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LG ggggggggfijgfijfi) ggy Thursday, Dec. 18th, 1930 ammmmmrmmmmmmmmg Corner Third Avenue and Cedar Street N., Timmins 1 Cedar Street North Hamilton Block, cor. Cedar North and Third Avenue 11 Third Avenue F. W. WOOLWORTH CO» LIMI_TEI_) VENETIAN SWEETS TEA ROOM WW To our many friends and patrons we hereby broadcast greetings of the holiday season. May the glad year you have given through your patronage be returned to you in the form of a glorious Christmas. A fine rollicking Christmas! And bounteous days to follow; All this and more we Wish you. Here’s to a Christmas Day so happy as to cast a beam of sunlight over your entire year. DRY CLEANING AND PRESSING HIGH-CLASS TAILORING '. T. MONTGOMERY NEOEL‘ ELLIES BROS. gum is Timmins Timmins f; gg§ THE PORCUPINE ADVANCE, TIMMINS, ONTARIO It was eveningâ€"Christmas eveâ€"and the night gave promise of an early snow. The street lights, placed at an occasional corner, only intensified the miserable surroundings and made sharper the contrast with the avenue above. Here, indeed, dwelt the poor: the problems of the city. Through these poor surroundings â€" her play- ground in the summer daysâ€"the For- gotten Child dragged her weary feet. All the long afternoon she had followed the crowds before the big stores many blocks away and, with pinched face against the cold glass of the great win- dows, feasted her eyes on the wonderâ€" ful dreamland of toys. Even now as she stumbled along she could close her eyes and glimpse that fairyland. Beau- tiful dollies, with eyes that Opened and shut, and long golden hair; little beds where their mammas might put them to s‘eep; wonderful dishes, with pretty flowers painted on them; real tables and ever so cunning chairs, hats and dresses, and even furs like the rich ladies woreâ€"was there anything lackâ€" ing! Oh, it. all passed before her in a most bewildering array, and with it the sparkle and gli;tei~cf Christmas trees. May There be None Such in All This Written Many Years Ago This Poem v.“ District at Th]; Joyous Christmas- Retains Its Popularity and Still ~ tideâ€"The Festival for All Makes Appeal to Young and (‘- Children. Old at Christmas Time. ‘5; Christmas is the children’s festival The child that has no Christmas. that misses the anticipation of the days be- fore Christmas, the joy of Christmas Day, and the pleasure of the days after Christmas, has in one way or another been defrauded of what may be termed the right of childhood. It is too sadly true that for some children here and there, no Christmas Day arises. For these childrenâ€"“the children that Santa Claus forgets," as a poor little family of waits once describ- ed themselvesâ€"Christmas Day is not like other days, for it is a day of sad memories and of heartbreak. Around them they see all the other youngsters that taste a special joy in Christmas, while they are forgotten, neglected, set apart in pathetic way from other youngsters. Below is given the story of “The Forgotten Child.” Let there be no forgotten child in this camp this winter. Remember the forgotten child! Search out the “child that Santa Claus forgets” and see that Christmas comes too for that helpless youngster. There is no question of expense in the matter. A ten cent article is as greatly prized as a ten dollar one. The youngsters do not count the price, but the fact that they are no forgotten. It is the joy of he unexpectedâ€"the surprise â€" that makes the gift so treasured tor the child. The little cost will bring you profit an hundred fold if you but prompt some child to say from a grateful heartzâ€"“This Christmas, good Santa Claus remembered me!" REMEMBER AI BHRISIMAS “mam EEEEEE EEEISEEEEs gs “IHE EEEEEEEEEE EEEEE IS EEEEE EHEEsEMEs EEEM: ‘E Santa 'Claus. too, she had seen. She had even vantm ed to touch his shaggy fur coat as he pa assezi b" her on the ctreet. How her heart had thumped as did so. She w "ndercd if he had zeard her whispered prayerâ€"for a. dcl iy just a very cheap! dolly; one he would never miss surely. Of course she had little hope that he had heard. Her mamma had said, only a day ago, that it seemed God had forgotten themâ€"so Santa must have forgotten too. Se she came to the door of the tene- ments. She pushed open the door and entered a room. An oil lamp feebly revealed its interior. The walls were cracked and only a few piece of bat- tered furniture relieved their barren- ness. But, withal, the place was clean. A woman was seated at a table, her hands folded in her lap and her body relaxed with a great weariness. From morning she had laboured for this “home” and the child, and she was very, very tired. To her the Child went, without words. The woman stooped kissed her and pressed her close, with arms that had a convulsive tremour in them. Later she placed a plate before herâ€"a few scraps of cold meat and a piece of bread. There was nothing more in the house. Do you kn’ow a child anyway near here that Santa Claus may forget? If So, you will bring rare joy to the child and great delight to yourself as well, if you remember the youngster on be- half of the season's saint. Here is the sad story child:â€" The Forgotten Child The place where the Forgotten Child lived was a. place of poverty. The buildings were grimy. weather-beategi structures. The streets thereaboutsâ€" if streets they might be calledâ€"were roughly paved. Little puddles of brackish water, half frozen over, lay about, and all around were mounds of dirt and refuse. Her scanty meal finished. the Child slowly undressed. Her thoughts were long. long thoughts. Dimly she under- stood the burden of life and through silence strove to share it. When she was quite ready for bed she timidly placed «one stocking across the foot- boardâ€"perhaps Santa. woud remember. after elkâ€"and then drew the ragged coverlid about her. Christmas day dawned bright and clear. Out in the city all was cheer and happiness. Little. remembered children scampered from their soft, white beds and. with laugh and shout. brought forth the treasum of their well-filled stockings. But as the morn- ing light streamed into the face of the 7â€"..-4 o-uo â€"â€"°â€"_v _ -V Forgotten Child and she slowly upened her eyes. there was no treasure trove to meet their expectancy. Only an empty stocking and a ccld and barren room. The broken heart c! a little child. And in the cityâ€"the thsughhess city ft lighté and such truly make-be of the :orgoLten .eve For three generations the poem, “The Night Before ChriStmas,” has kept and increased its pOpularity. Young and old seem to like this poem and it is a favourite for reading at Christmas en- tertainments. It seems to hold the spirit of Christmas and so delights all each year as the season comes along. Last year The Advance had a request that it be published in these columns but the request was received too late for publication before Christmast, 1929. so as there has been more than one request this year, the poem is being given herewith:â€" The Night Before Christmas (By Clement C. Moore, LL.D.) ’Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chim- ney 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 rose 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 a lustre of mid-day to objects below, When what to my wondering eyes should appear But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny 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 Vixon! On; Comet, on Cupid, on! Donder and Blitzen, To the top of the porch, to the top of Now, dash away, dash away, dash away 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 full of toys, and St. Nicholas too. And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each Little hoofâ€" As I drew in my head and was turning around, Down the chimmv St. Nicholas came with a. bcund. O a: ‘ 63‘ A bundle of back, And he look ed‘ ikea mddler just open‘ ing h 3 pack. His eyes, how they twinkled! His dim- ples, how merry! His checks were like roses, his nose like cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the heard of his chin was as white as the snow; The stump of a pipe he held tight in his 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" bowl full of jelly. 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 He Was dressed all 1' head to his fast A Wink of head to dread; He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings. then turn- ed with a jerk, And Laying his finger aside of his nose, . ‘ And giving a nod, up the chimney he Soon gave to d] rose; , He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a. whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim ere he drove (‘3 out of sight, I; “Happy Ch1_'ist.m_a:~: to all, and to all g“ May all your life Be full of joy and good, As Porcupine is fun Of Gold Throughout its Length,â€" And that is plenty! â€"a thousand hearts that might have fl grown tender with sympathy, had: they ,9 but. known! But. in the mom the For- g gotten Child and an empty stocking! e) a. good night." 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