Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 42, Number 155, 12 May 1917 — Page 16

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PAGE FOUR THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, MAY 12. 1917

THE JUNIOR

The Junior Palladium Is tbe children's section ot tho Richmond Palladium, founded May C, 1910, and Issued each Saturday afternoon. All boys and girls are invited to be reporters and contributor. News items, social events, "want" advertisements, stories, local Jokes and original poems are acceptable and will be published. Articles should bo 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 tbe 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 ft thoroughly.

Grandmother Gray's Story Corner What Jimmie G. Did For Mother's Day. Jimmie G. was mad, just plain mad. His lips were sticking out so far you might have hung a tin cup on them, and he poked along tbe street as slow as an old cross turtle. Every time he came to a stone he kicked It as hard as he could, and every time he kicked a stone, bis face took on such a scowl that you would have thought someone had plowed it up. ; Grandmother Gray saw him coming, and she smiled a wise little smile to herself as she went on knitting the pink sweater for little sister Marjy. It was a lovely Saturday afternoon in May and Bhe had a slight susplsion of what caused the trouble. 1 "Well hello, Jimmie! What makes you look so cheerful today," asked she, when the young gentleman of the family finally opened the door and came In. Her face was perfectly serious, but her eyes were twinkling. "I'm not cheerful," growled Jimmie, scowling worse than ever. "You aren't ! " exclaim ed Grandmother Gray In surprise, "Why Jimmie, what is the matter?" "I'm mad," he said, "and I don't care. I never get to do anything I want to. What's the use of havinbirthdays an gettin" presents an' things, un then just stayin' home. Wish I was a man, an' then I'd go to war." "Now let me see," began Grandmother Gray, as though she were puzzling something out, "Uncle Rob gave you a new boat, didn't heT . And he said that it was like the one that he used to sail on Thlatlethwaite's Pond. And so you wanted your mother to take you out there this afternoon, isn't that right?" "Well no," answered Jimmie G. plowly. "I guess there are some snakes out at Thistlethwaite's pona, and so I told mother Morton Lake would do just as well. But she wouldn't go," "She wouldn't! Isn't that too bad, because you know how much she loves to be out doors. I wonder what could have been the matter." Grandmother Gray looked genuinely disturbed, and so Jimmie G. began to explain. "Well, she was still cutting out Jhings and pasting . eni, and anyhow she said she was too tired." "Cutting out things, and pasting them? Why Jimmie, I thought your mother was cleaning up your room after the paper hangers had left," and this time his grandmother was truly surprised. , ' "Why yes, she was, but you see I just asked her if I couldn't have seme pictures all around like we had kindergarten, and she was cutting them out and pasting them, and she wouldn't take me out to sail my boat on Morton Lake." Grandmother Gray was silent. A whole minute went by, then another. Jimmie G. began to be nervous. He looked at his grandmother three or four times, but she never even glanced in his direction. .Finally he couldn't stand it any longer. "Why grandmother," he said, "what's the matter?" Grandmother Gray looked at Jimmie G. with strange eyes. ''Did ycu 6peak to me," she asked in a very polite tone. "I'm afraid jqu made a mistake, for I don't know who you are." "Why grandmother, I'm Jimmie," he protested. f "Then you must be Jimmie liarcourt," said she, still very polite, "It-cause I don't know any other Jimmie who would be so cross and hateful to hi3 very own mother when she was doing something just

fpr him.". For once Jimmie G. was speeches. His eyes grew very big and round and his face was very solemn. Grandmother Gray looked at Mm In the strange way for several mo r

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ments longer, and tben Bhe began to smile. "Well, now maybe I was a little bit mistaken," she said, "because II begin to tee a little resemblance, to Jimmie Gray, but I can't be sure yet. If this were our Jimmie, I'm sure that already he would be so sorry that he would be thinking of something awfully nice for bis mother, just to make up." A thousand electric lights suddenly turning darkness into day could not make a greater change than the radiant smile that flashed across Jimmie G.'s face. "I'll tell you," he said, pounding his grandmother's knee for emphasis, "I'll make mother a book. I can cut some picture out of magazines, and paste them on some nice white paper, and tie them all together with some blue ribbon you'll give me some won't you grandmother? Ana then I'll print 'To mother from - Jimmie' right across the front. And say grand mother, won't she be s'prized?" All the rest of the afternoon Jimmie G. was the busiest boy in the whole United States. When the book was finished it was something any boy could be proud to give his mother. There were ten pictures, all neatly cut out and pasted, and a little verse to go with each one, verses that he had learned at school and kindergarten, but ones that his mother really liked, and so Jimmie could hardly wait until time to give it to her. Sunday was Mother's Day, and it truly was Mother's Day with Jimmie G. He was up long before breakfast, and went tip-toeing down stairs in his night-gown to put the book at his mother's place on the dining room table. Then he sat down on the stairs to wait, but it was so long that poor Jimmie G. couldn't stand it. Very quietly he slipped back up stairs and opened the door of his mother's room, just a crack. It only made a tiny little noise, but mother turned her head, and then held out her hand to Jimmie G And the next minute Jimmie had bounced over onto the bed and was snuggling his Head down into his mother's pillow. "Oh mother," he hreathed, "please do hurry and come down stairs. I've got the grandest surprise for you in the whole world, and mother dear, I'm never going to be cross to you again." Some people think that fairies have to jump out of trees to grant them three wishes, but I know several who have found that old rags and papers, plus a junk dealer, do just as well.A mother's tender love can never die. E. O. Jewell.

ALL KINDS OF BABIES PLAY TOGETHER SELLS-FLOTO CIRCUS HERE TUESDAY

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Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky, Hundreds of shells on the shore together, Hundreds of birds that go singing by Hundreds of birds in the sunny weather. Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn, Hundreds of bees in the purple clover, Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn, But only one mother the wide world over. Ira M. Webster.

S OCIETY The King's Herald of the Grace M. E. church held its regular monthly meeting at the church Saturday afternoon. The hostesses for the meeting were Nellie Hoffman and Leota Hosbrook. Scripture was read by Madge Townsend and "The Story of1 the Islands" by Grace Ellsberry. Special music was furnished by the hostesses. There were sixteen members present and all enjoyed a very delightful time. Virginia Livingstone, press reporter. The "I'll Try Band" of the Second Presbyterian church met with Miss Erma Williams at her home on North E street. They played frames and had a very nice time. Those present were Misses Julia Burr, Thelma Darby, Elizabeth Rankin, Pauline Wilcox, Iona Wentling and Helen Reifel. The games were played after whioh refreshments were served. The next meeting will be with Miss Iona Wentling at her home on North 16th street. We want all members present. Helen Reifel, Starr school Y. M. C. A. NOTES By Malvern Soper The first annual skate which was to be held lafit Saturday was postponed on account ot the bad weather. It will be today if the weather permits. New banks are being put on the game tables at the Y. The library has many interesting books and magazines to read. Come down to the Y boys, make yourself at home and have a good time. There is a welcome for all. About 170 boys took advantage of the chance to learn to swim at the Y last week. Of this number over one hundred learned to swim. For those who did learn, a water carnival was held Saturday morning. Another water carnival is being planned for the Juniors and Seniors in the near future. A swimming expert will be there and almost everything that can be done in water will be demonstrated. ftk l.'U r rr 4. s X "

BOYS FORM ELEVENTH STREET REGIMENT Girls Become Red Cross Nurses. Boys and girls in many places are waving flags and thinking that they are very patriotic, but the boys and girls of North Eleventh street are doing things. Already the boys are forming a regiment and planning to practice their drills, while the girls are going to be red cross nurses, and also act as secretaries to the general and other chief officials. But they have told about it themselves: The Eleventh Street Regiment. We are some .children that live

on North Eleventh Street and are not old enough to join the regular army, so have a little regiment of our own. Our barracks have been in the loft of a barn, but since this barn has to be torn down we are going to move. Mr. Arnold. William Camfield's grandfather, is going to drill us boys. He is making wooden guns for us now. We do not have many people in our army now but we are going to get some more. The members of our regiment are: James Hill, general; William Campfield, captain; Richard Crawford, head of National Guard; Richard Campfield and Northrop Elmer, National Guards, Ruth Weed, head nurse; Mary Minnick, assistant nurse, and David Camfield, messenger boy. , We are going to have some doctors, too. We will write some more when we are organized. William Camfield and Ruth Weed, Starr School. TWO LITTLE RUNAWAYS A True Story by a Starr School Writer Once upon a time, about seven years ago there lived a little girl and boy. They were four years old. Their names were well, I don't choose to tell. They had the title of "Two Little Runaways." Every chance they had they would run away. How do you suppose they got out to run away? There was a back fence and a front fence. Their mother wondered how they got out. One day a neighbor saw how they got out. The children's mother said to the neighbor, "I don't 6ee how those children get out." The neighbor replied, "You watch tomorrow and see." So she did. The next day the children climbed over the front fence and started to run away, but their mother opened the door and called them back. Their punishment was to tie them to the grape barber. But this was fun for the children for they climbed up on the grape barber and ate grapes.' Did you ever have such a good time as they did? Editor's Note: Dear reader, please do not think that the "grape barber" was a poor man who went around trying to shave beards off of grapes. This merely is a pet name for grape arbors. DOG PLAYED APRIL FOOL Dear Aunt Molly: As I was going to Boston one day my dog caught a little rabbit My brother carried it home In his coat pocket It was Very small. As we were going home the rabbit jumped out of bis coat pocket and ran away. We both ran after it as fast as we could but the rabbit ran Into a hole. So we worked about one hour trying to get the rabbit but we could not get it. So we went home and it was about supper time. We ate our supper and while we were eating our supper we beard the dog barking upon a hill In under a pile of brush. So we hurried as fast as we could but the dog was fooling us just for fun. Audie E. Harkleroad, Age 10, 4th Grade, Bunker Hill School.

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ECHOES By HENRY McFARLONE NEWSY NEWS and FICTION I spent last Sunday enjoying myself. Part of the time I walked around town counting the measlej signs. After lunch I went to the movio spent a lot of time. In the evening I saved a life. A great big black cat tried to kill our neighbor's dog. I heard the dog calling for help and knowing it would take a man to save a dog's life, I picked up a gun and started for the fight. The poor dog already had his tickets purchased for hia happy hunting grounds. There wasn't anything left of the dog's ear but ita foundations. The only thing left on his head was his nose part of it was dislocated. The cat was so sore he set everything on fire he touched and ho went so fast he never touched anything but the dog. I rushed up to the cat and said, "Why, Thomas, don't you know ita naughty, to fight ?" "Fighting," he said, looking around at me, "I'm not fighting, I'm only cleaning up on this dog." "Why, Thomas," I said, "you ought to be ashamed of yourself " "I don't care a dog gone " Tom turned around. He was right tho dog had gone. He went so fast you could see the sparks fly where he hit the rocks. I felt so good about saving tho poor dog's life I went home and celebrated, that is I went home and ate two whole sour pickles. Then I went to bed and dreamed of all kinds of cats cat fish, cat tales, etc. Yes, I was sick on Monday but mother had lost the castor oil bottle. I thought that I'd have a fine holiday but before school time, mother sent to the drug store and got some more and of course I went to school. The rain is falling thick and fast The river's overflowing The grass outside is near knee high And needs a bit of mowing. The garden where we planted seed Has sprung all out in sprouts The flower vines are leafing up Each starting on their routes. The maple trees are shedding sap While fruit trees are in bloom, The tiny buds are bursting out And crying for more room The only thing I blame it on Is just a paltry thing It comes around most every yearIt's just the same old spring. THE FLAG Our flag is red, white and blue. The red Btands for courage, tho white stands for purity, the bluo stands for loyalty. We ought to salute our flag. Robert Thomas, 4B Grade, Warner School. Easi and west. Mother's best! EXCHANGE COLUMN Open to All Boys and Girls. These Ads Cost You Nothing; Send In Your "Wants" to The Palladium Junior. LOST A red hair ribbon, between South 14th street and High'school or high school and 9th and A st. 'Phone 4012 or call Vaile schooL Hazel Haustetter. FOR SALE A white Scotch Colli pup. 'Phone 4834 or call at 101 East Haven Ave. FOR SALE Belgium Hare rabbita or German Giants. Price 25c' John Hamilton, 129 So. 4th St. FOR SALE Picture machine, almost new; see Lester Baldwin, 23S Randolph Street. FOR SALE A good bicycle basket carrier, good as new; call at 1322 Main street, or see Robert Evans at Starr School. FOR SALE A modern talking machine; will play any Victor, Columbia or Starr record. Phono 1937.