Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 42, Number 71, 3 February 1917 — Page 13

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM. FEB. 8. 1917

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The Sandman Story FOR TONIGHT

HANS AND THE OGRE Part I Little Hans was a poor boy, who grew up alone, and If he had a mother and father he did not know anything about them, for the first thing he could remember was living all alone In a hut in a forest One day he was out in the forest looking for berries, when he saw a house in the distance with smoke coming from the chimney. "There is something to eat in that house," said Hans to himself, "else there would be no smoke," so off he ran to the house and knocked at the door. But after knocking and knocking no one came, and Hans pushed the door open, for it was unlatched, and looked in. On the stove there was a kettle, and the steam which came from it gave forth an odor Avhich made Hans' mouth water with a desire to taste the contents. Hans stepped into the room and waited to see If anyone came, but all was still excepting the crackling of the fire and the bubbling of the soup in the kettle. Hans took a step nearer the stove and then listened, but no sound came to his ear but that which he heard before. Hans walked to the stove and looked into the boiling pot. "Hum, hum," he said, drawing In deep breaths. "I'll just taste it," said Hans, looking around for a spoon, which he found and dipped it into the kettle bringing up a spoonful of soup.

"My, that is good! I will take just one more taste," he said. "I could taste it better if it were not so hot," said Hans, so he mov-

"It is very good Soup," said Mans. ed the kettle off the stove and waited for it to cool. There was no door in the room but that by which he had entered, and as no one came in when the soup was cool Hans tasted it again.

PRIZE COMPOSITION

(Printed with no corrections.) HOLLAND Holland is a very small country

In the western part of Europe. It

is east across the ocean from us. This country is very flat. It is below the level of the sea. The Rhine river flows across it. The children of Holland are very pretty. They have full faces blue eyes and yellow hair. The girls have long full skirts litle jackets and little caps with gold braid on them. The boys have velvet trousers. They are very wid and baggy, They come down to their knees. Both boy and girls have wooden shoes and what a noise they make walking up and the streets. In winter the canals are frozen. The first day is a Holiday and every one has skates. They ride on sleighs sleds and if they hav not sleds or sleighs they ride on chairs with runners on them. Every one has a very rice time In Holland in the winter time. In Holland there are dikes more than half way around the country to keep out the sea. The dikes are made of earth and stones. Some of they are wid enough to bild houses on and two wagons might pass side by side. They are very strong. Every farmer has a windmill. They are used to pump water out of the land grind corn and saw wood. Some of the windmills are about three stories high and some of the people live in the first part. The people of Holland have windmills because there are no swift running streams to turn the mills. Louise Krone, 4 A Grade, Baxter School. This is the prize composition in the Fourth Grade.

"It is very good soup,' said Hans, "I will take just one more taste!" When he had taken another taste he could not resist another and another, and In a little while he was at the bottom of the kettle and all the soup was gone. Hans was a little frightened now for he had not intended to eat all, and he knew he should not have eaten any of it, for it did not belong to him, but poor little Hans had been hungry all his life and never before had he had enough food at one time to satisfy his appetite. So when the soup was gone he thought he better go home before some one came and caught him there. He was just going out the door when something took him by the shoulder and Hans was shaken so his teeth rattled in his mouth. "What do you mean by eating all my soup, you little wretch," said a gruff voice. "I have a good mind to put you into the pot and boil you alive." . Poor little Hans was frightened nearly out of his wits, but he managed to look around to see what had grabbed him.

If he was frightened before, he was more frightened now, for he saw a creature with three ears looking at him with three pairs of eyes and talking to him with three

mouths and tongues. Hans expected to see three pairs of hands, but there were only two hands, though from the shaking they gave him Hans was very glad there were no more. One head had no hair at all and another had hair like a dog all over the face as well as the head, and on top were a pair of horns. The third head had long hair which fell over the shoulders of the queer-looking creature which had Hans in his grasp. Shaking all three heads at once, the strange creature shook Hans again and asked him what he meant by coming into his house and eating his soup. Hans looked up to answer him and then he saw where the creature had come from so unexpectedly and suddenly. There was a hole in the ceiling and Hans saw a ladder had been let down close beside the creature that had captured him. "I didn't see anyone and I was hungry," answered Hans. "I am sorry I ate your soup and I will do anything you ask to repay you for what I ate." "You will repay me," laughed the Ogre, for that was what it was, "why you are too small to do anything, but. as you seem to be willing to try I will give you a task, and if you fail, into the pot you go. You need not think you can escape for I can overtake you, no matter how far or how fast you may run." Then for the first time Hans looked at the Ogre's feet and found he had six feet two for each head. The Ogre was not very tall. Of course, he was taller than Hans very much, but not as tall as you would have expected one with three heads and six feet to be. Hans told him he would do anything he asked if he would only spare his life, so the Ogre told him he wanted some wood for his winter supply, and that there was a hundred trees that we wanted cut down and sawed into logs for his stove. Hans felt that a hundred trees were a great many, but when the Ogre told him he was to start in at once and if it was ncl all finished by the next morning he should make soup of him, Hans knew he might as well jump into the pot at once. However, the Ogre told him to run along and gave him a hatchet

to work with, and after pointing out the trees, left Hans and went back to his home. Next week I will tell you how Hans escaped. Next week's story "Hans and the Ogre." Part II. PRINTER'S PI Ym uonctyr eti' fo ethe, weest andl fo bitylre fo teeh I ings ladn werhe my athfers eidd danl fo lite gilpirms ridpe rmof evyer maiunont edis Re reefomd lngro. Raymond W. Gordan.

(An8wec-frxt Week.)

AN IMAGINATION STORY Today our teacher asked us to write a story suggested to us by these lines: I watch the slow flakes as they fall On bank and brier and broken wall Over the orchard waste and crown All noislesBly they settle down Tipping the apple boughs and each Light quivering twig of plum and peach. This is what I see: I see big white fleecy flakes of snow, slowly drifting down from the cold gray skies falling on a great gray stone castle, a relic of many centuries ago, covering the brown leafless ivy vines clinging to the cold gray skies falling on a they look like long white slender fingers reaching about on the wall. They cover the high hill that rises back of the castle. Thy fall on the wild thorny rose bushes and on the prickly thistles that we so hate to touch dusting them lightly with the powder-like snow. They softly fall on the broken stone wall that surrounds the old castle. They softly cover the bare orchard, falling on the waving boughs of the leafless trees, that in the preceding summer had borne such delicious fruit, until they resemble white human arms bending under the burden of the flaky snow. They softly touch the tiny apple that hangs on the dear old apple tree. They fall on the bare twigs of the plum tree until they tremble under the weight. And they wrap the rough brown bark of the boughs of the peach trees with a soft warm blanket for the tender buds beneath, which makes us think of spring and that other snowy shower of delicate blossoms. Ruth Wolke, age 11, grade 6, St. Mary's School.

Poor Old Tags

Popular Science

Some New Inventions. An unsinkable life buoy has been invented which will hold forty persons and feed them for several days. It weighs two thousand pounds and will ride upright in roughest of seas. A new way has been invented to help the deaf mute to talk at night. Small electric light bulbs are placed on the ends of -the fingers so that the movements can be seen in the dark. George Wissler, 6A Grade, Baxter School.

CLASS SEES MASTODON When I was in Mrs. Stillingor's room she took us all to the museum and we saw a mastodon that used to live many years ago. Mary Jaue Schillinger, Warner School.

How much money has a team of horses? Why, two bits. Carl Mc-Creary.

BY CLAUDE Q. MILLER

Tags was certainly a real dog. Tracy had even taught him how to say his prayers. You know, Tracy, Rozzy and I have a regular society and we had a dog. Tags had always been the fourth member of the society, he was always with us and when we had a big spread we never forgot Tags. We didn't think of Tags as a

dog, somehow, he was Just good old Tags. Once when we three fellows went down to the river to build a

raft, we forgot our. hammer, and Tracy showed Tags what he wanted, (for Tags had carried our tools back and forth for us when we

built our den) and Tags ran as hard as he could and brought us the hammer. And I tell you when a

dog does that you want to elect

him president of the society or something. As I was telling you. Tags was one of the society and he always slept in the club rooms up iu Tracy's barn. We three boys took turns feeding him. But time went on until something happened to Tags, we fellows didn't know just exactly what. Tags seemed to wobble along on three legs, and one day about three weeks ago he didn't come down when we called him. We thought Tags hadn't finished his breakfast yet, but after a while Tracy began to act restless and said he felt like there was something the matter with Tags, so we all went up the stairs to the mow together. Tags was lying there in his bed, hardly even wagging his tail. He looked up at us just as feeble, with his eyes sort of watery, and I 1 tell you I felt funny. Tracy stooped over Tags talking nice words and petting him, and then he got up and said to Rozzy, "Rozzy Williams, you cut out your bawlin' and tell Helen and Miss Cook to come out here. Tell 'em to bring the castor oil, too." Then we knew something was the matter because Tracy never allowed anybody in those rooms. Miss Cook was the nurse at Johnson's house and Helen was Tracy's sister. , Tracy and I moved poor old Tag.V bed over in front of the window, and Tags was so weak all he could do was to lick Tracy's hand. After a few minutes Miss Cook, Rozzy and Helen came up the stairs, with my sister, Elizabeth, tagging after them. - Miss Cook went over to the bed and felt poor Tags all over. Then she said he had something, 1 forgot what, but it east up the in'ards of a fellow, and that nothing would save him, except a awful high costly operation. But Tags had always been a good friend of ours so we boys went down stairs and had a special meeting. We fellows all had some money, and just now we were sav-

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tag It for a new club room, to Ro sy who was treasurer reported fit-ty-three dollars and eighteen cent! in the fund. That seemed a lot, but Tags was our friend and oar friend was slok. We got Dr. Pegg to come after lunch and look at Tags, but he onlf shook his head. Lai , I bet he didn't know how bad he made us feel. Rozzy felt so bad he forgot to pay Dr. Pegg for the trip, and Tracy wandered down stairs and kicked the old Tabby cat clear across the sidewalk. I just sat and and I looked at Tags, and Helen, who seemed to like to nurse him. Dr. Pegg began gathering up hie things into the old black case and left some brown things like pills for us to give Tags every hour, and Tags took the first one as meek as a kitten. Dr. Pegg left, and after a little while Tags went to sleep. The next day I went to school, but Tracy stayed at him and at evening Tracy met Rozzy and me at the school yard and told us Tags was dying. I felt my heart drop clear down Into my shoes. We went down to Tracy's cellar, and there lay old Tags. He just looked up at us feeble like and ho couldn't even wag his tail. I guess I cried and so did Tracy, but after a while we left and in the morning Tags had die, or rather he just went to dog heaven. The next day was Saturday so we met in Tracy's barn and made a regular coffin for Tags, all padded and everything. On Sunday we had a funeral procession over in Dr. Pegg's grove. Mr. and Mrs. Johnson came in the auto, and Elizabeth and Helen were there too. Dr. Peggs came out and of course all the neighborhood boys were there. Traps Hornaday was Hornaday was the minister but I didn't hear a word of his great long sermon. I guess I I sort o cried a deal. It was about four days until wo met in our rooms and paid up our bills. Dr. Pegg wouldn't take any money at all, but the wood for the coffin was a dollar and fifteen cents, and the padding was a dollar; but say, we were glad we had saved so much in order to do something for Tags. , - The next day Dr. Pegg sent for us to come over and see something and when we got there he showed us where they had buried Tags out in his grove, and there stood a real tombstone he and our fathers had bought marked: Tags , Died January 18, 1917 A friend of our Boys. Dorothyea's First Voyage (Part Two) When Dorothyea got off the ship she was in New York. They bunted up a nice hotel and the next day her father went to work. He owned an automobile company. That afternoon Dorothyea and her mother went up town in their limousine. They were going to get her some new clothes, as her mother and father wanted to send her to school to learn English and grow into a useful woman. The next day she was sent to school. It was called "The Normal." I forgot to tell vou what

her wardrobe consisted of: Nine dresses, eleven middles, ten skirts, four pairs of shoes, and twelve hair ribbons. Dorothyea had a very nice time at college and afterwords married a fine young man. Several years later she had two children and Dorothyea used to sit by the fire and tell her children about the . things she did when she was a little girl over in Italy. By Grace Simcoke, Garfield Junior High School. (The End.)

THE ADOPTED MICE Once there was an old mother cat who lived at the fire engine house in Indianapolis. She had. a lot of little kittens last summer and they all died. The firemen brought her a nest of little mice and of course they expected her to eat them. .But instead, she adopted them and fed them and took care of them all, and she still has them. This U a true story. Mary Margaret Laughlin, St. Marys School.

AEROPIAlT OBSERVED;

Serbian soldiers posted in a place of vantage in the outskirts of

Monastir to watcn ror me approach or Austrian and Bulgarian aero- A svroscone s a thin thar

planes. As soon a one is sighted word is f lashed to headquarters and j to balance boats and air-ships : Serbian birdmen rise to meet and turn back the enemy. Herbert I Hall, Whitewater School