Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 42, Number 137, 21 April 1917 — Page 16
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THIS RICHMOND PALLADIUM. APRIL 21. 1917
THE JUNIOR
The Junior Palladium 13 the children's section of the Richmond Palladium, founded May C, 1916 and Issued each Saturday afternoon. All boys and girls are invited to1 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 of 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.
Grandmother Gray's Story Corner It was one of those warm lazy Saturday mornings in April when Jiramie G.'a mother was busy maleingnew spring clothes for Jean and tittle sister Marjy, who has just had the . measles and was still peeling off. So Marjy and Jean had to stay in the house to try on dresses, and Jimmie G. was bo restless that he couldn't tell what he wanted to do, until hiB mother suggested that he might run over to Grandmother Gray's, and off he started so fast he even forgot his hat. But when he reached that little grey house, guess what? Instead of finding his grandmother baking sugar cookies or gingerbread boys or something nice and interesting, she was cleaning kitchen cupboards, and of all things that Jimmie despised, that was the worst. Fortunately, however, the cookie jar was full of good fresh, cakes, so stuffing cne in his mouth and three in each pocket, and then taking two more just for good measure he started out the back walk and went down to his special seat, where the back fence meets the wood-shed, and scrambled up there to , view the landscape while he swung his feet and munched the ex-contents of the cookie jar. But at once his attention . was drawn onto the other 6ide of the fence where a man was stooping over, and putting something in the freshly spaded ground. Jimmie watched him for some time. Then quietly slipping ; down over the fence, he came up behind the man and said in his most polite tone, "Good morning. Will you please tell me what you are doing?" The man glanced over his shoulder. "Hello Bill," he said, "where did you come from?" f "My name isn't Bill," said the little visitor, "It's Jimmie G., and I came over the fence. Want a sugar cookie? I got lots of 'em. " My1 grandmother bakes them and they're awful good." The man straightened up and pushed his hat back on his head. He was a big man and Jimmie G. had to look up pretty high to see all of him. "No, I wouldn't take your cakes even if your grandma did bake them. 1 reckon she's Mrs. Gray that lives over here," he said, nodding his head towards the little grey house. "Yes," said Jimmie G., and "I'll tell you, .she's the best grandmother that ever lived." . "Well, that may be," said the man. "I never saw my grandmother." "You didn't." gasped Jimmie O. "Why didn't she ever make you a gfnger-bread boy, or anything?" , "Not that I ever knew of," said the man. "She lived in Ireland and we lived here." "Oh!" And Jimmie G.'s eyes grew big. "Then are you an Irish-! man, and is you name Pat?" "Not quite," chuckled the man, "it's Michael. But if I keep on talking to you the Germans will starve use out of house and home before I get my onions set." "Do onions set and hatch out little onions just like chickens do," asked Jimmie O. growing Interested. "Well no, jrou couldn't just exactly say that," Bald that big Mr. Michael, scratching his head. "Why you talk like you never had a garden." "I haven't," admitted Jimmie G., feeling very slighted. "la that right," said the man. "Why don't you know our country is In war and every man, woman and child should be planting onions and cabbage and potatoes end all the other things we will be needing all the time? Many's the time I've heard my father tell how he would
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come home when he was a little fellow and they were having so many wars over there in the old country, and he'd be that hungry his little band would be placed over his stomach, and he'd come up to his mother, my grandmother, and he'd say, "Mother, might we be having something for dinner today?" And she'd wipe a tear out of her eye with the corner of her apron as she'd say, "Ah my son, if you could eat this bony hand of mine, I'd give it to you ,but all we have is a crust of bread and a bite of cabbage, and the good Father only knows where we'll get a mouth full for tomorrow." And they say that those poor Belgiums and Germans and Polanders and all the others over there, that have been these two years and over starving themselves and shooting their neighbors, are in just the same fix now as my poor father was then. And the good Father only knows what we'll be coming to If this war keeps up many years more. So you better make a garden like the rest of us, and then you can grow yourself a good dinner for the times to come." ". '., "Say, do you suppose I could have a garden," asked Jimmie G. "Sure you could, just ask your grandma.' "1 know," breathed Jimmie, "I'll ask her to let me have one right by the fence, and then you can spade it up for me, and help me make my onions set, can't you?" Jimmie's new friend chuckled to himself softly. "YouH get along all right in this world," he said, nodding his head. "Sure I'll help you make a garden, if your grandma says all right." So next week you can look for Jimmie G.'s first experience in gardening. A woman has . been placed in charge of the electric lighting station at Bradninch, near Necter, England. YOUNG BRITISH PEER ON THE FIRING LINE The younger peerage of Great Britain is well represented on the fighting front in northern France. The photograph shows John Albert Edward William. Mhe Marquis de Blandford, son of the former Consuelo Vandcrbilt, of New York, who will become the tenth Duke of Marlborough. Although not yet twenty years of age, he has been in active service for some time.
THE HEN AND THE FOX
Once a hen was out eating grass. ' And a fox came along add said, "Good morning Mrs. Chickabiddy," "Good morning Mr. Fox," said Mrs. Hen. "I have a new trick," said Mr. Fox. "I want you to try it" "Alright" said Mrs. Hen. What is it?" "Shut your left eye and give a loud shout very few animals can do that," said Mr. Fox. "Ho, ho," laughed Mrs. Hen, "that Is easy." "It is not as easy as you think for, try it once." So she shut her left eye and shouted, "Cut cut kada cut!" And it happened that her left eye was on the side that Mr. Fox was. And he seized her and scampered down the road. But just then the owner of the hen came out and saw what had happened. And she called out "Drop that hen, she belongs to me!" Then the poor hen, gasped, "Tell-her-I-be-long-to-you." Then just as Mr. Fox laid her down to tell the woman, the heft ran, and flew up to the top of the nearest tree. And then she shut her left eye, and shouted over and over, again. While Mr. Fox slunk away in the bushes, and said to himself, "That is what comes of talking when one has something else to do." And I'm glad to say, that the hen never ventured that close to a fox again. Esther Weist age 9 years. A SURPRISE PARTY Little Mary sat by the window looking out Some children were coasting down the hill in front of her home as it was Saturday. There were Susie Jones, Annie Merle, Bessie Gray, Ted and Ned Smith and Tom and Dick Burns. They were having lots of fun. Mary was out there yesterday playing, too, but she fell off of her sled and sprained her ankle so she had to stay in the house, and could not go to schoof on Monday. At last Monday came. She saw the children go by to school. She wished she could go with them but she could not walk. That day at school the children thought they would give her a party so that night they asked their mothers and they said they could, so on Tuesday afternoon they went to Mary's house and they surprised her so that she did not know what to do and then the children gave her some presents; then Mary's mother gave them some candy and cake to eat. Myrtle Irvln, 4A, Whitewater school. MY SCHOOL GARDEN One day last week some rhiMron in my room went to make gardens. My garden is about six feet long and fifteen feet across. We spaded the - gardens and then leveled them off. We had to make fif teen rows. I planted eight rows of onions and in each row I nut twen ty-five onions. Then we had six rows iert. I put half lettuce and radishes there. I covered them. T hope they will come up soon. I minic we an win go out next week and work at our gardens to keep weeds out. This summer we will have a fine time pulling the weeds oui or our gardens. Nellie Ramey, Whitewater School, grade 5B. CAT COMES BACK HOME I have a white cat. We call him "Whlly." One night he ran away and stayed for a month. Then one night after he ran away my brother came up the stairs and said,- "Mother, I saw Whity, I know I did." I ran down stairs and looked for him, but I could not find him. But the very next day Whity was back home, and he has stayed ever since. Ruth Brady, Warner School. MONKEY DOES TRICKS Once upon a time I saw a monkey in the show. It climbed upon a desk and began to play a drum. Then another monkey came in and began to dance. A bear came in and one of the monkeys got upon the bear's head and the monkey began to pick lice off of him. All the people began to laugh and the children thought they saw something they wouldn't forget. Tuebert Perkins, Third grade, Whitewater, Ind.
THE BROWN CREEPER
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This little brown bird Is one of our best friends in this part of the country, and yet how few of the girls and boys around here really know him. He is just about ' the size of a sparrow, and almost the same color, too, but he acts very differently. Instead of quarreling and fussing from morning to night, the little brown creeper goes busily to work as soon as daylight comes, scouring the trunks of the trees from the bottom almost up to the top, carefully searching every crack in the bark for larvae or harmful insects' eggs, and destrojrL11UL l V llUUg. J- Ul 1 11 V 111 Ltl. brown creeper only stays here in the winter time, and perhaps even now they all have felt the call of spring time so much that you will not be able to find them until next fall. But keep watching for this little bird, and try to get really acquainted with him. Remember that he looks quite like a little sparrow, but that you only will see him busily at work, going right straight up the side of a tree, turning his little head frord side to side, steadying himself with his tail braced against the tree, and doing us unlimited good by destroying hundreds of harmful insects and worms before they can hatch out in the summertime. Boy Beat Dog That Saved His Life Once upon a time at little boy about eleven years of age was seen striking his dog, Rover. His father said in an angry voice, "Why are you striking poor Rover?" "Because he stepped on my kite and almost put a hole in it," said Harry. "Well, he did not do it on purpose, did he?" Harry said crossly, "He is old enough to know better." "I think he is much wiser than you are," said his father. "If he had been as foolish a dog as you are a boy he would have bitten you. Have I never told you how Rover saved your life?" "No," said Harry. "Well, he saved your life from a snake." His father told him the whole story and he was never unkind to Rover again. Robert Thomas, Warner School, 4B grade. CANARY PULLS DOG'S TAIL Fluffy is a little yellow canary. Mrs. Carlton is the little canary's mistress. In winter they shut the doors and let the little bird fly aronnd in the house. It has a song that it sings in the morning. A 'id a Bong that, It sings at night. They cover the cage up at night because when It sees the electric light he thinks It Is morning and begins to sing. It will fly upstralrs and all around. It will come and sit on Us mistress's hand, and eat sugar from her hand. It will fly down and pick hairs from the dog's tail. It Is very tame. Maude Matthews, 6B Grade, Warner School.
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 rotation, so do not expect the answer to be printed in the tame week in which you send It in. Dear Aunt Molly: How many different kinds of orioles have we in Ohio and Indiana? Esther Weist. My dear Esther: The only two kinds with which J. am acquainted : are the Baltimore oriole and the orchard oriole; both of these are rather common, though at first glance many people probably would think the orchard oriole was a robin. Ed. Dear Editor: I looked in the" Easter number of the Junior and expected to find out why Easter does not have one date, as other holidays do, and how you can tell when it is coming. But no one had asked about it, and so I will have to ask you myself. D. 0. H. The rule for Easter Sunday, is that it comes on the first Sunday after the first full moon following the 21st of March; or if the full moon comes on the 21st of March it 13 the first Sunday after that. This custom is kept from the old Jewish custom of the feast of the Passover, because it was to celebrate that feast that Chriat went to Jersualem the' last time and held the last supper before his death Ed. WHAT GRANDMA TELLS My little grandmother has come To our house to stay, To mend our clothes and stockings up And drive our tears away. And all us other children, when we've Had our play and fun, Will get around my grandma's knee, Just like you would have done. And we. listen to the war tales That my grandma tells about. And them enemies '11 get you, If you don't watch out. Adapted from "Little Orhpant Annie" by Myrtle Gibson, White School. What the Heart Does The blood flows through our body just as water is pumped from a well. The color of the blood is white and the red-corpuscle make the -blood red. Arteries take the blood from the heart, and veins bring it back to the heart. The heart pumps the blood over the human body. The two kinds of corpulscles are white and red. The size of our heart is like our closed fist By Vada Marshall, Warner School, 5A grade. EXCHANGE COLUMN Open to All Boys and Girls. These Ads Cost You Nothing; Send In Your "Wants" to The Palladium Junior. WANTED Girls and boys for our army. If you want to join please call at 312 No. 11th, or see William Campfield or Richard Campfield at Starr School. LOST Dark face Ingersoll watch, with a Dickinson Trust Co. fob. Please return to St Andrew's school or John W. Torbeck. 302 S. 9 St LOST Striped , hair ribbon, last Tuesday; phone 1366. LOST A red hair ribbon, between South 14th street and High school or high school and 9th and A st 'Phone 4012 or call Valle school. Hazel Haustetter.
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