Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 42, Number 59, 20 January 1917 — Page 13

TIIE RICHMOND PALLADIUM. SATURDAY. JAN 20. 1917

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The Sandman Story FOR TONIGHT

Mr. Fox and Mrs. Turkey. It had been a hard, cold winter for Mr, Fox; snow had been on the ground most of the time, so there was little for Mr. Fox to eat most of the time. The turkeys and hens had stayed close to the barnyard and most of the time in their house, bo one morning when the sun -was warm Mr. Fox, who was driven by hunger nearer to the barnyard than he usually went in the day time, was surprised and pleased to sec Mrs. Turkey and her family walkIng toward him down the road. Mr. Fox was so excited that he almost ran toward them, but he was wise as well as hungry, and knew that if he was lucky he might entice Mrs. Turkey and her family to walk with him, and by so doing could get the whole family instead of one for his dinner. He smacked his lips, thinking of the days he would feast, for he had spend many days that winter fasting, but Mr. Fox put on his sweetest smile and stepped from behind a rock juat as Mrs. Turkey and her family walked past. "Good morning,- my dear Mrs. Turkey," said Mr. Fox, "isn't this a beautiful sunny day and so nico for your little ones. How they have grown; almost as big as their mother; my, my, I am glad to see them looking so fat I mean looking so well and healthy." Now, Mrs. Turkey was surprised and she was frightened, but she knew well enough that if Mr. Fox had meant to carry off one of her children he would not have wasted words; he would have jumped out and taken one and made off with it at once. So, Mrs. Turkey began to think, and In the meantime she talked. "Yes, it is a beautiful day, Mr. Fox; I am glad to see you looking so well and fat." Now, Mr. Fox was so thin his bones poked up In places, making him look anything but hanfisome, but Mrs. Turkey knew he was vain, 80 she went on: "You look younger than ever, Mr. Fox. Your tail Is longer and more bushy, I think, than ever I saw it." Mr. Fox straightened himself and smiled. "Well, I take good care of myself, Mrs. Turkey; I walk a great deal. I am just on my way now to walk through the woods, and I invite you and your children to stroll along with me. If the children get tired I will be glad to carry them." The little turkeys, never having seen Mr. Fox, thought him a very jolly fellow, so they hopped about and begged their mother to go along. Mrs. Turkey knew it would not do to refuse, so she said she would be pleased to go, but she would like very much to go to the top of the hill, and see the fine view from there; then they could walk down to the woods at the foot. Mr. Fox did not care a bit how they got to the woods; all he had LOST A KEY There was once a little boy started out to the woods to cut wood. He had with him a golden key. After he had cut wood a while he saw a chest. Then he thought he would take his key and try to open It. When he looked for the key it was gone. He began to cry and went home and told his mother he had lost the key. She said to go out the next morning and see if he could find it. While he was home a man was walking through the woods. It was cold and enow was on the ground. He happened to notice something shining and picked it up. It was a golden key. He started home with It. - " ' When he got half way home he looked to see if it was still in his pocket but it was not. So he started back on the hunt of it but he could not find it. The next morning the little boy started out to the woods thinking he would find it. He looked and looked for a long time. The he thought he would finish cutting the wood and look for the key on the -ay back. When he had finished the wood he started home on the way back tie found the key. After that he ook good care of It. WILLIS KELLEY, Williamsburg, Ind. ; Age 12, Cth Grade.

In mind was to get them into the woods; all the rest would be easy. So he satd: "By all means, Mrs. Turkey, let us see the view from the hilltop first." He thought, "it will be the last one you will ever behold, Madam Turkey, so look all you liko." But while Mr. Fox was sly and wise, too, Mrs. Turkey was wise, for this was not the first family she had brought up, and she had kept all of them from Mr. Fox, so when they reached the top of the hill she stopped. "I want the children to see the view," she said, "and I wonder if you will be willing to help me." "To be sure I will," said Mr. Fox, all smiles. "How ran I assist you, madam?" "By standing on top of that stone," said Mrs. Turkey, "and letting my little ones perch on your back." Mr. Fox was so pleased with thla idea he almost laughed outright, and he ran to the stone and stood on It. "Come along" he called. "I'll stand very still; very still indeed, so they will not tumble off." The hill was very steep and stony and at the bottom was a river, and its water was very cold; all this Mrs. Turkey, quick as a wink, whisWhen Mr. Fox ran to the stono Mrs. Turkey, quick as a wink, whis pered to her little ones, "Pick at him right at his eyes and flap your wings, and then Jump and run for home or he will carry you off to his home in the woods." "Come along, children." she said, when Mr. Fox was ready. "You must thank Mr. Fox for being so kind." "Oh, do not mention such a thing, Mrs. Turkey, I beg of you," said Mr. Fox. and then something happened. Mr. Fox was never quite sure what did occur to him, but it felt as if a hundred fiends flew at him with sharp claws and

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then he found himself at the bottom of the hill In the cold water. Mr. Fox scrambled out and shook hlmf-elf; he looked at the top of the hill, but there was. of course, no one In sight, for Mrs. Turkey and her little ones were far across the fields, running for home. Mr. Fox limped home, rubbing his aching bones. "Why didn't I take one and run when I had a good chance?" he said. "1 should at least have had one meal today and now I am so lame I cannot run to the next farm; how hard life is for a fellow who tries to be kind and give pleasure to others."

A SUGGESTION Dear Aunt Molly: I am going to tell you about a suggestion that Miss Thompson made. She said all who could should bring papers and magazines. She would sell them to the junk man and with the money she would buy a new march piece for the Victrola, and some new needles. I think that is a very good plan. 1 wish other schools would do the same as Warner School. For each one hundred pounds you get a dollar. Thursday I gave about twenty magazines and papers. Miss Stillinger sent three boys down after them and we had two sleds. When we went around a corner the top ones would slide off and every time we would hit a bump the underneath ones would fall off. Whea we got to the school yard the boys had to carry them and the girls had to help. Our room had the most. MARY JANE SCHILLINGER, 8A grade, Warner School. DOG PROVES BAD PET Of course pet dogs may be lota of company and almost every boy and girl wants to have one, but you bettor be careful what kind you get. Zedonia Schnid of St. Mary's school says she has a pet dog at homo that tore up one of her dresses. William Penn arrived in America, October 24, 1682. DAMD

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YOUNG GIRL

Williamsburg has a playwrlte. In the grammar lesson the assignment was to rewrite tho story of -'Everybody Helped" In an oilgifial and interesting form, and Marjorle Hollingsworth has put it in the form of a Httle farce so perfectly that any school could use It for their morning exercises with, the boys and girls acting It out. Fur more skill Is necessary to write good conversation and action than merely to tell a story, and I he Junior Is glad to give the young author as much credit as possible. Everybody Helped Cast of Characters Mr. White. Mrs. White. .. Tailor's Hoy. Mother White. Tailor. Scene A .comfortable, well furnished sitting room, with a grate at one side.. Mr. and Mrs. White are discovered reading. . Mr. White Is sitting by the grate. Scene I Mr. White I do wish Mr. Moore would send my suit down so if any changes are to be made I can have them made in time. Mrs. White Don't get so impatient, Louis, I'm sure they will bring it down before long. (A knock at the door.) Mrs. White There Is someone knocking at the door, Louis; you go. (Mr. White looks through the door, sees the tailor's boy, and opens the door). Tailor's boy How do. Is this where Mr. White lives? Mr. White Yes, etr. Tailor's boy Here Is the suit Mr. Moore sent down. Mr. White Where Is tho bill? Tailor's boy Mr. Moore said he would stop In with it. Mr. White All right. (He closes the door and places the box on the table.) Mrs. White Aren't you going to open it? Notre Dame

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Mr. White Yea. but I want a drink first. (He leaves and conies back at once Unties string.) Mrs. White It fa prettier In a suit than in a sample.. Try ft on. Mr. White ATI right. (He tries ft on and finds to his disgust that the coat I six tocltps too long). Mr. White I should not fcavo had him make it In tho first place. Mrs. White Mercy, he has his temper stirred op now. I'm afraid he will have another nervous spell. (Mr. White goes out to walk himself into a good temper.) Scene H Mrs. White I believe I wfH surprise Louis and cut his coat oft! and hem it up as neatly as before. (She goes to her work basket, cats off the coat, hems ft up and lays It neatly in the box.) Them comes Mother White. I wonder what she will say. (Enter Mother White.) Mother White Hello; what are you doing? Mrs. White I am Just CnisMnR up ray work. Louis got his soft this morning and the coat was six Inches too long. It made him rathAt onffirv Iia tfTin nn Am liwtlb himself Into a good humor. Scene III Mrs. White Mother, I will have to go to the grocery to get some things for dinner. I will be back in a few minutes. (She goes out) Mother White For a surprise I will cut the coat off six inches and surprise them both. (She cuts the coat off, hems It up, and lays it in the box. Then she goes home.) . Scene IV (Enter Mr. White with the tailor.) Mr. White This Is where I live. Come In. Tailor I thought I would slop in and leave the bill, now do you like your suit? Mr. White Well, I guess you might as well know my trouble. After I had tried it on, I found to ray disgust that it was six inches too long. Tailor I am very sorry for the length. It was the number you had on the slip. But I hare my shears and things with me, so get your coat and I can cut It off now. Mr. White All right; here it is. - Talloi1 Why, that looks pretty Bhoft how, (He cuts it off and hems it up.) Well,TuC;r i haW cut it off. I hope it will suit you. ": Mr. White Yes, thank you. I think it will. (The tailor leaves.) I believe I will try it on. (Mrs. White and Mother White enter). ' ; Mrs. White Why, Louis, what is the matter with your coat? I cut it off six inches for you. Mother White And so did I. Mr.White The tailor came down and I had him cut off six inches. You see it is plenty short now. It doesn't even reach my knees. I guess I will have to have another one when I don't have everybody help. MARJORIE HOLLINGSWORTH, . Sixth. Grade, Williamsburg School. THE FROG'S FRIEND Once upon a time there was a. lame frog. Some boys had thrown stones at him and broken his leg. A hare hopped by. The frog said, "My i dear friend, can't you help me?" "No!" said the hare, "I have no time to help a lazy thing like you." A little later on a turtle came along and the frog asked him tho same question. "My dear fried," answered the turtle, "Jump on my back and I will take you right to your door." In a little while they arrived at the frog's house and the frog got off. "Many thanks to you my dear friend," said the frog. The turtle went home feeling very happy while the hare went home with a lump in his heart. Keith B. Sharp, 6B grade, Baxter School." BOYS ARE MUSICIANS Joy Bailey, George Wlssler and William Marshall have such ability as young musicians that they were ftettS to r'y In the Garfield orchestra six months before going to that school. William Marshall plays clarinet, while Joy Bailey and George Wlssler are second vollins.