Hope Star from Hope, Arkansas on December 14, 1939 · Page 2
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Hope, Arkansas
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Thursday, December 14, 1939
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tar of Hope. 1S99; Press. 1927. Consolidated January 13, 1929 . —Means Newspaper Enterprise Ass'n. • ' 1 ' m Hemp.te a d. Nevada. *'» RAISING A FAMILY .-Supersensihve Lh.ld Is g u ,te Apt to Be Q Little Shoula sensitive cHildrnn be& Proteciecl" .B..Sympatiiized,with . C. ^sught tb-forget themselves? D. Have tKelr' days made so pie-1 sum they won't suffer. 11 i f-. ver y- u -? ual 'o hear a mother ,- My Anme-is so sensitive that she; can't stand a cross word " Fe%v people can stand it, but all have I '•• • . . I • ANSWER TO CRANIUM CRACKEH '•' Questions on Pnge One 1. The hypothesis that traits of character are reflected in formation of the skull: (c.l phrenology. 2. Collection and study of stamp <b> philately. 3. Science of earthquakes: (c) seismology. . •1. Origin or derivation of words: (a) eymology. 5. Science and diseases, .their treatments and progress: (b) path ology. run in very smooth channels. The day is arranged so they have very few worries. But out in the open where anything can happen, at school, on the lot, in the club, at the party, the whole array of exposures that the average child is subject to. He won't be so accommodated. There will always be a fair sprinkling of hardier children to hurt our own precious ones. What are we going to do Keep them away, wrap them in cotton wool, sympathize and tell them the world isn't fair, weep with them and over them? Even if we tried to do all this, there would be plenty of slip*. Our boy or I girl can't be protected forever. And more sympathy will render him still morp "sensitive." Thursday, December 14,-1939 HOEE STAR, HOPE, ^KANSAS WANTED- Sharl cropper with force enough to work fifteen acres cotton imd thirty acres corn. See A. C. Moody Hope, Route 1. U-3(p ' "THE MORE YOU TELL THE QUICKER YOU SELL" You-can talk to only one man Wont- Ads talk to Thousands SELL, RENT, BUY OR SWAP All Want Ads cash in advance. Not taken over the Phone Ono time—2c word, minimum 30e Six Hmes—Se word, minimum Me Three Hmes—3!/ 2 e word, minimum 50c One month—I8c word, minimum $2.70 Roles ore for contiMuous.-imcrtions only . Naked Truth I Auntie (to niece who tins been making faces): "When I w;is a child. 1 was told that if I made ugly faces my face would sUiy th:it way." Little Pamela: "Well, you can't say 'hat you weren't warned. Atinlie." FIR CHRISTMAS TREES - Make your selection early before they nrp picked over. MONTS SEED STORE <!-12ti; FOR SALE—Everything that yoii need in New mid Used Furniture at the Lowest, prices. See us before you buy or sell. Franklin Furniture Store N2-1M NOTICE-Room ; ,,ul Board ,. Pilf!(m able. -Phono H34. Mrs. T. E. Uirey II-:»')• "•v»"«iu— UK- uoyn urns, fnnns ore posted. Pnstively no huntins 1 win-nod you. ~ • ~ FOR SALE—Fine big bone Bronzes Turkeys, 200 to pick from. Torn* $5.00. hens S3.00. Mrs. E. M. Delnney Columbus, Ark. _ F T^HEY walked street together, SANTA CLAUS BROWN BY MILDRED-OILMAN COPYRIGHT. 1939. NEA SERVICE. INC. taunt fcer for In'Santa. She 'OR SALE—Pair Smooth-mouthed IPS. and plow tools. Olin Croner. ;it Km/ Inn. .' ll-Stp Wanted to Buy ^ mitre mule, brown, age nboiii 2Ji. Taken in Decemlier 1st. R. E Oriffih, phone (ill or M Il-Iftp For Rent FOR RENT-3 room furnished apartment with Private bath. 203 East Avenue C. , 2 . 3( USE Monts Sugar Cure When Butchering For sale by the leading merchants in every community. OUT OUR WAY ByJ. R. Williams WANTED to BUY-casu paid tor men home made quilts. See Mrs £om Carrel. Tourist Rooms, 111 West Tliircl street. Offered We cut, grind and install auto glasses. Reasonable Pi-ices. Auto Paris for sale. Earl's Wrecking Yard West :ird St.. Phone G05 . 11-fit,,' OFFERED—Seo nemp- stead Mattress Shop, 712 West Fourth,! CHAPTER II along- the main in silence for a, moment. Glittering window , decorations and street lights sent gleaming shafts through the darkness The soft strains of a familiar Christmas carol came from one of. .the stores. Thoughtfully, Alice Banks weighed her answer to the child's all-important question. "Betty, the Christmas spirit is almost as old as the world," she -began. "It goes back almost to ' the .time of Christ, when a good • St Nicholas helped the poor and gave generously to people who needed help. Maybe there wasn't a real saint, but so many people believed in him .so hard that he had to be real." ."Ohhh!" Betty's eyes brightened. "Did he go all over the world?" Miss Banks nodded. "And did he have a red suit then, and white whiskers and a round tummy, like Santa Claus Brown?" the child continued ex- ;icitedly. -; "No," said Miss Banks, "he really didn't have those things— : : or at least we didn't know about vthem— until a man right here in 'America wrote a poem about Santa for his own little children. That vjnan was Clement Clarke Moore 1 Illustrated by Han\, Crlssinger Mrs. Carter hugged tffe child to her. "I wish everything could always happen right for you. .You're so little and you believe so—hard." ' -•--."". "Kid he wrote the poem we a] say event. Christmas—' 'Twas th nigh't before Christmas . . .'" "'When all through the hou.se not" a creature was stirring—no even a mouse. . . -.'" Betty in- tarrupted. She smiled i )p at he: teacher, bright-eyed and happy her faith restored. . "Did, anyone ever really <or him?" she persisted. "Very little children do—those " believe very hard. He lives Bright here"—Alice put her hand '"aver Betty's heart—"and the faith at millions of children for years ..'and years has kept him real." •"•Betty's joy shone in her smile. "I knew there was a real Santa f-'laus," she said confidently. She waved toward the departed children. "They just don't understand." Alice Banks stopped before a store. "Run along home now, honey," she said to Betty. ••/ have' to stop' her? a minute." The child went on gaily, pau:-.• ing to wave back at Alice. j n .Betty's heart was a .song. "I knew there was a Claus, just like Santa Brown." * * * JJETTY CARTER skipped along the snowy street, blissfully unaware of the cold, and of the snow which had almost ceased falling. ^Her own street, Park avenue, seemed a strangely magical new ( world in its beautiful snow covering. ,The vast home of the Donald- tons loomed like a castle at the upper, or correct, end of Park avenue. Far down at the wrong end of the street was Betty's home-' gagging and paintless. Betty lingered in front of Don- _»lason's, staring entranced at the tall dark pine trees covered with snow, at the brightly lighted win- c ows ol the Donaldson home, each decorated with a wreath and can- SanU C\;t\r~ die. Then she caught sight of a man, who slowly approached her a.s he- shovelfcd snow. "-Hi, Daduy!" she callr-cl happily hurrying- over to him. . "Hello there, Bettv. Why <--o lute coming home from .school?" Carter loaned o,, hj,, , J)ov£ .j -stared unhappily at his goldt-n- haired daughter in her shabbj I'uslful. He thought ijiHe-rly—.--(if nu.sl have a good Chri.-.lmas thi- v'f-itr—sbo must have one! "Wo had a Christina;; party in ,cbool," -Bc-tty .said o.veiN'dly "W< had a trc-e 'n make believe Santa H"? •" , eve !7 thi ng- Corne on, iddy she begged, reaching to • v, S , hand ' " Lc ' l '- i S° home together. Your hand's cold. You've shoveled enough snow." Jim Carter shook his head, tried look stern. "Run along, darling, tell mother not to wait dinner. I']] be home * soon as I can. Hustle up now. bother- will be worrying." She left him reluctantly and he •c.surnod his shoveling. "I know," she nodded. "Daddy's shoveling snow,' and shoveling. I saw him a few minutes ago He just won't stop, Mother, and he's r awful tired. Mother." she nskcrl suddenly, "why does buddy .shovel M;.OW, wlK-n he's a 'lemi-ical en- gin eos-, not a .snoxv shoveler at all'.'" "Somebody has to olc-ar off the .-,'u-t.-t.-ts fur us," iV!,'s. Carter tried !o .'.peak ciit-ei-iuify. "Take ofr' your v.'et shoes, B, tty. 7 luive to keep an t-ye on the .•••Invi-,' or the Cl'iriftma:: fool-:it-.i will bu burned to a crisp." J>ETTY sal down on a sloo tUHfec-d at ln-r wi-L shbe.s. -;lool and JHE house;; grew less impressive ;'--: she- traveled down Park venue toward th..- .shabby end of he .sirt-K. Only one house lay A-yond the Car tor homo, a «aunt quart old boarding house lhat put n abrupt termination to the nc-ande-ring :,treet. Betty lushed into her home, straight to the- arms of her mother. Jhere was the .smell of freshly baked cookies m the air, a warmth "iid hommess that belied the .•^iiaoijy furniture and worn rugs * » r ' : crackled id the little- iire- ••CV,oA-ie.v! Chri,;(rnas cookies! -•mge.rbro.-.d men —- r 0) - Chn:-t- happy!" A hu '' iitiriB ' Fm so ;-YouV f; late-, dear," Mrs. Carter said. "The .school play must have | been OV( -- 1 ' J">3 i'go. ! wanted to come, but. I couldn't y-i away Daddy—" Betty's happintss faded suddenly. "But remembo.r what you promised, Mother—rwncmber. If I'm good and help and g.n ready for bed extra early, you'll read 'The Night Before Christmas' to Joe and Pc-to and me—ju.st before we go to bed—and—" She .stopper!, breathless with excitement. And what, dear?" asked her not her, taking a tray of cookies rom the oven. 'Just before tho real Santa Clauy comes," Betty finished triumphantly. Mrs. Carter stood still in the middle of UIL- kitchen floor looking hopeless and unhappy a-j her beaming, h, ight-eyed little daughter smiled up at her confidently H was cruel, thought M^-s. Carter', lo let the child go on expecting a)J the things she obviously v/asn't going to get, but— She set the cookies clown on the table and answered: "All right, dear, you be good and help, and I'll read 'The Night Before Christmas'— only only "What is it, Mother?" asked Betty, jumping up and running to her. Mrs. Carter hugged the child closu to her as it to protect her Irorn disillusionment. She spoke tf.-nsc-ly. "1 wish everything could always happen right for you—Betty. You're- so .little, and you believe -so—hard.' 1 -She turned quickly away, so that the- child could not see the tear-; in her eyes. (To Be Continued) ^ YOU KNOW THAT SINCE WE'VE BEEN _., ._NG> FOR. THE feus THAT SCALE HAS TAKEN iw TWELVE CENTS? THATS ABOUT A HALF-HOUR AN AT, SAV, FOURTEEN HOURS A PW, -SEVEN) DAVS A ,THATi3-- LET'S SEE--- m , •>•,•:! PON'T EVER. TELL ME A GUV WHO THINKS OF MOTH IN' BUT MONEY DON'T EN-JOV LIFE/ ; I'M HALF FROZE AND IN MISERV- AND HIM"? WHY- WELL, 1 LCOKIN' TOWARDS TH' HAPPINESS OF TH' FUTURE POES KEEP NOUR. MIND OFFA'TH' • MISERIES OF TUB PRESENT-BUT 1 GUESS THE WEAKEST HALF OF MV BRAINS IS TH' TAKEN tTP-On Dec. I. one black and. white Hoelstine cow. about 8 yrs old. .. Oivmg milk. Wearing \voodon yoke. .). J. Samuel, Hope. 1U. :i. • . iz-:up FOR 'SALE—Broilers for Siile Purina. .Phone (19 or ffi. R. E. Griffin. FOR SALE—Ivory table top range rugs, bedroom suite and other house hold goods. «4 W. Ave. G. H-3tu e Fat Turkeys for Snle. fi m j) P s n Highway 4. Phone |j7. MlMD AMD MATTEL COPR. l»3»HYNCASCaviCf:iNC. T. M. BEC. U. S. PUT. Of BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES She Means It, Too , By Edgar Martin ALLEY OPP Oh, Yeah? By V. T. Homhn — SETTER. GO EASY THERE, 0 2^"^: V 5,^5^. WASJ^lOWN /^ftAUL DOWM THAT Si DOPES. 1 \ME VOUR.S TRULV " -^o .^-'j^s: WASH TUBES Easy Put It Over Roy Crane EMSA6EMEMT WIUU BE 8ROVCEU ^——/7 TVA.T I WACTED MV MOMEV 1-KtCKLti ANU Beauty and the Beast By Merril Blosser WELL, HERE Y # ^ .if (THANKS FOR WULLO, HILDA NOTMINC3/) ---SO LONG, RED RYDER I V •• *. Bt«vn,t, l(VC.' _T. M. DEO. U. S'PAT. Off. I ) You're Cornered, Red By Fred Harman COME OKI, LUCKV SMOOPlW VB, RIGHT/AMP I LEARWED PJ.EMTV ABOUT -XQU AMP PRAKE/

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