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> Tuesday. December 2~>.
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■i Trover Tor ( hrislmaslide
By Rmh Taylor.
O God. Giver of all gifts, we beseech Thee
to let Thy spirit descend upon our hearts
this Christinas Day.
We that k Thee for the groat and manifold
mercies already bestowed upon us. Give us
new strength to endure the time of our test
ing.
Help us to put aside all prejudice, vain
glory and hatred.
Grant to each the wisdom to act justly, to
speak the truth boldly, to fight valiantly for
the right, to be merciful, understanding and
loving toward our fellow men everywhere.
In the days ahead keep us humble, we
pray. Bow down our wills in obedience to
Thy holy law of love for our fellow men.
Thine is the power and the glory.
Grant to us the spirit to follow Thee in
our daily lives, down whatever path Thou
may lead us.
This we ask in the name of Him in whose
honor we keep Christmas.
Amen.
A Prayer 1 or Peace
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Make wars throughout the world to cease;
The wrath of sinful man restrain,
Give peace, O God, give peace again!
Remember, Lord, thy works of old.
The wonders that our fathers told;
Remember not our sin’s dark stain,
Give peace, O God, give peace again!
Whom shall we trust but thee, O Lord?
Where it s1 but on thy faithful word?
None ever called on thee in vain,
Give peace, O God, give peace again!
Amen. —H. W. Baker, 196-1.
So Mueli I or So l.ittle
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(Pomes up with seme interesting tax figures
for the. motor vehicle owner. Th'- commit
tee explains that the typical veh., le owner
in 1952 will pay $118.81 in taxes.
The amount isn’t small, but, at the same
time, one will have to look around quite a
bit to find where he gets more foi his tax
money than he receives from his gas and
vehicle taxes. It is fairly certain that mot
or vehicle owners almost to the last one
prefer the sendees and taxes as they are
over the old conditions and little taxes of
yester-year.
The committee, resorting to a policy of
begging, claims that some of the taxes are
not used for highway development. There <
is pretty good evidence supporting the fact
that property taxes have gone to the con
struction and maintenance of highways and
streets. It is a well established fact that
property owners, manv of them without ve
hicles. have paid more in property taxes
that went into road and street construction,
than any amount ever received from vehicle
taxes for general government, expenses.
I! hos liesfjoitxihlr?
Pointing out that work in the National
Production Authority department could not
have been “undertaken or carried on” with
out the valued help of experienced business
men, an industrialist intimates that the
work handled by others would have been
a failure. And possibly he’s right.
But that same spokesman for industry has
been lavish in his criticism of the way things
are run in government, including trie NPA
department. If there’s confusion in the
NPA and other agencies of the government,
then the experienced businessman is partly
responsible for that confusion.
. Too many are prone to criticise and even
condemn: Ifce government not because the
government is right or wrong, but because
the action docs not benefit us directly and
us alone.
A t alnahlr i 'wijl
In searching tlie store counters for holiday
gifts, every motorist is urged not to over
look a precious gift a gift of safety during
the remainder of this year and in all the
years ahead.
The gift does not have to be purchased,
but it has to be cultivated. Just exercise a
Our Daily Itreail
By Rulh Taylor
“The history of the world is the record of
a man in quest of his daily bread,” so wrote
Hendrick Van Loon.
The price of wheat has been responsible
for more wars than has patriotism. It is the
instinct for self preservation that causes
war—that causes strife of any kind. Primi
tive man wandered along the streams in the
valleys or by the shores of lakes or oceans
1 searching for food. The struggle with his
fellows arose from the attempt to obtain
food.
The civilization of the world started in
the fertile valleys of the Mediterranean—
in Egypt and the valley of Mesoootamia
and wtme laid waste in war by hordes of the
hungry from l#ss fertile regions. Conqueror
aftei conqueroi swept over this land—com
ing in fierce with hunger—conquering, set
tling, rising in a new civilization, and being
overthrown by other hordes of the hungry.
While hunger does not now drive people
in companies from their homes and pour
them into other lands, any threat which ex- |
cites the old hunger fear, arouses the war
spirit and stirs the migrating inn ulse.
Indeed, the small nations have all had the I
urge for food to back up their patriotism.
More new nations have been formed bv the
price of potatoes than by the policy of self j
determination. Having been conquered na- ;
tions, they felt like people in a rented house
paying too much for something they did not
own. They blamed the scarcity of food, high
prices and everything they did not like on
the owners. That is why there is so much
internal disturbance after a nation frees it
self. The people cannot see why they do
not get at once everything they thought
would come with freedom.
“The history of the world is the record of
a man in quest of h" daily bread.” It is part
of our dailv prayer.
But—, we say — “give us this day our
daily bread.” We pray “us” and “our”.
That is our religion. That is our civilization.
Nothing must be for one alone. Whether it I
be freedom or food, —it must be for all. It |
is to make that part of the world plan that
we are working today- for freedom from
want for all the peoples of all the world re- :
gardless of race, nationality, class, creed or
color.
RliilaulUropisIs or Utthhers
The scandals in the revenue department
pose a question. Some of the guys gave
away so much of the taxpayers’ money that
they are to be rated right along with the
top philanthropists. But, at the same time,
they took such big commissions that they
readily qualify as robbers.
Since few have gone to jail, the world will
just have to be satisfied in recognizing them
as “philanthropists.”
Reversed
A brief dispatch coming out of Washing
ton says that the Navy has begun to rate
officers on ability to cut waste.
It would seem as if the Navy has reversed
itself, but it is god to know that at long last
a sensible approach is being taken in at least
one governmental department.
The taxpayers just grin and bear it when
billions an spent tor defense, and they’!! dig
up the cash But it simply isn’t fair or reas
onable to expect the taxpayer to accept all
the wanton waste and brass hat tactics
thrown at them these many years.
Now, if the Navy demotes some of its
squanderers then we’ll be getting some
where m this world.
_♦
There May Re t Roller Way
The practical man is the adventurer, the
investigator, the believer in research, the
asker of questions, the man who refuses to
believe that perfection has been attained.
There is no thrill or joy in merely doing that
which anyone can do. It is always safe to
assume, not that the old way is wrong, but
there may be a better way.—Henry R. nar
rower.
1 hate to see things done by halves—If it
be right, do it boldly, —if it be wrong leave
it undone. - -Bernard Filpin.
CHURCH
NEWS
CHRISTIAN
John L. Goff, Pastor.
Bible School 9:45. Glasses for
all ages. Exum L. Ward. Jr.. Supt
Morning worship and celebration
of the Lord's Supper 11:00. Ser
mon subject: -The Old Year and
the New.” This service will be
Vn nybrasi nv.-t
Union V\■.■Icon.in..’, vt*-<• .it the
Methodist church at 7:30. All re
cent ministers to our city will be
welcomed. Rev. Robert E. Wal
ston will deliver the sermon. Un
join Watch Night Service Wednes
day, January 2, at 7:30 at the par
sonage. Theme for discussion:
"Redeeming the Time.” Start the
New Year right by attending this
service.
—--<s>
By Willard Olvari Persing
The reassuring weight of the
nickels and dimes in his pocket
took the bite out of the raw Satur
day afternoon. Surveying the
street from the eminence of three ;
dollars for the first time in his I
eleven years, Jimmy Sands
thought it was a pretty nice world
after all,
After enjoying this sense of
prosperity for a few seconds, he
remembered that he’d have to
hurry if he wanted to hide the
Christmas present before his mo
ther woke up from her nap. A
frown came over his face as he
glanced around to locate his pup.
Mike wasn’t anywhere in sight.
He started to whistle, but his
attention was caught by little
Sammy Farr, big-eyed with ex
citement and fright, running to
ward him. j
“Hey, Jimmy!” Callede Sammy.
“They took Mike!"
Jimmy heart sank. He knew
who ‘they’ meant, hut he had to
make sure. “Who took him?”
"The dogcatcher. Mike tried to
run away, but they caught him
down at the corner."
Little Sammy wiped his nose
on a gagged cuff. "I didn't have
time to hide him like we always
A boy of eleven couldn’t
cry in front of a seven-year
old. so Jimmy blinked away
the tears.
lift) before when that old dogcatch
er came around.”
1 shouldn’t have left him down
here by himself, but I didn't want
to wake Mom up.” Jimmy sat
down on the step and buried his
lace in his hands. Sure, he thought
they’ll keep Mike live days before
they get rid of him, but a license
will cost two dollars and a half.
Then he straightened up; he had
three dollars in his pocket, three
dollars all his own, that he had
earned by running errands, selling
junk, and saving the lew pennies
that Ins mother had give him for
eandy.
II he bought a license for Mike,
hi’ wouldn't be able to buy the
new purse for his mother, but he
eould buy a nice handerchief or
something with the fifty cents
that he would have left.
A bo.v of eleven couldn't cry
in front of a s^von-year-old so
Jimmy blinked away the tears
that came when he thought of
fuzzy, playful Mike being tossed
into a pen tull of big snarling dogs
•*'I wonder if they'll lead him
good?”
A sense of shame kept return
ing; whyn Jimmy thought of his
mother's shabby old purse. She'd
had it as long as he eould remem
ber, and he had seen her stop
several times to admire the sbmy
Mack one with the goldeolored
clasp that was in Hoffberg’s win
dow. He had beer, looking forward
to Christmas morning when she
could carry the new one proudly
to church instead of hiding the
old one's shabbiness by tucking it
under Uea arm. It ju*t wouldn't;
be right to spend that money for
Mike's license.
“Come on. Sammy, if you'll
koep it a secret, I’Jl let you go
with me to buy Mom's present.”
Maybe he could leave the purse
By Richard Hill Wilkinson
Mrs Southern war desperately
in need of money, and so when
she came across the Currier and
Ives print she thought right off
that it might be possible to sell
the pie'ure to a collector for a
considerable sum. The painting
va du-s'v iiisi 1'1> Iced and <sr
aown to the Kitchen and cicala 3*
d as bast s' • could, and then call
ed in Burt.
‘Tt's been in the attic for years,"
she explained. “Mother had it a.
long time ago. And you know
some Currier and Ives prints are
worth fortune:-.”
Burt scratched his chin and
scrutinized the barely distinguish
able signature. He nodded slow ly.
“You might get something for 1'.
at that,” he said. "It’s a Currier
and Ives all right, and it's sure
enough old.”
“Oh, Burt, wouldn't it be won
derful if we could! Why, it would
just solve everything!”
Burl gunned. “Well, there's no
harm in trying. More I look at i'
the more I think it might bring
a price. Tell you what I'll do: I'll
cull Moo Avery. He’s a collector
and he’ll buy it if it's worth any
thing."
So Burt went to the 'phone and
called Moe Avery. “He’ll be here
Mrs. Southern held her
breath while he bent to study
with the landlady until alter his1
mother had gone to work Jimmy I
was glad that site wouldn’t have !
In clean up those offices on Christ- !
mas Eve and Christmas night . . .
Jimmy's mothef smiled' at him
over the potatoes she was peeling
for their supper. “DaittU you
come up the-front way'?
“Yes." Jimmy closed the door 1
and walked over to stare out the
one window in their room.
“You didn't leave Mike out in
front?”
"No—" The tears that he had
been holding back poured out.
“The dogcatcher took him away.”
Jimmy sank into a chair by the
table and buried his head in his
arms.
Smiling to hor.si If, Jimmy’s mo
ther placet! a comforting hand on
his shoulder and said, “1 think it
will be aj! right with Saida il you
get your present tonight instead
of tomorrow night.” She took an j
envelope out of the shabby purse
*K'-d,.J,:;y on Oh,. "Merrvj
Christmas, Jimmy.'
Something in her voice made
Jimmy open the envelope and look
inside “Mike’s license!" Jimmy
grabbed his cap and started for
the door.
“You had better wait till to
morrow, Jimmy. It’s late, and it’s
a long way over to the dog pound.
They'll take good care of Mike."
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the painting.
in an hour's time," lie told his
i
! w ife a moment li ter. “We'd better
not get too optimistic thougn. Pro
bably turn out to be worthless."
“Oh. Burt, you don’t think it
will! Why—why I'd be satisfied
if it brought $50!"
“Ought to bring that," said
Burt. “Ought to bring more! How
ever, no use in getting optimis
j tic.”
Mrs Southern sighed. “Fifty
I dollars!" she said. Think of it.
Just think of all the things we
could do. But there. As you say,
1 musn't get optimistic."
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and possibilities, both pro and con,
undergoing various sensations of
hope and fear and optimism and
misgivings, until finally the door j
bell rang and Burt admitted Moe
Avery.
Moe was a brisk and efficient
little man. He greeted them brief
ly, and then produced his glasses.
“How long?" he asked, “has this
print neon in your family?" *
“Oh, ever so long," said Mrs.
Southern. "I—I've rather lost
track."
“Hum," said Moe. “You’ve been
saving it?"
“Yes,” said Mrs. Southern,
"we’ve been saving it.”
The collector removed his glass
es. carefully returned them to his
case and put the case into his
pocket. His face wore a doleful
expression He sighed heavily.
"I'm afraid,” he said, “that I
can't offer you enough to make it
worth your while to sell. I'm sor
ry."
She said, striving to keep her
voice under control: “Just a min
ute. Mr. Avery. We do need the
money, and I've gone to the bother
of carrying it way down stairs—”
Mr. Avery hesitated. “No.” he
said presently. I can’t do it. It
would be robbery. Tell you what:
I’ll call a collector friend of mine
and send him out."
Mrs. Southern felt a Title pan
ickv. What if the collector friend
couldn't pay them anything?” Al
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tf ■ all. Mr. Avery knew them and
was bound te be sympathetic. The
collector friend might be merely
an excuse.
Mr. Avery looked from one to
the othei of them. “Well all right,
since you insist. But don't feel in
sulted at my low figure. I realize
what you have here, all right.
Don't mistake that. But ready cash
is scarce, and it's the best I car
Mrs. Southern had visions of $3,
even $2. The suspense was mak
ing her nervous. She said: "Well,
what is your offer, Mr. Avery?”
The collector took a deep breath.
“O. K. '!'#£- renter
cun offer right now is $1300.0(1
Thirteen hun—” Burt tried to
catch his wife before she hit the
floor. But he mi-sod. She was con
scious again when the doctor ar
rived.
"She’ll be all right,” the doc
said, "in a few minutes. Must have
got a slight shock .... Well, I’ll
be running along. Merry Christ
mas.”
"Thanks." said Burt. “Yeah,
Merry Christmas. Yeah, Merry
Christmas . . . .Ynw! MERRY
CHRISTMAS! You bet!”
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Fresh mash should be added to
poultry feeders at least twice a
day. I
The practice of holding l)PL 11
house” has been a Christmas tia
dition through the years
The Saxon lords threw ope.,
the doors of their great hali> i>>
peasant and noble alike dunng
the fi-stive season and all enjoy«
Yule log was dragged up :•
open fire pit and festivities lasten
until the embers alone remains * •
The same custom was followed
in the pre-Civil War South. "l'K
slaves oft in soaked a log in tlit
cypress swamps long bc!"i
Christmas so that it would burn
slowly, and extend their Christ
mas freedom.
“Open House” during the Yule
tide season is true mark of demo
cracy and a realization that he
who was born on Christmas day
came to save all men.
Cotton production in North
Carolina is estimated at 000,000
bales for 1951.
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