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Coral Gables Riviera-Times
Thursday, December 25, 1947, page 4 (of 8)
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CORAL GABLES Riviera Times
Published Monday through Friday afternoon by the Riviera Publishing Co., 200 Avenue Aragon, Coral Gables, 34, Fla. Established as a weekly newspaper January, 1926; combined with the Dade County & Coconut Grove Times, 1939; published daily except Saturday and Sunday. MEMBER, NATIONAL EDITORIAL ASSOCIATION. FLORIDA PRESS ASSOCIATION AND CORAL GABLES CHAMBER OF COMMERCE ALBERT E. HARUM Publisher and Editor KENNETH S. REYNOLDS Business Manager JAMES B. MOORE Managing Editor WALTER T. KRAM Advertising Manager HELEN REYNOLDS Society Editor DON CUDDY Sports Editor JULIA D. HARUM Women's Editor PEGGY NORTH Circulation Manager THEIS & SIMPSON, National Advertising Representatives New York Chicago Atlanta Detroit MEMBER, AUDIT BUREAU OF CIRCULATIONS Full Leased Wire, UNITED PRESS ASSOCIATIONS SUBSCRIPTION RATES One week... 25 cents One month..... 1.00 Three months. 3.00 Six months..... 6.00 One year...... 12.00 (City of Coral Gables) One month......$ 1.00 Three months..... 3.00 Six months....... 6.00 One year......... 12.00 Outside of the U. S.: One year, $15.00 Mailing address: P. O. Box 6072 Coral Gables, 34, Fla. Telephone: 4-1624 Classified Department: 48-2441 RIVIERA 36 The Coral Gables Riviera-Times is liable for errors in advertising only to the extent of the space in which the advertisement appears.
Strange Christmas
Perhaps in all world history there has never been so strange a Christmas with less prospect of peace on earth or good will among men. Yet mounting crisis in the world, like fever in disease, brings growing pressure upon men to find the cure. And Christmas is an annual reminder that a cure exists—a cure to all man's ills available to any man at any time he makes up his mind to take it. The world is in the mess it's in because men make up their minds to get along the best they can without this Christmas remedy. And the best they can is not good enough—not half good enough. "We'll still manage to get along in this selfish world," they say, "without having to take the painful remedy for selfishness." Or they try to deal with selfishness in other people and other nations by imposing restrictions or waging wars, like trying to stop a cholera epidemic by shooting other men who have the cholera. But there was once a man who saw he had to deal with selfishness beginning with himself. "Father," he said, "if it please thee, take this cup away from me. But thy will, not mine, be done." That man found the all-effective cure to the disease of selfishness that is laying waste the world. And Christmas is an eternal reminder of cure because Christmas is that man's birthday. What men and nations, this strange Christmas, will make up their minds to take the remedy?
All in a Day
By GEORGE McNEILL RAY CHRISTMAS is more than bulbs and bells and brilliant lights evenly placed around the tree. CHRISTMAS is where the family is around the hearth watching quietly the flew-burning logs; where sleigh bells resound with glee out over the snow-covered hills and valleys below; where chimes ring out with a note of victory and joy to the
OUR TOWN | Hope Abounds
By Jim Moore It's Christmas Day. Despite the fact that I'm writing this in the city room, where the process of getting out today's newspaper is going on, it seems quieter than usual. Over in the corner the United Press machine is chattering out its continuous stream of news from all over the world. But even it seems to have caught the spirit of the occasion. The news spewing from the teletype is wrapped up in the little stories about Christmas incidents over the nation. Outside the streets seem almost deserted, but gaily wrapped bundles are in evidence in almost every car that passes by my window. Faces are minus the usual worry wrinkles of the working day. Even here, where an early edition has tightened deadlines, things are moving at a quiet pace as the last type is placed in the forms. There is something awesome about Christmas to me. Its intangible magic spreads a momentary mantle of peace over a world that is far from peaceful—and most men forget the petty differences and hates that mark their everyday lives. True, even at this moment in the Holy Land men on rooftops are shooting at each other as the Jewish-Arab strife refuses a Christmas truce. But here in Coral Gables and in thousands of hamlets, towns and cities all over the world there is a peace as we pause to celebrate the birthday of the Prince of Peace. Surely some day, mankind will extend the spirit of Christmas to include every day in the year. And even though the future looms as cloudy today as nations pit themselves against each other in what could be the prelude to World War III, there is something about Christmas that imbues most of us with an optimism for the future. If we can take one day out of our lives each year and fill it with a warm and friendly feeling for our neighbors, then there will always be hope for tomorrow. And so to all of you, a wish that your Christmas will be filled with the joy of friendship—a truly merry one. world; where the retelling of that story is heard with inner warmth and glory: where children's laughter dispels all fear and anxiety; where the baby is nestled in one corner of the room all snug and tight for a long winter's nap to await that glad event; where carols are sung with tender voices, a soft and dreamy meaning; where the graciousness of a friend warms the heart of another; where gifts are wrapped and tied with a lasting spirit of love and understanding; where gifts are received with the same spirit in which they are eagerly given; where love and kindness rise above the noise and merriment; where the touch of a hand on another's is enough; where the star of Bethlehem outshines the multi-colored lights in store windows; where no expression of gratitude and thanks can possibly take the place of the song of songs, "Glory to God in the highest"; where soft prayers are said for the unfortunate, whose gifts of love have preceeded those prayers; where the heart's Bethlehem has room enough for the Christ-Child; where that Star has lingered just above the heart, awaiting that welcome—the same Star that stood over Him; where the heart's glad cry beckons Him to enter, not for just a little while—but forever. This is 'CHRISTMAS!
Christmas
Sleighbells, the singing of carols, a lighted tree, yule logs burning... the symbols of Christmas are many... But throughout the world the spirit of Christmas is the same — a spirit of peace, of fellowship and of good will.
It Says Here
Merry Christmas, Joyeux Noel and every other way that you can say it ... Gableites have been choosing varied ways of extending greetings and the mails have been flooded with gay and colorful Christmas cards ... Umps Clark appropriately chose a Santa Claus in shorts teeing off under a palm tree ... Barbara Carol Edwards said "Merry Christmas" for her folks, Caroline and Chip with a cutie card showing a little gal in Santa garb ... Former Gableites Ira and Ethelind Arnot sent greetings from Seattle with an original cartoon ... Mr. and Mrs. George Snow had a beauty with a Poinsettia ... The Upton Ewings made effective use of his painting of the Smiling Christ and an original verse ... Dr. and Mrs. Bob Crandall, who moved to Orlando from here greeted friends with the usual greeting spelled out with candles, peppermint candy and evergreen ... Beach C of C Manager Ike Parrish (who lives in the Gables) chose a glowing Christmas candle ... WBAY depicted Santa Claus at a mike interrupting a regular broadcast for a special Yuletide bulletin. Kiwanis President and Mrs. Obie Sutton chose a scarlet and silver card with a holly leaf theme ... Stone's Liquor Store had three colored little stones glued to the card ... Ponce de Leon High School used an original linoleum cut in green ... Carl Singleton of Carl's Liquors had a cartoon Santa listening while Carl himself sat on his knee ... Speaking of Cartoons, the Dr. F. E. Kitchens' egg-nog party invitations are among the cleverest we've seen. They depict a caricature of Doc mixing the necessary ingredients while young Miss Kitchens watches intently ... We wondered whether the fireplace scene on the Leland Shepard card was taken from their own new home ... They made it by Christmas ... Southern Time Table Distributing Co. used Lawson Wood's famous monkeys that often grace Collier's covers ... Commissioner and Mrs. Frank Holley employed palm trees and an original verse ... The Jim Larimores showed a photo of the entire family singing carols around the piano ... City Commissioner and Mrs. Thomas C. Mayes chose a silver candle with a brilliant red flame ... Ike and Marybelle Macy burst forth with original verse this year about "Hollowdaze" ... A dial telephone provided the motif for the Checker Normans ... The Byron Sparows selected a reproduction of the carol "Hark the Herald Angels Sing" ... The Royce Powells and the Van Gale Rowlands jointly sent an oversize paper of matches with the greeting on the cover ... Lee and Marge Gebhart said "Merry Christmas" via a surrey with the fringe on top ... Jaycee President Ben Turner and Jody employed a photograph of the two youngsters waiting for Santa Claus, while the Halifax youngsters were pictured in front of a doll house ... Golly, the cards were good this year ... we'd like to describe more, but here's the bottom of the column.
Christmas Poetry
THE ANGELS SANG The angels sang when Christ was born, And gladness reigned that fateful morn. "Peace on earth, to men good will," Was heralded from hill to hill. We mortals have not kept the faith, And "Peace on earth" is still a wraith; But work and prayer must bring a day When hate and greed shall pass away. When light comes to a darkened world The flags of peace will be unfurled, And bells shall ring as once they rang Upon that day when angels sang. -J. L. Beers. THE NIGHT AFTER CHRISTMAS 'Twas the night after Christmas when all through the house Every soul was abed and still as a mouse. The stockings so lately St. Nicholas' care Were emptied of all that was eatable there. The darlings had duly been tucked in their beds With very full stomachs and pains in their heads. I was dozing away in my new cotton cap And Nancy was rather far gone in a nap, When out in the nursery arose such a clatter I sprang from my sleep crying, "What is the matter?" I flew to each bedside—still half in a doze— Tore open the curtain and threw off the clothes While the light of the taper served clearly to show The piteous plight of these objects below. For what to the fond father's eyes should appear But the little pale face of each sick little dear? For each pet that had crammed itself full as a tick I knew in a moment now felt like Old Nick. Their pulses were rapid, their breathing the same. What their stomachs rejected I'll mention by name. Now turkey, now stuffing, plum pudding, of course, And custards and crullers, and cranberry sauce. Before outraged nature, all went to the wall Yes, lollypops, flopdoodle dinner, and all. Like pellets which urchins from popguns let fly Went figs, nuts and raisins, jam, jelly and pie. Till each error of diet was brought to my view To the shame of Mamma and Santa Claus, too. I turned from the sight to my bedroom, stepped back And brought out a phial marked pulv-ipecas When my Nancy exclaimed—for their suffering shocked her "Don't you think you had better, love, run for the doctor?" I ran—and was scarcely back under my roof When I heard the sharp clatter of old Jalap's hoof I might say that I had hardly turned myself around When the doctor came into the room with a bound. He was covered with mud from his head to his foot And the suit he had on was his very worst suit. He had hardly had time to put THAT on his back. And he looked like a Fallstaff half fuddled with "sack." His eyes how they twinkled, Had the doctor got merry? His cheeks looked like port, and his breath smelled of sherry. He hadn't been shaved for a fortnight or so And the beard on his chin wasn't white as the snow. But inspecting their tongues in spite of their teeth He felt of each pulse, saying, "Each little belly Must get rid"—here he laughed—"of the rest of the jelly." I gazed on each chubby, plump, sick little elf, And groaned when he said so, in spite of myself. But a wink in his eye, when he physicked our Fred Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He didn't prescribe, but went straightway to work And dosed all the rest, gave his trousers a jerk, And, adding directions while blowing his nose He buttoned his coat; from his chair he arose And Jalap jumped off as if pricked by a thistle But the doctor exclaimed, ere he drove out of sight, "They'll be well by tomorrow, good nite, Jones', good night." —ANONYMOUS. FLORIDA CHRISTMAS Say not the weather makes Christmas what it is, Not snow, nor ice, nor Winter's chilling breath For Christ was born amid the palms of Judah land Nor white, nor green nor any hue The spirit is the thing And sweet remembrance of Him. —Katherine Megibben, Ponce de Leon High School. STARRY PROOF She watched the bright star-patterns prick the east, Recalling long ago a child who stood At that same window on a Christmas Eve, Half fearful, eager, daring to believe The Star of Christ in every likelihood Still shone each year; a sign again released. And when that night no wondrous Star appeared, And bright expectancy had ticked away In hours that dulled her eagerness to grief, She sought for comfort in a quick belief That Christ was not so near to earth today, And miracles belonged in times revered. The woman watching there that later night Had seen divine expression in the sky, And, thinking how a disappointed child Had missed present starry proof, she smiled, Knowing a thousand stars proclaimed Him nigh, While miracles were wrought in all men's sight. —Mabel Meadows Staats.
THE SEASON'S GREETINGS TO ALL OUR FRIENDS LESLIE H. COOMBES REALTOR
2312 Ponce de Leon Blvd. Phone 4-2586
Merry Christmas
... to the many lovely people who have patronized us in our few months on Miracle Mile. Their friendship has given us our nicest Christmas ever! We hope they and their friends everywhere will be blessed with Happiness and Peace of Mind always! Roal Accessories FEMININE FROM HEAD TO FOOT 348 MIRACLE MILE
MOD-EL SERVICE STATION
Happy Yuletide Folks CHRISTMAS 1947 JUST A FRIENDLY WAY OF EXPRESSING TO YOU OUR MOST SINCERE GOOD WISHES FOR A HAPPY CHRISTMAS AND THAT IT MAY BE AN ESPECIALLY JOYOUS ONE FOR YOU. MOD-EL SERVICE STATION Sinclair Gas and Oils Goodyear Tires and Tubes Full Line of Accessories 245 Coral Way Phone 4-9237
Tidings of GREAT JOY!
Christmas '47 and may the spirit of this Day linger on, and on, and on. Warth Paint Co. 1911 Ponce de Leon Blvd. Phone 4-0267
CHRISTMAS FOLKS KENYON AUTO STORES
CHRISTMAS FOLKS MERRY A star in the sky a light in the window, and hope in the heart! It's Christmas again, good folks of this community ... the season when even strangers nod at you and smile. So we are sending you these wishes for Christmas cheer and happiness in your home. KENYON AUTO STORES A. B. COLLINS • OWNERS • M. F. SCOTT 1903 Ponce de Leon Blvd. Phone 4-9661
Ho Chong Company, Inc.
和昌有限公司 TO OUR Many New Friends... BEST WISHES for a Joyous Christmas! Ho Chong Company, Inc. 315 CORAL WAY... ON MIRACLE MILE Telephone 48-3736 SHANGHAI NEW YORK CORAL GABLES