The Algona Upper Des Moines from Algona, Iowa on December 5, 1967 · Page 23
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The Algona Upper Des Moines from Algona, Iowa · Page 23

Algona, Iowa
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Tuesday, December 5, 1967
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The lady looked at every tree in the lot, some of them twice, and then she went and got her husband and left, remarking that maybe they would go get a metal tree at the drug store. My next customer was a large fellow who looked at about fifty trees, and kept mumbling to himself, "I'll find a tree this year that will please her or die trying." He didn't find a tree on our lot, but he didn't die there either, so in one respect we were lucky. I said Merry Christmas to him as he left and he just stared at me. A kindly looking lady walked in next, and I bravely went up to her and said, "Can I help you?" "No," she replied, "I live in back of the lot and I'm just going home from the grocery store." A father with four sons came in, and each son picked out a tree that was just right. Two of the sons got into an argument and the argument developed into a fight, and they wrestled until just their feet were sticking out from under a pile of boughs. The father more or less jumped on the boughs, as if he was trying to flush rabbits out of a brush pile, and then he sent the wrestlers to the car. He left shortly thereafter without buying a tree. Then came a lady who looked like somebody's mother. I held up a tree for her, and she said, "I'll take it." It was too much of a shock. I held onto the tree for support, and when my vision cleared I said, "You don't mean it!" "Yes," she said, "it's just right. Would you put it in my car, please." "Now, look," I tried to tell her, "you just don't buy a Christmas tree like that. You've got to look at about a thousand trees to see first what you don't want and then you ..." It was no use. I couldn't talk her out of it. I ran to get the lot manager. "What do I do," I panted, "somebody wants to buy a tree?" "Charge them $2.50 and help them get it into their car," he said, matter-of-factly, I was so nervous about making a sale that I could hardly tie the twine to hold the lady's car trunk cover down, I wished her a Merry Christmas, and she returned the greeting with a smile. It was a shattering experience. I went into the warmup shack and tried to collect myself. The other tree salesmen tried to pull me out of my depression, but it was no use, I didn't return to normal again until I went back out onto the lot and asked a customer if I could show him some trees. "Well," he said, "I didn't come in here to try on shoes." Then I felt better, ;,i<«w£iv#.^ - BUTTERSCOTCH YULE LOG Almost as easy as falling off a you-know-what 1 6-02. package (1 cup) Nestle's' Butterscotch Havored Morsels Ka>y to make: Mell Hull from water. Si ir in i onden cup sweetened condensed milk teaspoon vnmll; ; cup chopped pecans Slightly beaten egg white Pecan halves >e mi an v mopped i)ei nx \vell ( hi x (. • 11 paper In .- n a p e -uri.ii e lentil I m i.-e w klllfe Make SWEET AND EASY WITH... BUTTERSCOTCH MORSELS

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