Olde York in mid-winter : York city and county bazaar, held in the Exhibition Buildings, York, October ... 1906, in aid of the National Memorial Fund to Dr. Barnardo.

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[1906?]
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Credit: Olde York in mid-winter : York city and county bazaar, held in the Exhibition Buildings, York, October ... 1906, in aid of the National Memorial Fund to Dr. Barnardo. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    JIHE story of the event that immediately led to the 1] founding of the far-famed Homes is well known, but cannot be omitted from any record, however brief, which professes to deal with the life-work of Dr. Barnardo. One bitterly cold night there entered the humble ‘“‘schoolroom,’ for shelter and warmth, a shoeless, hatless boy. His one desire was to sit by the fire all night, his clothing being of the scantiest. To this request Barnardo was not inclined to listen. “Oh no! run away home,” was his answer. ‘‘Got no home,” was the boy’s ready reply. ‘“‘Got no home!” exclaimed Barnardo. “Be off, and go home to your mother; don’t tell me!” ‘Got no mother,’ repeated the boy. “ Then go home to» your father,’ Barnardo continued. ‘Got no father;”’ said the little fellow.. “Got no father! But where are your friends ?. Where do: you live?” “Don’t live nowhere ; got no friends,’ said the lonely lad. There was a genuine ring about the answers which came so readily from the lips of the little lad that made Barnardo loath to conclude that his story was a fabrication. And so the interrogation was proceeded with, the result being that Barnardo found out that the case of this urchin,. whose name was Jim Jarvis, was by no means exceptional, but, on the contrary, that, in the expressive eaps and ’eaps of ’em” who also lived “nowhere.” The young medical student was determined to see for himself. After giving “ Jim,” for whom he had now quite an affectionate regard, hot coffee and the promise of a place to sleep in, he set off under 66) dialect of “ Jim,” there were his guidance to see whether there were other boys such as he, cold, uncared-for, and sleeping out on that chill winter night. The Rev. J. Herridge Batt, in his Life of Barnardo, has graphically described the incident. “The pattering naked feet of alert little Jim led the way for Barnardo to a wilderness of old sheds, tumble-down outhouses, and wreckage, lying near MHoundsditch. . . . But at first there appeared no sign of boys ‘sleeping out,’ as he had said. Barnardo struck
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