Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 42, Number 197, 30 June 1917 — Page 14

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM. JUNK 30. 1917

ECHOES " By" HENRY " " McPARLONE NEWSY NEWS

and FICTION Say, that Fourth of July we're goIns to have will be something like a second Sunday, won't it? There . won't be any noise or anything else and no Sunday school to go to. We can just He in bed until 6 p. m. Any way, yuius are . uiucu ueutT to make a noise on than shootin crackers bo I suggest that everyuuu; www ui9 yaiu vu iuu ruuitu .a,Iu n n or. hla ... .... An t li-Aimlh T1 I .1 1 1 lktl.H oesmetf wucu w uaw suuuiui crackers some of us loses an eye or a finger and we can t afford it so wny noi lose u on a lawu mower. Thomas Shuemaker has proclaim: ed to the public that he's Rich mond's only tennis shark children . respect your uppers challenge him and leave him in the mud. At Baxter school playgrounds things are as live as a snail once in a while they pull off a real good fuss "taint wot It ought to be tho." - Roscoe Kirkman has just got a brand . new . wheel -: and his head . shaved and as he rides the streets a great deal we do not know which he Is trying to show, off in other words we do not care. ? By the way, did you ever see any one as late as Marlus Fossenkemper? He's always an hour late every single time except to a ball game then bes two hours ahead or time. -: ..rrWe hear that Mr. Ly bolt has been promoted to Mr. Nohr's place on the play ground circuit and Mr. Mc Kinney has been promoted to Mr. Ly bolt's place, so has Mr. Milller been promoted to Mr. McKinney's former position, etc., etc., etc. Wa'va alun liiat heard that Harold T I. 1 A HMtAalAll .MAAlllflff nonest .we man i Know naroia could go faBt enough to catch a cold Aunt - Molly had gQne to New York on a pleasure trip so tne installation of a temporary Aunt Betty. ... Say did you ever wake up in the middle of the night with somebody shaking you and whispering, "Henry there's a burglar in the house?" That's just the way it was with me, you see, my dad's a . traveling man and while he is gone I am .-supposed to be the man of the house ahem! , V Well as the three fates would have it a burglar . came right at night when I was man of the house and started to play with our silver- ' ware. v .'' '..-J-'."- . said, "Henry . there's a burglar in the house! Get up!" , ; . Well I knew that for a long time but I didn't want to disturb him so I Just turned over and acted like I went to sleep again. , "Get right up and take this revolver and go down stairs," was the next order take a revolver, too; I always had formed a dislike for revolvers,, they generally always , go off when they are not wanted to and hurt somebody. , . As this was a hurry order and the burglar. was down stairs I got up as softly as possible and tried to get up the attic stairway. : - "f -. "Here, you dunce," my mother always called me a dunce whether I'm right or wrong,' "That isn't the stairs downstairs." ' "I know it." I said, "I'm going up

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4 C v' ' u -J Li: limn n wj. i mmmtmmum here so I won't disturb the poor fellow' . . ; ;l .. "You come right down here, take this revolver and go down stairs," so you see, gentle reader, I could not do a thing but go down among bad company and disturb it. Any way that burglar was making a lot of noise because those tin silverware of ours was a rattling something fearful. . Well as it was I took my revolver and started down those stairs. - Every step on those stairs squeeked and my knees was a wobbling so bad that I became sea sick. I never did think much of a hero that' went into battle without a fear, a hero to my notion is a fellow that's going to hurt a bad man with a revolver that he's afraid of and with his mother descending right after him blocking his retreat. This was terrible why I'd have rather washed dishes than do this. When I reached the bottom of those stairs I staggered like a preacher on election night only I was full of fear. So it was with me. I stumbled over a chair and lost five Sundays of good religion. Still the noiBe kept up. Mam snuck in the dining room where the noise came . from and turned on the light there stood our old tabby cat amid our silverware playing with a mouse. I think I am hooked into every humbug that is pulled off. . . Whadyusay? STILL COMPANIONABLE Jennie, the colored maid, arrived one day with her head swathed in bandages, the result of an argument with her hot-headed spouse. , "Jennie,"- - said .her mistress, "your husband treats you outrageously. - Why don't you leave him?" ; "Well, I don't 'zactly wants to leave him." . "Hasn't he dragged you . the length of the room by your hair?" demanded her mistress. ; "Yes'm he has done dat." - "Hasn't he choked you into Insensibility?" "Yas'm he sho' has choked me." ."And now doesn't he threaten to split your head with an ax?" "Yas'm, ' he has done , all dat," agreed Jennie, "but he aint done nothln' yet so bad I wouldn't live wid him." Selected by - Mary Gausepohl. WRITES PRETTY STORY Rena Manning, who lives In Economy has written such a pretty Fourth of July story for this special number of the Junior, that I am in hopes all you children will read It. I don't know Rena at all but she must have some beautiful thoughts to be able to write such a good story. .There is a lesson In it for all the boys as well as the girls.

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- wy8Mjii :fr;s3iWAwa.4 cheek when he played; while the pianist was a lanky, loose-jointed farmer who evidently owned the place, knew everybody, and bossed that whole quarter of the globe. When it was time to begin to dance, this proprietor would strike up some lively tune and play a while, calling out to the different people to come up and start dancing; but when they would be a little slow in starting, he would call out all kinds of taunts, and then go out among the crowd and almost pull them on the floor, until he had enough to satisfy him. Then after playing a while longer, he would stop and go all around collecting nickels before finishing the dance. But the way they all danced was enough to make you feel in a good humor for weeks. In the first place they danced the old square dances called quadrilles, and Landers, when eight would be togeth er, and old farmers with while chin whiskers, you know, would step around like a cake-walk with their . coat tails ' bobbing up. and down as they swung their partners and went through the whole movements. While all the time this "Icobade Crane" , of the piano would be shouting out directions in the most sing-song tune, and always end the dance .with something like, "Put-chur-pard-ner-at-chur-side-anall-join-hands-around." : And, folks, do you know as I came away from that quaint gath ering, I thought that the thing we like people for is just being themselves. Those people weren't up to date at all, but if one single thing had been changed it would have spoiled the whole affair. For after all, it was thoir own little characteristics that made up those interesting people; . we love to think of them for what they honestly are, not for what style and fashion could . make ' them. Do you . knowany folks that " you -were. sort of ashamed of for being just a little different? - .WeU, just think of those, picturesque country folks at their dance, and then be - glad to have them exactly as they are, won't. you? Aunt Molly. - CAMP DISH WASHING Here are a few pointers for washing dishes at camp suppers, as are given In the BOY SCOUT DIARY. "First fill the frying pan with water, place over the fire,' and let It foil. Pour out the water, and you wiU ' find the pan has ' practically cleaned Itself. Clean the griddle with sand and water. . Greasey knives and forks can be cleaned by jabbing them Into the ground. After all grease is gotten rid of, wash in hot water, and dry with cloth. Don't as the cloth first and get It aU greasy.

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MY VACATION . Dear Junior Folks I have just come back from having a fine time on my vacation which I spent In Marion, Ind. We left Richmond on Saturday, June 2 about 5 o'clock in the even ing. Mother and father and I enjoyed a nice ride on the train. Tho country was so pretty. The train was late but we arrived about 10 o'clock that, night. We were very glad to crawl into a nice soft bed.

The next day we started to go, yes, that was all we did. I don't think I was still scarcely a minute. We visited several places in the country. One place was on . a big farm. They had a little girl and we certainly had a fine time. The people milked eleven cows every morning and evening. We children hunted the eggs every evening. One night we brought in 51. They had some pigs, cows,' horses, and chickens and a little pet dog. We also enjoyed many fine rides in an automobile. '. One of my uncles raised ponies. They, were so sweet. I fed them every day. At another place where we visited there was the dearest little baby pig. Its mother did hot want it so the people had to raise it themselves. They fed . it milk. It was cleaner than most little pigs and you could even pick it up and it woudln't even squeal. I played with it all day and had a fine time. One of my cousins raised rabbits and when I first went he had some real tiny ones about three days old. They were so ugly. But before I left they had grown so large. The day we started home we went to the daisy field early before breakfast and got a lot of daisies and then went out in the country and had a reunion. We had a fine time. We came from Marion on down to Winchester and visited my aunt and uncle there. I also ' visited the glass factory. It wasvvery interesting. I had a fine time on my vacation and I I wish all could have been with me and enjoyed it. Your friend, Vera Kinert, 1317 East Main street. HELEN AND PAUL'S ; VISIT TO THE CITY. Some time ago I wrote a story about Helen and Paul when Helen fell through the trap door and broke her arm. The story I'm going to tell now is the next week. It was circus day and Helen and Paul and their father and mother went to town. They stood on Main street while the balloon man came by shouting, "Balloons, balloons." and then came the cmnrl parade; baby ' elephants, camels, pretty horses, pretty ladies, clowns, tigers, lions, seals and the Rteam caliope. When it was over, Helen ana raul and their parents went to a restaurant and eot their din. ner. " That afternoon they went to The circus was just starting when to the picture 6iior. When they came out, Helen forgot her hat, and had to run back after it When they got to the station the car had just come in, so they rushed out and forgot to buy their, tickets. The canvas was just starting when Helen's ' Father ' remembered he hadn't bought the tickets, so he jumped off the car, got the tickets, jumped on again and that was the end of that Circus day. By Grace Simcoke, Richmond, Ind. , A THOUGHT FOR THE DAY 'Faults? The greatest fault,: I should , say, is to be conscious of none." Carlyle.- , . -. I The submarines are destroying thousands of tons of food,: but in England the rats and sparrows aro destroying more food on land: than is lost in the sea, according to reports from their Board of Agriculture.. - , "