Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 42, Number 209, 14 July 1917 — Page 5

THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM ' .WEEKLY SECTION OF THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM

Take the Junior with you on your Vacation. Takt the Jim-" ior with you en your Vacation. RICHMOND, 1ND., JULY 14, 1917.

ALL THE WAY FROM BIRMINGHAM, ALA. Master Dougan Lee Jones of Birmingham, Alabama, has come all this way to visit his grandfather, Dr. Leo Hoover, South Eleventh street. Master Dougan is just nine years old and rode in a pullman all by himself. He had to change cars at Terre Haute but he says he wasn't a bit afraid. I wanted him to write us a story for the Junior but you see they don't have any Junior in Birmingham and besides Master Dougan is just a little bashful. His grandfather asked him if he tipped the porter and he said, "Sure." Then his grandfather got real inquisitive and asked him how much and Dougan replied he couldn't remember and I guess that's a pretty good answer for it docs'nt always do for grown folks to get too inquisitive. Master Dougan visited his other grandfather and grandmother in Howard County. He is having a splendid vacation.

WRITES POETRY You children all love to read the poems by James Whitcomb Riley and lots of folks are beginning to think Grantland Rice is going to be another great poet, like Riley, He is a sweet and kindly human being who has a way of saying things in a sweet and kindly way. His verses are good. He also writes things for newspapers and his column is syndicated all over the United States in newspapers. He is the highest paid sporting writer in the United States. Syndicated means to acquire or control. This is the first verse of one of his poems published in the American for August: Is the sunshine any brighter From the years that used to be? Is the moondrift any softer Down in sunny Tennessee? Are the song birds any sweeter, As they warble to their mates? Are the mountains any higher Than they are in other states? For you understand the feeling, If you've ever had to roam, The sky is always bluer, And the old-time friends seem truer, When a fellow thinks of home. A LETTER FROM LYNN Lynn, Ind., July 9, 1917. Dear Aunt Molly: I live east of Lynn and I thought I would write you this letter and see if you printed it I like to read the Junior Palladium. I saw in the last Junior that you were sick and 1 am in hopes you are better by this time. I am eleven years old and my brother is ten. We have to go after the sheep every night. I have a pup and the other night we went for the sheep. As we were coming back I saw a snake. The dog stepped on it and the snake tried to bite the dog but I got him off. I threw some rocks at him. Papa called me to the top of the hill "and I got a stick and went back. I mashed his head and then carried it to the house. Papa said it was a blue racer. We measurer it and it was four feet long. Your friend, Robert W. Kinsey. HOLD YOUR HEAD UP Did any of you folks ever try holding your heads up high when you walk down the etreet. Well just try it and see how many beautiful things you can see that never in the world could be found on the ground. Then besides when you hold your head high you will take deeper and deeper breaths. You will find you can walk better and oh my how much better you surely will feel. HAS STRANGE PET Do you youngsters know there Is a man in Bloomington, Indiana, vhich is not bo many miles from here, who has a groundhog for a pet. Now .hundreds of folks have dogs, cats, chickens, rabbits and other similar things for pets but only on man I ever heard of has a groundhog. The man's name is Walter Soudts, and he is a meat market man. It is a full grown woodehuck which has become domesticated and stays about the Souders home. The little animal likes cantaloupe, ice cream and cookies and will sit up on its hind legs and eat like a monkey.

HERO OF RUSSIA General Korniloff, great Russian leader, who is driving the Germans back in Galieia. He rose from a poor boy, forced to earn his own education, to supreme military authority of Russia. Soldiers and civilians alike have complete confidence in him. He resigned command of Petrograd district rather than oppose revolutionists. Photo copyright by Underwood and Underwood.

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BE SURE TO LISTEN Willie Jones was a baby mole, his daddy was a papa mole, and his mama was a mama mole. The whole family lived with a lot of other moles in the same house and all at the same time all of a sudden. One day WTillie Jones (Willie wuz a mole you know) so one day as I was saying before WTillie Jones said one day, "Papa (you know papa mole was Willie oJnes who was also a mole ) so lie said, "Papa, leta go away and live by ourselves (you know Willie and his papa who was also a mole and mama mole who was also a mole all lived in one house which was a hole with a lot of other moles) so as I was saying Willie said to his papa that they should go away and live in their own house which was to bo a hole in the ground and they was to live in it understand? ' WTell, Willie had just said to papa mole to git out in the culd wurruld and find them oun selves a hut to live in only the hut was to be a whole in the ground. So, papa mole

said to Willie (you know he was talking to Willie who was a mole) as I was saying papa said to Willie, "Willies, go get mama and (you know mama was a mama of Willie and a wife to papa and she, lived with Willie and Willies' papa,' papa mole) so he said Oh, wots the use your not listenin'! "By-Gum."

A MAN AND HIS GOOSE A certain man had a goose that laid a golden egg every day. Being of a covetous turn he thought if he killed his goose he should come at the source of his treasure. So he killed her and cut her open but great was his dismay for he found nothing in her different than any other goose. WiUiam Brady, 4A Vaile school. PRINTED IN INDIAN You folks who go to Sunday school do you know that the first Bible, was printed in an Indian language, translated by John Elliott, pioneer missionary to the Indians, and published in Cambridge, Mass., the new testament in 1GCL the entire Bible In 1663.

THANKING AUNT MOLLY Dear Aunt Molly Thank you very much for publishing my notice in the Junior Pulladium. I sold my banties very quickly. I hated to part with them for they were such dear pets. I am at Portland, Oregon, visiting. I wish you could see the lovely roses here. Almost everyone has them in their yards. Lots of people have rows of them on the pavement next to the 6treet. They plant potatoes the funniest places out here. They put them between the rose bushes Instead of having gras8 in the yard they have potatoes right up to their houses. There are such great big snow covered mountains that you can see from here. The nearest one is seventy miles away but it looks to be a mile off. Well 1 must say goodbye now, with love. Audrey Chenoweth.

LITTIE JIM The cottage was a thatched one, the outside old and mean, But all within that little cot was wondrous neat and clean; The night was dark and stormy the wind was howling wild, As a patient mother sat beside the death bed of her child A little wornout creature, his once bright eyes grown dim. It was a collier's wife and child they called him little Jim. And oh to see the briny tears fast hurrying down her cheek, As she offered up the prayer in thought she was afraid to speak, Lest she might waken one she loved far better than her life. For she had all a mother's heart had that poor collier's wife. With hands up lifted she kneels beside the sufferer's bed And prays that He would spare her boy and take herself instead. She gets her answer from the child; soft fall the words from him, "Mother the angels do bo smile, and beckon little Jim, I'll have no pain, dear mother now, but oh I am sorry, Just moisten poor Jim's lips again, and, mother, don't you cry." ' With gentle, trembling haste she held the liquid to his lip, He smiled to thank her as he . . took each little, tiny sip. "Tell father, when he comes from work, I said good night to him, And mother, now I'll go to sleep." Alas poor little Jim, She knew that he was dying, that the child she loved so dear, Had uttered the last words she might ever hope to hear. The cottage door is opened, the collier'3 step is heard; The father and the mother meet, yet neither speak a word. He felt that all was over, he knew that his child was dead, He took the candle in his hand walked towards the bed, His quivering lips gave token of the grief he'd fain conceal; And see, his wife has joined him the stricken couple kneel; With hearts bowed down by sadness they humbly ask or him, In Heaven, once more, to meet again their own poor little Jim. Benjamin W. Burr, Garfield junior school. THE PASSION FLOWER I met a woman at the Y. M. C. A. the other day, who had the prettiest flower I think I ever saw. Now what do you suppose it was called? Well because it is such a pretty story I'll tell you the name of the flower and just what it 13 supposed to mean. It is called the Passion flower and it tells us more plainly than words all about the crucifixion of Christ. Each petal and stamen represents the suffering or rather the instruments used to make Christ suffer as he did. The corona represents the crown of thorns, stamens and pistils the nails driven in his hands and feet and the five sepals and five petals represents the ten disciples who were faithful. This flower was a beautiful lavender and purple. I wish you children might all have seen It

WRITES FIRST STORY : FOR THE JUNIOR Richmond, Ind., July 11, 1917. Dear Editor This is the first time I have written to you. Perhaps I wouldn't have written to you now but as I read every article in the Junior Palladium and thoroughly enjoy doing so I read your appeal for stories and 60 I am writing this one and am answering your appeal. I also wrote because I wanted to know you better. The story I am sending I would like to see in print. With best wishes for you and the Junior Palladium, I am Your friend, , Leona Hartman, age 13 years, 131 .. North Fifteenth street. " Leona's story is called, "My Vacation Trip" and it Burely will be found in the paper today. All you boys a-nd girls be sure and read it. It was kind of Leona to help me out and I hope she comes up to the office to see me 6ome of these days. WHO WON THE PRIZE? Once upon a time an old man who was rich, gave his sons all his goods and gold, but kept a diamond ring. The old man sent his sons away and to return on a certain day and he who would do the noblest deed would get the ring. In a short time the sons came back, and described their deeds. The eldest began, "One day a man came to me and trusted me with all his wealth, but I didn't keep it, I gave it back to him with interest besides." The father said, "That was only your duty." The second one said, "A child fell over board into a river, I plunged into the river and saved her." The father said, "Twas bravely done but more than vth at will require the ring." The youngest said, "I saw my enemy sleeping on top of a precipice but I did not leave him there to die, I awoke him, though niy fiercest foe, and saved his life." The father cried with joy, "Take the ring because you saved the life of an enemy and did not show revenge. Frank Asfalg, St. Andrews School. '

Where Are the Letters? My goodness gracious what are you boys and girls doing these days and why in the world don't you write and tell me what fun you are having. I know you are all having good times for there are so many picnics and some one told me the other day that some of the boys and girls had been out to Hawkins' bathing beach with their fathers and mothers and had splashed in the water in great glee. I know a lot of you are going away with mother and father, maybe, for a vacation but that is only a "wee" time out of your whole summer so I know you can find a little time to write me. Just address it to the Junior Editor, care of the Palladium and I will surely get it. MY SHADOW I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me; And what can be use of him Is more than I can see. . He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed. The funniest thing about him is the way he like to grow Not at all like proper children, which is always very Blow. For he sometimes shoots up taller like an Indiana rubber ball. And he sometimes gets eo little that there's none of him at all. He hasn't got a notion of how - children ought to play, And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see; I'd think shame to stick to nursie as this shadow sticks to me. One morning, very early, before the sun was up, I rose and found the shining due on every buttercup; But my lazy little shadow like an arrant sleepy-head Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed. Robert Louis Stevetson.