughtful man, that Mr. Kaufman. Says I should break the news to you as a kind of Christmas gift—from him. What do you think of it?” John held out his hand.

.a fen' IM HF ’ll WwU I! ■ Tii TF ■ i y*•» " IT /W JI Wnf Vl WE EXTEND OUR FOND WISHES FOR A JOYOUS CHRISTMAS DAY DIERKES IMPLEMENT SALES 341 N. 13th Street Decatur, Ind. —z*’- j. m •. wbfil ~ Christmas Greetings to~our many friends KIESS ELECTRIC N. 7th Street Decatur, Ind. gw - iWpiMfcJWV : fray, : . -1 *. x — a v7 f TO ALL, A JOYOUS GREETING Decatur Baking Co. MARK SCHURGER jiff W ' , MERRY \ CHRISTMAS TO ALL OUR FRIENDS DECATUR AUTO SUPPLY, _L INC. 135 S. First Street Decatur, Ind.

SATURDAY, DECEMBER 22. 1902