Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 14 December 1939 — Page 40

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friend of all children. ES 4 ALICE BANKS—a pretty, young school- Nog ’ , “EN X 5 Ny tic ‘ y VS SO | PEACHES, BUSTER ? JERRY DONALDSON—pampered son i | . = of the city's richest merchant. BETTY CARTER—awaits the coming of Santa Claus.

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YESTERDAY: It is Christmas Eve. Jim Carter works late shoveling snow, hoping to earn enough to buy gifts for his children. At Donaldson's hig store Santa Claus Brown gathers the children about him. Betty Carter is unhappy when her playmates taunt her for believing in Santa. She asks her teacher, Alice Banks, “Is there really a Santa Claus?”

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CHAPTER TWO THEY WALKED ALONG the | & main street together, in silence for, 3 a moment. Glittering window dec- p orations and street lights sent]: Sg3s 0) N - : gleaming shafts through the dark-|[ Nps Et y ING IN TUE ness. The soft strains of a familiar | “ : jo Lh ; : oo Y x ud NYTH ( b Ghyis mas carol came from one of hf nat NY - BOX FROM THE 5 3) 2%) ¥ = . » PE stores. VER SE | v "| | GARDEN OF EDEN ZA | Vi Thoughtfully, Alice Banks weighed bas DE - M . 1939 BY NEA SERVICE, INC. T. M. REG. U. 8. PAT. OFF. her answer to the child's all-impor- | 3. . pr. 1939 by United Feature Syndicate. Ine. tant question. lar |i § i a GENTLEMEN OR . PROFESSOR a AM Now ABoLT WE MUST SACRIFICE. r= OURSELVES TROY £3 1 | FOR. THE

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most as old as the world,” she be- “ ; TYrTYYTTEYIYT ESTROY BOTH THE gan. It goes back almost to the| . - time of Christ, when a good St. | HOLD EVERYTHING By Clyde Lewis BEATNCHAY Ano Nicholas helped the poor and gave i : FOR IT” generously to people who needed) | = rs ; help. Maybe there wasn't a real CIRET saint, but so many people believed NATION/ in him so hard that he had to be real.” “Ohhh!” Betty's eyes brightened. “Did he go all over the world?” | Miss Banks nodded. | “And did he have a red suit] then, and white whiskers and a| round tummy, like Santa Claus | Brown?” the child continued ex-

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the poem we all say every Christ-| mas— "Twas the night before Christmas . . | “Did anvone ever really see him?” Betty persisted. “Very little children do—those| who believe very hard. He lives right here”-—Alice put her hand over Betty's heart—“and the faith of millions of children for years and years has kept him real.” Betty's joy shone in her smile. “I knew there was a real Santa Claus,” she said confidently. She waved toward the departed children. |

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store. “Run along home now,| TTT - in : rr A) i SRR honey,” she said to Betty. “I have 14 ke to wake o small loahes] have VAY Co-uigners With me” \ BENAVERE BOY SCoons os SN = USED 0 BE A BOY i Fn ) JOINING THE to stop here a minute.” | INS = WW 2 A 3X The child went on gaily. pausing] FLAPPER FANNY By Sylvia A LITTLE Eo, Thi 4 i [ Boy scouts? to wave back at Alice. In Betty's] 2 L ; 3 heart was a song 5 ore = ~ hey GENTLEMAN,

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BETTY CARTER SKIPPED along | the snowy street, blissfully unaware | of the cold, and of the snow which had almost ceased falling. Her own street, Park Ave. seemed a strangely magical new world in its beautiful snow covering. The vast home of the Donaldsons | loomed like a castle at the upper, | or correct, end of Park Ave. Far|

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Betty caught sight of a man, who | : / slowly approached her as he shov- BROKEN > , 7 / YOU SWEATERS AND THINGS! 4 7

eled snow. i “Hi, Daddy!” she called happily, hurrying over to him. | “Hello there, Betty. Why so late coming home from school?” | Carter leaned on his shovel, stared | unhappily at his golden-haired daughter in her shabby blue coat. | She was so small and trustful. He thought bitterly—she must have a | good Christmas this year—she must have one! “We had a Christmas party in school,” Betty said excitedly. “We had a tree 'n make believe Santa Claus nn everything. Come on,

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gether. Your hand's cold. Youve| {'&='% shoveled enough snow.” “ : : . : I understand, Ted, and I think it’s swell of you. It isn’t every boy -=-SQ LONG, FEELING who'd spend an evening with his family when he has just FRECK / YOU'D BE

two weeks at home.”

Jim Carter shook his head, tried to look stern. “Run along, darling, tell mother | not to wait dinner. I'll be home as! _ soon as I can. Hustle up now. | THIS CURIOUS WORLD By William Ferguson Mother will be worrying.” Ese = She left him reluctantly and he resumed his shoveling. ” n 5 ~ = a . ae LLL TT TTY THE HOUSES GREW less im-| [iE > gp pressive as she traveled down Park “4% J er r / Ka A ) \ wily, Ave. toward the shabby end of the i / 7 4 \ wht R y \ 5 Ih in street. f . y AINA RN a 7 3 \ on / Betty rushed into her home, ve 74 Wn : ; 2 of Nh 7 | & wml: J CORR. 1939 BY NEA SERVICE, INC,

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There was the smell of {freshly 1 : 4 ® baked cookies in the air, a warmth 3 2 GEE , \\© we BEEN RLOE EVEN F WITH ME , MY LY . and hominess that belied the shabby == 2 x IM SORRX A SHE WAS | BUT 1 i EVES SMOORNE furniture and worn rugs. A fire Te aN i { > COLLONT HELP 1 ’ I 3 crackled in the little fireplace. 7 . “Cookies! Christmas cookies! | = e. 4 WERE BEING TRAINED Gingerbread men—for Christmas!” = re IN EN&SLLAND Betty sang out, hugging her mother. S Te O= “Oh, I'm so happy, Mother. I'm al-| } = » QO Waser most bursting, I'm so happy.” “You're late, dear,” Mrs. Carter said. “The school play must have been over long ago. I wanted to come, but I couldn't get away. Daddy—" Betty's happiness faded suddenly. “I know,” she nodded. “Daddy’s INSECTS shoveling snow, and shoveling. I PREY ON OTHER. saw him a few minutes ago. He just INSECTS FOR. £FOOL PT 4 : won't stop, Mother, and he’s awful ; tired. Mother,” she asked suddenly, Sea - « NOT BECAUSE ui Wi BECKY KILLER FIDDLESTICKS #/ LOOK, LADY- CAREFUL OF YOUR “why Goes Daddy shovel snow, when ENMITY BETWEEN a | COUSIN OF MY PETUNIA BEDS, \ CAREFUL, LADY/| | DON'T YOU DAST POINT THAT | | AM A GANG: \ MANNERS, YOUNG MAN. he’s a ’lectrical engineer, not a snow x OUT THERE YOU LITTLE RASCAL” J ME--I'M THE |] UGLY GUN AT ME’ LAND . ~y : ; shoveler at all?” THE TORPEDO TORPEDO: | | 0'GOSHEN:- YOU ACT LIKE / DIDN'T COM “Somebody has to clear off the - HE'S A IM A KILLER 7 streets for us,” Mrs. Carter tried to TF KILLER! SEE: speak cheerfully. “Take off your wet NX a : . shoes, Betty. I have to keep an eye on the stove. or the Christmas cookies will be burned to a crisp.”

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«But remember what you prom- ( BARBER POLES ised. Mother—remember? If I'm . SIGNIFY WHAT good and help and get ready for } . bed extra early, youll read ‘The ANSWER—The bandages used by ancient barbers who practiced Night Before Christmas’ to Joe and| the art of blood-letting as a cure for various ailments, Pete and me—just before we go to] bed —and—" | was cruel, thought Mrs. Carter, to| close to her as if to protect her | she stopped, breathless with ex- let the child go on expecting all the from disillusionment. She spoke citemment. | things she obviously wasn’t going tensely. - «And what, dear?” asked her|to get, but— | “I wish everything could sivas)

mother, taking a tray of cookies| She set the cookies down on the happen right for you—Betty. BEST BY “HOT TEST” ON TOAST,

fromm the oven. |table and answered: You're so little, and you believe a y SWEET “Just bef th real Sa | “Al right, dear, be good | » : , \ ’ one hoy Betty finished tri- |and help and Tl read “The Night IY ed quickly away, so that | < ie TD - ROLLS OR BISCUITS BECAUSE IT $ te chook Sli a hore Christmas’ — only — only — he uid could not see ‘the tears N° hn) { CREAM CHURNED FROM HEAVY SWEET i 8 a {in her eyes. NGS ZZ WHIPPING CREAM :

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smiled up at her confidently, It Mis, Carter hugged the child