Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 41, Number 205, 15 July 1916 — Page 12

THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM WEEKLY SECTION OF THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM

NEWS OF THE BOYS AND GIRLS OF WAYNE COUNTY IN THE JUNIOR FREE TRIAL SUBSCRIPTION SEE THE : COUPON ON FOURTH PAGE. RICHMOND, IND.. SATURDAY, JULY 15, 1916

Thelma Comer Tells Story About Fish

. Richmond, Ind.. July 7. 191. I thought I would write a story of the little fish. The Angler and the Little Fish. One day the man thought he would go a fishing and his dog went too. The man got a fish and he is going to take it home to his wife, and the fish is a little one. And his wife says, "Why did you catch a- small one?" He say6, "I have been fishing all day. The sun was hot for me. I thought I would go home and give it to you." The wife ate it and said, "Go back and get another one." The man did. When he got there a big iish jumped out of the water and said, "Dear sir, I will give you thee wishes if you do not catch me." and the man said, "If you give me three wishes, I will not catch you." So the man got the three wishes, lie wished he was at the bottom of the sea, and the richest man in the world, and was a king. And now I finished my story. Yours truly, THEM A O. COMER. Angler Story By Miss Darby In the big Palladium last Friday was a picture of a man fishing and these are some of the stories made up about it: By Thelma Darby. One day an old man and his little dog Tige sat an a bank fishing. The sun was shining down very hot and the old man had not got a bite yet. "Oh, I am so tired, but I will try my best to catch a fish to take home to my old wife Jane, if I have to fish all day." After while he got a bite. When he drew his line out of the water he had a very small minnow on the end. "Oh. what a little fish." he tighed. When he drew the fish out of the water it said, "Oh, please let me go. I was going to the jellyfish's ball, and I was hungry and saw your worm and ate it. If you will let me go you can have as many wishes as you want. When you want me come to the river raid call, 'Come, tiny fish and give me a wish." When he got home his wife gave him a beating and sent him back to get another fish, but when he got there he wished that he was in the bottom of the ocean, and his wife was locked in the closet for life, and that he was the king of the ocean. He then got his wishes; he was in the bottom of the ocean and his wife was locked in the closet, and he was king.

My Grandparents' Bungalow

There's a little red house among trees and flowers, Where I have spent my happiest hours. To be around it all the day 'Twould make a person happy and gay. My life would certainly be sublime If I could be there all the time, But I know what makes it seem so pleasant, It is the home of my Grandparents. I could search north, south, east and west, Hut no matter where I'd go, I couldn't find anything half so pleasant, As my grandparents' bungalow. Dorothy A. Robbins, 321 South 13th Street.

Something

Nobody

This little girl and boy have baen told that the woodchuck Is the big cousin of the gray rat who lives under their barn. They thought it would be great fun to see Mr. Woodchuck and at last they found the hole where he lives but it was empty! If their eyes were as sharp as ours they could see him peeping around the big green leaves at the top of the bank, watching them while they hunt for him. . vSee if you can color this picture with crayons or paints so that it will be good enough for you to want it framed. Copyright by George Matthew Adams

Badly Fooled Tramp

By Elizabeth Rankin. There was once a little boy going down the road and he found a silver dollar. Just as he was going to pick it up a tramp stepped up behind him and said that it was his. The little boy said it was his. But the tramp started to fight with the little boy when a farmer came along and asked what the trouble was. The tramp said he lost a dollar and the little boy picked it up and would not give it to him. The little boy said, "Well, the traimp's dollar didn't have any hole in it." "Yes, it did," said the tramp. The little boy held the dollar up to the farmer, and said, "This has Cheap Old Irishman One there was an old Irishman who wanted to go swimming. "Well," he asked the man, "how much do you charge?" The man said two-bits, and asked him if he wanted a suit. "No," he said, "I will keep mine two-ibits and look at ze water." BENJAMIN BURR For each person in the United States there is $38.36 in circulation Do you have yours?

To Color

Home! no hole in it' So the old tramp saw how badly he had been fooled and went off down the road. Shoemaker Still Loves Fatherland This old shoemaker, with his spectacles pushed up on his fore head and his leather apron tied around his waist, had always been kind to Louise ever since her father took her to his shop last summer to be measured for a pair of shoes. He looked at the little worn pair of shoes that she took off, and said inquiringly, "That shoe was not made in this country?" "No," answered the father, "that shoe came from Germany," and the old man laid his rough hand carressingly over tne worn leather and answer ed. "I, too, came from the Father land, but it has been more than fifty years since I saw the Rhine." BY MILDRED M. SHAFFER. Do Crows Talk Tomlinson Asks One frosty. morning we were sur prised to see a flock of crows settle on our fence near our home. They seemed to be having an angry discussiou about something. They were divided into two parties and each had a speaker. These leaders were on the top of the fence and they tilted back and forth and talked as loud and fast as they could, each leader trying to talk the other down. But then, we noticed an old crow on the limb of a tree In front of them. He said a few words and made them stop. Then they talked one at a time but were very angry and excited. The old crow in the tree heard both sides of the controversy and then he spoke in a very decided lone and flew away with the whole flock after him. We thought they were disputing about the best route to the south, but when the leader started they had to follow him. S TOMLINSON.

News Review

Villa boasts be will be head of all Mexico within thirty days. England says that they will start the attacks from now on in the war with Germany. The Germans are bringing a new army of fresh men into the great battle with the Russians. The doctors of New York are experimenting on monkeys to find a cure for the terrible plague of Infantile Paralysis that has skilled hundreds of children. People at sea shores have been frightened by a big shark that has been eating the bathers. One was caught that had the body of a boy in its stoniHCh. The big submarine merchant ship Deutschland which' was the first to cross the ocean, is now being loaded with rubber, oil and other supplies, to return to Germany in a few day.. A second submarine is also on the way over. They ay that German eir-freighters will be the next thing. Returned Kindness There lived In a certain town, a very rich little boy. This little boy was never allowed to go out of the yard without his nurse. One day the nurse called Fred, and said, "I will take you to the park." Fred was pleased. While they were in the park the nurse met a friend. She did not pay any attention to Fred so he slipped away. . Fred had been walking for some distance when it began to grow dark. Fred began to cry, for he was lost. Fred stood on the corner and cried. When someone tapped him on the shoulder und asked him whr t was the mattei, he told them. The next day he came to thin street and said, "Do not cry for I will take you home, but you must excuse my clothes for I am poor." Then a little boy came down the house to see if they would buy some fish from him. He told them his father was sick and needed money-. Fred's father went with the little boy to see his father. The house was very damp and untidy. Fred's father said,"Your little boy brought my son home who was lost, so you both are to come and live with us. JULIA McKELLAR, The Old Hay-Mow. 4The old hay-mow's the place to play Fer boys when it's a rainy day! I good'eal ruther be up there Than down in town, 'er anywhere! When I play In our stable loft The good old hay's so dry and soft. An' feels so fine an' smells so sweet I 'most ferget to go an' eat. Leroy McNutt, Cambridge City

Wants to Become Writer

Dear Aunt Molly: It is my greatest ambition to become a writer, and I think it is fine of you to give us so good a chance to learn, and don't let anyone say or do anything that will stop you. My girl friend said these Junior papers meant more to her than her ten cent ring she had on her finger. (The Editor surely was glad to get that letter, and she sat right down to answer it personally. This little story followed). One rainy day in June, my two brothers and I got the camping fever. We got hammer, nails and boards and made a frame in the shape of a tent, and tacked enough rough 'arpet over it and set it up under anple tree in the orchard. 1

Chickens Lack Sense, Writes John Geir, 9

I went out to my grandmother's where she bad a lot of chickens. There was one old hen that wanted to set and grandmother wouldn't let her. She had stolen a nest in the wood house and grandmother took the eggs away and drove her out of the yard. But' she came back and then grandmother pulled the nest to pieces, so the old hen set on the bare ground. Grandmother took a long switch and she whipped her out of the yard and when she came back threw water on her. But she wouldn't stop setting so grandmother caught her and told me to go into the kitchen and get a long red string out of a pile of carpet rags. She tied the string around the hen'B tail and threw her out in the yard. You never saw a chicken so scared. She flew up and quacked every time she saw the red string. Then she would run away from it and fly up and quack again. She ran in among the other chickens but they pecked her to drive her away." When they saw the red string they all squacked and flew in every direction. Grandmother said they thought it was a snake. That fool hen ran round and round the yard and 'tinder the bushes, and then flew to the top of the fence and began to pick at her feathers. But directly she saw the string hanging from her tail and flew down on the other side of the fence. She started on a run for the barn, running first to one side and then to the other with the red snake chasing her. At every turn she flew up and squacked, and then ran for her life. I never saw anything so funny, and grandmother laughed until the tears ran down her cheeks. . We never knew how she got rid of that string, but in a few days she came up with the other chickens. She had forgotten all about her nest, and the red snake that chased her. Chickens don't have much sense. JOHN GEIER, aged 9. Dropped Purse in Bear's Den Last Sunday afternoon while Miss Naomi Caldwell was leaning over the railing around the second or deepest bear den at the Glen, she dropped her little hand purse down in the pit, and poor Mr. Fossenkamper surely had a hard job getting it out. After poking around down these with pitchforks and rakes, he finally had to invent an instrument with a wire hook before he could fish it up. But his two little boys weren't sorry because Naomi gave them each one of her precious nickles out of the unlucky pocketbook. We put an old mattress down on the floor for our bed. When night came it had cleared off but our courage had failed, so we put off sleeping in the tent till the next night. The main object for sleeping out was to try to catch the rat or weasel that had been catching our little chickens. So armed with a few clubs and our dog "Dinty Moore," we lay down to sleep. But to our disappointment we had no cause to use our weapons. Towards morning I felt something chewing on the end of my braid of hair. When I looked out a hole I found it was our calf loose in the orchard, v Despite any calamity other than imaginary things, nothing really hurt us.

MYRTLK O.