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poarmzrer m s s T e A Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year damwwwwmwmmmmmmg B e ces ce sn e wre se t vinuinun un un un ueun us ue ue uen m ce fes: oA e in ie + s Avenne Sclmmacher DISTRICT SERVICI*E LIMITED Schumacher Rd. Tlmmms e e ~â€" Phone 880 take this opportunity of thanking the public for kindness, coâ€"operation and goodwill during the year, and very sincerely to wish one and all Timmins Fire Department The Chief and Members Hearty Good Wishes for A JOYOUS CHRISTMAS > ~â€" and,2 j HAPPY NEW YEAR Wishing you Sincerely â€" A Merry Christmas and . A Happy New Year Zoo. he heard _ "Objection", said the lawyer for the a crackâ€"voiced court attendent shout defence, interrupting his doodling on "Everybody rise!" For that meant, of a scratchâ€"pad. F ecurse, the Judge was coming out of "Objection noted," proclaimed the "This prisoner," the latter was proâ€" claiming, "is an imposter. . He‘s more an imposter; he‘s an absurcdity. And for the good of the people I want him abolished. I want him done away with, just as we‘veâ€"done away with . witchâ€"craft and miracleâ€"mongering. I ‘ speak, Sir, for Science and Truth And before we can progress into . perâ€" fect statehood we. must aboIiSh these ‘â€" foolish old myths that are an,. ‘Affront to reason and a confusion to. the mind _ of youth." "Objection,‘" casually announced the prisoner‘s attorney as he succqued in _ balancing his third pencil on the ink- well cover. "Objection denied barked back the cld greyâ€"beard, on the bench. ~ _‘‘This scoundrel," proceeded the proâ€" secutor, directing a long and bony prisoner is fraudulent in ‘the way in against the penes, and piled up about which he ‘presents it. Even his plectet cutside walls, and grew deeper and 'Aofabodeistmudmmt He contended, > deeper, until the room darkened and Iumstand,thathishmemm<mmshedmmhmmuon- t‘the mmntlym f R ammmmamtm ottheNorthm MMMM evu. sys â€"if he ever had anyâ€"but has also blocked the highway to progress. He is pagan in ancestry and pagan in spirit. We know, gentlemen, that in this enâ€" lightened age we never get anything for nothing. We know all. life is struggle and combat, and to the victor belongs the suoils Yet this old teâ€", ceiver claimed to give us things for nothing. He seeks to delude our chilâ€" acles can be brought about in this workaday world of ours.â€" That claim is not only fraudulent, but this ruddy prisoner is fraudulent in the way in which he ‘presents it.> BEven ‘his plece of abode is fraudlueut Ha contended, struggle and combat, and to the victor belongs the suoils. Yet this old deâ€" ceiver claimed to give us things for nothing. He seeks to delude our cnilâ€" dren with the contention that for on day in the year the ironâ€"clad. laws uf commerce and competition can be «isâ€" pensed with. He keeps youth creduâ€" lous z2end softâ€"hearted when â€"they lous eand softâ€"hearted when they should be practicalâ€"minded and satisâ€" fied with an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth On his one crazy day in a year of reason, he says, the laws of give and take can be abrogated arid things can come to us uneared. He claims, in other words, that inirâ€" And those court proceedings obâ€" viously cught to be paid some attention to, the prisoner realized, for the proseâ€" cuting attorney was already on his feet but he was talking about the prisoner, and talking about him in a way which very promptly gave that :prisoner goose flesh. And the attorney for the defence, as the tirade went on, merely leaned back and laughed at the way the Prosecuttor‘s Adam‘s apple went up and down with a three-incn plque That lawvyer, the Big . Policeman downstairs had said, was just the man for him. He‘d never lost a case. On the other hand, he‘d never won a. case, fcr the simple reason. that he always got them so mixed up they never came Santa Claus, as he shifted in his seat, wished there had been a few chilâ€" dren about. He seemed to ‘get along better with children.. His earlier imâ€" pression that he wasn‘t among friends deepened as he turned and stndied tiaie jury. He had really hoped. for a diiâ€" ferent sort af jury, one that could give a chuckle now and then and whisper behind their hands and nudge neighâ€" boring ribs, and perhaps make a spitâ€" ball or two, and wonder how you wound up Exhibit A on the prosécutor‘s table and whether the red paint on Exhibit B had the adorable péinty smell all Noah‘s Arks cught to have. But the twelve good men ‘and true on this jury impressed him as twe‘lve driedâ€"up old prunes who wouldn‘t know anything more about putting a toy airplane together than they‘d know about spinning a musical top. He didn‘t like the enmity in their rheumy old eves when they blinked down . at the Christmas Tree, marked Exhibit X. And Santa Claus wasn‘t used to enâ€" mity.. He didn‘t thrive on it. Those twelve jurors, in fact, looked so mucn like twelve old owls blinking solmnly down on a blighted world that he was glad to turn away and let his eyes rest on the counsel who‘d beenâ€" assigned to defend him. to an end. He was invariably adâ€" dressed as Mr. Folly Faith. But he too was plainly too old for his jOob. And the prisoner was further disturbed by his learned counsel, who, instead Of paying attention to the court proceâ€" dure, occupied himself by shooting paper wads with an elastic band and trying to balance three pencils on an inkwell. * But the ‘prisoner at the bar, as he mopped a broad red face with his rabâ€" bitâ€"fringed sleeve, was a trifie disâ€" appointed about the Judge, whom the Crown Attorney absentâ€"mindedly adâ€" dressed as Father Time. For that Judge seemed a bit too old for his,job. He looked as though he hadn‘t cracked a smile for a half a century His glance, it‘s true, was sharp as a weaâ€" sel‘s, but his shoulders sagged and his face looked tired, as though he had heard too many cases and seen tou many prisoners pass out the side. door with the iron grill and never come back. Nor did the portly figure in turkey red altogether like the appearance Of the Crown Attorney. He too was in old man, hardâ€"eyed and gaunt and lean, with a nutâ€"cracker profile and an eye that told you he‘d be as quick and merciless as a steel trap. His narrow face, in fact, wore an acid smile as he glanced about at the rubicund old the big black chair under Teah 0 m 9t n en o M e figure in red, a smile which said as plain as words: "Well, Old ‘Boy, it won‘t take me long to finish you up. 3f towards the rel," proceeded the proâ€" ng a long and bony the cowering prisoner, outlived his usefulluess rad anyâ€"â€"but has also oi Sat 5 â€""But there are no children about," demurred the Court. "Then we might take a ballot " sugâ€" gested Mr. Folly. But that question remained unanâ€" swered. For the woeâ€"begone prisoner, who had got unsteadily up from his chair, was crossing to the open window, Through it he thrust his two fat arms encased in turkeyâ€"red.. And a tear ran down his plump cheek as he stared out at the wintry sky that had darkened as the afterncon wore away. "Children ," he cried out in a voice tremulous you want hands of the wistful old figure in turâ€" keyâ€"red. Then came more and more. They came in a stream, and then in a cloud.. Some people said, and still say, those wisps of white were slips of paper with "YES" written on them, but other old hard-heads contend they were only ‘especially large snowâ€"flakes. Buit the Big Policeman had to pull down the window, to keep them from "Not here," said the astute Mr Folly. Mr. Folly scratched his bald head in perplexity. "That‘s not an easy quesâ€" tion to answer, you Honor. But TI‘d suggest, under the circumstances, that we let the children decide it." covering the court room fioor. "On what glounds"” he finally de- ‘manded. â€" ‘"Appearances your Honor are someâ€" time deceptive," contended Mr. Folly ‘"This client of mine is mentally a child. He has never grown up. And thcose white whiskers you see are only a disguise, I won‘t go so far as to say he was a trifle off in the upper story. But the foolish old fellow sticks to a forlorn sort of craving for hnappiness. He keeps on believing in good will and all that sort ‘of thing.It‘s a very sad cese. . And instead of cluttering the Calendar this way, he really ought to be handed over to the care of us friends." "Has he any friends?" demanded the Judge. . "Then how are we to know he acâ€" tually has any?" , ‘"That looks like a pretty intelligent Jjury to me," ventured the Judge. _ ~"I‘m not attacking their intelliâ€" gence," said Mr. Folly. "What I‘m criticizing is their age." ‘"‘Fiddlesticks," retorted the Judge. "It‘s no crime to be old. And I can‘t say that client of yours is any spring chicken,." "There‘s something else this old imâ€" poster lays claim to. He contends that while on his brief but incredibly active annual pilgrimage of debauching and paupérizing our rising generation by entering their home midâ€"night by way of the chimney. the chimney, mark you, and under cover of darkness. And that, gentlemen, is as far as I need go. We may not be versed in Norse mythology; but we all know moâ€" dern architecture. So I merely ask you, gentlemen of the jury, to take one good look at this charlatan. Note his ample proportions, his potâ€"belly, his obesity, doubtless due to a life of overâ€"indulgence. All I ask of you is to give him the onceâ€"over and then decide for yourselves if a figure of those dimensions could get down a modern chimney flue!" The Judge who looKed so ominousiy like Father Time sat back on the bench, blinking at a window which a court attendant had opened to cool off the overheated room. "On the grounds," said Mr. Folly as he directed a paper dart towards the jury box "that my client is not being tried before a body of his peers." The Prosecutor took a drink of iceâ€" water and bowed at the murmur of approval that swept through the cour?t room. "But that, gentlemen, is not all. This crafty old imposter not only sucâ€" ceeds in deluding youth, he triumps as well in depraving parenthood itself. He beguiles carelessâ€"minded mothers and fathers in‘o a communion and decepâ€" tion. He makes them active agents in his nefarious enterprizes. He prompts them to perpetuate a tradition that is a blot on this nation of truth lovers. And above and before anything, we must have Truth." It was at this juncture that the blithely infirm Mr. Folly restored to the table of Exhibits the pictureâ€"puzzls he‘d ‘been working over. "If your Honor will permit me," he casually observed, "I am prompted to move for a mistrial." loked like forty winks. "And even here," pursued the Proseâ€" cutor, "I shall not only anticipate bu: I shall elucidate my opponent‘s objecâ€" tion. Why that sled and reindeer, I ask. Simply because, in the mediaeval era of his origin, sled and reindeer stood for the speediest means of transâ€" portation ‘known to semiâ€"civilized man. But we live in a new age, an age of progress, And any selfâ€"appointed pedâ€" dler of unsolicited charities who can‘t today travel oneâ€"tenth as fast as one of our mail planes is no longer entitled to his job." a . "Objection noted," proclaimed the Bench, rousing himself from what emotion t had darkened away. | out in a voice n. "children, do white futtered 1e outstretched Hamilton Block . â€" . . _ .. . Timmins _ $ ces en man en man en en aan n en on on on on enc d gmmmmmmmmaQ:mmmmmmg tj03 andSeeond Ave. S inss We s Ae y n C ie e ow o t PME SA in n n Pnd ns itc d db db ib 0""""“" 460 >%. m P megh ns weet PS CS dn w m s Kikk P91 2436 456 1*299 t IMMINS BUSINESS COLLEGE Our Winter Term Begins January 3rd May all your Christmas Hours be Bright and Happy And the New Year bring you Joy. Greetings for Christmas and Best Wishes for the New Year