The Nocona News (Nocona, Tex.), Vol. 42, No. 28, Ed. 1 Wednesday, December 24, 1947 Page: 8 of 22
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THE NOCONA NEWS', Nocona, Tex
Dec. 24, 1947
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BLESSINGS
CHBISIMAS
C. D. Shamburger Lumber Co., Inc
And Employees
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me,
“Gosh, you look wonderful like
this!”
May the coming New Year bring you every
happiness, and the fullness of success reward
your efforts in all your undertakings.
Because we are proud to number you among
our friends we send you these Christmas
Greetings. May this Christmas bring added
pleasures of true health and happiness to
every one of you.
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
thinks you’ve outgrown your jeans.”
“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
the other fellows like her but Woody
used to say she was too fragile. Oh,
mother, how he’s deceived me!”
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7 he cordiality of Christmas is one of the
finest blessings that any of us can possibly
enjoy. To us, Christmas means much more
than just the opportunity of presenting and
receiving gifts. It's more than a season of
exchanging greetings and it goes far deeper
than the traditional festive occasions.
Christmas, for us, is a season of genuine
good will and happiness, a time of thanks-
giving for all.
careful to keep a
she wiped her
This mieht be a good time to warn
hunters against being mistaken for
wild ,’ame.
tJER mother arose. "Well, dry
1 1 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’U 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’U 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
tributed to the conversation,
smile broadened. “For
Woody?” she asked, nodding toward
the box. “Is it cologne? Lance saw
you buying some.” So casual, so
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
she said gravely.
Yours
you.
is under the tree.
“Gee, I didn't think I’d ever like
you dressed up as a girl, Betty,
be 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!”
By HELYN CONNELLY
T>ETTY JANE threw her purse at
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
And
was amiss—not yet. anyway.
then suddenly the tears came, like
angry flood waters bursting through
a barrier, unable
any longer.
Mrs. Miller was
straight face as
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
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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/m1/8/: 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.