The Celina Record (Celina, Tex.), Vol. 46, No. 35, Ed. 1 Thursday, March 11, 1948 Page: 7 of 8
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THE CELINA RECORD
RAS’BRIES
By SETH BABITS
Corner
miseries
OF
way. He was thick shouldered, and
muscles like Idaho potatoes bulged
his arms, laden at the moment with
two big paper bags.
Spence glanced at the girl. Be-
neath her coolness, he thought he
detected an undercurrent of excite-
ment.
She said courteously, “Did you
get everything?”
The man shrugged his shoulders
and laid the bags on the counter.
"Yeah,” he grunted. ’ “Exceptin’
powdered sugar.” His tone was
gruff. He tore the bag down the
center.
Spence stared. There, tucked in
between two packages lay a jar of
A MONG the million-odd things
Spence wanted to do was visit
Topley’s. He’d had a yen for Top-
ley’s back there on the desert
wastes. He craved it as a cat would
catnip or a homesick Eskimo, an
iceberg.
as he hurried his
blouse pocket. “I’ve got two new
quarters." she offered.
“Swell,” he glowed with delight.
He placed a fifty cent piece on the
counter. “I just need about six
more,” he said as she rang up the
money, “and I’ll have enough for
the kid’s birthday. Thanks a lot,
Miss Topley.”
Spence was up. He was past the
threshold and into the street. A de-
taining hand touched his shoulder.
He brushed it off.
“Pu-leez,” and a slim figure twist-
ed around and blocked his passage.
"What’s the big idea,” he de-
manded.
“I couldn’t help it. Once you got
And now,
chunky form up the narrow street,
the blue neon above Topley’s win-
. dow blazed welcome in letters two
feet high.
Spence slid into a seat. He
breathed, “Razzberry soda, please.
Topley special.”
He closed his eyes and envisioned
a monument of pink and white.
A girl’s voice, clear and soft,
reached him.
“Ras-bry soda,” she informed.
“Without ras-bries.”
He raised his head. Her eyes were
■warm and gray. An amused smile
bowed her lips.
“Without—” he faltered.
Her manner humored his confu-
sion. But Spence didn’t see that. It
struck him she was part of the soda.
That the dream also took her in.
He watched her scoop out a gob of
Ice-cream, drop it into a tall glass,
squirt in a crimson syrup and heard
the harsh gurgle of carbonated wa-
ter. The glass wfts placed before
him.
He placed his lips to the straw
and pulled. Coldness luxuriously
■flowed over his tongue, daubed his
palate, trickled down his throat and
“touched off revelations of delicious-
ness he’d almost forgotten.-It evoked
imagery. Lying face upward in a
shallow mountain lake ... . elastic
stars shimmering on waters above
. . . night winds whispering of giant
pines . . . drifting . . . drifting in a
rowboat . . . and a girl beside him
. . . gray-eyed and pretty ... a girl
like . . . and he looked up. He felt
the impact of her presence.
She said, “You enjoyed that?”
Enjoyed! He’d known the price-
lessness of a cold glass of water. He
grinned.
“Hit the spot like a letter from
home.”
Spence expected a smile, but she
merely picked up his empty glass
and erased the moist ring beneath
•with an efficient stroke of a damp
cloth. He felt he’d missed the tar-
get, but wide. He rose awkwardly
and plunged a hand into his pocket.
His coin vibrated on the counter. A
frustrated ring.
The cash register crr-unged dis-
missal. Spence half-wheeled to go.
In turning, his eye caught the tab,
NO SALE! The girl's hand swept to
her blouse pdfeket. The clfnk of
metal told him his coin had joined
•others.
It was none of his concern, yet the
act had been so brazen. He heard
himself saying, “Don’t they treat
you right, here?”
Spence couldn’t make out her ex-
pression. “They do,” she answered
succinctly.
“I saw you pocket that money.”
“So what?” her coolness irritated
him.
“If the owner caught you—”
"There’s nothing he could do
about it,” she began to straighten a
rowr of glasses before her. The ges-
ture1 tokened disinterest in his opin-
ions. More, it infuriated him.
“I wouldn’t have believed it,” he
managed. —
Instantly he was sorry for her. He
noticed that dark lashes rested on
her cheeks. He realized also his
heart was thumping and there was
a quaver in his voice that he
•couldn’t control.
“Why don’t you ask for a raise?”
“I can’t—”
"Then quit. Get another job.!’
A tall man loomed in the door-
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GOODBY OLD PAINT . . . With
faithful Chicago police horses or-
dered to be sold at auction, Officer
Richard L. Eldridge bids farewell
to Tom, his sturdy mount in the
screaming traffic of Chicago’!
loop for three years.
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THAT CHILDREN MAY WALK . . . When two farm youngsters decided
to help sell the Easter Seals that have helped them, Patricia Lee
Sisemore, 7 (left), of Fauquier county, Va., and Jimmy Sikes, 8 (right),
of Fairfax county, Va., made their first sale to Secretary of Agriculture
Clinton P. Anderson. Easter Seals gave Jimmy a brace for his para-
lyzed left leg and soon will provide him with an artificial limb to
replace the right leg he lost in an automobile accident.
WHEAT KING . . . To J. F.
Brensing of Hudson, Kan.,- went
the honor of being named wheat
king of his state after his wheat
was selected as best by Kansas
wheat improvement association.
He also received Pillsbury wheat
award for his achievement.
A tall man loomed In the doorway. He was thick shouldered, and
muscles like Idaho potatoes bulged his arms, laden at the moment
with two big paper bags.
raspberries. Atop the pile glistened
another of cherries, bright, red,
full, exciting and prophetic of de-
light.
Vaguely, he could hear the man
counting. Meaningless numbers.
He’d have to have a Topley special
first, then take care of the girl.
Spence regarded her expression. In-
jury d tminated her fair face and a
pensive smile hovered about her
Ups. Jt rebuked him.
Witfti sinking heart and forward
thrust of lean jaw, Spence gulped
and announced:
“Sir, I want to talk to you.”
“What’s botherin’ you, son?”
Spence cleared his throat. “You
look like a regular guy," he began.
“Now, supposin’ you had a con-
scientious employe. You’d want to
keep her, huh?”
“You said it,” the man nodded
vigorously.
“Now, if you had a person like
that and you felt she was compe-
tent to take care of the store,”
Spence took a deep breath and
plunged, “would you give her a
raise if she was to ask you. Would
you?”
‘‘Guesg so," the man acknowl-
edged.
“How much?”
“Well,” the man’s thick shoulders
heaved. “Maybe ten,” he said at
last. ,
"You heard him," Spence turned
triumphantly toward the girl, “I'm
a witness.”
She nodded. Her eyes were glow-
ing.
“If you’ll excuse me, son,” the
man was saying, “I’m kind of busy.
I got a lot of deliveries to make.”
He handed a paper to the girl.
“Here’s the bill,” he remarked.
“Thanks. I’U file it. Oh, yes,”
Spence saw her reach into her
started—I couldn’t stop you. How
about having a super special—with
me?”
Spence visioned maraschino cher-
ries floating on a rose pond above
submerged raspberries. He also dis-
covered lights in her eyes, flashes
of radiant promise. He placed her
arm in his. The action seemed most
natural. “I’m glad you’ve re-
formed," he grinned. They went
back into the store.
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DISPLACED PERSONS PROBLEM . . . More and more Americans
are becoming Increasingly aware of the moral responsibility that is
theirs—and all humanity’s—in finding homes for the displaced persons
of Europe. Congressional legislation to permit DPs to enter the U. S.
Is one possible step toward a partial solution. Here, Sen. Homer Fer-
guson (Rep., Mich.) discusses such pending legislation with eight DPs.
So You Think You
Have Moods
A young navy lieutenant, not too
long out of the service, told me over
the luncheon table the other day
that he became very much discour-
aged over himself. I pointed out he
hadn’t any reason to be. He has a
good job. He's doing it well.
“That’s just the trouble,” he said.
"I’m not doing it weU. I know I'm
not. One day I feel sure that I have
everything a man needs to be suc-
cessful and happy. Then the next
day I’m clear down in the dumps.
It’s my moods. Isn’t there anything
a person can do about moods?”
I told him, as I am presently
going to tell you, that of course
there is something anyone can do
about his moods. I told him further-
more something he never heard of
before, that having moods is per-
fectly normal, perfecUy natural,
and a good rather tjfan a bad thing.
We know a good deal more about
moods now than we did a few years
ago, for now we know that at cer-
tain times we are going to be
happy, regardless of how things
break for us, while at others we are
going to feel depressed, also regard-
less of how things break.
Largely responsible for this in-
formation is Dr. Rexford Hershey
of the University of Pennsylvania,
one of the first scientists to study
our emotional curves.
By his researches Dr. Hershey
proved that we all have our ups and
downs and these occur with regu-
larity. We are elated, cheerful,
pleasant, unpleasant, peevish,
grouchy. That is one cycle. Then we
become elated, cheerful, pleasant,
and so forth, again. Our lives are a
series of cycles—emotional cycles.
These cycles, moreover, appear
with almost exact regularity. With
some persons they appear every
month; with others every two or
three months. Highly emotional
people go through their emotional
cycles often in less than two-weeks’
time, then start all over again; they
are always in a dither. But long or
short, each of us has his emotional
curve.
Maybe you are wondering whal
you can do to control this curve.
You can’t control it, but you can
disguise it, so that regardless of how
you really feel, you put your best
foot forward where the rest of the
world is concerned.
And how do you do that? It’s sim-
ple. Just remember that we take
our emotions from our actions, not
our actions from our emotions. In
other words, to feel cheerful, just
act cheerful. The next time you
reach the low point of your emo-
tional curve, try that. Act cheerful,
talk cheerful, and you will be cheer-
ful.
PARDNERS , . . Happiest couple
of the week were Sen. Glen H.
Taylor <Dem„ Ida.) (left) and
Heifry Wallace after Taylor an-
nounced that he was leaving the
Democrats and would accept
nomination as vice president on
Wallace’s third party ticket.
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OFF THE COB . . . This photo-
graph of a sublimely hungry and
happy G.I., snapped by M/Sgt.
Leo H. Gillie of Wetumka, Okla.,
took second prize in a recent photo
contest conducted by the army.
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COMPASSION ... It happened in Montrose, Calif. There was the
usual tumult and omnipresent curious throng that accompany every
automobile accident. Then, beside the crumpled body of five-year-old
Wesley Leske who was killed in the wreck, an unknown but compas-
sionate passerby knelt briefly in prayer, then disappeared in the crowd.
Grace Noll Crowell
A BOVE the city street a church's spire
— V Is climbing its bright ladder to the sky.
The steeple's slates glow red, its tip is fire,
A single burning finger there, and high
Above that peak a flying white dove swings,
A scarlet tight upon its lifted wings.
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These are God’s emblems, and they call to
men
Above the darkening shadows of the street,
Beckoning to them, bidding them hope again,
Bidding them stay a moment their swift feet,
Calling to them to lift their eyes, and there,
Seeing that pointing finger, breathe a prayer.
And the white bird flying heavenward bids
them cease
The clamor of their hearts and find His peace.
YOUR
LOCAL
DIALER
MAN OF PRINCIPLE ... Ste-
phen Kertesz, former Hungarian
minister to Italy, turned down
offer to become Hungary’s minis-
ter of foreign affairs because he
disagreed with Communist doc.
trines. Now he is in U. S. to ttndy
international law.
HE’S TnE LEADER OF THE IRISH . . . John A. Costello (right),
newly elected prime minister of Eire, i3 presented the seals of his
office by Sean T. O’Kelly, president of Eire, in an unobtrusive cere-
mony in the library of the president’s house. A six-party coalition
which swept into control of the Irish assembly elected Costello premier
and defeated the perennial Eamon de Valera who had been in office
for 16 years.
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