The Nocona News (Nocona, Tex.), Vol. 42, No. 28, Ed. 1 Wednesday, December 24, 1947 Page: 15 of 22
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THE NOCONA NEWS, Nocona, Tex,
Dec. 24, 194T
FOR CHRISTMAS AND THE NEW YEAR
Dick Gaines
ROY WEISS
NOCONA
BEAUTY SHOP
TCLU&T
OF CHRISTMAS
of carol singers filling the air, the bells pealing melodi
ever more
know
Central Freight Lines, Inc
There ars some newspaper editors
suffering sprained arms from pat-
ting themselves on the back.
still no
field he
Hen-
I had
old and new
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CHRISTMAS
In the interest of the campaign
for the elimination of waste, persons
wishing to pass through a revolving
door are asked to try and make up
a four.—Punch.
these things plus joy and happiness in yout heart we
warm glow of Yuletide candles expresses our
The first consumer received REA
service in 1935; in November, 1947,
the 2,000,000th customer was con-
nected to power lines financed by
the REA.
All that makes for a merry, merry Christmas... the voices
usly, the holly wreaths hanging in the windows
He picked up the
same time she answered,
magazine.”
M. M. Gilbert
Barney Jones
n r
SlJ^ELECTRIC
Carl Gray
J. C. Walden
Felix Brookmole
Miss Tillums Yancey
•WIRING
NOCONA, TEXAS
Sincere good wishes for
continued happiness—our
Christmas wish to each of
you.
lasted seven months with
prospects of entering the
desired. Henning had seemed sym-
pathetic, although he had cooled
suddenly the past week. Perhaps in
his daydreaming he had been inac-
curate in his figures. At least Hen-
ning spared him any embarrassment
if that were the case, but he could
have waited until after the holidays
to fire him. “And Bob Cratchit
thought he worked for Scrooge,” he
mumbled, pulling up before his
house.
In Russia and such countries the
average man has few luxuries. In
rich America, contrairwlse, almost
everyone has seen a new car.—Kan-
sas City Star.
Reign unchallenged
in this world for-
Amen
Christmas never aroused much
enthusiasm in Scotland—but on New
Year’s eve the Wassail bowl goes
around, filled with savory liquid, nos-
talgically fragrant.
Floating atop the Wassail bowl,
apples stir memories of.the "apple-
howling” when boys switched the
trunks of fruit trees petitioning “a
good howling crop”: somehow, the
"lamb’s wool” (as the decoction of
the Wassail bowl is often called)
seems reminiscent of young folks
rushing to the nearest spring at the
stroke of 12 to drink the “cream of
the well”—the first one so doing,
might expect good luck during the
ensuing year.
Handsel Monday—the Monday aft-
er New Year’s, is traditionally the
"big Day” for Scotch boys and girls;
and, in addition to being the Scotch
day of gift-giving, it is a day of
feasting and gaiety. *
Small wonder, that families and
friends gather on New Year’s eve to
“Drink a cup of kindness yet
For Auld Lang Syne.”
He’s a good friend of mine
of Truth. Well, I won't
Larry. Just wanted to
merry Christmas."
Christmas, Mr. Hen-
RPPLIRNCES
PHONE 403
letter at the
‘Truth
New Year’s Eve
Festive Occasion
For Native Scots
By LYN CONNELLY
'T'HE sharp wind lashed furiously
about Larry’s head and shoul-
ders, flirting momentarily with the
idea of sending his brown fedora
spiraling down the street, but he
sensed its capricious tendencies and
held the brim of his hat tightly be-
tween his forefinger and thumb as he
ran toward his car parked on the
opposite corner.
It would be the last time he’d beat
that particular path, he thought
grimly. It was Christmas Eve and
everybody was in a gay and antici-
patory mood. Everybody, that is,
except Larry. He had been reason-
ably happy until that morning when
the whole world seemed to have
crashed about him. Opening the
door of the car, he slid in behind the
wheel and started it toward home.
The face of Silas Henning, until
fifteen minutes ago his boss, came
to his mind and again he heard the
words that he dreaded to repeat to
Rosine: “I know you’re not happy
in your work, Larry, and it’s not
fair to either one of us when you
don’t put your best efforts into what
you're doing. I think, therefore, that
you’d better go elsewhere for a job.
Today’s as good a day as any to
sever connections.”
Fired on Christmas Eve! Of
course, what Henning had said was
true. Larry wasn't happy being a
bookkeeper at Morrison’s appliance
shop. He had always yearned to be
a writer, and wrote numerous short
stories during his spare time.
When Rosine told him of their ex-
pected second child he had taken
the job at Morrison’s through sheer
desperation. No longer could they
live on their savings. He considered
the job as temporary, but it had
LI IS feet dragged as he trudged
U toward the door. He mustn't tell
her tonight, he decided. He hoped he
was capable of carrying off an act
until the day after Christmas. Open-
ing the door, he let himself in as
unobtrusively as possible. Rosine
was on a step ladder in the living
room, decorating the tree, while
Chuckie, aged five, sat on the floor,
agog at the proceedings.
"Hello, darling,” his wife called
out gaily. He tried to equal the hap-
piness in her voice as he replied,
then kissed Chuckie and started for
the kitchen.
“There’s a letter for you on the
radio,” Rosine said.
“From whom?” His heart leaped
hopefully at her words and he hur-
ried toward the radio. He picked up
the letter at the same time she an-
swered, “Truth magazine.”
It was from Truth. His hand trem-
bled as he opened it. “Dear Mr.
Shannon," he read aloud. "Our mu-
tual friend. Silas Henning, recently
submitted one of your articles for
our consideration. We believe it
shows promise and since we were
given a ..splendid recommendation
by Mr. Henning, we are writing to
ask if you would be interested in a
job in our editorial department. If
so, call for an interview this week.”
The telephone was ringing, but
for a moment, Larry and Rosine
merely stood as though mute, star-
ing at each other. Larry became
conscious of the bell first and picked
up the receiver. It was Mr.
ning. laughing heartily. “Bet
you worried, eh, Larry?"
“Mr. Henning! 1 didn't
. , . how did you. . .” Larry was
tongue-tied. Rosine walked to his
side, putting one arm gently about
his shoulder.
"I found that article you wrote on
your son and the atomic age and
sent it in to Asherton,” Henning ex-
plained,
and editor
hold you,
wish you a
“Merry
ning,” Larry said as the telephone
clicked at the other end "Merry
Christmas—and thanks for the best
one I've ever had.”
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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/m1/15/: 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.