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About The Hermiston herald. (Hermiston, Or.) 19??-1984 | View Entire Issue (Dec. 23, 1943)
RSDAY, DECEMBER 23, 1943. THE HERMISTON HERALD, HERMISTON. OREGON. PAGE THREE CENTRAL CHURCH OF CHRIST C. Warner, Pattar JOYOUS | SEASON I 1943s Associated Service Station Mr. and Mrs. Ç. A. Miller, Owners An increase in pedestrian fatalities in rural areas was reported today by Secretary of State Bob Farrell, as evidence that pedestrian protection is a rural as well as an urban problem in Oregon. “During the month of November, there were seven pedestrian fatalities and five of them occurred in rural areas," Farrell said. “Two danger ous walking practices were factors in most of these accidents: crossing high ways at night in the path of ap proaching cars, and walking on the right side of the road, instead of on the left, facing approaching traffic." The average age of the seven pedes trian fatlities in November was 50 years. All but three were over 65. “Drivers and pedestrians must rec ognize the danger of pedestrian acci dents on rural highways and take steps to avoid them," Fateli said. PRODUCE 6y HELEN EDWADDS M ARY’S feet throbbed. Her knees wanted to buckle be neath the weight of her slim young body. "Fifteen minutes more!” She saw Mr. Adams, the cross looking floorwalker, frowning in her direction and she hastened to tidy her counter. Clerking in the five and ten, she decided, wasn’t such a bad job—except during the Christ mas rush. A shabbily dressed old woman stood across the aisle looking wist fully at a display of curly-haired dolls on Mary’s counter. The faded blue eyes were making an effort to read the price tag. “May I help you, madam?” Mary asked. The woman looked up guilt ily, then her fingers fumbled nerv ously at her shabby black purse. “I—ah—I—no, I don’t guess so.” The woman turned and almost ran from the store. At the door, how ever, she turned and slowly re traced her steps to the counter. “How much for that yellow-haired doll, miss?” .*M- “Twenty-nine cents. Shall I wrap it in our gift pack? That will be ten cents extra.” “N—no, I’ll come back later. Not tonight, please.” As Mary nodded her head the woman’s shoulders seemed to sag lower, and she trudged slowly to ward the door. Mary’s thoughts kept returning to the wizened old lady as her tired feet dragged through a long Wednes day and a longer Thursday. As she left the store Thursday night she was almost happy, reflecting that there would be but one more day of the Christmas rush. A timid hand clutched at her arm. Mary recognized her near-customer of the preceding week, and smiled encouragingly. GRADE Arizona Bible School meets at 10:00 a. m., morning worship at 11:00. Glenn Warner, student of Northwest Chris tian College and pastor of the Rocka way Christian Church, will preach at the eleven o’clock hour. Christian Endeavor will meet at 7 p. m. and the regular evening worship will begin at 8:00. The White Gift for the Old Peoples Home will be continued Sunday even ing that all who desire may have • part in it All gifts must be brought on Sunday. —HE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS, dominating the world stage, once more has incredibly rolled aside the clouds of war. There is still beauty in common things, still good in the world, and we are all grateful for the glowing interval of Yuletide. As for ourselves, we are also grateful for your loyalty to us during 1943, and extend the season’s best wishes to all. .. aeoTSEX Dr. F. B. Belt V0° 76a 7 / / E’Twas the Night oar before Christinas 1998 1543 38. One hundred and twenty year* ago Clement Clarite Moore's ¡oily poem, "A Visit from St. Nicholas,” first appeared. FRYERS Each year since then it ha* contributed to the joy of Christma*. We want to say that if we were able to gather up all this ¡oy and wrap it up in one big Points) “N-no, I’ll come back later. (7 Points) Quality PICNICS (2 Points) Prices, Greater Selections STONE’S leads the way for CHRISTMAS FOOD quality Keller ‘Alen freshly delicious pumpkin pie. Almonds DELECTABLE DESSERT find cakes once. Here': edients you’ll Chocolate . Leese Puffs STORES — Subject “That doll, miss—” she seemed momentarily at a loss for words— “it—is it sold yet?” “No, we have a few left. Do you want me to save-one for you?” “If you could?” Mary nodded and the woman hur ried away. Mary selected an especially nice doll the next morning and laid it carefully beneath the counter. Then she watched, between spurts of last minute shoppers, for the timid old lady. At noon the doll still rested beneath the counter. At six it was still unclaimed. When Mary sold her last remaining doll a few mo ments before nine, she reached for the hidden one. “I’ll give her a few minutes more,” she decided. "If I put it out it will go almost as soon as any one sees it.” At last she appeared, breathless as if from running. She gazed along the counter and stark despair was written in every line of her face. “Am I too late? Are they sold?" "No, I saved one for you, mad am." “How much did you say it would cost?” The old woman was fum bling in her purse while ' Mary wrapped the doll. “Twenty-five cents, wasn’t it? I think I have that much.” Shaking fingers reached into the shabby purse and fumbled into ev ery crease and corner of its flat interior. Two dimes and a penny appeared, and then two more cop pers. The woman's face turned white, and the fingers continued to search frantically. Finally they re appeared clutching two additional copper coins. "But,” Mary began, “it costs—” a picture of some tiny waif wait ing for just such a doll flashed through Mary’s mind. Mary turned to the woman and held it out to her. As she did so she saw Mr. Adams bearing down upon her, his most ferocious frown upon his face. Now she was in for it! Maybe she would be fired. And for four cents! Well, it had been worth it “Will you say 'Merry Christmas’ to the little one for me?” she whis pered. A muffled cough at her side told her that Mr. Adams had arrived. "I saw what you did, Mary, and, ” "But, Mr. Adams, I intended to repay the company from my own purse. "I know—I know. I'd have dene it myself if you hadn’t Merry Christmas, Mary.” package it would hardly represent our wishes for your Christma* happiness this season of 1943. Hermiston Blacksmith & Welding L. F. Beaver, Prop. i War or peace, a bravo new worU h in tho making — a world in which botter oggortunitiet will be had for all. The Spirit of Progrett io on the march, and we may all look hopefully to the f nt nro. At thio time it io fitting that we connt onr many friendo and recall the happy relationohipo of 1943. We with all of yon the choiceot bleeo~ ingo that Chriotmaotime can beofow. United Brotherhood of Carpenters and Joiners of America
