Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 42, Number 203, 7 July 1917 — Page 6

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it:itaife;a4tifc ;tmtfO"ij;Hin rgt;;Hnwj:;.fi 'gr:ti-t:J.f ECHOES By HENRY mcfarlone NEWSY NEWS and FICTION You know- to show mv natriot Ism, I Joined the army. I went to trance ana rougnt me uermans now Im a hero. I'll never forget (because I've an excellent memory ana ir i couiant remember things that never hap pened, I would be telling this to you now), the time that I first - inarched out on the battlefield, it was just before the great battle field or soup bone. The enemy 'was stationed two miles north of our trench and Vanilla, the nearest French town, was 30 miles south. That day over twelve thousand men were shot. As soon as the enemy staged to fire, we started towaads vanilla. I wasn't over two mill's behind our general who had fifteen medals for Dravery. ; '";;" I always did declare when I left home that I would not get shot in the back and true to my declaration I never, I always went faster than the bullet - , . I remember distinctly how I used to run up and 6tick my finger in the enemies' rifles so that the bullets wouldn't come out I'll never forget the time I stuck my head in .. a cannon. : . On the front they always put the bravest in the front. I always did wonder why they put the general away back in the rear, so one day i went up to mm ana saia, "Mr, General." He turned and Raid. "Well?" I ; answered, "Why do they put you in tne rean ' - - - .. "So I can reach Safety first," he said. Safety was a town 45 miles distant. Shut up." he said, "Four days in the guard house." - Four-days-in-the-guard-house, but he threw in the nights, too. I was so ashamed of myself I was agraid to look a potato in the eye. I'll never forget how I got decorated tho. The cook one day wanted 30 barrels of spuds peeled so he called on me. Knowing my regular vocation is shoeing horses he put me to work. I peeled and peeled . : . . . then I peeled some more . ' ; . and after that some more . . ;" and then some more, etc., etc. He said, noticing T only had onehalf barrel done, "Ain't you got none of 'em things peeled yit?" "No. I ain't what you eot to sav 'bout it?" I answered him He hit me right in the eye so i was aecoratea. v.. - . Launomar And The Cow . Launomar was monk. He lived in a big gpay monastery with a hundred brother monks. It was Launomnr's duty to act as shenherd. and all day lone he sat in the meadows watching ' the nocKs. Launomur loved all dumb animals, but he loved best, the gentle Mienon. his favorite row. Mlenon was considered to be the finest row m that part of the country. Her mint was ilch and sweet, while her hide was as soft and shiny as silk.,. -, , , ;, One evening Launomar . put Mignon in her stall. Then he .went to his bed in the monastery, and since be was tired out from the day's work he slent soundlv ' While he slept, in the midst of .the night, six figures robed in black stole to the monastery .barn.' Under, their black robes they carried knives. ., :' ., . ' . Up to Mignon's stall they stole and cut the rope which tied her in.to the stall., M'snonimade. no resistance. 8he, went with the robbers meekly...: , , . . ' ' -"Now we have the finest cow in the country." said , the- robbers, gleefully. "And when we get back to our hiding place we will have bread and milk." ( " . Launomar slept soundly and dreamed that something was happening to his favorite cow, but he still dozed. However he arose early and went to search for Mignon. -Meanwhile the robbers had taken Mignon to a dense forest Through the forest was a fchort cut to their hiding "lace. Cut because the darkness was so dense they lost their way and diu not know where they were. "Let the cow lead US." llM nna

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rotiber. "for she - ill find her way outside this tangle better than we can. The other rob t era thought this good advice,' so they all followed Mignon. Mignon led them a merry chase. She wended her way through brambles and briars, through ponds and brooks, and the weary robbers were only to gruteful to discover, when morning came, that they were In an open place. "This pasture looks familiar," they thought. No wonder. ) For 'round the corner came a monk, Saint Launomar, looking for his cow. But Launomar did not imprison the robbers. Ho led them to the monastery and. after he had rubbed the cow down after her strenuous night, and had given her a good meal of bran, ho fed the hungry robbers with the same bread and milk they had longed for In the night. Then he started tueiu on their way, but told them this time not to choose a crooked path. , "For the hicliwav is broad enoueh for all men who choose the straight road," said Launomar. A WEE VISITOR A "wee" visitor railed on the Junior Editor Frir.nv afternoon. She is just ten months old and her name is Josephine Loschiavo. She waniea everything she could find on my desk from the ink bottle to the paste pot. At last I found a piaytning a child had brought me and she was happy for a while. Grace Simcoke bi ought her in to see me. Grace writes a lot of in teresting stories for the Palladium. sne came in to eet Aunt Molly's ad dress. ' - A LITTLE SONG OF LIFE , Glad that I live, am I, That the sky is blue; Glad for the country lanes ' And the fall of dew. After the sun the rain; V ' . ..After the rain the sun; This is the way of life, Till the work be done. All that we need to do, . Be we low or high, . , Is to see that we grow ; Nearer to the sky. Lizette Woodworth Reese. WRITE A STORY "I don't see why some of you boys and girls who read the Junior cam not write me some nice stories. There are a number of things to tell about these vacation days. It's pretty hard for the new editor to find things to write about for she has to give most of her time writing things for the grown folks to read. Please write me some stories for the Junior next week and bring them in just as early as you can. .. . -.

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' Pierre Brossard, 4-Rue Berzelius, Paris, ' This iS lust the Very first niftura . nt a littla v:u

printed in this Daner.and I know ail - - " " been saving their dimes and nickles

mc juu.ui uos nuopifUTwiu De giaa to see this little rellow.- He was the first Child to be adontrd in this xmmtr. .nJ ,. oc . .

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uouie aim many interesting tnings about little, rierre. Just recently he celebrated his fourth birthday anniversary.

RICHMOND PALLADIUM. JULY

SOME NEW BABIES Two valuable babies were horn the other day at zoological gardens in Philadelphia. These babies have Just begun to tumble out of their box home and seek Mama when she takes an airing in the outside pen. Mama, by the way is the big yellow lioness in the Zoo, who two years ago was a mother although her baby then on!y lived five days. This time she has presented the Zoo with a pair of growly. fluffy little twins, and she is paying mucn more attention to her duties as Mama. Perhaps some one told her it is hard to tret anv innre nt. mal8 out of Africa, so she, has decided to do her best to prevent race suicide in the Zoo. Baby lions are rare creatures in captivity, and tny Zoo or circus that is fortunate enough to ever possess a Dalr or a s ne o one hn. comes especially proud. The little ones are oftentimes born without any palates, they onlv live a few days. The pair at the Zoo are Dertect m this respect. The keener has not attemnted tn care for them but is leaving it all to the mother. The Zoo also has a new baby Zebra. It's rather a difficult matter to say that any babies are welcome at the Zoo just now, because they add so much to the est of upkeep. Hay is difficult to buy at any price, and old horses and mules, on which the Zoo depends to feed its carnivorous creatures, are hardly to be had. Fish has gone jp, and only nice, fresh fish can be fed, because there can be no chances taken with the digestive organs of th high-priced and hard-to-get creatures that are interned in the local Zoo There - has been a reeriil.ir ava. lanche of baby deer at the Zoo this month. One:' of Lie keepers com plained ' that he couldn't turn around without finding a new one in tne pens. " Mr. Carson says that what is to be done with them is a problem.' Usually a Zoo that has too many of one kind of stock ex. changes with another Zoo, or lists the stock for sale with some of the animal dealers. Thorp Isn't anv use4 in doing Mia: now, for few of the Zoos are adiMnr anv hnv-entinp-animals to their lists, keeping only enough, stock to show different specimens. Out at the Zoo there are now 'a dozen slim-legged baby deer belonging to half a dozen difrerent mothers m the Jap deer, the white-tail and the fallow deer pen OFFERS HIS CALF To "do his bit", for the Red Cross Maurice Peairs of Des Moines, has offered his pet calf Ida. The calf was put ud for auction in Chinae-o and the story becoming known, Drought , 9750, this amount giving Maurice and his four brothers anA four sisters life memberships in the ttea cross and an associate membership for. everv bov and hh in Maurice's room at school. tho hnn rtrio .i i iiuc ly 1IU uaTC to help take care of the little child . o v. M tij n WUUliUl WQU the University of Wisconsin. She moiner toning ner au about their

7. 1917

HELP SOMEBODY ELSE I know several little boys who need coats, shirts and pants so badly that their mother really doesn't know what to do unless someone helps her a little bit. The boys are between ten and twelve years of age. Now any boy who has a coat, shirt, shoes or any other article of clothing that might help these people is asked to bring them to the Palladium office and ask for the Junior Editor because she knows the names of these folks and will see that they get them right away. Now boys please don't forget, for I am sure you have a lot of clothes that you don't need right now. Two of the boys have been ill and the mother has to go out every day and find some work to do so that they may have a place to live and something to eat. Any gift will surely be acceptable. JOHNNIE PLAYS SOLDIER Once there wert some awful bad boys who had a habit of running away from their homes to play in a big military enmp. The soldiers taught them to drill and do the manual of arms with a rifle and lots of other things. Sometimes they would toss them high into the air in blankets and one day little Johnnie missed lie blanket when he came down and struck on his nose. But Johnn.'c was real brave and didn't cry so the soldiers thought he was pretty brave. When the regiment was called away to go down on the border where they fondly thought there were lots of Greezers to shoot, little Johnnie "stowed away" in a sleeping car berth and went too. The soldiers for they all can sew andalter clothes fixed, up a uniform for Johnnie, with an army hat, leggins and whittled him out a wooden Springfield rifle. Down on the border he saw all sorts of wonderful things including ostriches, alligators, little Mexican boys that shined the officers' leggins and taught him to swear in Mexican. The soldiers thought Johnnie should no learn bad tricks so after they paddled him he didn't swear any more in Mexican or American either. 'When the regiment with several others went on a practice march of one-hundred or more miles Johnnie climbed into a combat wagon and went too. On t;e march he saw miles and miles of cacti and deserts, rattlesnakes and deer sometimes, although the deer were very wild and one could only catch an occasional glimpse of them out on the rim of the waste. Johnnie never shot a Springfield rifle but once and that was sure enough! If anv bovs or eirls have shot a shot gun they know how it kicks, well Johimie saw the regular soldiers baneinr awav nn the range and not seeming to mind the kick much, so he tried it. Johnnie dropped down on one knee regulation style to see if he could get a duiis eye. Then he pressed the trigger. Johnnie- didn't know any more for several mi mi ton hut whan he recovered , consciousness he couldnt see much out of one eye and he felt wobbly all over. He wished that a nice little eiri he'd kissed under an apple tree at home, once was a Red Cross nurse and he wondered if she wouldn't think he was pretty brave for not crying. ; - - .,- . The troops months later came home and Johnnie with them. He was a great hero among the other nttie hoys at home. ' He organized a company of "home guards" and drilled all the youngsters in his neighborhood until they were the champion . Boy Scout troop of the town. .... When Johnnie gets old enough he is going to be a captain, he says, and he'll make a mighty good one. By R, S. T. . LISTEN, GIRLS The other day I saw "the cutest little cook book. and It like a story. It was all illustrated ana tne pots and pans could, talk to each other. One of the recipes was. for "oickanmr" fudee and a little friend or mine who owns this interesting book .made some for me and my. but it surely was rnsui I'll have to tell you more about this book. Any girl could learn to cook if she had one -of these little books. v-

A HAPPY CHILD

Once upon a time there was a little girl, and she was very sad because her mother was dead and she had to do all the work. There was no other little girl near because she lived on a mountain. One day she ran into the house and said, "Oh father I am so lonely. The children in the valley play and have a good time." She went everv Saturday to sell her milk and butter and eggs. She would iilav with the children, and a girl whose name was Lucy. One day a fine car stopped in front of their house and the women was in black. She put her veil over her face and asked if Lucy was there. Her father said she was in the garden with her flowers. The woman went into the garden and saw, Lucy crying. She said, "What is the trouble Lucy dear?" Lucy said, "Oh I am so lonely." "I am too, dear; my little girl, Margaret, just died and I have came for you to go home with me. I live in a large house and you shall have what you want. Will you go now?" she asked. "May father go to?" "No. no, child." This very woman was Lucy's mother. Her father and mother were senarated. And hpr father al ways told Lucy she was dead. I will run and ask father "Oh, father, may I go with this kind lady and iive with her and you go and work in the valley?" , . The father sat in thought for five or ten minutes. Then said, "I will give you my answer tomorrow." , The lady came the next day and he said yes. She may go and stay till you get tired of her. That will not De long. The little girl went and the woman said to the maid, "Get her dressed .please, then let her come to me." Whn she was dressed in a pretty white dress and white slippers and stockings and a pretty pink hair ribbon. My dear little girl you are just beautiful, come to me please and I will show you my husband. The child ran into the front room and in a fine chair was the lady's husband. My! My! is this your child Mary. She surely does look like ydu. What. I am not her child. My mother is dead father told me so. No! No! child I am your mother. I did not die. Do you like your mother? Yes! yes! but father told me a story. Oh!, Oh! your father is rorgiven, dear. Come here and I will tell you all. Dear when I was young and you my only child, your father went away on a long journey and took you with him. That is the reason I came and got you, A week had passed and the little girl was so happy she forgot everything. And on Sunday her father knocked at the door and the maid said to come into the hall and wait a few minutes. When they came the girl ran up and said. Oh, fath er, motner.is not dead, this kind lady here is she. In a hour there were father and mother and Lucy and Uncle Will around the table. The man she called her husband .was her brother. ; Lucy was very happy now. She has a pony, dolls and everything now. Martha Sanney, Vaile school. - . - PEGGY, THE MILKMAID Peggy,', a pretty milkmaid, was carrying a pail of milk on her head. As she tripped along she .was busy thinking of all the fine things she would buy , when she had sold the milk. Said she: 'Til buy some eggs andsoon( they will hatch into fine chickens and then I. will buy myself the prettiest gown and hat in the village. Next time I eo to the market, all. the. young men will come out to meet me. All the girls will be iealous. but I will never care, not I. I'll just toss my head ana as she thought of it again and acain she tossed her head and down fell the pail and all the milk was spilled. When Peggy's mis- -tress heard what had happened, she said. "Ah. foolish eirl. don't count your chickens before they are hatched. Michael Roe, BA grade, Warner school. TO. PICK CHERRIES I know a little bov who helneA his father pick cherries the Fourth of July. He says his mother canned them and they bad a lot of fun he must be a pretty fine lad to get eo much fun out of his work, but of course he found some time for niar Then in the eveuin gafter aU the wore was done they had their supper out under the trees.- Don't von that, was a good way to -end th

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