{ BUT WE HAVE Have No Bananas PEANUTS POPCORN CHEWING GUM CIGARS And TOBACCO And Lots Of CANDY For XMAS Ee 5 Ib. Box CHOCOLATES $1.89 (Continued from Page 2) knowledge that you have made the greatest of gifts—the gift of your flesh and blood to our threatened country. Merry Christmas, Mom and ‘Family. —-Soldiers of U. S. Army To their Mom. dier. Year. friend— f Cpl. Arthur D{ D Flight Headquafters, 794 Tech Sch. Sq. (Sp.) Seymour Johnson Field North Carolina Thanks for a timely and love- ly letter, Don, I wish it had come in earlier so that we could have given it better display. A Well, there it is Mr. Risley. Don’t you think that it expresses the thoughts of every red blooded sol- Well that is all I have to say except to wish you and everyone else in the old home town a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New So until later I remgin your December 16, 1942. THE POST, FRIDAY, DECEMBER 25, 1942 when we last heard from him. Of course you know, Phil Chen- ey is going in the army (Offi- cers’ Candidate School) on De- cember 28. Estella Pruschko is also stationed in Denver at Fitzsimmons General Hospital in Denver. She has a 30-day leave and was in to see us this week. She, too, is a graduate of Kingston Township schools. —Editor. From New Zealand Dear Editor: Just a letter to let you know my new change of address. When you send my paper, send it to Master Sergeant Tommy Evans, Hq. & Hq. LSqdn., 323rd Air Service Group, A. P. 0. 1227, New York City, N. Y. I haven't received a paper in a long time. I guess it's because I have been changed so much. The boys here are sure happy to hear from the folks at home and to know that they are playing their part in this war. I also want to thank the Ladies’ Auxiliary from the Little White Church on the Hill in Trucksville for the presents they have been SESE IL IEC IE IL DL DG DE SE SEL JEL ICEL IL IC IEC IE DEI IC IED SH HBEAE EAE RBEERERBENE; FROM. ii PILLAR TO POST By Mrs. T. M. B. Hicks, Jr. For each of us his own White Christmas, a precious memory or a shinging star of hope. So many cares, so many problems, so much of inev- itable heart-break in an adult and sobered world; but somewhere down the distant years, shining in childhood innocence and hallowed by tradition, that one perfect Christmas. ; Through the raging tumult of a world gone mad still runs the golden thread of angel voices chanting in ecstacy, the peace of the Judean hills, the blazing glory of the heavens, the kneeling shepherds, and the Holy Child. In the East, a nip in the air with a powdering of snow; sunshine and firecrackers in Charleston; silent drifts on the western prairies; soft gray rain on the Pacific Coast, with a festively decorated Community Tree reflected in the wetly gleaming pavements. And everywhere a White Christmas for those who have eyes to see and a heart to sing. For the modern child, a rollicking Santa Claus, the glittering height of a tinselled tree, gaily wrapped gifts in too lavish abundance, the school pageant, Christmas q ; about two wide-eyed children. She leaving the door into the hall slightl De the side of the bed in the curving hollow of a body, fixes her eyes upon the yellow rect and her quiet voice fills the listening room Time and space roll back, and we stand wit} the Judean hills. The sleeping flocks lie all ab patient shepherds watching out the starlit night. In the little village below there is a sleepy : belated travelers, worn from the long journey back t land of their fathers, ask for admission to the crou There is no room. In subdued voices, mindful of ing guests, they speak together and to the manager Inn. He protests, then points to a low stable. moment they hesitate, then stoop and enter. Gratef this poor shelter, they spread their cloaks upon the sharing its warmth and privacy with the humbles beasts. Sho The gentle-spoken, dark-haired woman, her time her, thankfully lays down her wearisome burden in midst of the quiet beasts, her faithful husband guar her in this her hour of anguish. And mow above the silent hills a Star is born. shepherds, sore afraid, fall on their knees and cover faces with their robes to shield them from the into beauty of the blazing sky. The angels chant, the he are filled with the glory of God, Peace on Earth, Goodw to men. : : il The shepherds rise at the heavenly command follow the Star. As they draw mear the stable, they h g tate, for here, before the darkened doorway, kneel thre sending us boys. Right now I am in a New Zealand hospital, but I'll be well soon and hope to get in the fight again. Yours truly, Master Sergeant Tommy Evans. ‘We~ wondered where you were, Tommy, it has been such a long time between letters. This one was very interesting written * on that thin blue Church of England stationery enclosed in a Red Cross envel- ope bearing the ensigna of the Order of St. John and The New Zealand Red Cross Society and with those two impressive cen- sor markings. We're sorry the paper hasn’t reached you, it has been sent out every week. Al- ways let us know when you miss it two weeks in a row. —Editor. Merry Christmas to you and a camels, richly caparisoned. Faltering now, but driven Glorious New Year. —Editor. the voice of the angels and their own great desire, th enter. Sf Here is the manger filled with hay, and in it, swadd by loving hands, lies sleeping the Holy Child, His s curls shining with a light from heaven. Over Him bend love and adoration His Mother, and Joseph her husbana The three Wise Men and the humble toil-worn s herds, rich and poor alike, fall to their knees in a com bond of worship, offering gifts according to their kind. The age-old story ends. The mother pats a drow little cheek, gently tucks am wup-flung arm beneath t warm covers, softly closes the door; and leaves the dren to the peace of Christmas Eve. Those children now are grown. They have child of their own, tall young soms who will spend the G Day in far-flung battlefields, thousands of miles from that they hold dear. : In steaming jungles or on desert sands, in icy waste or under tropic sums, embattled in a titanic strug against the dark power of a bent and tortured cross, they follow the Star of the Prince of Peace, that in generations yet unborn White Christmases shall not perish from th earth. ; carols coming in over the radio. To the child of forty years ago, Christmas meant a bulging stocking, a magic-lantern show, a striped bag of hard candy at the Sunday-School entertainment, popcorn and cranberry garlands on the Christmas tree. Sixty years ago in a country parsonage, Christmas - meant a pair of scarlet mittens, with a-sled for the boy and a home-made doll for the little girl, peppermint sticks and an occasional orange; popcorm“balls and butternut candy, the butternuts cracked painfully on a flatiron held between the knees, and molasses taffy pulled with scorched and buttered fingers to a snowy whiteness, clipped with the kitchen shears into soul-satisfying and mouth-filling sections. At the turn of the century, the religious significance of thé Day of Days was impressed upon the children. Simple presents there were, with perhaps a tree but surely a stocking, candy and nuts and a feast, but never was the meaning of the Day forgotten. To ‘one born in that generation, the spicy incense of fresh:cut evergreen:is indissolubly associated with the tale of the: first White Christmas. Christmas Eve brought forth each year the age-old beautiful story, “In the days of Herod, the King.” SESE Home For Christmas 1 1b. Box ‘MINIATURES 39¢ Dear Mr. Risley: I received my first copy of the Post yesterday and believe me, I certainly enjoyed it. It has been quite some time since I have seen any local news. I was really sur- prised to hear about Mr. Hender- son. He has done a swell job for the band and for the school. I'm getting a three-day leave for Christmas. I'll get in town about noon on Christmas Day. It will cer- tainly feel good to see the home town after being away from it a couple of months. The old saying still rings true, “There is no place like home.” You don’t realize it until you've left it. Please give my -thanks to Mrs. Niemeyer for the card. - I really ap- preciated it. Once again, time is growing short, so again I reluctantly have to close. Sincerely yours, / 4 Cadet Louis Kelly, U. SI N.A FR. University of Virginia R.AT.C. 7 Elliewood Avenue Charlottesville, Virginia You'll be in Dallas when this Post reaches you, Lou, if you've time drop in to see us. —Editor. 11b. Box CHERRIES a 39%¢ : 2 2 Ib. Box Joan Manning CHOCOLATES $1.20 1.0. WHITMAN'S SAMPLER $1.50 SERRE sr A TS A SS SR In Glider Training To all our friends == | both here and abroad morning I felt as though it was! 5 just about time for me to sit down | and write you a few lines. I guess] I've been getting the Post ever since you began sending it to the boys in service and this is the first time I've | taken to express my appreciation to you. Maybe it's the Christmas! spirit, huh! ! Well, as you know I am in Glider training here in Arkansas, but since June I've been transferred from Oregon to Minnesota, to Ohio, to Alabama and then here. This is a brand new base here and the boys probably know what that means. I can’t give it too many compliments. I expect to finish the course about the middle of January at which time I will graduate as a Flight Officer. I'm certainly “sweating it out.” I noticed that Don Kriedler is now in Memphis, Tennessee. I am only about 100 miles from there and if you would print his address I might be able to get in touch with him. Tell the rest of the boys if they find a few minutes to drop me a few lines. A letter from one of the “gang” is always welcome. A Friend, S/Sgt. Glen Knecht” Group 4, A.AF.G.T.D. Stuttgart, Arkansas Don Kriedler’s address is Bar- racks 35, Naval Training School, Aviation Maintenance, Mem- phis, Tenn. What's a hundred miles between friends? A Merry Christmas and a Glorious New Year, Glen. Editor.— 51 Ib. Jar Peach Blossoms Filled $2.39 ss 15 1b. Can PLANTERS’ PEANUTS 29¢c we 10 oz. Jar HARD CANDY 35¢ FRAG : by) i i ¥ : i i i i ; i i i i i i i i i ¢ » 7 ¥ § i i § 4 i i i i ; # i ¥ 3 i : § i ¥ ¢ 8 i : : i § § § g : Hidden Secret POCKET WALLET $1.00 BER CIGARS HANDMADE WHITE OWL ROBERT BURNS RRR CIGARETTES $ i 50 Carton EVANS DRUG STORE Sha W ertown “Open All Day Xmas” Joe Is In Denver Dear Editor: I have arrived in Denver, Colo- rado. I would appreciate your send- ing me the Post, if possible. I cut out your application from a Post in Miami, Florida. I would like you to send me How- ell Rees’ address, as we all had a few cups of coffee together back at the Tally Ho Grille before he left to go to the British West Indies. I will have to close now as we are going to a camp U. S. O. show. Hastily, Pvt. Joseph W. Woolbert. 764 Tech. Sch. Sqdn: { B-518,'Buckley Field Denver, Colorado. eta Howell's address is: Barracks > : ; gi 645, 33rd Tech Sch. Sqdn. (Sp.), Fig i Lowry Field, Denver, Colorado. There is a likelihood that this address has been changed be- cause he graduated from tech- nical school this month and was waiting for a new assignment * Wyoming Valley Minded + THE BOSTON STORE * Wyoming Valley Owned * Wyoming Valley Managed FOWLER, DICK AND WALKER SRR RRR RRR RE ROR
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