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
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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
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“N-no, I’ll come back later.
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— 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