Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 42, Number 41, 30 December 1916 — Page 14

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THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM The many friends a playmate met at his home on his birthday. Write a story telling why they are standing at the door. - The Junior Palladium Is .the children's section of the Richmond Palladium, founded May 6, 1016, and Issued eaehSaturday afternoon. All boys and girls are Invited to be reporters and contributors. News Items, social events, ."want" advertisements, stories, local jokes and original poems are acceptable, and will be published. Articles should be written plainly and on one side ef the paper with the author's name and age signed. - Aunt Molly is always glad to meet the children personally as they bring their articles to the Palladium office, or to receive letters addressed to the Junior Editor. This is your little newspaper and we hope each boy and girl will use it thoroughly. The Ghum Club Corner

? Chum mother, chum sister, and tBttle chum brother were holding a meeting in the big cozy chum chair j 'pie last night of the old year, planif .year mean r the most, when suddenly little chum brother burst (out, "But It isn't fair, mother." John V io a great big model builder for , Christmas, and new he can learn how to make everything. But I ? - anV ,-.-: . :. ' ' "Marconi never had a model builder, and yet he invented the wireless i: telegraph," suggested nothcr. "I don't care," persisted the litcle brother. "I wish something was ilvided out even to everybody." "I know something that is given equally to everybody, and It is very precious, too." said Chum Mother very softly. " It is a sort of a little coupon, and everyone has exactly

me same numDer 01 tnem every flay. Each one may spend his little coupons for anything he wants to. You can spend them for new books, or games, or doll dresses, or for inventing machines, or making sick folks happy, or most anything.' "Little coupons, mother, what are they ?" begged chum sister. "I've never seen any, so how could I spend them?" Chum mother looked down at the little gold watch on her wrist. Then she held It close, first to chum sister's ear and then to little brother's. "Listen," she said, "there is the busy little shop man, keeping count UERY CORNER The editor will try to answer questions readers of the Junior submit to her. She will not promise to answer all of them. The questions will be answered In rotationr so do not expect the answer to ! be printed in the name week in which you Bend it In. ... . ; ... . .- -.. v: . Dear" Aunt Molly: What are phonographrecords made out of and how do they get the music and talking on the records? Myrtle Gibson " My dear Myrtle; After an encyclopedical ramble about town, I learn that phonograph records are made of wax, and that the "music or talking" Is "put on the record" by the artist singing into a horn whereby the sound wave vibrations make little ridges on a metal master record, and from this they are pressed Into the wax records which we buy. Ed. ,. Dear Editor: How do you make automobile engines? Dick T. Dear Dick: I don't make them. Dear Aunt Molly: Would you please tell me who Jimmy G is? I always look for his questions, they are so funny. Myrtle Gibson. Dear Myrtle: Since Jtmmie G. Is one of my best make-believe nephews 1 hardly like to parade him before the lime light. lie usually comes in after everyone else has gone, and we talk things over. He Isn't very old, so he can't write very well. But, Myrtle, he has one bad habit; he chews gum awfully 'oud when he gets mad. Ed. Junior Editor: What is the difference between celluloid and Tilca? A reader Celluloid Is an artificial compound made from vegetables, while mica is a natural mineral found in different parts of the world. Ed. Say, honust. Aunt Molly, do you think It doe much good to make a iole lot ov new years resolusbuns? Jimmle G. Well, Jimmle, honestly there is a good deal in the making. Aunt M. . It takes a pressure of over 100 pounds to break a hen's egg when Dressing on the ends.

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of the way your coupons are spent right now. And there are his hands pointing around on the dial to show you how much you have spent already. Can you guess what your coupons are? They are your twenty four hours each day. That was all President Lincoln had to spend for his great life, that is all Thomas "Edison has to spend for his great inventions. And both of you have just as many as they, to spend for the things you want. Now, chum folks will you be more careful the way you spend your coupons? I hope so."

Only one life to live, Juniors: what are you going to make of It? This is just at the new year, with all its three hundred and sixty five days stretching out fresh and big before you.;. How are you going to use it? The only way you can be anything is to grow to be. Robert Louis Stevenson could not write any better when he was a boy than you can but he started trying then, Abraham Lincoln didn't know any more about being president when he was ten years old than a Richmond boy, but he sat up at night reading books by candle light, learning how. And you, what are you doing? Remember, Juniors, only one life to live, but you can make it just what you want it to be if you begin now and, day by day, grow. There was a German merchant in the days of old, who used to travel with costly jewels from .city to city. His name was Berthold. He was an earnest, warm-hearted man, but he had a fiery temper and a sharp tongue. One day, toward night, he was journeying In the pines; there were scudding clouds, a great shade came down on the forest, and rain seemed about to fall. Berthold saw that he could not reach the city that evening. He was alone in the wild forest with his portmanteau of jewels. What was he to do? Night came on. The moon rose, and was darkened. The forest roared with the wind. Around him were beasts of prey. What could he do? He stumbled on. At last he saw a gleam of light. It came from a window in tho forest. He hastened toward it, and rapped on the door. The door slowly opened. A grey-haired old woman with a beautiful face stood before him. "Who lives here?" asked Berthold. "A poor collier and his family. Why do you come?" "I am a traveler, belated and lost. Will you give me food and lodging for the night?" "I will give you food, but I cannot give you lodging, though loathe I would be to refuse a stranger a roof on such a night as this." Her husband now appeared, holding a light over her shoulder. "It harts my heart to refuse a stranger," said he, "but you would be better off in the woods than here. How the wind roars! TLere, the light has blown out. Come in!" . The merchant entered. The great log room had an open fire, and around it sat the most beautiful children he had ever seen. Tho woman spread the table. As he finished the meal he said, "You surely would not send me out into the forest on such a night as this?" "Stranger," said the collier, "yoti may stay, at your peril, though tt you win obey wiat I tell you, no harm will come." The table was , cleared, and the good woman Drougni out. me musical glasses. She tuned them, and when the children touched them the most beautiful music arose; and the father an J mother clasped their bands, and the family sang. "Now the Woods are aBeposing." but still the wind was wild. "Now," said the father,

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"we must pray." They all knelt down, the merchant with them. As the collier was praying, the door slowly opened and the fresh air fanned the fire. The merchant looked up what was at the door? What indeed! A little dwarf stood there, in, a red mantle. He seemed withered and pinched up, and his eyes were like coals of fire. He cast an evil look at the merchant, and slowly closed the door. The j mercnani wonaerea. . ow, sai i the collier, rising, "I will show you to your chamber. But listen! If anything enters your room in the night, think holy thoughts, and no harm will come. Do not be angry; do not utter any evil words, if you do not obey me, you will bring trouble upon me " "And we would have to live all those years over again," said the wonian, with a look of distress. "Think holy thoughts, whatever may happen!" The merchant went up to his chamber, and, placing hi ) portmanteau on his bed, laid himself down to rest. He was nigh asleep, when the door of his chamber flew open, and the little d&arf with the red mantle entered. Tha dwarf approached the bed, his eyes gleaming in the darkness. Ho stood for a time looking at the merchant. Then laid his hands on the portmanteau. The merchant's anger kindled, and he uttered a fearful oath. The dwarf began to grow. The merchant bade him go, with more profane words. The dwarf grew at every evil word, taller and taller, more dreadful in form and feature. "Help!" shrieked the merchant. His voice awoke the hous. The dwarf, now a giant, rushed down the stairs. The collier and his wife appeared. "What have you done to our house, spirit?" cried the collier. "You have not been thinking holy thoughts. You have made him grow to the demon he was of old! We have lived him down by righteous lives, and he had become smaller and smaller, and we hoped to see him disappear." "And, now," cried the collier's wife, bursting into tears, "we wiil have to live all those years over again!" The moon was now shining in a still sky, and the merchant took his portmanteau and hurried away. Ten years passed, when night overtook the merchant Berthold la the same forest again. It was a pleasant night, and the merchant

bethought himself of the collier. He saw a light in the same house, and went to the door and knocked "Come, in Gcd's name, and wel come," said a voice. He entered. The family had tuned the musical glasses and were kneeling down to pray. The merchant knelt with them. Then he listened for the door to open. But the room was still. And, instead of the dwarf, there came, as it were, a beautiful light into the room. The merchant looked up. There was a glorious face forming in the shadows, and as the collier prayed on, it grew more and more distinct, and came and hovered over them, with a gold en circle above the head and with glistening wings. It was the face of an angel. The merchant told the family who he was. "Stay with us, ve pray you," said, the collier's wife. "There is nothing to fear; we have lived him down, and now, praised be the Lord, there is an angel in the house. Did yc.u know

Exchange Column LOST A brown kid glove for the WANTED Some basketball team left hand. Please return to the to play every Saturday. For inPalladium office. formation see Homer Carpenter, 724, South 9th street, or Garfield LOST A pair of Boy Scout Gloves, school. black. If found call at Ballinger's, 220 Lincoln Street or phon FOR SALE A Premo camera for 3158. - sale. Call Baxter school or 110 : S. W. 7th street, Margaret Stevens. FOR SALE A good shepherd dog. : See Paul Plrvrncrr nf rail at 21ft -v oi i u n-wmnwfr-df loet articles NT West Third. have been found in the Boys' De- , partment of the Y. M. C. A. OwnFOR SALE A new model moving ers niay have same by describing. picture machine with complete y rj g , outfit including films, show creen ! '. ! and tickets. Will sell at half LOST Clifford A. Burr lost a golf price if sold at once. Call 307 ball on 18th street. Please return North 17th Street. Anette Barr, it to 417 North 17th street. 12 years, City. Have a good Brown Chinchilla FOR SALE Nearly new 16 year overcoat that I have outgrown. old boy's overcoat. 223 North Will fit boy 5 to 8 years. For $2.00. Nineteenth street. Call 203 South 7th street.

FOUND A membership emblem of the Boy Scouts club. Owner may obtain his lost property by applying to the Junior Editor at the Palladium office. FOUND A child's kid glove for left hand, with one finger-well chewed Inauire Palladium office.

one may live so as to change an evil into an angel?" Selected by Howard Satchwel 8 years old, grade 3, St. Andrew's school.

New Year's Resolutions There is one big resolution that every Junior ought to make, and keep. We say it because of the terrible accidents in the last few weeks, when one boy caught his leg in a wheel and ripped it to pieces as he was hooking on a wagon, and another boym shot hs best friend in the eye with an air rifle making him blind for lite. Write this on a piece of paper and carry it in your pocket where you can read it over every half hour, and remember it forover and ever: "I will fight the monster who breaks children's bones, puts out their eyes, leads them in danger, gives them sickness and causes their death. I WILL FIGHT CARELESSNESS." FOUND A key ring with five keys, a bent button hook and a Boy Scout emblem on it. Loser may apply at the Palladium office for his property. FOR SALE Model Builder, good as new. Carl Lohman, 206 North 22nd street, city.