Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 42, Number 161, 19 May 1917 — Page 14

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THE JUNIOR

The Junior Palladium la the children's section of the Richmond Palladium, founded May 6. 1916, and Issued each Saturday afternoon. All boys and girls are invited to 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 ot the paper, with the author's name nd age signed. Aunt Molly is always glad to meet the children per tonally as they bring their articles to the Palladium office, or to receive letters addressed to the Junior Editor. This ia your little newspaper and we hope each boy and girl will use it thoroughly.

Grandmother Gray's Story Corner How a Little Boy's Show Became a Biq Circus. Cifcue day had been one long dreamy day of bliss for Jimmie G. From the first , rumble ot heavy wheels when the tent poles had gone rattling past, Jimmie had been dancing around on one toe with excitement.. He had had a red balloon and peanuts, stood for hours watching for the parade, and then gone to the afternoon performance. Now it was evening, and he was dead tired, but before going to sleep he begged his little grandmother to tell him a story. "Well, Jimmie, what kind of a story shall it be tonight," asked Grandmother Gray. "A circus story," said Jimmie G. "promptly. ; , And so this is the story she told. Once upon a time there was a little boy, and he lived in a quiet little town where great big trees shaded the flag-stone sidewalks and dusty streets. But this little boy didn't want everything quiet j" peaceful all summer long; he dreamed of bands playing and flags flying from circus tents, and spang- " ly ladies riding on horse back, and ponies and elephant, and dogs, monkeys and lions. And so do you know what this little boy did? He didn't pretend that he was living in a story-book, and wait for a fairy with a wand to jump out of a tfee and grant him three wishes, so that he suddenly could become manager of a great big circus. He ' was a little boy and so he started . having a little boy's circus. The other boys in his neighborhood helped him, and they got all the " eats and dog together and paraded them through the streets in little wobbly wagons, and ' then they would give their show for ten pins. But this wasn't enough to satisfy the little boy who loyed circuses. He had several pet dogs, and so he began training them to do all kinds of tricks. Then when he was f "- teen years old his rather gave him a pony. , For two years the boy had more fun than anything with his dogs and pony. In fact he had so much fun that everyone in the town knew about the things he could do with , his pets. And then one day, when he was sixteen years old,, a man named Mr. Moore came to Bloomington where the boy lived, and he brought a troop of trained dogs to give an exhibition. While he was there he asked if anyone knew where he could buy some dogs that he could train into bis little show, and of course the people told him right away about the boy with his dogs and pony. So Mr. Moore went to see the boy, but the boy couldn't bear to sell his pets for any price. Then the man hardly knew what to do. He wanted those dogs so much, and he realized that they were so well trained that finally he Just happened to think, "Why not take the boy along, oo." ' At first the boy's, mother couldn't think of him going away from home but his father realized that this was his chance, and so finally it was-all decided. Leaving his pet pony behind, but taking bis dogs wfth him. the boy who had given so many little pin shows in the quiet little town, started off on a big puffing train towards bigger cities in this great big world. "Grandmother, is that a real story, or a make-believe story, Interrupted Jimmie G. "It's a real story," Grandmother Gray assured him. "You have seen the man yourself, and maybe you can guess his name in a minute." ; For five years Mr. Moore and his young assistant traveled together, but at the end of that time, when the little boy who had given little shows ia Bloomington had grown to be a young man twenty-one, he started out for himself with his wonderful trained dogs, and gave,

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his performances in theatres and big balls everywhere in the country. Then it was not long before he had so many trained pets that he needed a real circus tent for his show, and the dog and pony show started. "1 know," shouted Jimmie G., "he's Mr. Gentry. Isn't he, grandmother." "Yes," smiled Grandmother Gray, "he's the Very one." But even a dog and pony show wasn't as big as a regular circus, and so last year he sold off most of his dogs and ponies, after having that show for thirty-five year, arid now Mr. Gentry ia the manager of one of the largest circuses In the world. It was lots of fun to be a little boy and parade through the streets of his quiet little home town with his cats and rabbits and dogs in red wagons with soap-boxes on the top, and it was lots of fun to watch his old day-dreams of circus tents and tigers and camel3 and clowns come true, but now, after it all has come true, Mr. Gentry is looking forward lo the time when he can go back to his little home town of Bloomington, and live on the farm with his old pet ponies and dogs; and best of all be with his home folks all day long. Then, instead of the noise and glitter of the circus, he can sit on his shady veranda as his little daughter comes riding up on her pony and calls out, "Watch me, father!" And then he can watch her as she goes galloping down the dusty road where he rode his first pony, as a little hoy. "There, Jimmie," said Grandmother Gray, "how did you like that circus story?" . Jimmie's eyes were very big and thoughtful, and he was silent for Beveral minutes. Then very slowly and very positively he said, "Well, Grandmother, I just wish I was Mr. Gentry.'' All types of military men are going into the U. S. army. One of the latest is forming a. Chinese regiment in New York City. EXCHANGE COLUMN Open to AM Boys and Girls. These Adt Cost You Nothing; Send in Your "Wants" to The Palladium Junior. FOR SALE A white Scotch Collie pup. 'Phono 4834 or call at 101 East Haven Ave. FOR SALEBelgium Hare rabbits or German Giants. Price 25c. John Hamilton, 129 So. 4th St. FOR SALE Picture machine, almost new; see Lester Baldwin, 236 Randolph Street. FOR SALE A good bicycle basket carrier, good as new; call at 1322 Main street, or see Robert Evans at Starr School.. . LOST A saincoat, on Friday, May 11, at- the gymnastic festival. Brown with small stripes and a Jmcl. Finder please return to Mary Pitsenbarger, Finley school. LOST Small red pocket book, containing black beads. Phone 1366. WANTED Good job in ice cream parlor. Age 16. Call at 2024 N. E j3t., for Marshall Long, Jr., or phone 4112. FOUND A child's hat at Earlham May Festival day. Call at Starr school for same. , PRINTER'S PI Yb bet rdeu girbed atth hcerad hte fdolo,Terih fgla ot Prial's zebere udeirnru, Rehe ceno eth niettablde mesarfr tosod : - - Dan ferid het tsbo drbea nuord eth lodwr. Herbert Hcfbeinz, 6th Grade, St. Jehu's Scboot

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A group of French marines near of the Sub-Treasury building in Wall & Underwood. OUR "THANK YOU" LIST FOR THIS WEEK Each week there have been so many stories and letters on subjects which have been already published, that we cannot publish them, and so we have to take this means of giving credit for those articles, and saying "thank you" to our friends. Louis O'Brien, William Cain, Mary Estelle, Nellie Hoffman, Marguerite Muckridge, Ruby Thomas, Mary Coniff, Vivian B., Violet Hazlitt, Roland . Alexander, John Smith, Hazel Fresc, Clifford A. Burr, Webster Rankin, Hazel Harris, Argus Ogborn, Marvel Moffit, Eugene Spauier, Nellie Burton, Alfreda Iladley, Roland Schmidt, Alice Henley and Evonda Cook. Hi a nphc . at rt LAJYOf - PARAmVNt m

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Blanche Sweet in "Those Without Sin" at Murrette Wednesday and Thursday

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the statue of Washington in front Street. Copyright by Underwood Children Enjoyed the Parade Tuesday I saw the parade. I saw the clowns. One of the clowns had a spittoon on his head. I saw three dromedary camels. In one of the cages I saw three lions. The elephants were very huge. In one of the cages I saw seme monkeys. The horses were very pretty. One of the horses was an Arabian horse. In the parade were many wagons. Elbirth Foster, 6A Grade, Warner School. Answers to Last Week's Puzzles 1. Ajax 2. Achilles 3. Cyclops 4. Delphi 5. Dido 6. Excalibar 7. Flora 8. Haroeris .4. i

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MUSIC Notes of Interest to Junior Palladium Readers

"Dear little Marjorie was giving, a party for some of her playmates." said Uncle Major, "and they decided to sing some patriotic songs. "America" was the first number on their program. 'Uncle, won't you come in and sing with us,' said one little fellow who had been sent out to give me an invitation. "Certainly," I said, "I'm always on hand when there is any singing to be done; just wait until I get my glasses and I'll join you. Now we are all ready. Get me a song book." "Why Uncle Major! don't you know "America" and "Star Spangled Banner?" "We all know them." "You're a slacker," and "Well, my dear little patriotic friends," said your Uncle Major, "I really do feel ashamed of myself. If you will lend me a book to sing from this time, I promise that you will never again have a chance to call me a slacker." "My advice to everybody in the U. S. A.," said Uncle Major, "is to get busy right this very minute and learn every verse of 'America' and Star Spangled Banner' for the following reasons: First, for the love of your country; second, because at nearly every public gathering nowadays, the patriotic airs are sung, and if you know them you will not feel so embarrassed an I did at dear little Marjorie's party." "And I," said Aunt Minor, "never felt so humiliated in all my life as when those little folks found out that Uncle Major didn't know the patriotic songs. What if they are children, don't you suppose they will go home and tell their parents all about it? Oh, it's dreadful! I tell you that Uncle Major will not get a single night's rest in this house until he has learned 'America' and 'Star Spangled Banner' from the first to the last verse inclusive." The time for the May Music Festival is drawing near Thursday and Friday, May 24 and 25. To appreciate the wonderful work of the Richmond public schools, it will be necessary to attend all three of the concerts and note the progress made from one school to another. Many boys and girls are going to be boosters for the festival and help it along by selling tickets. You will no doubt be interrupted many times with: "Won't you buy a ticket for the Festival?" and the only way to escape the little ticket sellers will be to buy a ticket and pin it on the outside of your coat, for the boys and girls are determined to make it one great success. The music festivals will make Richmond famous as a music center. Seats will not be reserved at the May Festival, and the admission price has been placed at such a low figure than you can afford to attend all of the concerts. Gertrude Ressler of the Eaton (Ohio) School Orchestra, is studying violin with Miss Carolyn Hut-, ton of this city. Mr. K. L. King, who is the bandmaster of Sells-Floto circus, likes children and has written more pretty music for children's orchestras than any other American composer. Many of the selections played by the Garfield orchestra were composed by Mr. King. His assistant director is Mr. Carl Frankheiser, who is a personal friend of Mr. Ralph C. Sloane, supervisor of music in the Richmond public schools, Prof. F. K. Hicks, violin instructor, announces the dates of the annual recitals of hfs pupils to bo held June 13, 14 and 15. Here's a Little Booster for the May Festival Dear Aunt Molly: I am in Mr. Sloane's work which is going to be up at the coliseum. My mother is going to go to see me. Our drill Is going to be beautiful. Every grade is in our drill. My little sister in the kindergarten is in this drill, too. We hope it will be a nice day and hope you will all come to see us. Marie Sonsini, 3A, Whitewater echooL