Plan Drop Aids
San At Village
Navy and civilian planes and pi
lots aided Santa Claus in bringing
Christmas to the little village of
Old Harbor on Kodiak Island.
A Coast Guard plane flew over
and dropped, via parachute, sacks
of Christmas parcels earmarked
for the children of this fishing vil
r"mi«i«...
Jge last Wednesday. Even the
weather was favorable to the
undertaking, with the sun furnish
ing cleai* visibility.
Every gift was personalized, with
a ehilds name appearing on the
package. Gift bundles were made
up with three or four toys in each.
This whole idea was conceived
back in August of this year, by the
Naval Reserve Unit of the Automo
tive Transportation Company 17-1
mr—i iii i m■■■mi i- . _
j With Cordiai
Goo<l 'Wisln.es
Merry Christnrsu^
KODIAK
SHOPPER
<ls the Christmas bells
ring out to herald the ap
proach of another Yule
tide, we are reminded of
the many pleasant associa
tions enjoyed during the
past year. In appreciation
of your friendships may
we extend our very best
Christmas Wishes.
J
4
j
1
on the Naval Stall a Unit has
a Christmas fund sp- H every year
for a member Ch . party. It
was suggested that this year the
fund be spent to bring happiness
to children at Old Harbor. The
plan was quickly adopted by the
members and the job of collecting
toys, etc was begun. More than 300
were brought together, which the
wives of the Reservists, mended
and readied. Besides the collected
toys, 100 more were purchased
with the party fund.
There are 86 children in Old
Harbor, whose hearts are gladden
ed by this warm gesture on the
part of the Reservists. Old Harbor
is almost due South of Kodiak, and
lies almost at the tip of Sitkalidak
Straits. The gifts flown down by j
the Coast Guard plane were drop-;
ped by parachute, while the gifts 1
flown down by courtesy of Bob
Hall Kodiak Airways Service were
delivered. A Navy Photographer,
Melvin Perry, accompanied the
Airways plane, and-photographed
the aerial drop and the children s
receiving the gifts.
This is the Reserves first at
tempt with this project. It is plan
ned to adopt it as an annual pro
ject.
Kodiak to Seattle #102.00 Kodiak to Portland $109.
Kodiak to Anchorage $35.00 Kodiak to Juneau $81.
All Fares Plus Tax
NON-STOP TO ANCHORAGE
Call 4131
•>*
PACIFIC NORTHERN AIRLINES
2 3> P . Y ,E A R O F ;S E R V I N G
A LAS X A
C2T
8 8
‘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
chimney 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 danc
ed 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 arose
such a clatter,
I sprang from my 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 the lustre of mid-day to ob
jects 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 minute it must be St.
Nick.
More rapid than eagles his cours
ers they canje,
And he whistled and shouted, and
called them by name,
“Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now,
Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid on, Donder
and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top
of the wall!
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 cours
ers they flew,
With a 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 hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was
turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas
came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his
head to his foot,
And his clothes were all covered
with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on
his back,
And he looked like a peddler just
opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! His
dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his
nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn
up like a bow,
And the beard on 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 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 head,
Soon gave me to know I had noth
ing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went
straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then
turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his
nose
And giving a nod, up the chimney
he 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 out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to
all a good-night”
CLEMENT C. MOORE