The Key West Citizen Newspaper, December 24, 1937, Page 7

FRIDAY, DECEMBER 24, 1987. ‘HE first Christmas in our new home,” Janice Wray announced joyously as she across the threshold of ris and her new home. “Christmas in our new home,” | § Htewart echoed, switching on the it, “Oh, isn’t it just grand!” ex- med Janice. “Tl say it is—but slow up—slow p. Janny! I’ve got about all my ms will hold, without taking you board,” Stewart warned her as janice attempted to throw her arms Oh, keep quiet! You're just as mcited as I am—so why pretend?” fanice answered with a toss of her a. Stewart put his packages down and then with his arms around her assured her, ‘You bet I am, Hori- ey. I think it is wonderful! Stu- pendous!” And just because they were so happy, they both laughed. “Come on — let's get busy with the tree,” 4 Stewart sug- gested, *“Rightol’’ agreed Janice, 4 “just as soon as f I change my dress.” ‘The tree must be neither too large or too small. Some time had been onsumed deciding just the proper for a Christmas tree for two. were to be alone this Christ- the first Christmas in their home; there was no doubt about for they had definitely decided when they purchased the house. And the avigel said unto the, t - er ee Fear not: Hor behold, J bring you tidings af great joy, which shall be to all pengle.”/ ii ) | ‘fy Fear not, in this world of ominous change and ', strife, when your newspaper, because it is an American {, Newspaper, can dedicate itself unhampered to a life it of truthfulness, education, moral and civic leadership.! _, Fear not for the world when its people can and do ‘still forget their petty selfishnesses in the Christmas LL YEAR LONG, year in and year! out, this, your newspaper, brings you the : tidings of the world. Not all of them }!' are joyful, certainly none so glorious as the Christmas “' story which St. Luke announced 2,000 years ago in| "the glowing words of promise above. But most of: ‘ them are important to you, and all of them are , '| honestly reported and fearlessly, fairly presented as. | your newspaper’s conviction of its obligation to serve’ , , all the people can make them. | | spirit of fellowship and giving. * ¥¢ There is no other news we bring you that fills { our own hearts with gladness as the tidings of another: : Christmas fill them. And so, a Merry Christmas to _ you all; and may the love and peace and hope of the. . Great Birthday mellow your cares throughout theyear.| now here they were ready to the much-discussed tree, “Isn’t that star lovely?” Janice aid as Stewart placed it at the top the tree. Prves But I thought you had on something else,” Stew- replied. “I changed my mina,” was all lanice said. She didn’t tell him she "t think of a Christmas tree @ star at the top. They al- ys bad one on the tree “at } “Thought you weren't going to get eg ted balls,” she reminded Stew- * “EY changed my mind.” Both laughed at art's echo of Jan- ice’s answer of a moment before. « “Mother would love this silver ball.” Janice hung the ball where &t caught the most light. * “Wouldn't Bess love this blue ‘palll” Stewart picked up the large globe. “Qur dads would enjoy that open ire—and Bill those spruce boughs And so each thing reminded them of someone's fondness for it, or of some of the happy times of former bolida: 3. “Well, I guess that’s all for now,” Btewart said when the decoration “Didn't you distribute those to- @ay?” Stewart asked in surprise. “I thought it would be more fun to take them together.” ; “Stewart stopped and kissed her. }T think s0, too, honey—so let's go.” | } “Wait until I get my hat and | oat.” } “And Pll bring the car up to the When Stewart returned to the | foom Janice was placing packages under the tree. | “Janice, doesn't it seem to you | “Mere is something wrong with the | Sree?” Stewart asked suddenly. i } “No.” Janice walked all around | Me tree looking at it critically. | “No,” she said the second time— then suddenly—"‘Yes, Stewart, there as something wrong -- something miissing—the loving sharing of dec- erating the tree. Our families would go have enjoyed it. We trimmed it just for ourselves. It does seem self- » } ‘Then after a moment's silence she ‘eried: “I have it! Suppose we leave the presents here and invite our families here for a good old-fash- Goned Christmas eve celebration. (What do you say?” } “2 say—great! Here goes,” and Stewart hurried toward the tele- s (© Western Newspaper Union, Fleet street is London's news- paper row. £ Che Publisher St. Luke 2:10) pepe ig’ rates a 15-pound turkey will feed approximately 20 people, while a | 10-pound bird will be sufficient for 13 guests. Since many families do | not plan to have more six at the Christmas smaller birds probably will be in demand. However, it usually is bet- to get than five or table, even | | } 4 BASeE ieee ER z£ Fre inpcbieais e a 13 Robinson said. Whether the from the home @ market it should be bird and preferably a The 88 ia ols ag gE Ga a Cc m n a i i fi 7 Holiday Helen Gaisford Waterman Partners i i | | Deck the hall with boughs of holly, pes dripped | AY, Jen, where's the star for the top?” Dick Dartmouth smiled down at the girl who stood at the foot of the ladder, “How does it look?” he asked. “Fine, Dick. It's almost like be- ing home,” she exclaimed, and then her face sobered. “Here!” said Dick, and descend- ed. “Don’t you dare let me down. It’s a darn shame that the whole school piled off for the holidays and left you behind with me, but still, if you hadn't stayed, what would I have done?” “And if you hadn’t stayed, what would I? I couldn’t nearly afford the trip home.” “But at least, Jen, you have a home,” he said wistfully. “I know. I'd been thinking of that.” She straightenéd. ‘Come on, let’s get through. What shall we do with the mistletoe?” “Tll take it” He began twining it around a lamp fixture. ‘Do you know, Jen,” he said musingly, “I'm surprised some of the other girls didn’t invite you to visit them.” She was silent for a moment. “They did, Dick. But I preferred to stay here with you.” “Honestly, darling?” He laughed happily. “And I turned down three chances just to stay with you.” And quite naturally he discov- ered what to do with the mistletoe. Wood ducks are at home in trees as well as in water, eS a a OS a a a | Snake—Mrs. Bunny asked her hus- band for a new coat for Christmas. Leopard—What did he say? Snake—That she had no business | shedding her old one. a: SSO 1,000-Year-Old Play Hampshire mummers still per- form a play which is said to be 1,000 years old and for which there is no written script. The mummers are farm laborers who wear cos- tumes made of colored wallpaper. They give the play at Christmar time.—Pearson’s London Weekly. CEOS Christmas Cheer “What some folks call Christmas cheer,” said Uncle Eben, “‘is only an expensive form of nuffin’ but con- densed trouble.” WORKS WITHOUT WAGES CHICAGO.—Mrs. Caroline Ber- ger of this city testified in her di- vorce suit that as a wife she was} | a constant worker without wages. | A Sign in the Sky Was A Christmas Time Cross 6c ELL, Ratty, we'll be W banaine ourselves a grand present by this time tomorrow.” “Yah,“I don’t hanker after the job. Somebody in this home-town of mine might get wise to me.” “Scared? You been away ten years doing time. You're out now, and free. No one ain’t going to see you. You can lift plenty from that house you been telling about. You know every inchof it, by your say.”” “Sure I do. I lived in it for nearly twenty years.” The man beside him in the speed- ing car whistled. “Never knew that.” “You Slinky.” Clouds swept across the moon, now revealing it round and bright, now hiding it. “Stermy,” said Slinky, “all the better for us.” They entered a broad village street. Elms lined either side. “Right pretty, ain't it?” snarled Slinky. “But too neighborly for my blood.” “Hey,” cried Ratty stopping the ear. “Look at the moon shining up there behind the church steeple!” A cross of light streamed from four corners. ‘Nothing but moon- dogs.” “Shut up, you. I’m telling you something. I’m not robbing the house I was born in. I’m tough + - . but not that tough.” “You crawling dirty rat!” “And I’m going to church on Christmas morning like I used to with my, my,” he hesitated, “with my folks. We got decent clothes. I'm going. That there,” he pointed keep your trap shut, | at the streaming light, “well, for just a minute I felt like I used to feel when I lived here as a boy. I’m going, and so are you. We can say Merry Christmas then, for once, without faking it. That cross,” his voice was husky, “shows me up for | justwhatIam...arat. You and | me, Slinky, are going to be decent tomorrow.” — Martha Banning | Thomas. © Western Newspaper Union, . (Through the Clouds and in Time for Christmas ‘HE plane, “The Betsy Lee,” had climbed to 10,000 feet. The i man at the controls peered through the misted glass at the dense bank of clouds ahead. He had already encountered one squall, end there was a coating of ice on the wings. Should he turn back, and take the train that would get him home toc late for Christmas? Then he thought how disappointed Lucy and the kids would be. Christmas without Dad: dy. He squared his jaw and mut tered: “Bill Parker, you're no quit. ter; Betsy, we are going through!” He grasped the stick with a steady hand as the bank of clouds loomed closer, and plunged into them. The wind tore at the plane, caus- ing it to zigzag crazily and. it took all the strength of Bill’s iron mus- cles to prevent a tailspin. Rain and hail fell in torrents, with an occa- sional flash of lightning piercing the inky darkness. “What a storm to fight!” If he could climb high enough he might get above it. The roar of the en- gine answered, as he opened up the throttle, and the plane began to climb. Twenty thousand feet, the instruments registered. The storm was still with him. Five thousand more—he felt dizzy and numb. Then a lull as the plane roared into a calm, moon-silvered night, Bill pounded his numb hands. “We're going through, Betsy, old girl, but it was close to ‘Another plane crashed’ headline. We missed the front page but we'll soon be home.”’—Jocile Webb Pearson. © Western Newspaper Union, OUR WISH TO YOU ———is a CHRIST- MAS filled with GOOD CHEER and a NEW YEAR of HEALTH, MT 4 (C¢iediLtteteiLig¢tzittitiéd HAPPINESS and P< = _ S PROSPERITY. : Ss rs N) . TOM K. BOGGS Manager N N ‘ . N : : ) . : : : . : . \ . N csssssscrsrvssrscrsy Jane drew back. She wasn’t sure she liked this Bill so well—he seemed so sure of himself. She re- membered Bill as humble, wooing for her favors. “Come say hello to the folks,” Betty Jane invited, “and see the tree and smell turkey.” They went, hand in hand. “TI sup- pose you've met a lot of girls at col- lege,” she hazarded. “Tell me about them.” “Well, there’s just one I'm really crazy about,” Bill answered. the fellows think she’s swell. Her picture’s on my dresser, and when- ever I'm in doubt, I talk things over with her.” “How grand,” said Betty Jane in a tight little voice. They came to the mistletoe. How different from last year, when she was just learn- ing to love him! “I have her picture on my watch, too,” Bill went on, his eyes twink- ling brighter than the silver star atop the tree. “You used to carry mine there,” Betty Jane observed, and managed somehow to laugh lightly. “And still do,” said Bill, exhibit- ing it. “All the fellows are jealous of the girl I left behind me. There isn’t a girl in all the world, let alone college, like you, Betty Jane. And by the way, don’t you know that a pretty girl should always stop when she comes to mistletoe?”—Helen Waterman. © Western Newspaper Union. Sa kk See was not even pretty, was Dick, hanging on she was saying, and unnoticed. Only yesterday ho gesting that they There was his writing her would before long. Editors saying “no” forever, . . But he seemed to have forgotten she even existed. Doris f men growing suddenly ed like that. . Snatching a wrap she hi on the veranda, She the gayety another moment. denly she felt herself whirled around. Dick had come quickly through the doorway. “I've got the whole dope from her,” he was saying excitedly. “I’m on the way to riches. Don't you know she’s THE Barbara Overton who took first place in the biggest contests last year—and, me right on the track. I'm going to win big money next year—you see if I don’t. Doris, are you will- ing to take a chance, and marry me right away—to ta Christmas wedding?” rape? : ef today! PAUL BOYSEN BRETT & WILLIAMS FRED DION . Cebakaiakaeke tekiAdA AA ALAALAAAAAAALAAALL 2 JOHNSON & JOHNSON If your silver service is too bright take it to your jeweler and have a dull finish put on it. FITIPPAASPLLLE LZ LLL SO Florida Public. Utilities Co. Best Wishes For A " Prosperous 1938... The Real Estate Brokers of Key West are your salesmen and saleswomien. They show and sell or rent your property. They are the best boosters in Key West. 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