Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 42, Number 18, 2 December 1916 — Page 11

THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM WEEKLY SECTION OF THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM

NEWS OF THE BOYS AND QIRLS OF WAYNE COUN. TY IN THE JUNIOR B0Y8 AND QIRLS WRITE MANY INTERESTING LET. TER8 TO"JUNIOR RICHMOND, IND.. SATURDAY, DEC. 2, 1016

RAFT SINKS WITH WHITEWATER BOYS One day last winter Robert H. and John B. and I went down to the river. We found an old raft and Robert said, "I believe I will take a ride." He got on and sailed down the river apiece. .Then I said, "I believe I will try It." When I got on I said, "Boys, she's a-slnMng." I went on. I was right In the deepest part and the raft began to sink. Then I fell off and could not get out for about five minutes. The water was terribly cold. When I came out I did not know whether to go home or not. Then I went home. I changed clothes and went out to play again. I did not take cold. Ray Wilson, 6B, grade, Whitewater school.

PRIZE COMPOSITION

A POOR CHILD Once upon a time there was a little girl named Mary. She had to get up at five o'clock every morning and she had to make the living. She was sent out at 7 o'clock one morning with a , load of matches. No one would buy any matches from her. Her father was a bad man and would not work. She was afraid to go home for if she did her father would whip her. So she went on. It was a cold winter day. And she was so poorly

dressed that she would light her

matches one by one till she had lighted them all, by trying to keep herself warm but could not do it.

So some people found her on the street frozen to death. Louise Em-

mett, 3A Whitewater.

Santa Glaus Asks Aunt Molly to

Help Make List of Good Children

Santa Claus City, North Pole. Dear Aunt Molly: Christmas is so near and I am so busy finishing up all the toys, that I wonder if you will please help me. I wish, that you would find out what all the boys and girls in Richmond want me to bring them. There have been several hard snow storms up here and we cannot get the mails very regularly, so I want you to keep all my letters down there where I can be sure to get them when I come, the night before Christmas. I will be in a great hurry, but I want to see every one. Tell the children all my helpers are working day and night and that I am pretty busy but will be ready to make my regular rounds, December 24. Don't forget, Aunt Molly, Fm expecting you to be my Richmond helper. Goodbye until Christmas, SANTA CLAUS.

THOUGHT FOR THE DAY.

Be true to your work," your word, your friend. Washington.

How Bobby Saved His Aunt's Turkey

THANKSGIVING PROCESSION Wednesday morning the Bixth grade were dressed In Puritan's clothing and marched through the school rooms. After they returned to their own room they were entertained by singing two songs, and they had a prayer by Norman Hunt. They afterwards had a play called "The Tramp's Thanksgiving." The characters were: The wife Nondis Daugherty The tramp Norman Hunt The husband Joseph Huth The company Maxine Whitely and Robert Rethmeyer. Florence Tittle read a story. Baxter school.

, PET PIG TRICKS My sister has a pet pig. It Is black and white. When it gets out it will bump Its head on the door to let her know it is out. Then It will show her where it got out. She gives it some' corn and then puts it back In the orchard. Miss Mildred Erisman, R. R. B., City.

Bobby went to his aunt's for Thanksgiving dinner. His aunt took him out to see the turkey. He took a liking to one. The tur

key's name was Tom. He heard his aunt say to his uncle, "John, I want you to kill old Tom tomorrow." Bobby ran as fast , as he could to the barnyard and said, "Tom, yon are going to be killed tomorrow, and I have come to help you escape." "Yes, but where shall I go?" asked Tom. "I will take you into the woods, and you can stay there until Thanksgiving ,is over." "But I will starve with nothing to eat," said Tom. "I will bring you some corn so you will not starve." "Well, it Is getting late, and I think we had better go before your uncle comes to feed me,' said Tom. Bobby took Tom In his arms and

ran down the road to the woods where he hid Tom away.. Then he ran back and got him some corn. "I tun afraid I shall catch cold," said Tom. "No," said Bobby, "for I shall make you warm." Bobby made him a house. Then he said, "I am going home now. Will be back in the morning." Next morning Bobby's uncle said, "Come, let's find old Tom and kill him." Bobby went with his uncle but when his uncle saw Tom was not there, he said, "Bobby, where Is Tom? We will have to get another." When Bobby went to the woods Tom was not there, so he sat down. But soon he heard some one say, "Well, you are very late. "Yes I had to help catch another turkey." And from that time Tom and Bobby were very good friends.

Dale Lowery, 5 B Baxter school.

This is the letter just received from Santa Claus. Of course it has made us very excited. Since he is really going to depend on us we have decided to make the Junior into a Santa Claus sub-station, and all the letters to him that come in through the Junior Mail Boxes or even through the big post office will be kept in a separate box at Aunt Molly's desk, ready for Santa Claus to answer at Christmas time. And so, Junior Folks, when you write your letters either at school or at home, be sure to sign your name and full address, and then tell the thing you ' want most. Don't tell so many things that Santa Claus will think you are selfish, because then he won't want to give you anything, but whatever you need or want most of all, write down real plainly. And then we will turn all the letters over to Santa Claus when he comes. But there is one thing we know

Santa Claus would appreciate ever so much, and that is for you to tell

him about any little boy or girl who

is sick in bed. You know. often

times when you are so happy about your own Christmas, you forget some little friend .who can't have

as much fun because he is sick. So

this year be sure to remember,

won t you?

Why Juniors, we ought to have

an ideal Christmas this time, but

it wIl depend half on you. Write

your tellers eany ana give your

run aaaress, and too, remember all

the other boys and girls who can't

write letters for themselves. But most of all don't forget that from

now on, the Junior Palladium is

your banta Claus sub-nost office.

and that Santa Claus will expect to

mm your letter tnere.

Wooden Soldier Takes Sail One day a little boy was playing on the bank of the ocean. He had a boat and a wooden soldier. He was going to sail the boat on the ocean and let the soldier get on It. He looked around to see if he had a string to tie to the boat to keep it from sailing away. He looked back and saw his boat was out on the ocean. He began to cry and went home. He told his mother that his boat and wooden soldier were out sailing on the ocean. John Cook, 6 A, Sevastopol.

BUY NEW PICTURE At Starr School, Miss Hill's room lave Just bought a new picture and ire paying for it themselves. . Al

ready they have made over ftre lollars on a candy sale, and they ire expecting to get the rest of the mount by selling old papers and magazines. The picture is a beautiful little oil painting showing sunlight and shadow In a grassy orchard, with several red-roofed buildings showing in the background. The school board furnished the frame, and the children are so proud of their new possession that they have it hanging up in the

very front where all may see It all the time, and they don't even want' to put glass over it for fear that)

will dim their view.

In Miss Hill's room, the janitor

brought in a picture painted t Mrs. Eggemeyer. It is out In- the country. .It has three big trees In a row, and one big tree by the house. There are some flowers, too. It shows the sun on the grass, I wish you could see it. Lloyd SU fer, Starr School.

JOSEPH HALE KN0W8 ABOUT THE INSECTS I am a boy nine years old. live in the country. I am interested in bugs and insects. We hare a small pond In front of our house. I have a book about pond insects. . Last summer we had some com pany and the men and children were going to sleep on the grass under the trees. It did not look like It was going to rain, but a little after we all got to sleep we were awakened by a crash of thunder and It started. to rain before we could get our bed clothes in the house. But the funny part of it was that

jn the morning right by the place

where we were going to sleep there was a great big worm about five r six Inches long. It was the cafe rpiller of the Regal Miller. JO SPH HALE, Hibberd school.

An Ideal Thanksgiving Day

On a Thanksgiving morning the sun was shining bright and the sky was very blue. The children were going out to play. 'There was snow on the ground and it pleased the children. You know children all love snow. They took a sled ride on the hill right by their country home. There were twelve children and they each had a sled and they all got on their sleds and flew down the hill like lightning. They played until they were called to dinner where the delightful repast was waiting for them.

Now I must tell you what they had. There was turkey, dressing, escalloped oysters, mashed potatoes, cranberries, pumpkin pie and oranges. After dinner their mother sent them out to play until she had the dishes washed. About three o'clock their mo., called them in and served them pc. corn, fudge, nuts and oranges. I hope every child had a3 good things to eat on this Thanksgiving as those children did. Esther Lieneman, 6B grade.

INDIAN AND THE BABY

A few days after the Pilgrims landed an Indian came to live with

tnem. The next morning when the Pil

prims awoke they saw that their

baby and the Indian were gone.

iney an went out and tried to find the Indian and baby. While

they were walking along they heard

a voice. The Pilgrims went to the

sound as fast as they could. But when they got there they saw the baby lying down. The Pilgrims looked about and saw the same Indian that captured the baby was dead. The Pilgrims ran to a creek as as they could go and got e water. They had no buckets, they took their hats and put water in them. They poured all the water on the baby and he came to. They took the baby home. JOSEPH HUTH, Baxter school.

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