CHILDREN IN THE ARCTIC

Evening Star, Issue 22526, 19 December 1936, Page 7

CHILDREN IN THE ARCTIC

Canada’s youngest Arptio explorer, Ruth Herbert, aged 15 months, has just resumed her journey into the far north. Born at Port Harrison, on the east side of Hudson Bay, little Ruth made a brief visit into civilisation, and is now again northward bound, but this time nearer to the North Pole. Her destination is Pangnirtung,. Baffin Land, where her parents, the Rev. A. C. and Mrs .Herbert, are going to take over the Anglican Mission. Pangnirtung will have two other small discoverers of the Arctic sailing there with Ruth on R.M.S. Nascopie Priscilla Orford, aged eight, and Rosslyn, aged five, are going to Pangnirtung with their parents, Dr . and Mrs Orford, of Markham, Ontario. Dr .Orford will' take over the Government hospital at Pangnirtung. The nurse in charge at Pangnirtung will be Miss Florence Giles, of Toronto, a_ young graduate of St. Joseph’s Hospital, taking her first important appointment. Missionary, doctor, and nurse are making their first visit to Pangnirtung. Mr Herbert knows the north and some of the Eskimo tongue. Dr Orford and Miss Giles have never been in the Arctic before. / The Orford children are romping all over Chesterfield Inlet, and have made their first Eskimo acquaintances. See-too-wak, the elderly little Eskimo woman at Df Livingstone’s residence, Hudson Bay, smiled at them until her face'disappeared in a map of wrinkles and her blue tattoo marks disappeared entirely. Shee-i-yuk, another Eslsirao of great age, also sat and .smiled at the children.

Pants Pressed?—"Have you ever appeared as a witness before? ” , “Yes, your honour.” I “In what suit ? ” j “My blue serge.'” I ' * • • * I Poker.—“My husband won » thousand dollars at .poker the other night and he split with me.” j “He gave you half ? ” : “ No, he took bis thousand and left! ■ Diary. Can’t go .huntin’.” ■■ _ . “ December 27. —Still snowin’. Can’t 'go huntin’.” ’ _ , 1 December 28—Still snowin’. Shot grandipa.” . » • Children.—Dickie, aged five, was having great difficulty in learning to skate. Again and again his feet went out from under and ho fell, only to pick himself up and try again. Finally a little girl who was watching said, “Oh, Dickie! I can skate better than you can.” “That’s , all-right,” said the boy, philosophically, “I’ll bet -you mind falling more than I do, too. I, * - * • Ad Lib.—“l would advise you, madam,” instructed the doctor. “to take frequent baths, get plenty of fresh air and dress in cool clothes.” “What did the doctor sav?” inquired the husband an hour later. “He said I ought to go to Atlantic City and then to' the mountains,” related. the wife. ■ “ Also that I must* get some new light gowns at once.” '** * . * Agreement with Reservations.—An old Southern planter, was discussing the hereafter with- one. of the coloured servants: . : “ Sam,” he said,, “ if 'you die first, I want, you to come back and tell me 1 what it’s like over there! .If l die first, I’ll coine back, and tell you what it’s like.” Dat suits me, massa,” replied the old negro, “ but if you dies first, Ah wants you to promise me dat you’ll come back in de daytime;” •. t * - Rest in Peace.—A party of j sailors were being shown over the cathedral by a guide. “ Behind, the altar,” he told them, “ lies Richard tlx© Second. ; In the churchyard lies Mary Queen of Scots; also Henry. the Eighth. And'who,” he demanded, halting , above an unmarked flagstone, “who do you think is a-lying ’ere? ” “ Well,” , answered a salt, “ I don’t know for sure, but I have my suspicions.” # # , T Fair Enough.—The defence attorney was cross-examining witness. Said wit- , ness was a fetching blonde with two lovely big blue eyes. The lawyer leaned forward. “Where were you,’ he thundered, “on Monday night? ” The blonde smiled sweetly. “Automobile riding,” she replied. “ And where were you,” bellowed the lawyer, “on Tuesday night?” “Automobile riding, repeated the beautiful blonde. , , The lawyer leaned still closer. “ And what,” he murmured, “ are you doing to-morrow night? ” The prosecuting attorney leaped from bis chair. . T “ Tour Honour, 5 he protested, 1 object to that question! ” The judge, a tolerant gentleman, shrugged his shoulders. . “And why do'you object? he inquired mildly. The prosecuting attorney drew himself up in righteous indignation. .“Because,”-he snapped, I asked her first! ”