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THE SEALY NEWS
THURSDAY, DECEMBER 25th, 1947
THREE
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MERRY
CHRISTMAS!
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WE GREET YOU
Never a Christmas morning,
AT CHRISTMAS
Never an old year ends,
And trust
to offer you Cheer
someone—
every day
Old days, old times, old
of the year.
friends!
044 TO
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Ad. Felcman, Owner
Christmas season.
PSt
BORIACK BROS. MOTOR CO.
Sales and Service
Firestone and Humble Products
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i National Bank
KRCHNAK’S GROCERY
Bellville
John J. Krchnak
Our greeting for each
of you is the same
and ever true Merry
Christmas and a Hap-
py New Year!
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TIDINGS OF
GREAT J OY j
A. A. Boriack
Phone 233
E. W. Boriack
Bellville
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#47
DO YOU KNOW that carpen-
ter work on a private home may
be subject to tax under Title II
of the Social Security Act? You
should contact your nearest So-
cial Security Administration of-
fice for further information re-
garding carpenter work on pri-
vate homes if you are planning
to remodel or build your home.
Your Social Security Administra-
tion office is located at 813 Fed-
eral Office Building, Houston.
hristmaS
PEACE
, OH EARTH
At the end of a day both walk-
ers and drivers are tired and im-
patient. Because reaction is slow-
er, caution must be greater, says
the Texas Safety Association.
More people are killed in the
evening rush than at any other
time during the day. Take care
—and don’t be rushed to death!
While angels
hovered overhead,
the Star of Bethlehem guided
the Three Wise Men
to the Manger at Bethlehem.
We cannot offer you their gifts
of gold, frankincense and myrrh.
Our gift must be restricted
to the old, but heartfelt wish
for all the joys and blessings
of the Yuletide season.
FELCMAN‘S PACKAGE
* LIQUOR STORE
CITY
SERVICE STATION
Mr. and Mrs. G. A. Remmert
MAY THE HOLIDAY SEASON
BE FILLED WITH JOY!
But that someone thinks of
May the spirit
of the First Christmas
gladden your hearts
this
From the files of Dec. 26, 1946
A candlelight Christmas con-
tata, conducted by Mrs. J. G.
Baker and Mrs. Wm. Black, was
held at the Methodist church,
Friday night.
Charles Orsak of Boston, Mass.,
who is with the Coast Guard, is
here to spend the holidays with
homefolks.
True to the tradition of many
years the W.S.C.S. gathered at
CHRISTMAS
ONE YEAR AGO
-IN SEALY
ULETID
Some things, like wine and
cheese, get better with age. But
don’t let anyone ever tell you
that the tools you use get better
as they get older. The Texas
Safety Association urges you to
check that hammer and wrench
—all your tools—and keep them
in good repair for safe living.
Member F. D. I. C.
May we add our name to your
Christmas quest book?
BEST WISHES FOR THE NEW YEAR!
GEORGE’S SHOE SHOP
Sealy
the home of Mrs. C. C. Glenn for
their annual Christmas party.
Miss Mildred Reibenstein and
Leroy Hillboldt were married at
3 p.m. Sunday, Dec. 15th, at the
home of the Justice of the Peace,
R. A. Engelking, Sr.
Mr. and Mrs. August Eber
celebrated their golden wedding
anniversary Sunday afternoon.
Pfc. Jerry E. Sodolak writes
of his trip to Japan, saying he
is now stationed in Yokohama.
Born to Mr. and Mrs. Henry
Zapalac of Sealy, a baby girl on
Dec. 12, weighing 8 pounds.
Steve Beasley will spend the
holidays with his sisters, Mrs. J.
C. Millar, and Mrs. G. Q. King
Sr., Miss Nell Beasley and his
brother in Crockett.
Miss Maydell Kulow spent the
week in Houston, visiting her
sister and brotherlin-law, Mr.
*<T Y TONDERFUL weather for
W Christmas!” Timothy Row-
an thought as he tramped home
through the snow with an armful
of mail from the post office.
But he was apprehensive, for in
the bundle was a letter from Caro-
line, his daughter. Why, he kept
asking, would Caroline be writing
now, the day before Christmas, un-
less to tell her parents that she
wouldn’t be home for the holidays?
Noisily he stamped the snow from
his overshoes on the back porch,
then walked into the kitchen which
was savory with the odor of his
wife Rachel’s Christmas cooking.
Then, as Rachel approached the
bundle of letters he had placed on
the table, Timothy found himself
shrinking from the room, fearful of
how Rachel would take the news.
No Caroline for Christmas! Why,
never once in her 24 years had Caro-
line been away. But, then, she was
building her own life in the city,
now — new friends, new interests.
And spending the holidays with two
old parents was probably pretty
dull.
But how would Rachel take it?
If only someone, anyone, would
spend Christmas with them to re-
lieve the loneliness! Well, how
about young Tom Wakefield, with
whom Caroline had once been in
love, a fine young chap who didn’t
have a home, and who probably
would miss Caroline this Christmas
as much as he and Rachel would?
A few minutes later Timothy was
tramping downtown through the
snow again, and into Tom Wake-
field’s garage.
“Merry Christmas, Tom!” he
shouted, walking into the small of-
fice.
“Same to you, Mr. Stone!” cried
Tom. “What can I do for you?”,
“Well, Tom,” Timothy began,
“you can make a couple of old peo-
ple pretty happy if'you'll come to
dinner with us tomorrow. You see—
I don’t expect Caroline will be com-
ing and, well, it would be nice if
you’d join us.”
“Gosh, thanks Mr. Stone!” Tom
answered. He turned red, then pale.
“I’ll be there!”
Back home, Timothy was repri-
manded. "Well, Mr. Stone, where
have you been, leaving me all alone
with this news about Caroline?”
Rachel’s eyes sparkled.
"I know, darling,” Timothy said,
“It’s too bad she can’t be here for
Christmas, but I've asked Tom
Wakefield to join us. It’ll be kind of
nice having him, remembering how
he and Caroline used to be so close.
You know, I think that boy is still
in love with her—.”
and Mrs. Luke W. Michaelis and
Carol Jean.
Mr. and Mrs. Edgar Kain-
steiner and daughter were Sun-
day guests of Mr. and Mrs. Hen-
ry Grabow.
Olin Dittmar of Houston is at
home on his vaaction and also
for the Christmas holidays.
I By HELYN CONNELLY
DETTY JANE threw her purse at
D a chair and sat down heavily on
the bed.
She wore her father’s shirt and
her brother’s blue jeans, a costume
she adopted a year before with
Woody Anderson’s permission.
“What’s the matter, dear?” She
jumped as the words cut the si-
lence, but she didn’t turn. She didn’t
want her mother to know anything
was amiss—not yet, anyway. And
then suddenly the tears came, like
angry flood waters bursting through
a barrier, unable to be restrained
any longer.
Mrs. Miller was careful to keep a
straight face as she wiped her
16-year-old daughter’s face with her
'handkerchief. “Why, dear? Did
Lance upset you?”
Betty Jane shook her head vehe-
: mently. Why did mother always
think her brother was to blame for
“Gosh, you look wonderful like
this!”
her tears? Grown women never
| cried over their brothers! “It’s what
' Lance saw, not what he did,” Betty
said in a burst of confidence. As
her mother waited she continued
wretchedly. "He saw Woody buy-
ing a bottle of cologne. Cologne,
mother, imagine! He was so glib
when he told me I looked cute in
jeans and now he’s two-timing me
with some fluffy female who actually
| uses cologne! Oh, how can men be
so beastly?”
“Darling, how do you know the
cologne isn’t for you? Maybe Woody
I thinks you’ve outgrown your jeans.”
1 “He knows what I think of these
pink and white girls who use that
horrible concoction! He wouldn’t
dare get me any. And besides, I al-
ready told him I wanted roller skates
for Christmas. ... I have to be
ready for the new rink that’s open-
ing next month, don’t I? I thought
Woody and I would be going togeth-
er, but now that’s all over." She
threw her arms around her mother
and cried tragically, “Oh, mother,
I’ll never smile again! I definitely
| won’t.”
This time Mrs. Miller smiled over
(her daughter’s head. She well rec-
ognized the stage Betty Jane was
going through and decided she must
take a hand. “You’re sure the co-
| logne wouldn’t be for a sister or a
cousin?”
"He hasn’t a female in the family,
and his mother never uses it, so
who else could it possibly be for?
I’ll bet it’s for Estelle Bryan. All
i the other fellows like her but Woody
used to say she was too fragile. Oh,
mother, how he’s deceived me!"
TER mother arose. “Well, dry
your eyes, Betty, dear. It’s
Christmas Eve and you want to be
happy today. Woody will probably
come over with your roller skates to-
night and we’ll surprise him. If he
likes fragile girls, he’ll get one."
Betty Jane sat up straight
“Mother, no! Not that horrible blue
dress you bought me!
“You wash up and put that dress
on, Betty.
“We’ll wait for you downstairs.”
With that, Mrs. Miller closed the
door on her tomboy daughter and
hurried downstairs. As she reached
the bottom step the doorbell rang
and she admitted Woody Anderson,
a lanky boy with unruly red hair
and freckles marching in perfect for-
mation over the bridge of his nose.
He was clutching a box, obviously
containing the roller skates request-
ed by Betty Jane.
“She’ll be right down,” Mrs. Mill-
er informed him, then left him alone
for the surprise.
It came a half-hour later when
Betty Jane made her appearance.
The blue dress looked even better
than she had hoped it would.
“Gosh, Betty Jane!" Woody con-
tributed to the conversation. The
smile broadened. “For me,
Woody?” she asked, nodding toward
the box. "Is it cologne? Lance saw
you buying some.” So casual, so
1 indifferent.
“Uh—gosh, no, Betty Jane. Gee,
you asked for skates and I got them
for you. I bought cologne for Miss
Lindsay, the English teacher that
helped me with my essay for that
contest.”
“How sweet of you.” She stepped
down into the living room and ac-
cepted the box from Woody. “Thank
you,” she said gravely. "Yours
is under the tree.”
“Gee, I didn’t think I’d ever like
you dressed up as a girl, Betty,”
he gulped. “Estelle looked so awful
and I was proud to have you run
around with me in blue jeans, but,
gosh, you look wonderful like this!”
Timothy found himself shrinking
from the room.
Mrs. Stone smiled. "Well, we’d
better get busy, since company’s
coming. Fix a fire in the hearth,
will you?” And as Timothy went
off on his errand, her eyes followed
him, smiling.
The Stone household was a busy
place Christmas morning. While
Timothy tended his stock and poul-
try, Rachel fixed the turkey, set the
table and then went upstairs to
dress. And shortly after noon Tom
Wakefield arrived, handsome young
Tom, and the three of them sat down
in the living room before the fire
for a short visit before dinner.
Then an automobile horn blared
out front, and Timothy ran to the
window.
"It’s Caroline!” he shouted, be-
side himself. "Rachel, come
quick! She must have come in .on
the noon train!”
Then she burst into the room,
lovely Caroline, laughing merrily,
tossing her bags on the floor and
running to her parents.
Suddenly she saw Tom, standing
white and tense beside the fire-
place, and momentarily her mouth
fell open with surprise.
"Oh, Tom!” she cried. “You here,
too? This makes it perfect!” And
she ran to his arms, while Rachel
drew her puzzled husband into the
kitchen.
“You may be a pretty smart man,
Timothy,” she explained quietly
as she lifted the turkey from the
oven, “but we fooled you that time!
You just assumed, because Caroline
wrote the day before Christmas,
that she wasn’t coming home. What
she said in the letter was that she
was tired of the city and was com-
ing back to stay.
“Of course,” she smiled, “I’ll give
you credit. Poor Caroline’s heart
was breaking for Tom, so your in-
viting him here today makes every-
thing perfect!”
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