Gainesville Daily Register and Messenger (Gainesville, Tex.), Vol. 59, No. 100, Ed. 1 Thursday, December 23, 1948 Page: 16 of 32
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Christmas can only be equaled in the
pleasure of voicing our hope for your happi-
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The most cherished of gifts bestowed upon us by the
outgoing year is the confidence of those
we have been privileged to serve. Ever appreciative of
this pleasant relationship, we want to express to our many good
friends our sincerest wishes for a joyous Christmas season
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HE’S BARBECUE KING
DURANT, Okla. (UP) — Clay
Potts, Oklahoma’s “barbecue
man” for 17 years, still hasn’t lost
his appetite for the spicy food.
The director of Oklahoma A&M
college’s short courses by voca-
tion, he has introduced 300,000
people to barbecued beef and
trimmings while practicing his
avocation. He once served 17,000
persons at one barbecue.
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“Now, now,” murmured Flour-
noy gaily. “Don’t be afraid.”
With that the elf sunk his own
hands into the hot mixture and
drawing them out he suddenly
seized both of Danny’s legs and
frantically rubbed them up and
down.
Danny’s face grew white and
his mouth stretched with pain.
And ' see now what happened,
both legs wrenched and turned
like crooked sticks!
And that wasn't all! While Dan-
ny stared, unable to speak, the
elf threw off Mrs. Thump’s robe
and hat and showed himself as
he was: the miserable Flournoy,
most wicked and evil of elves in
all of Christendom.
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After 7 Years’ Work
PHILADELPHIA (U.K)—A seven-
year plan brought Joseph Scho-
field the cabin cruiser he always
had dreamed about.
For two years the steel techni-
cian studied every book on boat-
building. The next five years he
spent building the 35-foot craft.
Schofield had no professional
assistance in building the boat in
his backyard. His son, Joseph,
and his-daughter, Edna May, gave
him a hand and the craft now
bears the name Jo-Ed.
Schofield said the boat cost him
$1,600. He estimates that a com-
parable craft would cost at least
$5,600 at today’s prices. The en-
gine and few fixtures are the only
parts which are not new.
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NTO SOONER had the Snow Man
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Flournoy himself popped in.
“My word,” said Mrs. Thump
when she saw the elf’s wrinkled
face. “Surely you are not Santa’s
boy!”
“And why not?” asked Flour-
noy, his little black mouth twisted
in a grin.
“Because your face is filled with
wickedness and besides your leg
is not crippled.”
“No,” said the elf. “I am not the
boy. I am Flournoy and I am
here to cast an evil spell over you
unless you do as I say.”
“Why,” cried the witch indig-
nantly. “I know more-spells than
you ever dreamed of. Be off with
you or I’ll turn you into a breath
of air.”
“Very well,” snarled Flournoy.
“We shall see.”
Before the poor witch could
blink her marble eyes the elf
leaped behind her and cried, “Ma-
ba, Maba, Boligan, Zwiss” while
his fingers danced in the air above
the witch’s head.
Instantly Mrs. Thump fell into
a deep sleep. “Lucky for you I’m
in a good humor,” muttered Flour-
noy. “I’ve only put you to sleep
for an hour.”
Quickly he pulled off the
witch’s black robe and wrapped it
around himself. He took her
pointed black hat and set it care-
fully on top of his own head.
Then he picked the little witch
from her chair and pushed her
under the bed.
All these preparations had
taken but the tiniest time so that
the elf was not even breathless
when Danny came into the cave.
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Snow Man grumbled furiously all
the way.
It was growing dark and Santa
frantically packed his bag for it
was Christmas eve and already
time for him to be off.
His little workers scurried back
and forth bringing him toys from
the workshops: skates, kites, toy
stoves, cap pistols, doll carriages,
crayons, books, sand boxes, swings
—I don’t know how they all fit
into one bag; but they did.
Suddenly the workers cheered
for Santa’s eight reindeer glided
out of the forest pulling the sleigh
behind. In a twinkling Danny
leaped from the sleigh and hob-
bled on twisted legs toward San-
ta while the Snow Man, sighing,
jogged along after him.
“What happened?” cried Santa
in alarm.
But Danny, bursting with his
secret, took a fistful of powder
from Flournoy’s bag and hurled
it over Santa’s head.
Now, at last, the miracle hap-
pened; the little boy’s legs trem-
bled then suddenly grew straight
and round and strong.
“Oh, look—do look!” he cried,
transported with joy.
But instead of looking the Santa
Land folk screamed in horror: for
dear old Santa, covered with
Flournoy’s white powder, lay dy-
ing in the snow.
. Tomorrow: A Merry Christmas
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A Pact With Flournoy
“Why—why have you done this
to me?” whispered Danny when
he was at last able to speak.
Flournoy laughed. “I just want-
ed to show you how powerful I
am. I can do anything to you:
twist your arm—both arms, per-
haps! Move your ears and nose
about, if I please—put the mouth
where the eyes are and the eyes
beneath your chin. There’s posi-
tively no limit to the things I can
do you!”
“But why?” repeated Danny in
distress.
Instead of answering, Flournoy
reached in his pocket and pulled
out a little bag filled with a white
powder. “But,” he said, “I can
also do good things for you. This
powder, for instance, properly
used, will straighten both your
legs.”
Danny almost burst with relief.
“Oh, it’s a joke! YouLve only been
fooling me!”
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Flournoy squatted on his heels
before a tiny fire and peered at
the crippled boy from beneath the
wide brim of the witch’s hat.
“Please, ma’am,” said Danny
politely. “Santa says you can
straighten my leg.”
“Indeed—” began Flournoy but
stopped at once for he had for-
gotten to disguise his voice. “In-
deed,” he began again in what he
hoped was more like Mrs.
Thump’s voice. “I can and will.
Sit down, my boy, and let me see
your leg.”
Danny sat down on a stool and
held out his twisted leg. “You
sound so kind!” he said happily.
“I—I really hadn’t expected a
witch to be so kind. Do you really
think you can fix my leg so I can
run and play like other boys?”
“Why certainly,” said Flournoy
in as pleasant a voice as a wicked
creature could ever manage. Now
just be patient while I fix up a
salve.”
While Danny watched breath-
lessly the elf put a little black
pot on the fire. ‘ He went to Mrs.
Thump’s cupboard and took down
several bottles and dumped them
one by one into the pot.
Then he threw in some powders
and pills and a carefully meas-
ured assortment of all manner of
witch’s magic; a teaspoonful of
hate, a sprinkling of dried light-
ening, a cup of children’s tears, a
drop of anger—all properly sea-
soned with worms and spiders and
caterpillars.
Danny’s rapture faded as he
watched this nauseous concoction
bubbling on the fire.
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and his knees began to shake.
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“Then do give me the powder,”
begged Danny. “It was a good
joke, I guess, though I really
didn’t enjoy it very much. But
now, if you’ll be so kind—oh, I
really can’t wait very much long-
er!”
Flournoy gave him the powder.
“Do I eat it?” quavered Danny,
nearly sobbing with anxiety.
“No, no,” said the elf. “That
isn’t it at all. You throw it.”
“Throw it?”
“At Santa Claus.”
Danny’s mouth fell open. Truly,
to cure his leg by tnrowing a
powder at Santa Claus seemed
beyond all reason. He started to
shake his head but Flournoy said,
“Its part of the joke, you see.
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“Yes, really,” said the elf. And
if he said it then it was true for
even a wicked elf’s work is re-
liable. “All you need to do is
throw the powder over Santa’s
head and instantly your legs will
be new.”
Now all this was a very puzzling
business but, after all, even queer-
er things had happened to Danny
since his snow man came alive.
So he said, “All right, I will do
it.”
“One more thing,” said Flour-
noy. “Do not tell anyone until the
deed is done.”
Danny nodded and left the cave,
though he could scarcely walk at
all with two crippled legs. The
Snow Man cried in rage when he
saw him.
"What awful thing did she do
to you?”
“It’s all right,” said Danny.
“We’ve only to return to Santa
Land before the charm will work.”
“What nonsense!” roared the
Snow Man.
How Danny would have liked
to tell his dear friend the truth!
But he dared not for fear the cure
would not work. Hopping along
on his ruined legs he got in San-
ta’s sleigh and back he and the
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