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Friday, December 22, 1944. THE DAILY CLINT ONI AN Page FJvq immjMmjmmmwmmmjmjmjm If. This Completes 17X? TY7TCTJ VATT A Dry Soybeans Dry soybeans can be used as a base for delicious soups and as art Important part of casseroles or stews. The seasoned pulp of cooked soybeans makes an attractive rilling lor stuffed tomatoes or green peppers. Ground cooked any'ms combined with other Ingredients make appetizing and nutritious sandwich fillings. Dry cooked soybeans can also be chilled and used in vegetable or gelatin salads they are especially good with tomatoes. Roasted dry soybeans are often tisecf and can be substituted lor nuts in this form. JWMIKARISI ASBRANO W. ?S WIUIAMJ.Ml W r mi vit rovsini r. oi n Ciirist- OUI'I.I. IK I'M II. WE HAVE Kf- "Even today, at in days of old, We are sometimes blessed with gift$ of gold." I I 3i OfftlSTMAS s iihi.i ru it Skaxon's Ghketings to hum: with whom we have deen M&. St JIM 'Si JIM St 8S5SL I -I 'I A MISS LETTY read the inscription over a life-size picture ol the manger scene. The sight ol bright tinsel decorations, the sound of carols, and the ASSOCIATED IN THE PAST YEAHS. It CIVES IS A CHEAT DEAL OK I'LEASI'llE TO EXTEND THESE GOOD WISHES BE-CAl'SE WE KNOW THE VALLE OK smell ol holly and fir on the crisp air between stores filled her with a ' rHH.MiS LIKE Let our faith in the true significance of the Yuletide give greater strength to our peace lov- ing hearts. Let us renew our efforts toward a lasting peace and from it nostalgia that almost unnerved her. gf. enjoy the full benefits of the Amour -an w. y f life. The mrnsnit' of fiapiiiucss we run plean fiom suih an auitii'lr is prcjt indeed, nii'l wiiliy of our every i -ffurt. ! & ! A "... and so we'll have to do everything possible to keep little Randolph from learning the truth," Mrs. Hobson announced with prim vehemence to her husband. "Alter 11, what's Christmas without Santa Claus?" "Golly Neds!" Charles exclaimed, borrowing Butch's favorite expression. "I didn't think any kids believed In the old boy nowadays. And Butch, of all kidsl He's so manly" "Randolph isn't just any kid, he's my nephew," Helen Hobson replied tartly. Her only sister was now inducing in a prolonged hospital rest. "Randolph is our responsibility or the time being and we simply must j give him the finest Christmas possible. Manly or not, he's still a little boy and, Charles," she finished grandly, "we must protect his faith in Santa Clans I" The next afternoon Helen proudly Air . Co. Clinton Ivon k Metal It.XV.MOM Tl HXKIt Divan's Repair Shop She had intended to shed twenty years of her life like a worn cloak, forgetting that she had spent her best days making a heaven on earth for her crippled mother so that her knight had wearied of waiting. Now she was going shopping for a family that had never been hers except in her thoughts, a plain little girl with pigtails and freckles, and a sturdy small boy with pudgy hands and round expectant eyes. She wondered what Larry Haines was doing. Poor Larry I She wished she might have said "yes" to his persistent wooing. The girl with whom he had run off had not both ROY DIVAN MmmmmmmmjmmmM took her place among the fond parents who watched their children cau- irSte! SJte! 0. Mike Yelich's Grocery "4 MS I ered to make a decent home for him. Finally they had moved from town and Miss Letty had quite lost track of them. Recalling that she had come to town to pretend, she made a fren- n 7 ALL who live beneath With this Greeting we wisli lo include our sincere thanks for the splendid cooperation we have had from our customers the past months. It has heen difficult, at times, for us to maintain our usual standard of service, yet you have heen most understanding and liberal with your patronage. "It has been a privilege to have these associations and we will strive with our every effort to merit a continuation of your patronage. the shining light of freedom, we extend cur sincerest wishes for a joyous Christmas. We sincerely and affectionately dedicate our efforts in the coming year toward a better service to our fellow man. mm m g 1' ill tell Santa what you i 5 ' rfgi?ys!u tt I S "Did you wanted?" 1tl ort'li May Peace and Freedom bless the earth and all its peoples. CLINTON CONSERVATION CLUB b lia.L Sill IitV7 ,lJ-sl tftusly approach the bearded, red-robed figure seated on a white throne in Kerbinger's toy department. She nearly cried when Butch, a wide grin on his round face, marched straight up to Santa Claus and engaged him in earnest conversation. "Did you tell Santa what you wanted?" she S ISC TO $1.00 STORE "Letty," he said, "it's Larry! T. F. RIGSBY'S FURNITURE STORE mmmmmmmjmmmwmmwm SMifJm SM TH AMRICAN AGL asked in a tremulous voice when Butch rejoined her. The boy smiled up at her, and Mrs. Hobson's heart nearly melted from the warmth in his black eyes. "Sure I did, Aunt Helen," and he recounted the long list. "These children around here are so sophisticated," she told Charles that evening. "I'm afraid one of j g I sed Furniture and Stoves K ' g 2-mtminLm. senilis) jjj r, ft them will talk about Christmas and lied dash to the toy department. She began to buy recklessly, getting into the spirit of her game. I'll find someone to give them to, she thought. Maybe I can borrow a couple of children from an orphanage just for Christmas. On the way home she stopped to buy a tree and some bright decorations. At the grocer's she gave an order that made that good man's eyes nearly pop out of his head. Leaving the store behind, loneliness swept over her. The house would be dark when she got home. Maybe the fire would be out, too. She peered into the gathering dusk. Somebody was there waiting for her on the front veranda of the rambling old mansion. She hastened her steps. A man stepped forward out of the shadows, a child Santa Claus and ruin everything ;: i Charles rubbed his head. "Chil dren will chatter, Helen, he reminded her. "You can't change Butch into a clam overnight. M M if. "If Randolph doesn't discuss San si 9k m ifl Sfc 8K I I It 1 I at St I aft S I s 0 s I s 1 'if 'VI si la ta Claus with his friends, he won learn the truth," Helen explained with jubilant impatience. s i clinging to each hand. g j "Letty," he said, "it's Larry!" "It might work, at that," Charles admitted doubtfully. It was with misgiving, therefore, that Charles, on a Saturday afternoon when Helen was downtown, heard Butch and a playmate venture a few words on the approaching Yule-tide. Charles was reclining on the couch near the bay window and could plainly hear the words through U f: i.ana saKes: sne excioimeu. w "You gave me a turn. Come in out g of the cold." ' She hustled them indoors, andi V ' turned to take a good look as she Y ' !. i i i:um T, ... r. WATCHGS OVR AN . AMERICAN CHRISTMAS Without the watchfulness and protection afforded by America, Christinas would fall far short this year. But because Americans everywhere have fought so courageously. Christmas in America will continue to be traditional BAPTIST RICAUDA V I deed Larry, older and grayer, but J .3.-7 trim and neat in a navy uniform. . : , -J There stood her dream cnnaren, a t;r -i i:uu ...;tk ln,n;ic- -T the glass. "Did you see that ma-rhino gun in Kerbinger's toyland?" Butch's companion asked. "You mean the one over near San-la Claus?" Butch parried. "Sure, I saw it. It was swell I" Santa Claus! Charles held his Dlctlll 111UC K Willi uiK.ciii.-i oiiu freckles, and a sturdy small boy , as. CRIST BENEFITS FEED STORE ma ear w aaa with pudgy nanas ana rouna eyes brimming over with tears. HI "I want mv Mummv." he sobbed. AGENT SINCLAIR "His mother is dead," explained ; -fc f illrMMmkllI IS! Larry. "I thought, Letty," said the man, I "that maybe you could look out for j them a little. See, I've joined the i ROBERTA'S BEAUTY SHOP MRS. ROBERTA McCILL Sis mi&M ut&&M y?M&M '0Mim I l i9 k weimmmmmmmjsMi navy. I've got to go ana i nate to ! .? leave Letty and Jackie to almost : jH anybody." I "1 Miss Letty gulped and sat down suddenly in the rocker, gathering ' the little fellow into her arms. I j; "Gifts of gold," she murmured, J Q "at Christmas." i j?? mmjmjim Mi -aMr It ft breath os he heard Butch's playmate laugh. "That Santa Claus," the boy giggled. "What a clown! How can they expect a guy to believe in Santa Claus? As if there could be any such thing!" Charles scrambled for the front door. Poor Butch ti e poor kid and just, a few days before Christmas, too. Charles jerked the door open and bounded to the porch. "Butch!" "Yes, Uncle Charles," came the slow reply, and Butch peered around the corner of the house. His dark eyes were solemn. Gone was his familiar smile. "Aw, Butch," Charles mumbled, stumbling down the porch steps to meet the boy. "Butch, I wish this hadn't happened. I don't know what to say" his voice threatened to break, and he stopped. Butch looked at the ground for a moment, then raised his eyes. "I'm sorry too. Uncle George," he said. "I forgot I was so close to the house. I didn't want you and Aunt Helen to know." Charles' brain thumped as if he had received a blow between the eyes from the hoof of one of jolly old St. Nick's reindeer. "Wh what's that, Butch?" "Why, I didn't want you and Aunt Helen to know about me and Santa : a .fi CUIUS I JCHR m 0 iviany s ine ume i ve uiedineu ui seeing you like that," he said, reaching for one of her hands. She noticed how thin he was. How thin the children were, too, and how inadequate their clothing. "I haven't got much, Letty," he began, "but whatever I've got is yours if you want it." Still holding the small figure in her arms, she rose to open the door to the kitchen. The house radiated warmth and good cheer. "Fine," she said gently. "Welcome home, children. We'll have baths and supper, and then we'll trim the tree." Larry's eyes caressed her. ."Maybe, if I could get the license we could be married before I go off." "Maybe we could, Larry." His arms were suddenly around her and the child, his lips warm against her cheek. Little Letty clapped her hands. Hearty and cheery ; Anil happy and true, An ever so fervent Merry Christmas to you! . . Once again we uelcornc tlic Christmas season. This year, Imu-erer, the occasion takes on added importance because oj the trying times each of us hate experienced since last Christmastime. Gratefully tee acknowledge the courtesies you hare extended us these past tuelve months, and we know of no belter time to express our appreciation than n tli 'n, the happiest occasion of them alt. May Christmas hold for you and jours all ihe food tilings possible. m V 81 r : May5" youfChrislmas be bright as a song and rad Claus," Butch went on in serious , 2 vein. "I was sure you could take it, : 4 Unk. but Aunt Helen aw, shucks, i j I've been having a great time with I her, Uncle George. She gets a big J kick out of me acting as if I believe ! S in Santa Claus, so don't tell her the , truth. Golly Neds, I don't want to ! spoil her Christmas!" J Reltased by Western Newspaper Union. ' "Such a Christmas we are -going to have!" she cried. "Even today," quoted Miss Letty, remembering the inscription, "as in days of old, we are sometimes blessed with gifts of gold." Released by Western Newspaper Union, iant with the warmth of LINO BELTRAME'S GROCERY neighborly hospitality and Joyousgood fellowship. BLANFORD CONSERVATION CLUB Holds Crates Toretber 5? Hardwood is far better than soft f ertilizer Use Fertilizer consumption in the United States has increased about tenfold in a little more than 60 years Robb & Gilmour 517 X. Sixth St. wood for the corner posts of crates because it holds nails belter; elm and more than 40 per cent in the i Mm tory. ijfmwmjgmmTiWm'mfiWmmrmi E past five years.