Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 41, Number 193, 1 July 1916 — Page 14

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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM. SATURDAY. JULY 1. 1316

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tory for DICKEY DUCK. Dickey Duck was Madam Duck's only duckling, and as most ducks or children are little spoiled when there is only one in the family. I am afraid Dickey Duck was no exception. One day he heard Madam White Hen telling her chicks that they were to keep away from the pond, and that if they were good and did not disobey her she would tell them a fairy story at bedtime. "I don't believe in fairies," said Dickey Duck, waddling up to the chicks and trying to appear wise. "Why do you let your mother fool you like that?" "Oh! but there are fairies," said the little chicks. "We know they are all around the woods, and if we are good some day we may see one; mother told us so." "Oh! she is just fooling you," -Taid wise Dickey Duck. "Come along with me and I will show you Homo fun. I can stand on my head in the pond." But Madam White Hen was not far away, and when she Dickey Duck talking to her chicks she came running as fast as she could, just in time to hear Dickey Duck tell them to come . along to the pond. "You go right away from here," said Madam White Hen, looking very cross at Dickey Duck; "you are a bad, spoiled duckling. Do you want to drown my chicks. Go away, go away." Madam White Hen flapped her wings and ran at Dickey Duck in a threatening manner, and Dickey ran. On the way to the pond he met his mother. "Mother," he said, "are thero any fairies? These silly chicks of Madam White Hen's said there were fairies in the woods; and if they are only in the woods I will never see one," said Dickey Duck. Then Dickey Duck, like a really spoiled duckling, began to cry that he wanted to see a fairy and his mother must get one' for him right off. Poor Madam Duck felt very helpless, for she had never seen a fairy and she did not know a thing about them; so she told Dickey Duck he must stop crying or he would cry hla eyes out, and then ho surely never could see a fairy. Dickey Duck dried his eyes very quickly when he hear this, and all t-i r Xf t v rrt irvr 1 drixd ms auicioar. v, the time his mother was thinking as fast as she could of a fairy story to tell Dickey. "I did hear a fairy once upon a time that a god little duckling Raw," said Dickey Duck's mother, "but he was a very good duckling, New Ideas for Yon may b able to play on a piano or a Jew's harp or a comb, or other things, but 111 venture that I know something all of yon can play tunes on that you never hare thought ot at all before, and that Is clothes-pins. Would you ever think ot them baring different sounds? The do. Drop them on a stone step or sidewalk, and by sorting them out and marking the tone on each one, you can finally make a whole scale. When yon are ready to play different little songs, lay the clothespins on a stone In their order of the scale and then drop them one after the other on the stone. They make the funniest tinkling little tunes, and yon can have a perfect circus show

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Tonight! as I said, for only the very best behaved ducklings or chicks ever see the fairies." '.'What did he do that was good," asked Dickey Duck, wondering if it would be very hard to be good for a day so he might see a fairy. "This little duckling I heard about," said Madam Duck, "never got into the mud and spoiled his white coat and trousers, and he never played tricks on the others in the barnyard." "Did the fairy give him anything?" asked Dickey Duck. "Yes; this little-duckling . was very good, as I told you, and he used to put on his swimming suit and go on the pond every day and swim about quietly, and one day a fairy came and gave 'him a big, fat worm; the very biggest he had ever seen." Dickey Duck waddled as fast as he could to the pond and plunged in. He swam and swam, looking all the time for the fairy, and he was about ready to go home and tell his mother there were no such things as fairies when, "Splash!" right in front of him fell a big, fat worm. Dickey Duck grabbed it, and then he looked for the fairy, and far up over his head he saw something flying. It might have been a bird, but Dickey Duck knew, of course, it was a fairy, because he had been so good. Back he swam to the bank and waddled to the barnyard. "I saw a fairy," he said to Madam White Hen's chicks. "All of the fairies are not in the woods. Some of them come over the pond and give you big worms. That is if you are very good." Madam White Hen was gossiping with her. friend, Madam Black Hen, and she did not see Dickey Duck with her chicks, but the first thing she knew her children were running as fast as their little legs would carry them to the pond. Madam White Hen stopped talking and ran after them, chuckling and calling them to stop. Down to the water edge went the chicks, and were about to plunge in when their mother reached them and drove them back. "Do you children want to be drowned?" she asked, very much frightened. "Have you lost your senses, or what Is the matter with you?" "Peep, peep," cried the little chicks. "Dickey Duck saw a fairy on the pond and the fairy gave him a big, fat worm; we want to see a fairy and get a worm, too; peep, peep." "Oh! that Dickey Duck; he can think of more things to make trouble than anyone else in the barnyard," said Madam White Hen. "Now, children, you are not like Dickey Duck and you cannot swim; if you go on the pond you will never see a fairy; that was a duck fairy that Dickey Duck saw, I expect, and It would carry you off to the deep woods and give you to old Mr. Fox for his dinner. "Good little chickens sometimes see a fairy in the woods, but never without their mother, and you have to be good a long time before you can eee one; if you listen to what Dickey Duck tells you, you never will see a fairy. Now come away from that pond and remember what I have told you." Things to Do lng yonr father and mother how you can play real tuneB on ordinary old clothes-pins. Young Nation Has Old Flag Although our country Is one of the youngest in the world, we hare one of the oldest flags. It Is older than the present British union jack, than the French tri-oolor, or the flag of Spain, and many years older than the flags ot German and Italy, some ot which are personal flags or flags of reigning families.

An Old Blockhouse

BY JOSEPHINE N. HAMILTON. There are many historical places of interest In Clay township and I am most interested in an old block house. It is ou the Abner Bond farm, then known a a the Jess Bond homestead. In early days when this country was being settled there was a colony sent out from North Carolina to look for homes. They first settled near Whitewater now known as Richmond, Indiana. These peo ple were sent out by the Quaker Church, this is why Richmond is known as the Quaker City. Later on they scattered and found this place, and thought this would make a good place for their future homes. As this country was full of v'ild animals such as the wild-cat, the bear and the wolf and also the Indians, the men were compelled to build a home for protection of their families, it took some time for them to clear the land for the home. They builded the house of the logs they cut and this was known as a block house. When this was completed the men went back to bring their families. It took some time for them to .make the trip as they had to cut a road to get back, for this country was a dense forest. After they were all located here in this block house there were many serious problems to solve. First and most important one was the means of making a living; then the men began to clear off little spots of ground to raise corn and vegetables. As the forest was full of wild game such as wild turkeys, squirrels, wild hog and the bear and the streams had abundance of fish, they got along very well for meat but meat was a poor thing without bread. Many were the trials and tribulations of our forefathers and mothers and their children. The Indians would slip up and kill the men and women and carry off their children, steal their horses, hogs, cows or any thing they could get ahold of. Later on when the settlers had settled and had little homes of their own they used this block house to come to when some one would say the Indians were coming. Men with their guns When Our BY CHESTER ATKINSON, Greensfork, Ind. This being 1916 and a gloomy! day in April, puts me in mind ot some of the tales my father related to me in winter time. The story I am boing to relate is quite humorour and is characteristic of the school life that prevailed in those days. The pedagogue who ruled over this school was middle aged, somewhat bulky with a stomach that extended beyond his general relief like a mountain ou a plain. He was handsome and seemed to possess a great deal of pride, and was a bully, if that term will express his real character. He liked to play jokes on others but didn't like to have them played on him. The school house was built of brick, situated about a mile northeast of Greensfork and had all the grades of common school, six in all, and when you got your diploma from here you was given the right to teach -school. It consisted of one room with a stove on the south side and a door on the same side. The seats were double, four rows in all. The blackboards were constructed of plastering painted over with black paint, they were on the south, cast and west sides. The teacher's desk was stationed on the edge of an elevated platform, and his or her books and supplies were kept here. Slates were a common thing which they wiped off with wet rags, sponges. or a way cheaper than the others and suitable to germ produetlon, by spitting on their hands, rubbing them over their slates and then wiping them with their sleeves.. 1 , When the teacher would turn his hack the scholars would take their chance and open up light and heavy artillery on him which generally consisted of popguns, niggerflippers, some taking a wad out ot his mouth about the size of an hen egg and hurl It at the Innocent pedagogue, who would suspicion something and turn his head

would hurry their families to this block house, when they all got there some of the older men would stay to guard the families in the block house while the rest would take their guns and go out to drive the Indians away or kill them. The Indians were mad at the white men because they had driven them from the East to the West. They were in for revenge and revenge they would have if they could get it. There was no peace for the white man from 1S09 to 1818. As near as any ne can remember this block house was builded

in 1809. Who were these brave men who builded this block house? It was Jess Bond, Abslum Williams, John Halman, Steven Townsend, Steven Horney, the noted Julieus, Dan, Harvey and the Eliots. These were the block house heroes. This house was also used as a school bouse and a church, the only books they had was the A. B. C. book, primer and the Holy Bible, the Bible was the most studied because these settlers were all christians and Friends. Better have more of them today. Why? Because style and money has ruined all. Now all these old settlers and christians have passed away to the great beyond. So has this block house. It has decayed and tumbled down and so nothing is left there but one of its corner stones to mark one of the most historical spots in Clay township. You Should See This Have you ever seen the Memorial tablet to our soldiers that is on the second floor of our courthouse? This is what it says: Erected by the People to the Memory of The Soldiers of Wayne County Their trade was not war, but Peace. They waged war that Peace might come. The Union they preserved is Peace. A grateful people holds them in sacred remembrance. 1861 1865

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around in time to catch it on the nose or some other tender spot, and the sensation would compare with General Grant in the thickest of a heavy artillery charge. Mr. Pedagogue believed in whipping and kept a supply of switches at hand all the time. And some times he used them when they were not needed. Among the scholars of the school was a very fat boy, with double chin and cheeks that shook up and down when he stirred, and was naturally good natured. One morning before school had taken up he was sitting on a desk about three feet high, he was nigh the edge and had his feet crossed and studying his book very intently. The teacher seeing his chance slipped around and pushed him off his high perch and he landed on the floor with unexpected force and quickness and causing the whole school house to groan and squeak In every joint. Everybody laughed at this humorous catastrophe, the pedagogue laughing the hardest of all. The boy lit in the same position he was sitting before he fell and did not have very good results for it jolted some of the good humor and sense out of him Rnd had to be helped up, the task being performed by a couple of girls, the pedagogue laughing too hard at that moment to assist. The next day the school was minus of the fat boy for eh had to stay home (o repair up over his jolt, and had at the same time thought of a way to get even with him. When he came back to school he arrived arly and seeing that the teacher wasn't near, stationed some tacks on Mr. Pedagogue's chair and then he went hack and began to study Tery diligently. School took up books and Mr. Pedagogue sat down or merety released his muscles and fell down In his chair. Dut he got up with surprising quickness when he came in contact with the tacks or at least he tried to get up. He gave a yelp of

UERY CORNER The editor will try to answer questions readers of the Junior submit to him. He will not promise to answer all of them. The questions will be answered in rotation, so do not expect the answer to be printed in the name week in which you send it in. H. C. What kind of brains do you think your poor Aunt Molly has to answer, "Where is the son? on a Victrola record when it isn't being played?" Where is the wind when it isn't blowing? But seriously, that very question is often debated by scholars. It depends on what you think sound is; whether the conditions for. making sounds, or the operation of sound, nerves themselves in your ear. E. T. A young girl should comb her hair anyway that is becoming to her as long a3 it is neat. It. is one of the biggest mistakes a fourteen-year-old girl can make to try to comb her hair fashionably regardless of anything else. S. W. There are many uses one can make of old tin cans. I once knew some boys who pounded them out flat and nailed them all over the roof of their shanty to make a tin roof, and it kept the water out, too. M. J. Many people besides you have wondered where that quotation was from. "Coming events cast their shadows" may be found in Ijochiet's Warning, by the poet Campbell. - F. J. G. You want to know how to tie your shoe-strings so that they won't come untied. Well, the best way I know is to tie a bow knot, and then tie the loops again. T. C. There is lots of good in studying mathematics. One of the main reasons a nation can become civilized is that they develops the power to understand numbers and geometrical relations. You couldn't live in houses or have a bridge over Whitewater, if someone hadn't studied algebra and geometry. ; pain, threw his feet up with the quickness of a football player kicking over the desk off the edge of the platform, scattering books and his supplies everywhere. He then stood up, not minding his bruised feet, looked the school over, looking very embarrassed and angry, and then reached back and began to pull out the tacks out of the seat of his pants, pulling out about a dozen. Everybody laughed but the fat boy, and he looked very innocent and waited until all the rest got through laughing and then he burst out. Another characteristic of the school was the dunce cap, under his administration. When you were unrulely the dunce cap was put on your craneum and was ' made to stand up in the corner for tn hour or two. On Christmas the teacher never treated the scholars. It was quite popular to say pieces every Friday and on the last day they had a dinner held in the school house, and all the farmers would gather for a day of fun. Speaking pieces, playing games of all sorts, young and old for this was the day of the year. And in those days the scholars did not have to carry ancient eggs or butter and bread. And the girls did not wear abbreviated skirts for style, for they went dressed very common. School days Is the best days of your life of most scholars, but some is not, as a burden had been shoved upon them. While with Others it is their happiest days. And such occurrences such aa a dunce cap or a slate brings happy recollections to most every person who went to this school. UP EARLY ON FOURTH. One Fourth of July, some boys thought they would be sure to gej up early enough, so they tied a rope around one of the boy's arm for the other to pull. And the other boy got him up all right; he pulled him clear out of bed."

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