Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 42, Number 197, 30 June 1917 — Page 15

THB RICHMOND PALLADIUM. JUNE 30, 191T PAOI THRC3

Grandmother Gray's Story Corner

How Jimmle Q. Had a Fourth of July Barbeque. Jangle! Smash! Clang!

"Wha what's a matter?" mum

bled Jtmraie O. sitting up in bed.

rubbing, his eyes.

"Hey, you lazy lubber," came Bill Hadley's voice from below, "get up and celebrate. Don't you know It's

the Fourth of July?"

With a thud Jlmmle's feet landed in the middle of the floor, as he

shouted. "HI, Bill. Be down in a

minute."

And he was. Such a record of

dressing never was made before,

Infact, If anyone should have de

manded the truth, Jimmle would

have been forced to admit that his neck and ears bad escaped the wash

cloth, and that he even had post

poned cleaning his teeth. But then, even Goorge Washington probably didn't take time to be perfectly sanitary when the fellows were

waiting for him, and Jlmmie want

ed to have a chance to try their

new alarm clock on some of the

other boys.

The first pink tinges of dawn were showing in the east and the ,air was so chilly that Jlmmie did

stop long enough to get ms sweater, before he and Bill Hadley start

ed on their rounds of calling the

other boys. First they went to

Harold Jones's, but Just as they started to pull the string he popped

his head out the window and said

he'd 'be down in "half a second."

So they waited.

It was towards six o'clock when

all the boys finally assembled, but they made up for lost time by at once forming into line headed by Lawrence Luker who carried a huge flag, and the Spirit of '76 seemed mild in comparison to the

Spirit of '17 which was fully demon

strated by those boys in their tin

pan brigade. -Noise! .

"I say," shouted Jimmie G. to

Bill Hadley who was next to him.

pounding on an old wash tub for

a base drum, "better than a cannon cracker, isn't it?" "Sure thing." shouted Bill in answer, as they turned a corner and

advanced down a new street. Heads

appeared at many windows, and people with suit cases or lunch baskets who were hurrying towards the car line, stopped to smile at the procession as it went by. But the boys, never wavered in their line of inarch until they had been on at least ten streets, and finally the call of breakfast became very urgent from within. -"Say, how soon are we going to have the barberque," asked Jimmie

NEXT WEEK IS THE FOURTH AND I'M GLAD

THE RIDE OF PAUL REVERE

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Listen, my children, and you shall hear

t the midnight rids of Paul Revere, n the eighteenth of April In seventy-flvel

Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, "If the British march By land or sea from the town tonight, Hang a lantern aloft In the belfry arch ' Of the north church tower as a signal lightOne if by land, and two if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be. Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm. For the country folk to be up and to arm.4 Then he said 'Goodnight,' and with muffled oar Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore, Just as the moon rose over the bay, Where swinging wide at her moorings lay The Somerset, British man-of-war; A phantom ship, with each mast and spar Across the moon like a prison bar, And a huge black hulk that was magnified By its own reflection in the tide. Meanwhile, his friend, through alley and street. Wanders and watches with eager ears, -v Till in the silence around him he hears The muster of men at the barrack door. The sound of arms and the tramp of feet. And the measured tread of the grenadiers, Marching down to their boats on the shore. Then he climbed the tower of the Old North Church, By the wooden stairs, with stealthy tread. To the belfry chamber overhead. And startled the pigeons from their perch On the sombre rafters, that round him made Masses and moving shapes of shade By the trembling ladder, steep and tall. To the highest window in the wall, ' Where he paused to listen and look down A moment on the roofs of the town, SAnd the moonlight falling over all. Beneath in the churchyard lay the dead. In their night encampment.on the hill, " Wrapped in silence so deep and still That he could hear like a sentinel's tread. The watchful night-wind, as it went Creeping along from tent to tent. And seeming to whisper "All is well." A moment only he feels the spell Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread Of the lonely belfry and the dead; For suddenly all his thoughts are bent On a shadowy something, far away, Where the river widens to meet the bay, A line of black that bends and floats On the rising tide, like a bridge of boats. Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride. Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere. Now he patted his horse's side, Now gazed at the landscape far and near. Then, impetuous, stamped the earth, And turned and tightened his saddlegirth; But mostly he watched with eager search The belfry tower of the Old North Church, As it rose above the graves on the hill, Lonely and spectral and solemn and still.

And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height A glimmer, and then a gleam of the light. He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns. But lingers and gases, till full on his sight A second lamp in the belfry burns, ' , A hurry of hoofs in the village street, A shape In the moonlight, a bulk in the dark And beneath from the pebbles, in passing, a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless' add fleet: That was all! And yet, through the gloom and V the light. The fate of a nation was riding that night; -And the spark .struck out by that steed in his flight, Kindled the land into flame by its heat ' He has left the village and mounted the steep. And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep. Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides; And under the alders that skirt Its edge, Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge, Is heard the tramp of the steed as he rides. It was twelve by the village clock when he crossed the bridge into Medford town. He heard the crowing of the cock, and the barking of the farmer's dog, And felt the damp of the river fog that rises after the sun goes down. It was one by the village clock, when he galloped into Lexington. He saw the gilded weathercock swim In the moonlight as he passed, - : And the meeting house windows, blank and bare, ' . ', - Gaze at him with a spectral glare, as if they already stood aghast at the bloody work they would look upon. ' It was two by the village clock, when he came to the bridge in Concord town. . -He heard the. bleating of the flock, and the twitter of birds among the trees. . . He felt the breath of the morning breeze, blowr ing over the meadows brown. -And one was safe and asleep in his bed, who at the bridge would be first to fall, . ' , Who that day, would be lying dead pierced by a British musket ball. You know the rest. In the books you have read, how the British fired and fled " How the farmers gave them ball for ball from behind each fence and barnyard . wall, Chasing the red coats down the lane, then crossing the field to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road, and only pausing to fire and load, So through the night rode Paul Revere, and so through the night went his cry of alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm, A cry of defiance and not of fear, a voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, and a word that shall echo for evermore; For, borne on , the night wind of the . past, through all our history, to the. last, in the hour of darkness, peril and need, The people will awaken and listen to near, the hurrying hoof beats of that steed. And the midnight message of Paul Revere. ; Henry W. Longfellow.

.The Junior editor thinks this is just about the happiest boy she

has seen for many a day. I think he is .going to celebrate the fourth In just the right way for he seems to be just as happy as happy can be. I believe he Is watching the parade of boys and girls with flags and toy guns .that a little friend of ours is writing about this week. Be sure and read what she has to say about' the kind of a parade she would like . 9 see.

G. when he could stand it no long er "I'm hungry."

"So'm I," came from several of

the boys..

"Let's " go," said Harold Jones,

and so, off. they started for. the

commons where the great barbe-

que was to be held. -

Bill Hadley's uncle Fred was al

ready there getting the oven built

and the fire started, but there was

plenty left for the boys themselves

to do." -

"Better . get some more heavy

wood," advised Uncle Fred. "We ll need a good hot bed of coals to fry the eggs."-. .Four or five of the boys at once, disappeared on this wood gathering expedition, while the others were bringing in their provisions" of weenies, eggs, sandwiches, and so forth, when suddenly a gruff voice - broke in with, "What do you kids mean, building

a fire on this commons. Get out!" Looking around, the boys saw the big burly form of a policeman coming across the lot towards them, and they all were so surprised that dead silence fell upon the group. Uncle Fred was so busy putting the sheet iron. over the top of the newly made oven, .that he did not hear the unwelcome newcomer at all, and since the oven was made in a sheltered little hollow which completely hid Uncle. Fred "when he was bending over the fire, the policeman only saw the group of boys carrying all. sorts of boxes and fire wood towards the place where the tell-tale smoke was curling up. And so it was that irate policeman advanced . almost up to the center of the group before the tall form of the young soldier suddenly rose up before the policeman, and Uncle Fred, in his most cool tone said. "Hello there, what's the row?" It was the policeman's turn to be surprised. "Oh, beg pardon," he stammered. "I thought it was. just some kids trying to start

something." And he began backing away. ; "Hey, better wait a minute and have some breakfast," called Uncle Fred. -The policeman grinned from ear to ear. "Thanks," he said, "Maybe I'll drop in later on." But he didn't and the boys were so busy from then on, frying the eggs and dangling their sizzling weenies from the end of long sticks;' that they forgot all about their bluecoated visitors. - But, the climax of the whole barbeque came when a queer looking procession was ; seen approaching from the street, which -turned out to be Harold Jones' father pushing a wheel barrow with Mr. Harlow at its side steadying a big ice cream freezer,' followed by Mr. Hadley, carefully holding a whole devil's food cake, and Mr. Gray carrying a huge watermelon. ...... Amid cheers and shouts the fathers were escorted up to the flag pole, which Lawrence Luker had put by the oven, and then came the greatest feasting that ever had taken place in a barbeque. -. In the afternoon several of the families in that neighborhood took

Here's a picture of a little boy net more than 3 years old who is celebrating the fourth of July in just the right kind of a manner. He has on a gingham suit and if it does get all dirty I am sure his mother won't mind in the least for he Is having such a good time. ,

automobile trips or went on picnics, but the boys who were left

continued the celebration by tying

tin cans and nails to street cars and automobiles, while they invented many new ways of increasing the noise capacity of tick tacks and tin pan instruments. So that every boy in that crowd had one long-to-be-remembered day. And that evening Jimmie G. was so tired he almost went to sleep at the supper table.. His mother had to help him upstairs, and almost put him to bed, but as he snuggled down in the pillow he still was enough awake to murmur, "I guess it's more fun without firecrackers than with 'urn." And when he finished saying his prayers he added, "An' please God. bless Grandmother Gray for tellin' us about having the barbeque." ...

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OGIETY

WHY NOT HAVE A 4TH OF JULY PARADE My Dear Aunt Molly or Dear New Junior Editor: ... ' I would like to have the children of Richmond Lave a parade to pass away the Fourth of July as we can't have any fireworks. I think it would , be nice to have the boy scouts of Richmond and campfire girls and children who have joined the Red Cross or any children in the city who would like to be in the parade., I think we all should carry American flags. Any women of the Red Cross would be welcomed in the parade and also the soldiers who are in town. Yours truly. Goldie Brown. 5A Grade. 29 North Sixth Street.

Miss Luclle Williams, who ltvei over in Fairview is spending i

week at the home of Miss Alio Lycan, North Twenty-first street Monday afternoon Mr. and Mrs. Wain Lycan took the children pic

nicking in Glen Miller park.

Little Master Morris Cooper, who ? is not quite two years old has gonei

to Anderson with bis mother for a ; visit - '-. , -

The play, given Monday evening

by Misses Emily Bailey and Mary Louise Youngflesh on the lawn at

South Fifteenth and B streets.

m m i i

was a successiui airair. . me rimdren made eighteen dollars and it will all go toward the Red Cross fund. There were a number of dances by the children. Little Miss Betty Jane Hartley, I who lives in Hagerstown, is with! her mother in Wisconsin visiting some of her cousins and aunts.

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Call

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YUM! YUM! . This morning a boy brought me

red juicy strawberry which grew in his Grandmother's back yard. They were so pretty and so. juicy and

sweet that I wished there had been

a dozen.

DO YOUR BIT! Dear Children: i wonder how many of you are going to help the day nursery these next few days by saving all the old paper and magazines you can find about the house. You see some of the good women in the, town are planning to sell the paper and give the money to the nursery so that the little boys and girls who haven't nice cool homes will have some one to take care of them while their mothers and fathers are hard at work for them.' It will be such an easy thing to do and only take a few minutes time each day. Monday, July ISth the Boy Scouts will come around to see you and collect all the paper you have saved. Mother will give you a large basket or bag in which you may put all your old waste paper. Pleas don't forget The Junior editor.