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T hursday, Decembe1 ‘edar Street and Second Avenue The management and our entire staff join in wishing you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. We sincerely hope that we may continue to serve you throughout ' the Coming Year. LADY LAURIER HOTE}L NOwW UNDER NEW MANAGEMENT Timmins (@ (By Archibald Sullivan) Out on the endless purple hills, in the clasp of somber nigh The shepherds guarded their w onesâ€" Guarded their fAocks of snowy white That like a snowdrift in silence lay, Save one lLttle lamb with its fleece of Out on the hillside all alone, Gazing afar with sleepless eyes, The little gray lamb prayed soft and Its weary face to the starry skies; "O moon of the heavens, so fair bright. Give me No answer canre from the dome of blue, Nor comfort lurked in the cypress trees; + But fairt came a whisper borne along On the scented wings of the passing breeze, "Little gray lamb, that prays this night, I cannot give thee a fleece of white." Then she little gray lamb of the sleepâ€" less eyes Prayed to the cloucls for a coat of snow, Asked of the roses, besought the woods, But each gave answer, soft and low "Little gray lamb that prays this night, We cannot give thee a fleece of white". Came softly stealing the clouds beâ€" ween A â€" wonderful star, which brighter grew Uniil it famed like the sun of day Over the place where Jesus lay. Fre hushed were the angels‘ notes ol praise, The joyful shepherds had quickly sped Past rocks and shadow, adown the hill, To kneel at the Saviour‘s lowly bed; While, like the spirits of phantom night, Followed their flocksâ€"their flocks of white. And patiently, longingly, out of the night, Apart from the othersâ€"far apart, Apart from the othersâ€"far apart, Came limping and sorrowful â€" al aloneâ€" The little gray lamb of the weary heart Murmuring: "I must hide far away I am not worthyâ€"my fleece is gray." And the Christ Child looked upon humbled pride, At kings bent low on the earthen floor, But gazed beyond at the saddened heart Of the little gray lamb at the open And laid his hand on its wrinkled face, While Kings drew golden robes aside To give the weary one a place. And the fleece of the little gray lamb was blessed, For lo! it was whiter than all the rest! . door, And he called it up to His manger low In many cathedrals grand and dim, Whose windows glimmer with pane and lens, ‘Mid the odor of incense raised in prayer, Hallowed about with last amens, The infant Saviour is pictured fair, wWith kneeling Magi, wise and old ; But His baby hand restsâ€"not on the gifts, The myrrh, the frankincense, the gold But on the head, with a heavenly lightâ€" Of the little gray lamb that was changâ€" ed to white. To see You, painted by those mighty meéen _ Whose magic still outlasts the cynic vears. One might suppose You alwa] ‘ a lad Shadowed by grief and tears For rarely do they smile, those haloed Chrisis, While Mary has a look of lonely pain; The shepherds, too, seem sorrowful, as though Their King were born in vain. YÂ¥et You were young and fair in old Judea, You knew the sharp delight of wind and sun, Any boyish games to play and sleep at night When play and work were done. Your little world was big with mortai joys: You loved your maher‘s oval, olive face, Her voice, her laugh, the arms held you close In passionate embrace. And how You loved the silly, tumâ€" bling lambs, And John, the eager boy beside You there, Who helped You find bright blossoms in the spring To bind in Mary‘s heir! â€"FElizabeth Newport Hepburn. North Bay Nugget: It doesn‘t make sense . . . that there are better times to come in which we shall look back at these good old days. The Little Grey Lamb The Little Christ THE PORCUPINE ADVANCE, TTMMINS, ONTARIO white dark, an ocean pearl from its bed of blue, cem unlocked from a casket suppose You always sad a ffeece of r1at Most Beautiful of the Christmas Hymans caim and all was side the tiny chu: Salzburg, Franz C but calm when t day before Christ gan was brok>n. And â€" weather was anyuhing but raging blizzard cutting ofl of getting repairs from the ing village and all his hope the elaborate Christmas m practiced for so long a tin ately che organist rushed Mohr. the assistant priest, him to wri‘te something so The Story of the Writing of "MBilent Night." (From Leanington Post and News) Because an organ broke down, and a blizzard broke out in a little village high up in the Tyrolese Mountains over a century ago, we have today che beauâ€" tiful Christmas hymn, "Silent Night." This serene hymn, so tranguill in tone. it could be sung withow even ons rehearsal. That evening Father Mohr, returning late from administering the last rites to a dying woman, paused in the snowy heights overlooking the town and fell to musing. The blizzard was ended. Only a faint light glimmered from the dark outline of the village. Over all was the vast stillness of Naâ€" ture on a winter evening. I. occurred to him suddenly that it must have been much like this upon that holy night in Bethlehem. Tremendcusly moved, he hurried home and wrote the verses of what we now call Silent Night. Franz Gruber set them to an unpretentious melody thats could be played with a few cords on a that midâ€" night the congrogation listened to the first playing of Silent Nighs. The members listened placidly, thinking only thas it was a "nice enough little piece," never dreaming that they were listenâ€" ing to one of the greatest Christmas hymns ever to be written. Nor did Franz Gruber himself think it any more than thast, when days later he happened to play it again, merely to test ow the organ. But the listening repair man from nearâ€"by Zillerthal was so imâ€" pressed by its quiet beauty that he askâ€" ed for a copy of it to take home with him. And so, on the tongues of the famous Zillerthal singers and yodelers, Silent Night started its way around the world. (On Christmas Eve in 1936, the origin of Silent Night was reâ€"enactâ€" edâ€" in part for radio listeners. From Hallein, a village near Salzburg, Ausâ€" tria, the hymn was sung with feeling by Felix Gruber, using his greatâ€"grandâ€" father‘s original guitar). Composed to be sung only onceâ€"in an emergencyâ€" by a hum‘ole villagse choir, this hymn has lived through the years, to be sung by the most celebrated artists of every land. The beloved voice of the late Madame Schumannâ€"Heink glorified it over the air each Christmas Eve for many years. The radio artissry of "Cavalcade of America" has dramatizâ€" ed its modest birth from coast to coast. The homespun charm of Zona Gale‘s writing has graced it in her unforgetâ€" table short story, "A Great Tree." Very truly did the lit‘le old lady of her Friendship Village remark in that story "Ain‘t it funny how big things work out by homely means . . . by homely means!" The Bells! The Bells of Christma Their chime is everywhereâ€" They ring us in Now God be praised for Christmas! For Christmas everywhere! Midst strain and stress And weariness And moaning of despair, Midst all our woes The Christ Child Goesâ€" We Bless Him unaware. Yhey rng us In From swrife and din And Horrors gaunt and bare To joys and ways Of other days When life was kind and fair. Che refugees, Jew Czechosloakia Poland, who knock, "God All the 18 wWT Ah. do nc I am the Voice of cshe Saviour, Crucified anew. Has the world forgotten, ceased to ca That Christ was born a Jew? I am the Voice of the voiceless, Will no one heed their cry? Stripped bare of hope and home and loveâ€" We dare not let them die! eâ€" face am th Of thi im tnhe M { all who sadly weep ‘ bread which is now denied If ve love Me, feed My sheep natior sC6 hC the hundt k Jewish _ Sanctuary winter evening. I occurred denly that it must have been this upon that holy night in Tremendcusly moved, he kia, CGeéermany, A o0 scand at our d hath made of _ of men for to c f the earth."â€"Ac Joice of the voice d all his hopes of playing Christmas music he had so long a time. Desperâ€" anist rushed to Joseph lstant priest, and begged something so simple that sung withow even ons iat evening Father Mohr, ‘ from administering the dying woman, paused in gshi‘s overlooking the town using. The blizzard was a faint light glimmered C 1en«ilV REFUGEES CLARA BERNHARDT na Mountains ove iave today che beau ‘mn, "Silent Night. so tranquil in tone dlvy when all was no het ind ibe Emma Lorne Duff he hungtry of thousand otherwise, 1 1y. Austria igNut. â€" FICOT, Arnsdorf. n ‘e that his orâ€" 1 outside, the it bright, with off all chances ‘he neighbourâ€" voICce was any vered o ed mluite i w YTI, near inyvthing one StrIia acor 11L on D () in 12em 1€ lal? 320 20 20 20 20 20 30 20 a0 a0 0 A0 30 AC 3 nA TR C KZ e L Ne NE SE HE ELKE 10 Balsam St. North 13A Pine Street North PORCUPINE CREDTIT AsSOCJIATION 86 Pine Street South HILLâ€"CLARKâ€"FRANCIS LIMITED May the joy of successful achievement be yours for this Merry Christmas and thmuqhout the many months of the Newâ€" Year. SIMMS, HOOKER DREW There are so many ways that we could express our best wishes that we find it hard to do it at all . .. but the best way after all . . . is just an old fashionedâ€" Merry Christmas. ' To our everâ€"widening circle we are especially grateful We wish to extend to you Greetings and Good Will and Health and Prosperity be y« Coming Year. May your heart be as light as the snowflakes whirling round the roof tops, and as warm and merry as the ruddy glow of the firelight in the hearth. REAL ESTATE AND INSURANCH Phone 41000 # % t# ‘ a 1 L \. t \_ ' ' 5\ ' . t .’ ‘ Phone 270 of friends this year. Christmas 1 may Good ours in the Christmas Section Ti 1 1 n Timmins Timmins Timmins