THURSDAY, DECEMBER 18, 1941
THE HERMISTON HERALD, HERMISTON. OREGON.
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The Hermiston Herald
By Elaine Either
Published Every Thursday at
Hermiston, Umatilla County, Oregon.
Alfred Quiring and Leander Quiring, Publishers.
Entered at the post office at Hermiston as Second
Class Matter, Dec. 1906, Umatilla County, Oregon.
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CHRISTMAS THIS YEAR
Christmas will be here in just a week. To say that
we approach the day in the usual joyful state of
mind would not be true. The bells of Christmas tide
cannot peal forth in America with the customary
happy tones. Yet, despite the clouds on Christen
dom, we will celebrate the greatest event in human
history with an exaulted courage, happy in the
thought and spirit that we are defending all those
things that determine the welfare of mankind.
With the sermon on the mount and the teachings
of the Master, with all the principles of democracy
and the achievements of civilization which we cher
ish as life itself, we can celebrate the day in the full
consciousness of being right to swell the anthems of
our usual joys, and make glad the hearts of children,
men and women on the land and seas of our beloved
country.
There should be no let down. All the customary
festivities should be carried out. We need the spir
itual uplift of doing things in our regular ways.
Cheer is a part of fortitude and happiness, and cour
age strengthens grim determination in a cause that
is just.
After nearly 2000 years we are confronted with
the paganistic sun god administering occult rites
from secret peaks of Japan, and ancient tyranny
from secluded Berchpesgaden, both, by the power of
the sword, seeking to destroy our ancient shrines
and citadels of Christianity. Should they prevail our
Christmas would pass from the earth. We could not
imagine tingling joys of children from a Christ they
might set up. Nor would a gestapo fail to suppress
our efforts to be faithful and retain our customs.
And while our battle cry is for freedom and a demo
cratic form of government the fundamentals lie in
man’s humanity to man, for which we celebrate the
birth of Christ, and not in the doctrines that cause
man’s inhumanity to man to make countless millions
mourn.
And so it must be a fighting Christmas also. While
we go on with our joys and pleasures and seeking to
make others happy, we must also have our sword
drawn and be on the alert. While the light shines
we can be cheerful and joyous, but when the black-
out is called we must obey orders. Take home your
Christmas tree and brighten it with tinsel and toys
and candles, but when the country calls, our boys
must go to protect these very things.
It is Christmas and we are going to have Christ
mas as ever and as always. We are going to enoy
all its festivities and the spiritual significance for
which the day stands. And with fortitude and cour
age we are going to stand firm on land and sea to
protect these Cod given privileges.
A MERRY YUIETIDE TO Ululali
To every Member and Eriend we say
Happy New Year, and we say it with
all the heartiness at our command.
Whatever success we have enjoyed
during 1941 has been of your making.
With that thought in mind we pledge
renewed endeavors and determination
to serve you still better during the year
ahead.
Umatilla Electric Cooperative
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BOARDMAN NEWS
\ I ARTHA was dependable. Like
a patient, willing and uncom
plaining horse. Her life on her small
farm was not different from a tread
mill, always the same, day in and
day out, month after month, year
after year.
There had been a time when Mar
tha was not alone. That was when
her older sister Helen and her
younger sister Nancy and her still
younger brother Curt lived there at
the farm. But that was a long time
ago, longer still since their parents
had died. The sisters were beauti
ful and had married well, and Curt,
possessed of burning ambitions, had
left to make his way in the world.
Frequently they came out to call,
to “eat one of Martha’s wonderful
dinners” and “get a breath of coun
try air.”
It was on a Christmas day that
Nancy brought Barre Howard out.
“I knew you wouldn’t mind, dar
ling,” she gushed. “Mr. Howard is
a traveler and he's lecturing in town
tomorrow night.”
Martha smiled and nodded and
looked up into Barre Howard’s
tanned face, a face that was strong
and kind, with eyes that held a
dreamy mystery in their depths.
But no one would have dreamed
that there were any thoughts in Mar
tha’s head save those that centered
around preparations for the Christ
mas dinner.
It was a sumptuous meal, one of
the best Martha had ever prepared.
She knew a vague sort of pride at
the way her guests attacked it.
Martha sat with the others at the
table after the dinner was over, lis
tening to Barre Howard tell of his
travels, of far away places he’d vis
ited. He looked at her twice while he
talked, directly, penetratingly, and
she flushed.
After a while Martha got up and
began clearing off the table. No one
Mrs. Claud Coats returned this
week from Tacoma and Seattle where
she visited her daughter. Mrs. Glen
Mallory and her sister Mrs. Jay Cox.
Mrs. Albert Baker underwent a,
major operation at St. Anthony’s
hospital in Pendleton Monday. She
| is reported to be doing as well as
i could be expected.
The community Sunday School |
Christmas program will be Sunday
morning at the usual Sunday School |
| hour.
The community Christmas tree will |
be at the high school Tuesday even
ing. A good program is being pre
pared.
Mr. and Mrs. Nels Kristensen en
tertained at a surprise dinner Mon-
i day evening in honor of their daugh-
| ter Elizabeth’s birthday. The guests
were Mardel Gorham, Geraldine Hea
ly and Elaine Fisher.
Boardman played the Stanfield
1 basketball team Tuesday evening.
Boardman won the game with a score
of 14 to 32.
Nels Kristensen drove to Heppner
on business Monday.
Mrs. Mefford, the mother of Mrs.
Leo Root, and Mrs. Ed Barlow came
from Lebanon to make her home here.
Typhoid shots were given at the
school house Wednesday. For those
who have taken the shot several
times, one shot was given to be re
peated in two years. The beginners
will make trips to Hermiston for the
remaining shots.
R. Wilson is at work clearing trees
out of the roads. This was a much
needed improvement.
Z. Gilispie has returned to work at
the Ordnance depot.
Borrowing a gridiron idea, the U.
S. Army is making parachute troops’
uniforms of the tough, slick goods in
football pants—smoothness helps pre-
vent tangling with parachute lines.
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REIGI OP CHRISTAS.
"Reign of Christmas” is truly a reign of
joy and happiness. We extend our cordial
wish that happiness may “reign” in your
home this Christmas and throughout the
holiday season.
And—please remember that we are
always anxious to serve and are proud
of a long “reign” of service in this com
munity.
First National Bank
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Our Wish for You . . .
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Our genuine "Merry Christmas to All” ... our
friends and customers. Pleasant times like
Christmas always remind us of the pleasure we
have had in the privilege of doing business with
you. May good luck attend your every wish
this Christmas! And may holiday good cheer
brighten the hours of this glorious season!
The Igloo Inn
Martha laughed, shrilly and pierc
ingly, and struck again.
offered to help. She washed and
dried the dishes and stacked them
away. And when she came back
into the living room, they were ready
to go, all of them. After they left
she closed the door and turned and
went back into the kitchen.
For a moment she stood in the
center of the floor. An expression
came into her face that was the un
leashing of years and years of sup
pressed desires. She took a quick
step forward, seized a broom by its
handle, swung it toward the shelf
! of canned preserves with all her
| strength.
Martha laughed, shrilly, piercing- |
ly, and struck again. The shelf gave
way this time, swinging on one
| hinge. Half a hundred jars of vary- |
! ing size crashed to the floor.
Directly following there was an
instant of silence, and in that in- :
stant a voice spoke near the kitchen
door. "In heaven's name, what are |
| you doing that for?”
Martha whirled, and there, just in
side the door, an amazed look on his
tanned face, stood Barre Howard
"Why?” she cried passionately, I
"Why? Because it's what I’ve want- |
ed to do for years and years and ‘
years and it's just today I've had |
the courage. Because I hate this I
place, hate being cooped up here.
Because I’m plain and unattractive |
and qan’t have the things my sisters
have
Because Nancy’s so selfish. !
Because she isn't satisfied with one
man. but wants another, the only
one—I—I—”
She stopped at last, breathing
hard, leaning heavily against the .
sink, guilty, ashamed of what she’d
i almost said.
"I'm sorry. 1 didn't mean it. Real- |
ly If—if there’s something you for- |
got. I'll help you find it."
"There's nothing I've forgotten.”
"Then—why did you come back?
Why don't you go and leave me
I alone, like all the others do?"
His eyes were steady, penetrating,
a dreamy mystery in their depths.
“Why do you think I came back’”
he asked.
"Why?"
She brushed a hand
across her eyes. Something was stir
ring inside of her, something she
thought dead "Why?” she repeat-
I ed. "How should I know?"
"Why do you think?" he asked |
again.
Barre Howard laughed and stood |
before her. and suddenly the look
in his eyes was no longer mysteri- |
ous. It was like a picture, readily |
interpreted, telling her why he had
come back
(Associ ted Newspapers— WNU Service »
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COIDPLIEDTS Of THE SEASON
It may be truly said that the simple record of three short years of
life has done more to regenerate mankind than all the disquisitions
of philosophers and exhortations of moralists.
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—LECKY
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How true the words of historian-philosopher Lecky!
And now, on the eve of another Christmas, we wish
again for you and yours the radiant joy. the deep
inner peace which arc so inseparably interwoven into
the Christmas pattern. and which persist. for the indi
vidual, even in a world at war.
Accept our sincere thanks for your generous pat-
ronage, while we renew our pledge to strive to he still
more worthy of your friendship.
Rohrman Motor Co.
Hermiston, Oregon