The Sealy News (Sealy, Tex.), Vol. 54, No. 42, Ed. 1 Friday, December 25, 1942 Page: 4 of 24
twenty four pages : ill. ; page 22 x 15 in. Scanned from physical pages.View a full description of this newspaper.
Extracted Text
The following text was automatically extracted from the image on this page using optical character recognition software:
FOUR
THE SEALY NEWS, SEALY, TEXAS, FRIDAY, DECEMBER 25, 1942
•oemoe
Dale Carnegie
5-Minute Biographies
5,
owomc
CARRIE JACOBS BOND
*
9
*79
We wish for all of
Our Friends and Customers
Mg
Meloneck Grocery
$83
< i
with appreciation for your patronage
Miss Jennie Vick
•)
T2022
3
*
3
92
8238
WE WISH FOR ALL EVERY WHERE A
MERRY CHRISTMAS
JACK’S CAFE
and
€
MARKET
7
02
e
1
Haynes Mattress Factory
9
)
A
280838
We want to extend our warmest thanks
to our friends, neighbors and patrons
for their friendship, cooperation and
patronage during the past year.
In the spirit of
The Yuletide Season
THE HOLIDAY SEASON BRINGS TO US
THIS YEAR THE TRUE VALUE OF THE
HERITAGE OF FREEDOM AND GOOD-
WILL WE SHARE IN AMERICA.
MAY ANOTHER YEAR BRING PEACE
TO THE WORLD.
She Wrote the Most Popular Song of the
20th Century
Author of “How to Win Friends
and Influence People”
Very Merry Christmas
and
A Happy New Year
/
#
(61
"99)
JOY TO ALL
At This
CHRISTMASTIME
and
Best Wishes for a
Happy and Prosperous New Year
MERRY CHRISTMAS
and
HAPPY NEW YEAR
MERRY CHRISTMAS
and
HAPPY NEW YEAR
We wish each one a
I
y
333623238"222
920
igjcb2e85g
Cry at midnight: “All hands
on deck-the ship’s leaking!”
Sleepy voice: “Aw, put a pan
under it and go back to bed.”
I
LIFE’S LAST GIFT
By B. Y. Williams
• We’ve traveled gaily, hand-
in hand,
Dear Life and I, for many
a day;
And Life has been a charming
friend,
Bestowing gifts along the
way.
Life gave me youth and joy-
ousness
And friendly voices calling
me,
And love, and hope, and little
hands
That clung to mine all trusting-
ly.
gk
65
z
ge
ss
1"
- /
They passed a booth where
fresh popcorn was for sale.
“My, that popcorn smells aw-
fully good,” said the girl. “It
does smell good,” he answered.
“Let’s walk closer so that you
can get a better smell.”
s
2. eit
*3
$2g}
money or anything else, Rex
picks it up and places it in my
hand; or if a button comes off
my coat, he finds it and hands
it to me. In going through a
doorway he touches his nose to
the knob until I find it. He can
almost tell what I am think-
ing.”
While it is a real sacrifice for
Mr. McCollum to spare his pal
for the duration, he is eager to
do his bit toward winning the
war.
“It won’t be so hard,” he
says, “and I hope Rex will be
happy.”
Mr. McCollum is employed as
industrial placement agent for
the Bureau of Science to the
Blind, his work taking him all
over the state.
SCRAP WITH YOUR SCRAP
By the end, of 1942, it is es-
timated that four and a half
million women will be engaged
in direct war work in this coun-
try. The number may well rise
above six million by the end of
1943.
To put in the hands of all
people the means of a freer,
broader and more healthful life
—I don’t know of a better pur-
pose in life than that for any-
one.—Henry Ford.
—
1{ h
ocea
gr23
t-
44
It seems, however, that the
gifts
Were loaned for just a little
while—
Life took them from me, one
by one.
I question as I try to smile,
“Life, you have taken almost
all!
Is there not still some gift •
for me?”
Life answers, “Only this re-
mains—
I give one last gift—mem-
ory.
■—In Tony’s Scrap Book.
a
33888888888832832328: w.
Fifteen years later, Carrie ’
Jacobs Bond was to write “The
End of a Perfect Day,” a song
that sold six million copies and
netted her a quarter of a mil- •
lion dollars in cold cash.
But when she first started, ‘
she couldn’t sell her songs for .
even five dollars apiece. Blight-
to pay her rent, she often fear-
ing poverty was her lot. Unable i
ed that she would be put out on
the street.
Finally, she became so poor
she could eat only one meal a i
day; and second-hand dealers .
took away her furniture and
silverware and gave her a lit-
tle money that kept her from .
starving.
But during all this awful pov-
erty and heartache, Carrie Bond
continued to write beautiful
songs — songs that would one
day be sung around the world—
songs like “Just A-Wearyin’
For You” and “I Love You
Truly.”
Mrs. Bond wrote these songs
on wrapping paper because she
couldn’t afford to buy writing
paper, and she wrote by candle
light because it was cheaper
than gas light.
The first time Mrs. Bond
tried to sing her songs in
vaudeville, she was hissed off
the stage. Heart-broken, she
fled from the back door of the
theater and ran up the street,
hatless and coatless, with tears
streaming down her cheeks;
but years later, her name was
featured in electric lights and
she was paid a thousand dollars
a week for singing in vaude-
ville.
One day Mrs. Bond spent a
day motoring with friends
through the flower-laden drives
of Southern California, past
ivy-covered banks, and through
hedges of exquisite Gold of
Ophir roses. The day was glori-
fied with a dreamy sort of hap-
piness ; and at eventide, she
stood on the top of Mt. Rubi-
doux and watched the sinking
sun splash the sky with all the
gorgeous colors of a painting by
' the immortal Turner.
Words and phrases began
forming in her mind. A song of
praise and thanksgiving welled
up in her heart, and while the
spell was still hot upon her, she
dashed off two stanzas of a
poem. After a while she found
herself humming a tune.
The thing was done.
A musical miracle had been
performed. For, without effort,
she had created a song that
was destined to have a greater
sale than any other piece of
music since Gilbert and Sulli-
van had launched “Pinafore.”
When Theodore Roosevelt was
President, he invited Mrs. Bond
mp
6
U(
A
hl"ea
mJ
KN
wlj
edi 585
6 %
A well-known judge dined
recently at a hotel, where the
man who takes care of the hats
is celebrated for his memory
about the ownership of head-
gear.
“How do you know that is
my hat?” the judge asked as
his silk hat was presented to
him.
"I don’t know it, sir,” said
the man.
“Then why do you give it
to me?” insisted the bewildered
judge.
“Because you gave it to me,
sir,” replied the man without
moving a muscle of his face.
u ' N \ "r' '
i
______________1
Herman Meloneck, Prop. 7
• •
TlaDy,g
Amee)
ga
M
EgKCARoLS
wU
• Four thousand dollars in life to come to the White House
insurance, a load of debts, and and sing her songs for him.
a little boy to support—such , When Harding was president,
was the legacy the good Doctor headidthe samething. „"The
Frank Bond bequeathed to his End.° Perfect Day was
bewildered widow, Carrie Ja- n , ding’s , favorite
Le Ronq Song, and he ordered the Marine
She had had no business ex- Eandal ways.to play it .as the
perience whatever. She didn’t cps 8 of t eir con-
know how to do anything ex- soap with your scrap
cept keep house; and she had
been an invalid for years, her REX, “SEEING EYE” DOG,
body racked and tormented by JOINS THE ARMED FORCES
the .terrible pangs of inflamma-
tory rheumatism. • Because he cannot join the
But she didn’t want pity and army himself. August McCol-
she didn’t want charity. She lom, of Topeka, Kansas, is send-
was too Pjoud for that. So she ing his “Seeing Eye” dog Rex
cut herself off from her friends in response to Uncle Sam’s re-
and went down to Chicago to quest for 125,000 dogs for the
face the grim years ahead. armed forces.
What could’ she do ? She tried On Aug. 17, Mr. McCollom
running a rooming. house, but bade his faithful partner good-
she couldn’t make expenses. by- and sent him by express to
Then she tried selling hand- the Seeing Eye Foundation in
painted china that she had de- Morristown, N. J., where he will
corated herself; but no one be trained for army service. Al-
wanted her sugar bowls and though Rex is seven years old,
plates. Next, she tried to write somewhat beyond the age limit
songs; but publishers would not required for war work, his prev-
buy them. ious training will count in the
aE
teh ..
3(227
-n ft • I
88884 A
2ggSgg
86E6B (RF
■ *
First Hostess: “That soldier ;
over there is fresh. I wouldn’t •-oo
trust him too far.”
Second Hostess: “And I
wouldn’t trust him too near.”
emergency.
For the past four years, he
has guided his master about
the city, halting at street cross-
ings, climbing onto busses and
leading through doorways. Alert
and intelligent, Rex is quick to
obey such commands as “atten-
tion,” “forward,” “right,”
“left,” and “rest.” His reward
is his master’s approbation,
“Good boy,” with a pat on the
head.
“It has been a working part-
nership between us,’ ’Mr. Mc-
Collom declares. “He helps me
and I help him. If I drop some
-28
—
A2,70
(aed V,dtA AP2P4e46d
1
326//
“U
gCS-N,)
Upcoming Pages
Here’s what’s next.
Search Inside
This issue can be searched. Note: Results may vary based on the legibility of text within the document.
Tools / Downloads
Get a copy of this page or view the extracted text.
Citing and Sharing
Basic information for referencing this web page. We also provide extended guidance on usage rights, references, copying or embedding.
Reference the current page of this Newspaper.
Kendall, C. P. The Sealy News (Sealy, Tex.), Vol. 54, No. 42, Ed. 1 Friday, December 25, 1942, newspaper, December 25, 1942; Sealy, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1597504/m1/4/: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Virgil and Josephine Gordon Memorial Library.