--—* MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL ■* No. 61 Majority Of Cherryville Stores Closing 2 Days Giving Their Employees A Good Rest After Christmas Trading Rush The majority of the Cherry ville merchants will be closed for two days, Friday and Saturday of this week according to annuonce nient made here yesterday. An advertisement on the back page of this section, list the names of those merchants who will have their stores closed, giv ing their employees a few days rest, following the Christmas trading rush. .According to announcement STiven is to the effect that all the S<»-res' ^*nk, building and loan offjces will be open for business Monday morning. Kester Groome Closing 2 Days The Kester Groome Furni ture Company will be closed two days for Christmas, Fri day and Saturday, December 25 and 26. They will be op ened for business as usual on Monday, December 28. *Twas The Night Before Christmas Clement Clarke Moore, poet and renowned scholar, was borne in New York City, July 16, 1779. A graduate of Columbia, he j re'pared for the ministry, but was never ordained. It was Christmas Eve, 1822, while homeward bound with a turkey for a Christmas basket that his wife, Gath ering Elizabeth ’.laylor, gave to the poor. Moore began to think about his six children, the Christmas season and Santa Claus. Reaching home he rushed to his study, straightened his jumbled thought and gave the world its best known Yuletide verse. For twenty years Moore refused to admit authorship, as he felt the verse trival. This refusal cost him a small fortune in royalties. The poem was first printed, anony mously, is the Troy Sentinel, Dec. 23, 1823, under the or iginal title, “A Visit from St. Nicholas,” but it is best known as ‘‘T’was the isight before Christmas.” Moore died in Newport, R. I., July 10, 1963. ‘Twas the night before Christinas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St, Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds. While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads; And mamma in her ’kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long Winter’s ' nap, When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter. I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow. Gave the luster of midday to objects below, When what to my wondering eyes should appear But a miniature sleigh, and eight reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; Now, Dasher! now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On Comet! on Cupid! on Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! To the top of the Wall! Now dash away! dash a.way, all!” As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, So up to the house-top the coursers they flew. With the sleigh of toys, and St. Nick, too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my ehad, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nick came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack. His eyes—how they twinkled his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow. And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow, The stump of a pipe he held tight in hig teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook, when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly. 1 He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf. And I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself, A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And Ailed .all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose; He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. Hut I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.” JOHN AND CLAUDE HALLMAN John and Claude Hallman, sons of Mr. and Mrs. Lawson Hall man of Cherryville. They regis tered in the first registration and was sent together to Spartanburg, I South Carolina, then to Fort Bragg and from there they were transferred to Camp White, Ore gon. They are still together and room together. Their address is Pvt. John or Claude Hallman, 80th. General Hospital, Camp White, Oregon, Barrack No. 2. Services At First Presbyterian Church First Presbyterian Church, Rev. Coleman O. Groves, pastor. 10:00 A. M_Sunday School, Dr. Joe Pharr, superintendent. Mr. Erskine Carson, teacher of Men’s Bible Class. 11:00 A. M.—Preaching by the pastor. Text: Psalm 103:13. “Like as a Father.” 6:46 P. M.—Young Peoples' Vesper Service. 7:46 P. M.—Evening Worship. The pastor will discuss the “Parable of the Barren Fig Tree.” 7:15 P. M.—Wednesday, “The Prayer Band. 7:46 P. M.—Wednesday, the Mid-Week Prayer Meeting. Lieut. Howell W. Stroup, son of Mr. and Mrs. M. A. Stroup, who has been serving with the In fantry in New Foundland, ar« rived home Thursday to spend a few days with, his parents. Lieut. Stroups haa been transfer red to the Air Corps and left Wednesday for Maxwell Fields, Montgomery, Ala. THE STAR STILL SHINES By J. R. McCRARY Over the smoke of battle the Star of Bethle 'hem hines on and on. It is still discernable through the telescope of the spirit, to the eye of faith its radiance can yet be seen. Over the bodies of the dead and the groans of those dying on the fields of conflict, over the roar of cannon and screaming shells, over the cling in the skies, over the tears and heartaches airshops carrying their loads of death and cir of widows and orphans and of mothers and fathers caused by this terrible war, this serene and blessed Star is always over us and will en dure forever. Other stars may sometimes fly from their orbits and crash together in the illimitable dis tance of space, but this one will never leave its place, for it stands beneath the throne of God itself. Wars may continue to come and go, despots may continue to rise and fall for generations yet to come, but sometime^ in the near or dis tant future, the glorious light, of the Star of Bethlehem will be seen