Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 41, Number 56, 15 January 1916 — Page 10

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IVjuai l(oevD'Iou?!t) A Little Lost Boy In War Time NB day last spring the little town of Rol-de-Ia-Somme, In France, was unexpectedly shelled by the Germans, and a Canadian chaplain describes the scene as he saw It. Life was going on as usual, mothers were busy In the homes, children playlas on the streets. In a few moments all was wild confusion, everyone seeking safety, mothers rushing wildly about searching for their children who had been at play. Some found them some did not. Among the number who was not found was a little lad about eight years old named Julien Decaux. ' He was playing football when the shells came among them and ran with the others for safety. One of the British car drivers a few weeks later when coming from Boulogne saw a little fellow, dirty, half naked and lonely about three miles from town. He seemed lost, and he was. It was Julien Decaux. He told the chaplain that he had never seen his mother since he was playing on the square that day; he was the only child of his parents. Can you Imagine the broken-hearted mother hunting for the little lad while He bad not seen his mother since the day of the battle. he wandered about among the troops for three months? The chaplain took him to the Chief of Police and they are trying to hunt up Julien's mother. The police wanted to keep him mean time, but he got a Arm grasp on the chaplain's leg and emphatically de clared that he was going to stay with "mon capltalne." He is staying; if his parents can 'be found he will be restored to them if not the chaplain will see that he has a good home. OjljrPuzzle Corner . DIAMOND. My first Is a consonant. My soco.id is a slippery fish. My talrd 13 a tart fruit. My fourth la used In an open fire place. My fifth Is. a consonant HIDDEN PIECES OF JEWELRY. Come, child, embrace Letty an r.ien go to bed. A gale of wind blew at China .- coast, causing much -damage. To say "The latch ain't fixed" Is poor grammar. The General commanded that the Dutch arm themselves against the enemy. A certain tower In Greece has stood for centuries. Last week you could hear ringing in the midnight stillness, the New Year Bella Answers. DIAMOND: L eel lemon Inn n BIDDEN PIECE3 OF JEWELRY: Bracelet, Watch, Chain, Charm, Ring, Earring.

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B spell c 30EY HIBBARD had laughed aloud In school. Never before had he done anything of the kind, and his folks couldn't understand why he, whose deportment mark had al ways stood almost to the hundred. should be guilty of such wrong-doing. "Tom Ansel Was so funny nobody could keep from laughing," he had told his mother. "What did Tom Ansel do?" his mother asked. "He made a face like this." .And Joey did his beet to Imitate the antics of the clown of the school. It seemed he did the work imperfectly, for his mother merely said: "Humph! I don't see anything about that to make anyone laugh." Tet Joey knew that Tom Ansel nad looked funny. If he had failed to con vince his mother that Tom looked funny he wondered how he should justify himself in her eyes for what followed. He had felt sufficiently dis graced when the teacher had publicly rebuked him for laughing, thus onending his boyish dignity. He was the more indignant when Billy Upton at recess had shouted at the top of his lungs: "Joey Hibbard laughed out loud In school! Joey Hibbard laughed out loud In school!" Joey still felt that he was justified when he protested and shouted, "You had better quit that, Billy Upton." And when Billy had in quired, "Who will make me?" and Joey had responded, "I will," and when the taunt had been repeated and Joey had grappled with Billy and had his own hair severely pulled in the tussel that ensued, he had felt aggrieved because he had not made a better showing. He felt that he was only trying to maintain his dignity, as was right for him to do, and if his mother could not understand why he had laughed aloud in school, she would charge him with fighting, did she know. Joey was unhappy all the evening, and when he' went to bed at 9 o'clock he could not sleep. Then something strange happened. Out of the dark corner of the room arose a shadow bigger than any man. The shadow had an amiable' smile upon Its face, removing fear from Joey's mind, as it held out a hair to his sight. "Is this the hair Billy Upton pulled out?" the Shadow asked. "Why, I don't know," faltered Joey. "It must be," mused the Shadow. '"It Is Number 7,893.436." "I don't believe X have that many hairs in my head." faltered Joey. "Oh, yes, you have. If you don't believe It, count them and see." Joey didn't feel competent to argue the matter. He looked at the Shadow, and he looked at the hair with mild curiosity, wondering why the scripture said, as he remembered it did, that the hairs of our head are numbered, and that not a hair falls from our heads without the Father's notice. HARE AND

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Tom and Fred are playing1 hare and hounds In the snow. The crosses Indicate the tracks of Fred,' who is the hound, and the dots those of Tom, who Is the hare. Tom has eluded- Fred at every turn. Bee If you can show how he did It by connecting separately, with a pencil the tracks of Fred and those of Tom, beginning at the points marked, start and ending at those marked finish. But the two -trails must not once cross each other or themselves. " '

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pink glow In the West told of another day Mr. Squirrel, in hi sleeping porch of . dead leaves. way up In the topmost branches of a big hickory, opened first one eye and then the other. He gave a jump when he saw how late It was, and. that he had overslept himself. He had never bought an alarm clock for he had always depended on Mr. Red Head, a woodpecker neighbor, to wake him up just at daybreak. But, this particular morning Mr. Red Head failed to come as he had to stay at home and help Mrs. Red Head feed the five little Red Head babies who had taken the place of the .five small eggs of the day before. x So Mr. Squirrel's alarm clock, the rattling drum-beat of the woodpecker's ibill, failed to go off that morning. He was awfully put out about sleeping so late, as he had planned to do a big day's work, and here it was almost sunrise and he wasn't even dressed! It was lucky he did not have a whole lot of clothes to put on and button up. Once down on the ground he sat on his haunches, his little hands crossed meekly over his white fur vest. A quick glance around assured him there were no enemies In sight, now for breakfast!

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thinking it must be a great deal of trouble to take over such little things. "What shall I do with it?" asked the Shadow. The Shadow looked like a Goblin now. Joey had never seen a Goblin, but he was certain the rShadow looked like one. "I don't know," Joey replied. "Don't you want the hair? Don-! you miss It?" "Then why do you keep thinking about it?" " "It isn't the hair, it's the hurt." Joey said. "Does it hurt now?" "No." "Seems to me you are making yourself a great deal of trouble over little things that you don't need and don't miss and that can't be helped," commented the Goblin. It was the thought Joey had had about numbering the hairs, only now it had returned to him. "Tom Ansel did look funny." Joey whispered. "Shall I throw the hair away and forget about it?" The Goblin turned his head sideways in the most comical manner and looked at Joey. But Joey did not laugh aloud now. It didn't seem that funny now. Very meekly he replied: "If you please." "And we will both forget about it?" "What's the good of remembering disagreeable things that can't be helped?" "And you want me to go too?" This was a puzzler. Joey feared It would not be polite to say yes, thougti he really didn't care to have the Gob lin hanging about him and keeping him awake. Who would want such a thing? It must have been that the Goblin understood, even though Joey did not reply, for he gradually faded from view. As he did so, Joey felt I a yank ? on his head, and a moment HOUND.

Moving' in long, graceful leaps over the dew-wet grass, he found a beauti

ful, crisp, white mushroom, all rosy pink on the under side. Biting this Mr. Squirrel's Alarm Clock, off near the ground, so as not to waste a bit of it, he ran up on a dead log. ! half hidden in a clump of maiden-hair ! ferns. Holding, and turning the morsel in his hand-like paws, he nibbled 'and nibbled, until nothing was left but later was lying on the floor. He had rolled out of bed. having been asleep all this time. "What is the matter with my poor little boy?" asked his mother, as she came into the room and turned on the light. "It is Number 7,893,436." muttered the still sleepy boy. "What is that, precious? Bless me, f here isn't a tuft of hair that was "What shall 1 do with It?" asked the Goblin. pulled from your head when you fell out of bed." "Mamma, will you forgive me for laughing out loud in school. Tom Ansel was so funny?" "Did you really laugh out loud in school? It must have been a dream, my boy." - ' Joey was wide awake now. If his mamma said so, maybe it was a dream. The only real thing about it all was the hair that his mother held In her hand. She kissed him, and he murmered drowsily: "Number 7,893,436." The Mystic Number CHE Germans say that "All good things are three;" but seven is also a remarkable, one might almost say, a mystic number. The little girl in Wordsworth's well-known poem said, "We Are Seven." The days of the wir a seven. The colors of the rainbow are seven. The notes of the musical scale are seven (the eighth one being the same as the first). There were said to be seven sages of Greece, and seven kings of Rome, and the city of Rome was built on seven hills. London city ' has seven hills also: Cornhlll, Snow Hill. Ludgate Hill. Fish Street Hill. Bread Street Hill. Holborn Hill and Tower Hill. The world was made In seven days. There were seven famous cities of antiquity: Rome, Antloch. Nineveh, Babylon. Athens, Tyre, and Carthage. There are seven wonders of the world, that is of the ancient world, and these were: the Colossus of Rhodes (a huge statue striding across the entrance to the harbor of Rhodes), the Pyramids, the JSpheslan temple of Diana, the Mausoleum (or tomb of King Mausolus, the remains of which are now In the British Museum), the banging Gardens of Babylon, the Statue of Jupiter and the Pharos. ' There are also seven wonders of history These are: the Colosseum, the Catacombs, the Great Wall of China, Stonehenge, the Loaning Tower of Pisa, the Porcelain Tower of Nankin, and the Mosque of St. Sophia at Constantinople; Here are the seven new wonders of the world: Wireless, the Telephona the Aeroplane, Radium, Antiseptics and Antitoxins, . Spectrum Analysis, X-Raya - There are many . passages In . the Bible In which . the . number seven Is mentioned, and it Is on this account and the facts mentioned above that Seven is considered a sacred number.

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his empty hands. That mushroom certainly did taste good, .cool and dripping with last night's dew; but his appetite wasn't quite satisfied. So he ran up the nearest tree, climbed, like , a slack wire walker, way out on the Up end of a swaying-, swinging branch, and secured a nut tha( wu J" ready to drop. Perching himself on a big limb, where he had a clear view all around, he finished his breakfast. With his long, front teeth, he cut a neat little opening on one side of the nut and, with these same front teeth, got out every bit of the meat, better than you could have done with the very best of nut picks! Now, with breakfast over, he was all ready for his day's work. What do you suppose that work could be? Well, winter was coming on before long, and something whispered to him that the things he loved to eat were hard to find on cold, rainy days, and when the ground was all under the snow; and that a real wise squirrel would not forget to hide a whole lot

"Where he digs, he gets a nut." of nuts and acorns where he could easily find them later. So whenever he saw a good, sound nut, the wormy ones he passed by with merely a sniff, he dug a little round hole among the grass roots, rolled in his nut, drew the earth quickly over it then patted it down firmly with his paws sat upright a moment to make sure that none of the Blue Jay family saw where he had burled it. He then hopped away- as unconcernedly as If such a thing as hiding a nut had never entered his head. He had already stuffed the hollow limb In his home (FASHIONS KUTH and Mabel and Tommy had been having a really delightful time of it playing in the long narrow side street, with its tall wall that ran along one side. And Mouscr, too. Tommy's black cat, had been enjoying the frolic Then, of a sudden, a man carrying several long, mysterious rolls of paper, a bucket of paste and a long-handled brush, came walking down the street and all play instantly ceased to watch him. He stopped presently at a place "What Is a fn-tiftm in the wall which seemed to suit his purpose and. dipping bis long-handled brush Into thu bucket, sloshed paste on the smooth surface of the wall apd, unwinding his rolls, put up a huge poster, section by section. The children watched him as he worked. It was most fascinating. Piece by piece the poster was put on: and It wasn't until the last piece had been fitted snugly Into place that the children could read It. Then they recognised the words "Fashion Show" just behind a dainty miss dressed in a flaring skirt, with a. black-and-white-check band around the bottom of her skirt and a waist of the same ems sing color and design.. . . . His work finished, the man picked up his tools, lighted his pipe and went on down the street seeking another place on which to paste a poster.

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A ONE-EYED doe by the hunter's aim Had lost her fawn and mate; Fearing to go in search of food. Hers was' a woeful state. At last she found a place of grass That looked on the open sea. Over a steep protecting ledge. With a land view wide and free. She said, "the water front is safe With its rolling surf and fogs; tree with nuts and acorns; besides, he had hidden quite a lot In a crack between some rocks, plenty to last htm through the winter, but he didn't stop, but, worked on, day after day planting a nut here and an acorn yonder. His business in life seemed to be to get everything eatable under the ground just as quickly as possible and then to look Just as unconcerned as possible. How he manages to locate these burled nuts when the ground Is covered with snow Is one of the things Mr. Squirrel has never told us. 1

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Ruth and Mabel and Tommy stood before the big sheet, spellbound. And Mouser gravely took his place beside Tommy and stared up at It, too. "What Is a fashion show?" asked Tommy. Ruth laughed. "Don't you know?" she said. And then, nudging Mabel, on her right, she added. "He doesn't know what a fashion show Is. Mabel!" Then both of them laughed-"Mee-yow!" cried Mouscr. Perhaps he. also, was laughing, though surely showr" asked Tommy he couldn't have known, for they don't have fashion shows In Catland, you know. Tommy repeated his question. "Well." replied Ruth, "a fashion show Is where they show fashions. Of course! What else could It be!" Tommy thought for a while. Presently he looked up. "What are fashions?' he asked. Mabel looked at Ruth and Ruth looked at MabeL Both of them snickered. "Too teU him. said Ruth. "Oh, no, you go ahead and tell him.' Insisted Mabel. This time It was Ruth who thought a while before replying. "Well." she said Anally, "Fashions are are fashions are - what you wear. "Huh!" exclaimed Tommy. "Tve got a red flannel chest protector that my Mamma makes me wear is that

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I'll keep my eye to the landward side And watch for the men and dogs." Then a boatman coming near the shore With a high-strung bow let fly A well aimed shaft, that pierced her heart On the side of the blinded eye. And so. on every side of life 'Tis well to be protected; For injury is like to come From a quarter not suspected. Now U be put up a little signboard of some kind, or - at least stuck a broomstraw In the ground to mark the place, all would be easy. But he did none of these things. On some still, cold wlnlter moraine he runs out on the snow, pauses for a minute, as if thinking selects a cartain spot and begins to dig. Down and down he goes, until .the cold, damp ground Is. reached, and ap be pops, holding In his . paws a nut that he planted months ago! He never makes a mistake where he dig he gets a nut and that Is all there Is to it! fashions?" "Gracious, no!" cried both of the girls. "Well, it's something I wear, isn't it?" Insisted Tommy. "Silly:" said Ruth. "Of course It is. but fashions, you see, are whether or not things you wear are In style, Now my shoes are the very latest fashion In shoes." "And my Jacket Is. too," put In little MabeL "My Mamma says so. and she ought to know because she bought It!" "I heard my Papa say that Mouser has lots of style -so Is he fashions?" asked Tommy. Ruth threw up her hands In despair. "My. did you ever see such a stupid boy!" she exclaimed. "Listen. Tommy; that Is a new bat you have on. Isn't It? And you wore a different one last year, didn't you? WaQ. why did your Mamma buy that new one for you this year?" "Because the other mi van nut and Mouser dragged It down in the coal bin and got It all dirty." Mercy sakes!" cried Ruth. Ann Mabel echoed her cry. "I could shake toil Tommvt icvon if Mouser hadn't soiled your old bat your Mamma would have bought yoo this new one because the old one was no longer In style and this one is." .tommy grinned. "Oh no she wouldn't!" he declared. "M. Trm said he ought to spank me for wear ing out my oia nat so soon. And he said If I wore this one out X would have to go bareheaded next vur. "Tommy." Interrupted Ruth, In a despairing tone, "Don't you ever look at the fashions In a newspaper or any of the magazines your Mamma gets? Don't you see the pictures of the new kind of dresses and hats and shoes and coats people are going to wear?" Tommy shook his bead. "Say, Ruth." he asked presently. "1 heard my Mamma say your Mamma was fashionable. Did she say that because your Mamma wears fashions?" Ruth smiled proudly. "Of course." she replied. "My Mamma wears all the latest fashions and-" "Huh!" cried Tommy, triumphantly. "Huh! She does, does she! Well I never saw her dressed In any pictures! I'd like to see her wearing pictures out of a mags sine- or anybody else In this cold weather! Now you think you know It all, don't you!" And Tommy laughed and laughed until well, until Ruth, very an cry. stamped her tiny foot, grabbed Mabel by the arm and walked away In a great rage. Solution to Bar and Hum PasaZe.