The Nocona News (Nocona, Tex.), Vol. 42, No. 28, Ed. 1 Wednesday, December 24, 1947 Page: 10 of 22
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Dec. 24, 1947
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of the Season
City Plumbing & Electric Co
PEACE ON EARTH
Mr. and Mrs. Ray Beal
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Glen Pribble
County Clerk
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Hinds Clark Tire Co
Auto Spring & Supply Co
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Michael Parker real-
not Wilson, was the
tn his arms he mur-
come back the same
Into
see.
May this cordiality
continue throughout the
months to come.
TO EACH OF OUR FRIENDS
WALTER’S CAFE
May Health, Happiness and Prosperity
be yours, not only on this day, but every
day throughout the years to come.
It is the foundation of al! the teach*
ings of Him whose birthday we
celebrate. May that spirit go with
you throughout the days of the com-
ing year.
Invariably revived at the Yuletide j
season is the yarn about the Scots-
man who slipped and fell while
carrying a bottle of Christmas spir-
its. On rising he felt something
wet running down his leg.
He said to himself: “I hope it’s
blood.”
In these troubled times of world
unrest and strife, Christmas brings
home to us the realization that “Peace
on earth, goodwill toward men” is
more than just an empty plu-ase.
THE NOCONA NEWS, Nocona
-----------acona, Tex
I suppose you asked Santa Claus to
send me home?”
"No.”
"Well, that’s strange. That's ex-
actly what happened.”
Marianne giggled. ’’Daddy,” she
said, "the next time you try to fool
anyone you had better cover up that
funny little mole between your eyes.
I could tel) that en-where.”
Our greeting this year is something very special because we want
you to know how deeply we feel toward our customers. Your thought-
fulness is deserving of special attention and we want to express to
you our heartiest wishes for the Holidays.
It s Christmastime!
Forget your cares and
remember that San-
ta's abroad in the
land. May your stock-
ing be big enough to
hold oil the good
things we wish for
rou.
The Texas Safety Association !
warns Christmas drivers that where
you drive, some harebrain may
suddenly erupt from a blind drive-
way or dash at you on the wrong
side of the curve, to wreck your car,
perhaps cripple you or kill some
member of your family. Be on the
alert to these hazards and be sure
YOU are not that harebrain.
And it is pleasant to remember old
friends, and to wish them, in a genuine
sort of way, all the joys of a Happy
Christmas.
As we express our compli-
ments of the Season to our
friends, we are mindful of the
cordiality of CHRISTMAS that
results in a feeling of
thankfulness for the
faithful and loyal rela-
tionships of those whom
we serve.
mERRV, ,
Ihml/iM
The Texas Safety Association
| warns Christmas shoppers that
| Death waits for you in the middle
I of a block. Cross only on the cross-
J^/umor
One of the most charming Yule-
tide chucklers concerns the pig-
tailed youngster who found a pin-
cushion among her other gifts on |
Christmas morning. The little girl j
then placed this note near the fire-
place: “Dear Santa: Thank you |
very much for your presents. And
I always wanted a pin-cushion, al- I
though not very much.”
The Texas Safety Association
warns motorists that every time you
follow a car ahead too closely, every
time you pass on a blind curve,
I every time you mash the accelera-
tor to the floor, you’re gambling a
I few seconds against the blood and
agony and death of 100 persons slat-
ed for death during the Christmas
holidays.
MICHAEL PARKER slid into his
Santa Claus suit with a groan.
■ It had been a long, hard day and
the stretch from seven o’clock to
nine remained before the big de-
partment store would close.
Seated on his throne, he glanced
resignedly down the long line ap-
proaching him. It was then that he
saw her. The sight made him choke
with emotion and his voice trem-
bled when he spoke to the young-
sters. Her turn came at last and
he took her on his knee as he had
done the others. "What's your
name, little girl?" he asked in his
gruffest voice.
"Marianne Parker," she answered
softly.
"What would you like for Christ-
mas?”
The answer was giver, instantly,
j "A doll and a carriage and ... uh
...” Marianne hesitated and
poked a finger in Santa’s padded
stomach ". . . is it real?” she
asked.
Michael Parker had no answer to
this and she looked up into his face.
Suddenly she burst into tears. He
longed to tear off his false whiskers
and tell her that everything would
be all right now. But instead he
said, “What’s the matter, Mari-
anne?”
“I want my daddy to come home,”
she sobbed. “I want that more than
a doll or anything.”
“Well, that’s a pretty large or-
der,” said Santa, "but I’ll see what
I can do.”
Out in the brisk night air Michael
Parker regretted having fought with
Wilson. The incident paraded across
his memory, as it had a thousand
times in the past few weeks. After
months of studying and planning, he
had gone to Wilson, the plant man-
ager, with a scheme that was sure-
fire for speeding up plane produc-
tion. Wilson was brusque. "You
stick to your engineering,” he said,
"I’ll worry about production.”
After telling Wilson, among other
things, that he was the plant’s big-
gest bottleneck. Parker angrily went
home.
Bitter and restless, he had gone
away three weeks ago, telling Elsie,
his wife, that he was out to get a
real job.
But no one would take him without
a release. As the days passed he
longed intensely to be with his fam-
ily again but pride would not let him
return a failure. Finally, funds run-
ning low, he took the job as Santa
Claus for the Christmas holidays.
Snow was beginning to fall Last
minute shoppers were thinning out
He walked aimlessly among them,
wondering where he could go, know-
ing that home, tonight of all nights,
was out of the question.
Suddenly he remembered the
words of a child who had sat on his
knee that afternoon. When Michael
as Santa Claus, had asked him what
he wanted for Christmas he had re-
plied, "It doesn’t matter. Even
Christmas doesn’t seem to matter
any more. I just came here to keep
up my mom's spirit.” He paused.
"There won’t be any real Christmas
for me until my pop comes home.
He's in Africa, you know.”
All at once
ized that he,
bottleneck.
With Elsie
mured, "I’ve
as I left—a fool, a complete fool.”
“Well, not a complete fool,” she
countered with a smile. "Wilson
telegraphed. He wants to know if
you can be in Monday morning to
supervise the setting up of your new
system.” '
"But how did you know that I'd
be here?”
Marianne ran out from her bed-
room and threw her arms around his
waist. ”1 told Mother,” she
nounced.
An amused twinkle came
Michael Parker's eyes. “Oh. I
Another classic of the season Is I
the one about the woman who i
stopped to chat with a friend after
the Yuletide services, leaving her
purse in her pew. When she re- .
turned for her purse, she discovered 1
it was gone. However, she quickly I
found it in the possession of the
clergyman.
“I thought I had better hold it,” j
he explained. “There are some in ,
the congregation who don’t believe
in Santa Claus, but they might
consider this purse an answer to
their prayers.”
A 10-year-old boy, making his first
visit at Sunday school during the
pre-Christmas season, was held
spellbound by the teacher’s re-
cital of Biblical stories about the
Holy Day and the spiritual meaning
of Christmas. Later he was asked
to fill out the school's standard ques-
tionnaire for new pupils. One of the
queries was: “Who will-always know
where you are?” i m a oiock. uross only on
The little boy answered it by walk and with the lights,
writing simply: “God.” I------------
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Perry, F. L. The Nocona News (Nocona, Tex.), Vol. 42, No. 28, Ed. 1 Wednesday, December 24, 1947, newspaper, December 24, 1947; Nocona, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1216970/m1/10/: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Friends of the Nocona Public Library.