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Thursday, December 23rd, 1937 SE SP L. SP, SP, S AL, SL L APLSL, SP SAE LN NNR DL D D LDILDIDID P P Pz Thanking you for the confidence you have placed in us during the past, we wish you A Merry Christmas and a ' Happy New Year to our many friends and customers! Preparing for Christmas Christmas Eve arrived and a bunch of us innocent sailors put our heads toâ€" gether to enliven matters on board. With a little bribary we were able to procure half a dozen bugles and two Well, I can recall one special Christâ€" mas pollification on board HMS. Alâ€" bemarle in 1917. We were taken off Dover Patrol and drafted to HMS. Albemarle lying off Devonport. to await drafting to Queenston patrol, Ireland. neirg good boys by overstaying leave ashore. We happened to arrive for Christmas and we are anchored offâ€"shore. Our eave had been suspended on account of Dear Sir:â€"An oldâ€"time Navy man asked me if I could revive some yarns of days of yore, that is to say, a Christâ€" mas varn. Timmins, Ont., Dec. 20th, 1937 To the Editor of The Advance, Timmins. Christmas Aboard H.M.S. Albemarle Yet toâ€"night had held for me All for which my spirit longs: Little children at my knee Chanting me their joys and wrongsâ€" Al were mine had I not given To my land a hundred songs. socal Sailor Gives Amusing Account of One OldTime Christmas Day. Every whiff of evergreen On the scented air Tells my heart what might have been Had a word been fair: Twenty winters old toâ€"night Is my soul‘s despair. Patter, patter ‘round the world, From the carly dawn Children‘s feet will tramp my heart Til this day is goneâ€" All last night their diamond eyes Through my dreaming shone. Christmas Dinner | at Child‘s THE PORCUPINE ADVANCE, TIMMINS, ONTARIO South Porcupine (By Wilsor MacDonald) : 1i |) amememe (. 1 anmmmmens i1 | omm M }J anmmmaie (| |J (| i) merchantâ€"man: s your evergreen; OJ en 1 i) i) esmm ) es (i i) cumtes 1 00 The oldest name for Christmas is "The Feast of Lights" in remembrance of the lighted heavens in which the angels appeared on the first Christmas Day And who but listened?â€"till was paid Respect to every inmate‘s claim, The greeting given, the music played In honour of each household name. Duly pronounced with lusty call. A merry Christmas wished to all. Through hill and valley eve Had sunk to rest with fo Keen was the air, but Nor check the music of : So stout and hardy were t That seraped the cords wit hand. (by William Wordsworth) The minstrels played their Christmas tune s Toâ€"night beneath my cottageâ€"eaves : While smitten by a lofty moon, The encircling laurels thick with leaves Gave back a rich and dazzling sheen, That overpowered their natural rgreen. Some may think the bunch were pickled that night. I hardly think so. Of course, I do not know for sure, beâ€" cause I was there myself. I remember we some of us drank Lord Nelson‘s health before our bugle parade. On my part I figure that boat must have been rocking. Well, Mr. Editor! Cherrio! This is all, except to say that some of those sailor lads who commemoratâ€" ed Christmas Day, 1917, are fast asleep beneath the wave till the sea gives up its dead. So I figure they deserved that one Christmas Eve jollification. They‘ll be a long time dead. Come! Men of Britain in your strength! Come! British women in your beauty! Our flag unfurled throughout the world Teilis us our lads have done their duty! So iet us shout like this ring out, ‘‘We, too, will do our duty!" Yours truly, Harry Nichols, mservice No. 2646, Volunteer Reserve. Blow the Man Down! So, we all returned to our mess, sing ing:â€"‘"Heigho, Blow the Man Down! the engine room and swiped some picked oakum. When we returned to our fellow conspirators we tossed up to decide who should be Santa Claus. There were no volunteers. The lot fell to a tall sailor. We goi some wire and by threading the oakum on it, we manufactured a red whisker that would have gladdened the heart of Bernard Shaw, when he was a young Irishman. No Whitewash in the Navy One sailor suggested that we use whitewash on the oakum to make the whiskers look _ proverbially â€" Santaâ€" Clausy, but that motion failed. Sloppy Weather Then we fell in, two deep, with a joyâ€" ful toot of bugles and a triumphant roll of drums. We stopped outside the galâ€" ley to cheer up the cooks on middle watch, but as we brightly sang, ‘"Hail, Smiling Morn!" somebody dumped the "Rosy" (slop pail) over us. In the "Rattle Nothing dismayed, we fell in again and marched to the officers‘ quarters. But it seems that the din of bugles and drums had advised our coming only too well. As a consequence we had the "Jaunty" and the Corporal of the Gangway waitirg for us. We all got shoved into the "Rattle" for the eveâ€" ning. But next morning, Christmas Day, we were released with a "caution" not to exceed our commemoration of Christmas, or we would be picking oakum, instead of wearing it as whisâ€" kers for Santa. come. We declined his kind offer. I told him to forward a few to the Kaiser. Red Whiskers for Santa Now, having failed to procure white whiskers for Santa, we dived down to _ UL «CUUISE, w borrow we swiped for the Ccasion. drums. Of course Christmas Kapuskasing rgggggggfiggggggggfim50 m ry bree ged wi Christmas Section