The Nocona News (Nocona, Tex.), Vol. 38, No. 25, Ed. 1 Friday, December 25, 1942 Page: 3 of 8
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Auto Spring & Supply Co.
Nocona, Texan
MERRY
AMERICAN
CHRISTMAS
and may our flag for-
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A MERRY
CHRISTMAS
and a
HAPPY NEW
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Hotel Nocona
Coffee Shop
We appreciate your
Patronage.
Vivian Archer and
Bernice Henson
Managers
W. D. HEARN
Local Agent
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Comes to America--present-
ing us with the opportunity
of expressing our thanks for
all past favors.
what day this is, Donald?”
Donald stared reverently at his
son. "No,” he said, “I’m still too
dazed to think. It seems years since
last night." Maizie smiled.
“It’s New Year’s day, and Lady
She J Luck is with us. We’re a proud fam-
ily.”
“And I’m closing the deal for the
house tomorrow,” Donald added.
TO MAIZIE GORDON there had
always been something so satisfying
about a New Year. The old year
was gone and nothing could be done
about it; but a new one meant new
beginnings fresh opportunities, new
hope and courage to put into living.
She and Donald had had only one
year of happy married life, then his
firm had failed, and persistent effort
had, so tar, failed to bring him an-
other jo^>. Still Maizie kept her faith.
"Something’s bound to come
soon,” she mused as she went about
her morning tasks, “The New Year
is almost here—”
"Hello, darling,” called Donald
from the doorway.” Greet an un-
crowned king—a working man. Once
more we eat.”
"I bow to your majesty,” laughed
Maizie. “Shall I offer a kiss or
kneel at your feet?”
“I prefer the kiss; this is a de-
mocracy," grinned Donald.
"Sit here and tell me all about it.
I knew something good was near.
Another one of my hunches. Re-
member it was at a New Year’s
party we first met, and we were
married on another Ne / Year’s day
—so I knew Lady Luck was on her
way to us.”
"If that’s the way it works, keep
right on with your hunches, dear.
Maybe that little house you’ve been I
wanting will just throw open its
dcors some day and invite us to
take possession. How do you get
these hunches you talk about?”
“Just believe hard enough and
you’ll get what you want,” giggled
Maizie. I’m concentrating on that
house right now.”
Winter and spring passed. Don-
ald’s work was going fine. “It’s not
such a hot job,” he confided to Maiz-
ie, “but one can't be choosy these
days; but the company’s a going
concern and there’s alw’ays a chance
of advancement. Gosh, it's hot in
here.” They were at dinner, and
Maizie had turned on the electric
fan. "You look all washed out girl,
this is too hard on you. Better run
down to your mother’s till this hot
weather is over.”
"Desert the ship? Never,” quoted
Maizie. "I’m all right. You’re go-
ing to get that raise in salary and
then we’ll look for a house.”
“What!” retorted Donald, "anoth-
er hunch? Don’t we have to wait
till the New Year?”
"It’s more than a hunch this time,
Donald, ana, we’ll wait till the New
Year,” replied Maizie soberly.
It seemed to Donald, sitting in
the chair at the end of the long
corridor that the night would never
end. Nurses slipped in and out of
Maizie's room stopping occasional-
ly to say: “Your wife is doing fine,
Mr. Gordon,” but always closing
the door behind them with that air
of finality that meant: "You are
not to come in," when he wanted
nothing so much but to be with
Maizie. When he tried to question
the doctors they were noncommit-
tal. Twice he had gone out in the
frosty air to walk, but he couldn’t
stay away. Then with the gray
dawn a smiling nurse led him to
Maizie’s bedside.
She smiled bravely at him, and
gave him a reassuring kiss. “Poor
boy, it’s been hard for you, too.
Now take a look at your son.” C
turned back the blanket and re-
vealed a downy pink head snuggled
close to her breast. "Do you know
CHRISTMAS WISH
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and slowly re-
her steps to the counter. I
“How much for that yellow-haired |
doll, miss?”
"Twenty-nine cents. Shall I wrap
it in our gift pack? That will be
ten cents extra.”
"N—no, I’ll come back later. Not
tonight, please.”
As Mary nodded her head the
woman's shoulders seemed to sag
lower, and she trudged slowly to-
ward the door.
Mary’s thoughts kept returning to
the wizened old lady as her tired
feet dragged through a long Wednes-
day and a longer Thursday. As she
left the store Thursday night she
was almost happy, reflecting that
there would be but one more day
of the Christmas rush.
A timid hand clutched at her arm.
Mary recognized her near-customer
K/f ARY’S feet throbbed. Her
knees wanted to buckle be-
neath the weight of her slim young
body.
"Fifteen minutes more!”
She saw Mr. Adams, the cross-
looking floorwalker, frowning in her
direction and she hastened to tidy
her counter. Clerking in the five
and ten, she decided, wasn’t such a
bad job—except during the Christ-
mas rush.
A shabbily dressed old woman
stood across the aisle looking wist-
fully at a display of curly-haired
dolls on Mary’s counter. The faded
blue eyes were making an effort
to read the price tag.
"May I help you, madam?” Mary
asked. The woman looked up guilt-
ily, then her fingers fumbled nerv-
ously at her shabby black purse.
“I—ah—I—no, I don’t guess so.”
The woman turned and almost ran
from the store,
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of the preceding week, and smiled
encouragingly.
“That doll, miss—” she seemed
momentarily at a loss for words—
"it—is it sold yet?”
“No, we have a few left Do you
want me to save one for you?”
“If you could?”
Mary nodded and the woman hur-
ried away.
Mary selected an especially nice
doll the next morning and laid it
carefully beneath the counter. Then
she watched, between spurts of last
minute shoppers, for the timid old
lady. At noon the doll still rested
beneath the counter. At six it was
still unclaimed. When Mary sold
her last remaining doll a few mo-
ments before nine, she reached for
the hidden one.
“I’ll give her a few minutes
more," she decided. “If I put it
out it will go almost as soon as any-
one sees it."
At last she appeared, breathless
as if from running. She gazed along
the counter and stark despair was
written in every line of her face.
"Am I too late? Are they sold?”
“No, I saved one for you, mad-
am.”
"How much did you say it would
cost?” The old woman was fum-
bling in her
wrapped the
purse while Mary
doll. “Twenty-five
cents, wasn't it? I think I have
that much.”
Shaking fingers reached into the
shabby purse and fumbled into ev- >
ery crease and corner of its flat I
interior. Two dimes and a penny I
appeared, and then two more cop- ]
pers. The woman’s face turned j
white, and the fingers continued to ,
search frantically. Finally they re- ,
appeared clutching two additional '
copper coins. ,
"But," Mary began, "it costs—"
a picture of some tiny waif wait- I
ing for just such a doll flashed i
through Mary’s mind. Mary turned j
to the woman and held it out to her. ,
As she did so she saw Mr. Adams !
bearing down upon her, his most i
ferocious frown upon his face. Now '
she was in for it! Maybe she would I
be fired. And for four cents! Well,
it had been worth It
"Will you say ‘Merry Christmas'
to the little one for me?” she whis
pered.
A muffled cough at her side told
her that Mr. Adams had arrived.
“I saw what you did, Mary,
and—”
"But Mr. Adame, I intended to
repay the company from my own
purse.
”1 know—I know. I’d have done |
It myself If you hadn't Merry
Christmae, Mary.”
HELEN EDWAPDS
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Crain’s
TAILOR SHOP — CAFE
It is o big order, we know, but we ore
sincere in the knowledge thot our friends
deserve oil three.
It is good to think bock over the events
of the post year, end to pick out those
things which ore bright and cheerful.
. Those’ occasions overshadow the dark
spots and simplify the task Of forgetting
dreams unrealised. Your thoughtfulness
to this organisation is deeply oppreci-
eted, end because of this we deem it a
privilege to express Seesen’s Greetings.
Our sincere good wishes to every one.
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Everyone is happy to have Christmas come. Its
spirit has a way of bringing to the surface, for out-
ward expression, the cordial feelings of goodwill
which friends and loved ones have for each other
every day of the year.
' Regardless of what the coming years hold for
you and yours, whatever the disappointments may
be, we trust you will remember that our thoughts
are of our friends and we are seeking the brighter
side of things that may result in peace, happiness
and contentment for al?.
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our sincere good wishes to every-
one.
In this brief, simple message, we
wish to convey our Christmas
Greetings, and trust that you will
accept them in the true meaning
in which they are presented. May
the new year hold for you every
success and may your every am-
bition be realized.
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Perry, F. L. The Nocona News (Nocona, Tex.), Vol. 38, No. 25, Ed. 1 Friday, December 25, 1942, newspaper, December 25, 1942; Nocona, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1230427/m1/3/?q=%22%22~1: accessed July 15, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Friends of the Nocona Public Library.