Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 42, Number 155, 12 May 1917 — Page 14

PACK TWO

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, MAY 12. 1917

M U S I G

Notes of Interest to Junior Palladium Readers Don't forget tliat the Richmond May Musical Festival is the most imnort.int musical event or tne year. The pupils of the grade schools will give their concert at the Coliseum. Friday aftlmoon, May 25th. The program has not yet heen announced, and when you ask the girls and toy3 about it they say: "You just wait until you hear us 6ing, for we intend to give you a big surprise." Garfield school chorus, consisting of about 400 voices, and the orchestra of about CO members, will appear on the evening of May 24th in the Coliseum. The Garfield boys glee club and girls' cliorus will also take part in this program, which la under the direction of Miss Edna Marlatt. The High School chorus and orchestra will have their concert on the evening of May 25th, and will be directed by Prof. Ralph filoane. "Didn't you enjoy hearing the little folks at the West Richmond community'' sing?" said Uncle. Major. "If you were present, you will remember how they sans 'Old Black Joe.' Right In the middle of the song. Prof. Sloane, the director, asked everyone to keep quiet except the little folks and let them sing a part of it by themselves. Yes, your Uncle Major certainly enjoyed it." J "Don't you think all us school children could get together ' and have a sing?"- asked one enthusiastic young fellow. "That's a good idea." said Uncle Major. "You might call it a public school sing, and invite children of all ages to take part, and those in the upper grades should remember that it has not been many years since they sang some of the same pleasing little songs that are now taught in the lower grades, especially some of those beautiful little verses written by Stevenson. ' "And wouldn't it be an enjoyable affair when such a varied program could be given without much preparation, just like the other big community sings?. One class or section could sing a certain part of a song, and then all together Cor 'ensemble' which is a better word to use), and then the older music students could sing or play some of your well known school ongs showing how beautiful they really are when Rood expression is given, v "Whether or not you have a public school sing, there are going to he more community sings, and it has been suggested that one should be held next Christmas (most girls -and boys think that is a long time lo plan ahead). -but anyway your Unele Major will be there." "Yes, I enjoyed the community (ngs much better , than I had exacted," said Aunt Minor.' "You all know wnat Kina oi a voice uncie Maior has, ana u always maae me feel nervous when he persisted in .singing out so loud. But I have de.cioVd that the best place for us to go is the community sing, for evni'inilo nlco cinCK 5111(1 thpTt Vflll rnn't hoar Uncle Major's mistakes." DVll TRIP ON THE OCEAN One boautiful morning in. May my father ' took John. Henry, George, Ruth and myself out on a trip on the Atlantic ocean. We started early in the morning and iook some lunch of sandwiches and pake to eat at noon for we were :f?oing to stay all day. We had been bn the ocean for about an hour A-hpn Gorge. who is so full of fun ind always frightens the children, ?al!ed out, "Oh! father, what is that?" Father said, "Goorge. that is ,n Fubraanne -cnaser tnat you children wanted to see so badly." ' It passed us ana we watch it till it . . i it . J'a mi . -n a u rm uii ur lt in nu mui m n f t i nnn flenry who is always hungry, called nut that tin watltwl Kfiniftliinir in eat And rather said that it was .noon, so we ate our lunch. After that we landed on an island and went in wading, and afterwards in swimming, until the sun went down. Then John who always wants to go a little farther out than the rest, went way out when the tide w.ts coming in and he was nearly drowned. But we had a good time. - We went home then and told mother all about It. Elma McKtesick, Starr School. " " ,

NEW YORK'S DESIGN

Escutcheon symbolizing Britannia and La France, designed by Edwin A. Blashfield, which will be part of the decorative scheme at City Hall, New York, when the British and French war commissioners arrive there. The design will be available for use by citizens as a window decoration.

BEST COMPOSITION (From a Language Lesson in Whitewater School) THE LOST BOY . Willie Burton wa3 a boy who lived in America long before the white people built their homes there. Willie's father cut down several of the trees in the forest to make a clearing, so he could build a log cabin. Willie was not allowed to go far from the clearing because there were wild animals and Indians in the forest. Of course he always wanted to obey his father and mother. But one day he saw a strange bird and he crept closer so as to get a good look at it, but the bird seeing him flew far into the forest and Willie followed after it until he became tired and sleepy. He sat down under a large oak and the leaves seemed to say "swish, swish," "sleep, sleep," and he fell fast asleep. And when he awoke it was growing darker and darker. Willie became frightened and started for home. . But where was home? There were no paths or anything to show him which way to go. He threw himself upon the ground and began to cry. While he was lying there he heard a rustling in the underbrush when he looked up, there he saw an Indian. This frightened him "but the Indian told him not to be frightened nor cry for he would not hurt, but if he would tell him where he lived he would take him home. Willie told him where he lived and the Indian picked him up and carried aim home and they were good friends ever after. Pauline Cox, 5B, Whitewater School. FIRST GRADE BOY WRITES LETTER The following letter was written by a boy in the first grade, and yet did not have a single misspelled word or a single mistake in punctuation in the whole two pages. It does not look very big in print, but it was a long letter when it was written out, and Loren can be very proud of his work. Dear Aunt Molly: I have a cat that likes to play with me. He likes to box with me. I am going to make a little garden next week. Ioren H. Williams, 1A Grade, Starr School. Blaise Pascal wa3 such a great genius that when twelve years old, using only a piece cf coal on a pavement, he worked out a geometrical problem that corresponded to one of Euclid.

IN HONOR OF ENVOYS

Children Learn About Wild Flowers Dear Aunt Molly We had a visit in the woods. Our teacher took all the boys and girls in ouc room to the woods to gather wild flowers. We enjoyed it very much. Miss Hoover taught us the names of tha flowers. When we were tired of picking flowers Miss Hoover invited us to her home. She played "My Country Tis of Thee" on the piano and we all sang. Then Miss Hoover passed fCldge around. We had a very good time, and all went home about five o'clock. Mary Louise Betlige, age 8, grade 3, College Hill school. MRS. WILSON APPEALS TO

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Mrs. Woodrow W'ilson, Mrs. Thomas R. Marshall, wife of the VicePresident, and the wives of Cabinet members have agreed to reduce their scale of living to the simplest possible form, as an example to other women of the country, according to dispatches from Washington.: They have also issued a general appeal to the women of America to economise as far as possible in order to prevent the danger of suffering later oil

MARTA'S DOLL Marta, the little Belgian peasant girl, was playing with her doll one sunny afternoon In January. She sat before the fire in the small hut where she and her mother lived alone, for her father had gone to war. She was singing to her doll when her mother ran into the room, her face as white as the snow outside, and her eyes wide open with terror. "Marta! Marta!" she cried. "We must go quickly! The German soldiers are coming, aud what will happen If we are taken captive? Come!" Although Marta was only four years old, she understood only too well who the Germans were, for, since the war began, she had heard many horrible stories of the cruelty of the Germans to the Belgian peasants. So, hugging her precious doll in her arms, she ran after her mother, who was hastily tying some household goods in a large blanket. Already the narrow village street was crowded with terrified peasants. Women with children clinging to their skirls, men too old to fight, and boys too young, all helped to make up a wailing mob of people. Marta and her mother joined the throng, trudging along quickly at first, but slowly and more slowly as the cold began to penetrate their heavy shoes and wraps. At last, Marta felt as if she could not move another step, but, being brave, she uaid nothing to her mother, who, weighed down by the heavy bundle was dragging her tired feet along wearily. Suddenly everything turned black, and Marta fell, dropping her doll in the snow. Her mother, letting her bundle fall, picked up the worn-out child and went on, leaving the doll lying where it had fallen. At last the

refugees reached a monastery, where they were cared for by the kindly monks. A few weeks later, after the snow had melted, some belated travelers, anxious to get out of the country, came along the path and, finding Marta's doll, they took it to America with them, little dreaming the story which lay behind it. By Lois Williamson, Columbus, Ohio. God could not be everywhere, therefore He made mothers. Hebrew Proverb. The mother's heart is always with her children. Proverb. WOMEN TO ECONOMIZE

Girls Take Dolls Out Boat Riding

Little Bertha 'went with her mamma one fine summer day to visit Mrs. Williams who lived in the country. She took her dolly with her, as she always did wherever she went. Mrs. Williams had a daughter whose name was Minnie. Minnie was larger than Bertha, and she did everything she could to make her little visitor happy. They fed the chickens and the pigs and looked at the colts and calves ever so long; then they picked a basket of wild flowers by the side of the pond. "Oh," said Minnie, "let us get, in the boat and I will push you out in the pond." So they put the basket of flowers in one end of the boat and set dolly in the corner at the other end. Then the two little girls jumped in and were pushing out among the tall reeds, when two geese came swimming up and little Bertha fed. them with a cracker. The two little girls had a delightful afternoon, and Bertha went home very happy over her visit to the farm. Dorothy Winsett, Age 10, 5B Grade, Starr School. FROM THE KINDNESSAEROPLANE "While Betty Jane was sitting at the dinner table, she Interrupted her father by saying, "Why doesn't old Mrs. Robinson ever have anyone to talk to, mother?" "Be quiet don't you hear your father talking about the big aeroplanes that fly 'way up in the clouds?" Early that evening Betty Jaue went to bed because she had run and played all day. She lay quite still in her little bed and after a while a little boat came rocking in on a sea of moonbeams and at the helm stood a fairy. "Let's go ridii.g up into the clouds," said the fairy, "and wo shall see what the fairies of the air are doing." So Betty Jane climbed in and they sailed away, and Betty loved the rocking of the boat and soft night that breathed against her cheek. i Suddenly the little girl looked far off into the dark sky and said, "Look! 'way over there. What is that fairy doing?" Betty Jane almost upset the boat in her effects to see away in the distance. "We'll sail over there and see," said the fairy. When they grew near they saw that the fairy in the other boat was scattering something from her hand upon the earth betow. "What is it?" cried Betty. "The fairy scatters seeds of kindness all through the long night. Sometimes wlien the weather is favorable the seeds sprout over night. Sometimes they are a long time in taking root and blossoming. And sometimes " here the fury stopped to wipe a tiny tear vhich sparkled on her eyelash, ' sometimes the little seed are not taken in and nourished as they deserve to be." "But fairy," said . Betty Jane, there is no one to guide the boat, how does she know where to go and drop them." "Oh dear, she doesn't know, but she scatters them with a free hand over and try to fall on all. We are getting pretty near, turn the wheel so we Tvon't bother her with her .work." Back through the sea of moonbeams they went and the little boat rocked once more and soon Betty was fast asleep again on her own little pillow. Early the next morning the little girl slipped out into the gardon and picked some blossoms. And Mrs. Robinson was happy all day long after Betty Jane had brought some flowers In to her. By Esther McKmney, Columbus, Ohio. PUZZLE Names of Mythology. Xjaa Lodd "'! Slleihca Xlcaairbe 1 ' Sccylop Afrol Lpheld Rharoeis (Answers next week) Joy Bailey Spring Fishing is Successful Last Saturday I went fishing. I caught two fish. I brought them home and put them in a fish bowl, and one died but the other is still alive. Willard Sefton Hoover, age 9, Vaile School.