Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 41, Number 182, 17 June 1916 — Page 14

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Proud Rooster Killed Under Big Machine r.ob was a big Plymouth Hock Tooftter who lived on a farm on the Xew Paris pike. Hob was the pride of the chicken yard, because ho had such fine feathers and looked bo stately. The children often said he looked like a general. Bob knew he was good looking, too, and kept his feathers in fine shape. r.ob's great weakness was bia desire to show off. He liked to perch on the fence and show how big he was when automobiles went by on the road. Sometimes he Etood on the road, very near the automobiles. The other chickens would dodge and hurry far away. One day Bob and some hens were on the road and did not see a car as it Doiselessly approached them. The auto driver tooted his horn when he was almost upon them. The hens near the sido of tho road got away, but there was no tin"? for Bob who wag in, the middle or the road. Believing he would be killed. Bob ducked down low. Fortunately for him, the car passed over him without touching him. This made Bob very proud and stuck up. He boasted to the hens thnt no automobile had been built that conld kill him. He took awful ri&iiJB in staying on the road as long as he could. The hens and one Mrlbn old rooster warned him that he wculd be killed some day, but Hob v'tru'd not listen to them. One day this week, Bob was scratching in the middle of the read when he saw a car coming. Wanting to show the hens how Vrave he was. Bob tried to dodge down and let the car pass over him. But this car was a very low one, and part of tho machinery struck him, throwing him under the rear wheels which crushed him to death. The cackling of the hens brought the farmer's Bon to the road. When he paw what was left of Bob, he paid, . "It served him right. Smurt roosters stay inside the yard." Bird Likes Fish The kingfisher despises meat and vegetables. He believes there la only one kind of food good enough for him, and this is minnows. You'll never confuse him with any other kind of bird. His gray color, vlih a white band across the br .at, the crest on the top of his heac, make him look like a bushy-haired music teacher. Then you'll never forget his cry a coarse thrill like a policeman's rattle. Mrs. Kingfisher digs a hole in the side of a river bank to lay her eggs in. The introduction of portholes, making possible the use of tiers of guns on ships, is said to have been suggested by Deacharges, a 6hipbuilder of Brest. It la just 250 years sinco the first American naturalization law was passed by the Colonial Legislature of Maryland. They shot poor Carlo in the head, They eald he bit another dog. It's all a lie ho never did And then they called him an old hog. Pcor Carlo lay In stale that day, While children passed his bier, And placed the sweetest flowers of May Or dropped a loving tear. HI ear were trimmed in rosea bright, A ribbon round hi neck acrene. Bat ttxm to pass from hnman sight. Ills tall vaa trimmed In green. The grave proceaalon panned along. With aknr and measured tread. The girls la rlbbona black each bad a song Aboot their" loving dead. With Hay-apple plants for parasols They tat In ff to prim. While Tommy told the other boys That meetfn' should begin.

Burial of Tom's Dog Carlo

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j INTERESTING INFORMATION ABOUT THEM ' SUPPLIED VI THE BUREAU OF BlOlOCfCAl : SURVEY OF THE UNITED STATES DEPARTMENT OF AGRICULTURE YELLOW-BILLED CUCKOO (Coccyzua americanus) Length, about twelve inches. The yellow lower part of tho bill distinguishes this bird from ila near relative, the black-billed cuckoo. Range: Greed generally in the United Slates and southern Canada; winters in South America. Habits and economic status: This bird lives on the edges of woodland, in groves, orchards, parka, and even in shaded village streets. It is sometimes known as rain crow, because its very characteristic notes are supposed to foretell rain. The cuckoo has sly, furtive ways as it moves among the bushes or flits from tree to tree, and is much more often heard than seen. Unlike its European relative, it does not lay its eggs in other birds' nests, but build;) a nest of its own. This is, However, a rather crude and shabby affair hardly more than a platform of twigs sufficient to hold the greenish eggs. The cuckoo is extremely useful because of its insectivorous habits, especially as it shows a marked preference for the hairy caterpillars, which few " birds eat. One stomach that was examined contained 250 American tent caterpillars; another, 217 fall webworms. In places where tent caterpillars are abundant they seem to constitute a largo portion of the food of this and the black billed cuckoo. Gulls Ride Ship Seagulls enjoy themselves in many ways. They often ride on the waves, up and down. Sometimes they will gather in flocks of hundreds. Newcomers will swoop down upon the gulls that are resting, and just for fun, push thorn off and occupy their places. It is amusing to watch them play this sort of game. Then nudging Dick there in the side, He said get up and say. Of all the doga that ever died The great and good beforo us lay. Our Carlo waa a decent dog, And never known to sin. Ho never stole but ono largo ham From Jones big old bin. 1 know some more said Johnny Reed, He stole some chlckena there. Shut up! Ho never did. Now let us lead in prayer. flat here the trouble now arose. They fought and rolled down bill, For Tommy hit him in tlie nose, While Carlo laid serene and stilL At last beside the babbling brook, A loving; grave they made. Where Tommy often took hia book. And read there in the shade. ANNA P. MOFflTT.

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New Paris Girl Writes Story of Boy Who Caught Thief

By MISS EMILY ATKINSON New Paris, O., R. R. 1 "Poor Johnnie Marlyn," sighed his mother to a near by neighbor, by the name of Jones, "has not the privilege of other boys." "My boy," continued the mother, "is fifteen; runs the streets of a dirty city, selling papers, and running errands for the neighbors, to make a living for us." Mrs. Marlyn continuing, "Johnnie conies home at night all worn out. Nevertheless he turns his day's wages over to me for the following day's bread and butter." "Well!" rep'lied Mrs. Jones, "If you only could go to the country, and raise your living. Do you know that Johnnie could farm on a small scale?" "It would be easier for him, the worry off your mind, and he could be home with you most of the time," said Mrs. Jones. "Oh!" exclaimed tho surprised mother, "that would be great. I'll ask him this very night." "If he thinks he is man enough," said Mrs. Marylu, "to do farm work I would bo over-joyed with the country." "I think he'll like it fine, and no doubt that he is a man when it conies to working." "It takes sticktoitiveness to make a success at anything," con tinued Mrs. Jones. Mrs Marlyn nestled the thought of tho lonely city life, of days when she was alone, and rejoiced at the thought of ever living in the country. "Mother!" said Johnnie, "you aren't like yourself tonight. Have you been visiting?" "No! no! Johnnie, I was hanging oyer the back pard fence, talking to Mrs. Jones," replied the mother. In the same breath continued his mother, ''Do you know Johnnie, that Mrs. Jones suggested that we could go to the country; there we could live happier and far more comfortable; we could do farming on a small scale." "Mother!" replied Johnnie, "I'm a man, I can farm. Why mother, when we boys get big enough to smoke, aren't we men?" "Why child do you smoke?" repeated his mother in amazement. "Sure!" said Johnnie, after a slight pause, "we boys all smoke." "Mother!" said Johnnie, "didn't father smoke? He was a man." "Johnnie!" repeated mother," "you aren't to blame, your father used tobacco. It took every cent I could rake and scrape to keep him in tobacco. When he was without it he was growling and snarling and was very disagreeable to bo around. When he was out of tobac co he would just wait until you came home in the evening and turned your wages over to me. He then would take the first quarter, and it made no difference whether we had anything to eat except bread and water. I couldn't wash to help make the living, although I was willing to do my part." "Mother, don't worry, I'll do all I can for you." "Sonny," continued the mother, "tobacco was the real cause of your father's death." The tears were making their way down Mrs. Marlyn's sun-browned cheeks. "Johnnie," said Mrs. Marlyn, "why do you wish to live in poverty all your life, just for the filthy habit of using tobacco. It doesn't make a man of you;' it only makes a beggar. Sometimes a desplsable home for both you and your companions." Tho mother's talk almost wilted the fifteen-year-old man. "Mother, I'm going to be a real for sure man; not a tobacco man, but a really man," said Johnnie. "Amid all my tears I had to smile and pat him on the head." "If only you keep your promise Johhnie, you'll be a really man," replied Mrs. Marlyn. Johhnie and his mother ate a hearty supper together; then sat In the door for a refreshing breath of pure air. It was closing day very fast and darkness came upon them unaware. "Mother!" repeated the boy, "what was that." "What Johhnie!" exclaimed the mother. "Why didn't you see that very dark obiect crawling along; between here and Mrs. Jones?" said Johnnie. "Whv no. I didn't narticularlv see anything of that kind," replied thef

mother. "What was it?" said Mrs. Marlyn. "I don't know," said Johnnie, "I'll take you to Mrs. Jones' until I come back. I'm going to see what it was or burst." Without a word the son escorted his mother to the Jones'. Then went upon the search. He had only gotten ono square from home when he met a man wearing a blue coat. "Howdy!" said Johnnie. He was greeted by a shaking from the man which made his teeth chatter. "Where are you going? Who are you and what are you doing out this time of night?" demanded the man.

"W W well," replied Johnnie." "Please let me go. I'm in a terrible hurry." "Let you go!" exclaimed the man. "Yes," resounded the boy. "Please a something went through our yard and I'm going to see what It was." "You'd better go home and go hack to bed, your dreaming Sonny," replied the man. "No, I am not dreaming," replied Johnnie, "I I I am Johnnie Marlyn, the newsboy." "Now I want to play detective for a little while. I must hurry too, for mother will bo worried," replied Johnnie. "Well Sonny," replied the. blue coated man, "I'll just help" you chase that object and see myself what it is. I've been around here, and didn't see anyone. I think you're dreaming, but we'll see." They'd gone for about six squares when Johnnie exclaimed, "See that guy! What do you 'spose he's doing out this time o' night, especially crouched in a heap like that?" The boy anxiously grabbed at the object. It happened to be a man of about thirty or thirty-five, thieving his way, not working his way through the world. In one hand was his gloves, ragged and torn almost to pieces, in the other baud was a wallet of stolen articles. "Here old chap," returned the blue coated man, "what are you do ing here?" The thief made no reply, but tried to make his get away. "Johnnie, we'll just take and lock this gentleman up," replied the officer. Johnnie was a very proud detective of fifteen. The next morning Johnnie's mother was visited by the blue coat. Johnnie was awarded ten dollars for his services the previous night. "Mother," said Johnnie, "it pays to try to be a real for sure man. Some day I'm going to be a really for sure farmer. I'll take my little sum and see what I can purchase. Maybe I can be a farmer some day if I stick to it as long as. I did my paper route in this city, where I first got my thought I was a man, but I'm only a boy of fifteen." )

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Just Now the Display of HATS BONNETS and GAPS is Very Pretty. So Many Cute Styles in Straw Hats, Cotton Hats, Outing Hats, Mull and Lace Bonnets and Silk Caps, that You will Enjoy Seeing Them.

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Story of Pig Told By Boy Once upon a time lived a little pig in a pen. His name was Slim Jim. His master feeds him scrapa from the table. He rolls "in the mud. His master scrubs him sometimes. He ran away one night and got lost in the woods and became a wild pig and had lots of fun. A lion ate him up and that is the last of the pig. ROLAND LANE.

Japs Eat Ferns The common fern that grows in the Puget Sound country is good to eat, according to Japanese students at the university of Washington. The stems of the plant are boiled in water to which ashes are added to take out the acid taste. When nearly cooked the ashes and water are poured off and the ferns are again cooked in clear water. When done the dish is called "warabi." The Japanese consider it a great delicacy. Interesting Facts From Everywhere For Boys and Girls Zachary Taylor never cast a vote until elected President. Since 1833 no Vice President has served longer than four years. Thomas Jefferson was the first President inaugurated in Washington. Not since 1805 has tho United States had three living ex-Presidents. No president pro tern of the Senate has ever reached the Presidency. Franklin Pierce was the last New England man to fill the Presidency. James A. Garfield was the first Knights Templar ever elected President. James A. Garfield was the first President that had made political speeches. Franklin Pierce was the first of our Presidents bora in the Nineteenth Century. Chicago is to hold this spring a public competitive contest for a suitable design for a municipal flag. IOC CZ3lftS r f i c

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