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Thursday, Nov 13th, 1930 THE PORCUPINE ADVANCE, TIMMINS, ONTARIO ELOQUENT ADDRESSES A1 SCHUMACKER ANNIVERSARY Rov. J. D. Parks, of North Bay, Welâ€" comed to Camp by Hosts of Old Friends. Other â€" Interesting ‘tems of News from Schuâ€" macher Correspondent. to The Advancs ”Mrs. H. R. Tester and daughter of Toronto, are visiting at the home of J. O‘Donnell, Second avenue. Mr. and Mrs. H. Bilson, of Timmins, have moved to Schumacher, and taken up residence on 38 Railroad strest. The anniversary services at the Unitâ€" ed Church Sunday in charge of the Rev. J. D. Parks, were well attended. In the morning the subject was "The sacredness of Money," which made very impressive and instructive topic the way it was so ably dealt with by Rev Mr. Parks. In the evening Mr. the way it was so ably dealt with by Rev Mr. Parks. In the evening Mr. Parks took for his subject, "Bridges With Hinges," which made fitting lesâ€" son on moderm times, individual and national. The church was filed to capacity, some being turned away.unâ€" able to obtain standing room and anyâ€" me missing these eloquent services might well regret it. On Monday night the anniversary <ervices were continued in charge of ‘he Schumacher Male Voice Choir, the programme fiurnished being pleasure! to listen to. â€" Programme:â€"part song. "Jolly Roger," by the choir; Mr. C. Roâ€" berts, Sr.,. a tenor solo; "Kentucky Hiome," by the choir; quartette by Messrs Roberts, Thompson, Skelly, Granvill; baritone sol>, by Mr. H. Parâ€" nell; "Comrades‘ Song of Hope," by the choir; duet, Messrs Roberts and Skelly; address by the Rev. J. D. Parks, "Loftâ€" Overs," humcrous and inspiring;, bass solo by Mr. Skelly; quartette, "Drink to Mz Only‘ with Thine Eyes"; "Old Black Joe," by the choir; organ SsOlo, Mr. W. H. Wilson; part song, by the choir "Martyrs of the Arena"; an adâ€" dress by the chairman, Rev. Mr. Sumâ€" merell The concert was brought to a close by singing "God Save the King."~ Mrs. MacDonald, of Toronto, is a visiâ€" tor at the home of Mrs. Adamson. _ Mrs. C. Ward left yesterday for a holiday at Englehart and Elk Lake. The card party and dance under the auspices of the Firemen was a suctcess socially as well as financially. Prizes for bridge were: ladies, first, Mrs. W. J. Mackay; ladies, second, Miss Mary Byrnes; consolation, Mrs. George Webâ€" ber; gentlemen, first, bridge, Mr. P. E. Cooper; second, Mr. I. A. Solomon; whist; ladies, first, Mrs. F. E. Armâ€" strong; ladies, second, Mrs. J. G. Harâ€" ris; gentlemen, whist, first, Mr. J. W. Phillins; second, G. Phillips; euchre, ladies, first, Mrs. George Proulx; s2â€" cond, Miss Nora Dillion; gentlemen, Ira Fraser, first; Lew Bredrick, second. ‘It is hoped the Firemen will not forget Schumacher, November 19th. Spscial to put on another one of these popular evenings in the near future. Mrs. Jarrett, of Toronto, is visiting her daughter here, Mrs. E. Pooley, Third avenue. The many friends of Mr. and Mrs. Frank Wills are pleased to see him back in the camp again after an extended visit in England. Bornâ€"November 18th, 1930, to M: and Mrs. Bannick, Second avenueâ€" The Roev. Mr. Summerell returnsd C anada is honoredâ€"and delightedâ€"by the visit to the Dominion of the children of His Majesty‘s Savoy Chape! Choir, composed of twelve boy sopranos, the pick of England‘s best youthful singers, all of them under sixteen years of age. It is the first occasion in the 700â€" year history of the Chapel that a King of England has given perrmaisâ€" mission to the children of the choir to leave Great Britain. . They will take part in the Christmas Festival to be held this year at Lucerneâ€"inâ€"Quebec, and they will also give a recital at the Royal York Hotel, Toronto, December 23. Those who associate the choir with strictly church music will get a surprise, for programmes to be renâ€" dered by the boys include not only this type of music but also some of the best known of secular songs, glees and part songs, presented in solo, trio or choral form. When they sing ‘church music they aro garbed in scarlet and gold costumes surmounted by the quaint Tudor ruff, exactly as they appear upon festival in London. They come to Canada as representatives of an institution which typifies the best traditions of choral singing in. a country where choral singing is unexcelled in any part of the world. "His Majesty‘s Choir Children" to Sing (By Bedell Hamilton, CGontly the snowflakes sifted in \ Through the chinks in the wall of the cld csalbin 'And here, next the office of C.LL. Thoere fAitted a ghost in an oyster shell. Tt tried to make frisnds with the lumps of coal But they were all foreign and lacking in soul, So the "Blue Point" ghoqt, lay down in despuair A salty heap in the frozan air. 1 "What‘s dat I hear mak‘ ncoiso en haut?" Came the voice of a "Malpeque" down below; The "Blue Point" ghost jumped from its shell At this watery sound from the depths of Hell, "I was an oyster once," it replied, "How soon do yvou expect highâ€"tide?" "Parbleu! you crazy for ta‘k comme ca Ths sea, she‘s mebbe dix mille arpents; Dat‘s tree, faur months since I leave aere But whare you liv ‘fora you come here "My family lived in Maine till the fall Then we left for Gatehouse‘s, Montreal Refore my grandad "crossed the bar." At Panze‘s, he said, "You‘ll so far, My boy. but little did I know My fate lay in this land of/ snow." For a moment "Malpequs" did not But wiped a tear from its coalâ€" eye. "Sacre! dats jus‘ ds same lak me T come here wid ma familes Nine honder tirty, I tink we weri We caome in barrel, par chemin de For wan beeg feast, sha‘s geoev by With beaucoup "Grande Chabli tap. ‘The "Blue Point‘s" face cracked into 2 smile Which shook some coal down off the pile. It‘s worth your while to come this far Just to hear the jokes in that oyster bar, And to see the miners smack their lips And homeward roll like ladened ships, After many a glass and warm handâ€" wouldn‘t you? Than have to be boiled for oyster stew." shake." And the phantoms laughed till their sides did ache: "I‘d soiner be swallowed with wine, But nothing burns like an oyster shell, And late that night at the C.LL. Their crackling mirth could be heard afar As they burnt in.the stove by the oyâ€" Toronto Mail and Empire:â€""Quite a time has elapsed since the world had a major poem from Mr. Rudyard Kipâ€" ling. Judging from the cable disâ€" patches, his metrical attack upon the Ramsay MacDonald Government for its action regarding the decoration of soldiers‘ cenotaphs is a biting indictâ€" ment. No post of this generation has a more mordant pen than the man who a generation since wrote of "flanneled fools at the wicket, muddied oafs at the bat." Mconday night=«from North Bay, where he took charge of the United Church service Sunday, during Mr. Parks‘ visit here. The Ovster‘s Dirge ster bar ho