Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 42, Number 143, 28 April 1917 — Page 14

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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM. APRIL 28, 1917

HAVE BIG FEAST ON LAST DAY OF SCHOOL

Ths counti v schools were out last Friday, and one of.thu boys was generous cnoug to start hla vaca tion by writini a letter for the Junior, We poor town folks surely .irij glad lo know what a good time they ore hnvjng even If wo do have go plodding along with our winter work fivo 'week' longer. And none cf U3 would be. one bit sorry if ether happy country boys and girls would tell us what they are doing since school was out,' would we? Dear Aunt Molly: Our school is out. We had a program the last day. You ought to havo been there for dinner. We had everything wo could eat. Lots of people were up to see us perform. And they brought things to cat, too. We had a fine time play lug and eating. - We have all kinds of flowers In the woods. Flowers are growing everywhere now. There are woods around our school house. " Lots of boys and girls hunt flowers out In the woods. You ought to come out and pick flowers some tlay. John Buhl, 12 years old, College Hill school, Spring Grove. THE FRISKY SQUIRREL Once upon a time two little girls , asked their mother if they may go to the woods and have a picnic and f ather nuts and flowers. So the mother said, "Yes if you will promise not to stay too long and got lost'V The little girls said, "All right mamma." The little girls' names are Mary and Grace. Mary is five years old And Grace is three. So their mother got their lunch rcidy and they started for the -woods. They played until they got hungry. They they ate and had a gocd time. When they had gathered all the flowers they wanted they began to gather walnuts. They heard a noise up above their heads and looked up. Then what do you think they saw? A frisky little squirrel gathering his nuts for winter. They thought they could catch It but it was too quick for them. So they went home and told their mother all about the squirrel and tbo nuts. Written by Martha Smith, Grade 4-A, Whitewater School. WHEN TRAMPS GO AWAY One morning when Mary and Frank got up it was snowing. They wanted to go out and play right away. But their mother said they must eat breakfast first. . While they were eating breakfast they heard a tap at the door. Their mother went to the door and who do you suppose was there? Why, there was an old tramp at the door. Ho was very ragged and mean looking. .. - "I want something lo eat," said he. - . . ' Their mother gave him a piece of Dread and jelly, and he went out into the yard. He would not go away. He just kept walking around in the yard. Pretty soon the tramp Baw the children's father coming home and then he ran away as fast as he could, and he never bothered them again. Mildred Louise Focht. WARNER'S PLAYGROUND Last Monday when a delegation of five representatives from Warner school went to the city hall and personally presented their plea for a larger playground, they spoke so well that the Board of Works was very favorably impressed, and Mr. Bavis, president of ; the board, at once took up the matter with Mr. Giles, the superintendent . of the schools. To use Mr. Davis's very , w ords, the children spoke their causo with - "exceptional ' intelligence"! and the board will co-operate to supply this needed ground at the earliest date. PREPARE FOR FLIES t Dear Aunt Molly: Flies are not here yet, but thy will be here soon enough. The flies are a bad insect They will carry disease. Do not leave old garbage cana out All people should try to j keep things clean. Then we would j not have any more flics Russell ! Crane, 4B Grade, Whitewater School.

POST CARDS

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Bailors are not "having very much trouble writing postal card. In fact they could not write a post card if they wanted to. The censors are so very strict that now they even, have printed a form post card, and all that the sailors have to do is scratch out what they do not want to say, sign their name and date and then mail it. If they add a single personal word, the card is thrown away.. The cut shows one post card where the sender has said "I am quite well: I have received no letter from you for a long time." That is an easy way to write to the home-folks, isn't it?

GRANDMOTHER

Jimmie O. burst into Grandmother Gray's kitchen like a small cyclone. "Oh grandmother," he shouted, "Where's my elephant bank? I'm going to make a garden and buy a whole bushel full of seeds and Mr. Michael's going to dig it up and "Jimmy not only sprinkled the ' and his mother's his little grandmother's neck as she sat by the window stemming strawberries for a short cake, and his eyes made up in enthusiasm what his words lacked. "Now Jimmie," said Grandmother Gray, "begin at the first and tell me all about it slowly, and then we can see about your elephant bank." "Welt you see, you were clean ing cupboards, and so I went down to the back fence and saw Mr.

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GRAY STORY make my onions set, and I'll raise a whole lot of little onions and things and grow myself a dinner when everybody else's a-starving, and he's going to help me and show me how, and-an' where's my bank?" Jimmie was quite out of breath by this time, but he threw his arms around I gardens, but Jean, and himself apron besides." Michael making his onions set, and I just went over and he told me all about it, and he said that I can make a garden down by the fence and grow myself a dinner, and he'll spade it up for ma And now, will you give me my elephant bank, please? I want to get some seeds and start right now." ,.' Grandmother Gray took one of the biggest red strawberries oat of the pan of cool fresh water where

it was bobbing up and down, and popped it into Jimmie G.'s mouth.

You see. Grandmother Gray was very wise. She knew that if she wanted Jimmie G. to listen to what she had to say, she would have to fill his mouth up so full he couldn't talk. "My dear little Jimmie," she began, "don't you remember how we tried to have your garden last year, and you said that you didn't like just onions and things you couldn't see because the 'real part' was under the ground? And so you wouldn't take care of your garden and the weeds grew up so badly that your poor mother didn't know what to do with It? Of course you remember. But Jimmie, I do think it would be a good plan to have a garden. I think every boy and girl should start one, because all the vegetables we have at home will help out this summer during the war times. And so I'll tell you what I think would be a good plan. "Suppose both you and Jean have a little garden down by the back fence, as you say, but instead of having just vegetables where the real part grows under ground, why not have part flowers? Up against the fence you could have beans, you know Jimmie, those good long green beans that you like so much with butter on the top; then in front of them you could have some phlox and, too, some blue and lavendar and pinkish ragged-robins." Jimmie's strawberry had gone by this time. "But grandmother," he said, swallowing the last taste, and running his tongue over the corners of his mouth. "I wants to make some onions 6et." - - "Of course," answered his grandmother. "In front of the flowers, put a row of onions, then of radishes, (you know those nice little red ones that crunch when you bite them) and then border. your garden with lettuce. Then you will have beautiful flowers to watch and good things to eat besides. "Yes," breathed Jimmie, "and Jean can have a garden right next to mine, and I'll just show her how to make things grow." ' ... And so it was all settled. Jimmie j raced home to tell his mother and Jean all about the wonderful news, j and to his great joy found them just ready to start down to Grandmother Gray's themselves. So they stopped in the corner grocery store on the way down and bought the seeds and some onion sets for Jimmie G. because he wanted to put something green into the ground right away. No sooner had they reached the yard, than Jimmie raced down to the back fence, where he saw his Mr. Michael still working. "Hi, Mr. Michael," he called, "Get your spade and come on over. We're ready to set the onions." It was quite an occasion when the garden really was started. Even Mr. McGrathy wore a broad smile as he stood with grandmother Gray and Jimmied mother and watched Jean and Jimmie G. working away planting the seeds, and "making the onions set," after the spading was done. Jimmie's mother wanted to have a finger in the pie, too, so she put on a big apron and raked the ground smooth after the last seed was in, while Grandmother Gray contributed a pink geranium for Jean's garden so that she would have something green to match Jimmie's onion sets. But Jimmie Insisted that he was doing the most for the garden when he got the hose and turned a generous spray over that whole part of the country. In fact he did do the most, because he not only sprinkled the gardens, but Jean, and himself, and his mother's apron besides. And so, while they were in the house drying off. Grandmother Gray announced that the strawberry' shortcake was done, and so they must all stay to dinner. Of course Mr. McGrathy had gone home, but Jimmie took a !arge portion over to him, "Because, you see, Mr. Michael," explained Jimmie G. in his wisest tone, "we aren't going to starve now. I'll make a big din ner ' grow out there enough for everybody. And Mr. Michael, I just .wanted to thank yeu for helping me." Do unto other, as you would wish to be done by. Wills Aughee, Fountain City, Ind. Early to bed and early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.

THE BIRDS SET FREE Once upon a time a man was walking through the street of a city. He saw a boy with a number of small birds for sale in a cage. The man looked with sadness up. on the little prisoners flying about in the cage; peeping through the wires and trying to get out. At last he said to the boy, "How much do you ask for your birds? "Five dollars," said the boy. The man gave him the money. No sooner was the bargain settled than the man opened the cage door and let all the birds fly away. Then the man turned to the boy and said, "I will tell you why I set the birds free. I was shut up three years in a French prison as a prisoner of war, and I tesolved that when I got out I never would sea anything in prison which I could make free." From Marie Smith, age 10, Morgan Creek school.

THE PUZZLED CHICKS Once there were two little chickens. They were about i week oil when they left their mothr's nest The two chicks got into the garden. They were digging worms, when to their great surprise they found a toad in front of them. They stared at him, and they looked at him, Then they pecked at him and he jumped away. They chased him out of the garden too. And chased him behind a tub. They could not find him so they went to get their mother. While they were gone he got out. and ran away. Dora Macy, No. 9 School. Girl Harnesses Dogs to S?ed I have two dogs, two birds and four kittens. In the winter time I harness my dogs and hitch them to my sled and go for a ride. I love my birds dearly. One Is named Erma and the other one Billy. If I go to put my finger in Erma's cage she will fly at me, and try to pick my finger. I take care of them every morning. My kitten's names are Fly, Fanny, Topsy and Tom. I have a little brother who likes to play with them very much. He will take them by the neck and put them in a little box. I love my pets dearly, and always will love them. Myrtle Irvin, 4A grade, Whitewater school. "PAW" AND "MA" One day my little cousin saw a cat washing its face. He asked his mot her what the cat was doing that for. So she told him it was licking its paw and washing its face to get it clean. A few days later he came running in to his mother calling, "Mother, mother, come see the kitty spitting on its ma." A true story from Richard Edwards, Whitewater School, Ind. . A SENSIBLE BOY Once upon a time a boy and his mother went up town. The boy was ten years old. His name was Ernest. They were poor. So Ernest saw a suit and he wanted it. "Mother," he said, "please get me that suit." "My dear boy," she said, "Do you know we are poor?" "Oh, I forgot dear moiher. I will get one some day," he said. "My father is away and wont send me anything. I will save my money till I get a little to get me a suit." A year later he had money for his suit. This is all, from Mayward Milton, 4A, Whitewater School. DONALD'S FIRST DOLLAR Dear Aunt Molly: I am going to tell you a story and here It is. eOne day Donald was out doors playing and he wanted some money so he thought about his old hen that his father gave him. He went to the barn to see if he could get some more eggs to till his basket and he found some. It just filled the basket and he made a dollar on it Yours truly, Ralph Henson, 4A, Whitewater School. MY FAVORITE BIRD The red head woodpecker has a red head and a white breast and black and white -wing. The woodpecker builds his nest in a tree. The red head wood-pecker is a pretty bird. The woodpecker is building bis nest in the tree. The wood pecker has a stiff tail and is pretty. Theolinda De Veto, 4A, Whitewater.

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