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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM. JULY 14, 1917

A SPLENDID LETTER FROM CLAUDE MILLER Here's a letter which came from Claude Miller. Everyone likes to read the things he writes for the Junior for they are always so funny: Thursday, July 12, 1917. Dear (Aunt) Betty: I say we're certainly having a swell time. Right now we're on the boat C and D. All day we've been in Cleveland just exploring the little village. We went Into May and company, a store where they handle everything from shoe laces to dynamite. Saw almost everything they had there, even the dolls. ' Then we went to Park Euclid, believe me, some park, too. We got

one of the swellest meals I ever put myself outside of. Things are happening thick and fast up here things I can't tell you all about. Right now I am on the lake (Erie). The lake seems to be slightly filed about something but it can't be so irled by half as I was last night when I lost my collar button. ' About eighteen hundred four thousand four things happened all at once. Just now we left the port; some sight. A little two by four steam tug pulled up to our boat arid it looked like a hopeless case, but the little thing pulled us out of port and gave us a start. Yep, this boat has four decks, is 600 feet in length and cost the most of any boat In fresh water in the world. Fully equipped, Just, like home, but a lot better. Writing rooms, state rooms, dining rooms and about everything else you can think of. Unless one went outside you would never know we were on water. ( -. This Is a million times better than a train. Last night we bumped about so I got so many black and blue spots' I look like a zebra or a tiger or a potato-bug. I am not in love with this life, though as I had cucumbers and icecream for dinner. The cream is saying to the cucumbers (down in my stomach) "you get out of here," and the cucumber is answering "I won't do it," and now they are having a deuce of a fuss. I've just talked with a fellow that's traveled all over the lakes and he claims that the Erie is the most treacherous so it Is fine and encouraging. I'm sorry I can write so long but it is just the way it is. - Am doing this in ports so will say more tomorrow. Yep this is morning and we are in sight of land, too. Last night I slept fine, that rocking of the boat just put me to sleep for the longest while. I'm sorry I can't tell you about our landing in this letter, but I want this ready for return trip. Tell vou more later. Yours very sincerely, Claude G. Miller. HORSE HEIR TO $ 42,707 The appraisal of the estate of Mrs. Edith Rogers Gellatly, who died on July 17, 1913, at 34 West Fifty-seventh street, and who was the wife of John Gellatly, an insur ance broker, show? that while she left the Income from stocks valued at $42,707 for the care of her horses and dogs the only animal Bhe owned at the time of her death was a horse at White Plains, ap praised at 00. In making the bequest Mrs. Gellatly directed that upon the death of her pets the principal of the fund and the unused income should be used by the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals in finding homes for animals and in preventing cruelly. Mrs. Gellatly, M ho was the daughter of Columbus Rogers, disposed of an individual estate of $380,704 net, and a trust fund of $702,201 set aside for her in her father's will. She gave $1,16C,271 to her husband and $80,826 to her sister, Ella A. Rogers. ' , WAS A TRUE FRIEND Did you ever know a boy or girl that everyone liked? Well I have and one day I found out just why that was. It's because they forgot about themselves. I knew a boy once, who always found something good In everyone. No matter how rough or rcisy the youngster was or how many times I remarked about him being disobedient this little friend of mine had something eood to say for him.

VACATION TIME The school house said, "It's dreadful here alone," Seems like all the children have gone away from home. Some went to the seashore. Others to the lakes, While others to the tennis court their vacation rest to take. Some went to parties In their frocks and frills, Others to the Country went Among the rock and hills. But when vacation time is o'er They come trotting back to school And then you'll see the saddest faces you ever saw before. But when they got down to work The clouds will roll away, And then they'll work with cheerful hearts "Till next vacation day. Pauline Klotz, age 12 years, Garfield Junior High school.

What Grandma Tells My little grandmother has come to our house to stay, To mend our clothes and stockings up And drive our tears away. And all us other children, when we've Had our play and fun, Will get around my grandma's knee, Just like you would have done. And we listen to the war tales That my grandma tells about. And them enemies '11 get you, If you don't watch out. Adapted from "Little Orphant Annie", by Whitewater school. A FAIRY STORY Once upon a time there lived a Prince who had everything he wanted but a wife. One beautiful morning in the spring when he was out hunting he saw a deer and when he came quite close he shot it. But behold in its place stood a beautiful woman. She said, "Prince, you have released me from the spell of a witch." "I have reason to be joyful for two reasons, one to be free myself and the other is that you might have two wishes. The Prince had already fallen in love with this beautiful woman so he replied, "I wish that you would love me and second that you would marry me. The Prince found out that she was a Princess and so they were married and lived happily ever after. Alice Palmer. AUNT MOLLY WRITES CARD TO HER JUNIOR NIECE Dear Julia When I get real rich and a fairy with a wand gives me three wishes I'm going to load you Richmond folks on a special cax with me and bring you here. Oh, it's great! And I'm getting lots better. But Julia, please if you ever did anything, get people to send in things for the Junior. Won't you? Your Aunt Molly. IS IN PORTLAND Miss Audrey Chenoweth who is in Portland, Oregon, visiting some friends and relatives has sent a prety picture of Bridal Veil Falls, Columbia River Highway. Portland Is sometimes spoken of as the sunv mer capital of America. HAS PRETTY STORY Marjorie Benton Cooke, who has been writing such interesting stor ies for the American Magazine has one in the August number called, "The Morals of Peter." Miss Cooke knows lots of folks in Richmond. AT SET OF SUN If we sit down at set of sun And count the things that we have done And counting, find One self-denying act, one word That eased the heart of one who heard. One glance most kind -That fell like sunshine where It it went, Then we may count the day well spent.

The Wise Men of Gotham

(By Charles L. Baker, Davall School, Ago 12.) Across the sea there Is a town called Gotham. One day the news came to Gotham that King John was coming to that town. It was a law in King John's time that every road along which he traveled should be made public. Now the men of Gotham did not care to have a public road leading to their town. Besides, it would put them to a great deal of trouble to take care of the King and his many servants. How could they keep him away? The men of Gotham met together to see what could be done. After much talk an old man who was thought to be veiy wise arose and said : "The best way to keep the King away is to block the roads with trees." They all agreed to this. They went to the woods with their axes and soon all the roads leading to Gotham were full . of trees and bushes. They had hardly finished when the King came riding along. "Who cut down those trees?" he asked of two boys who were going to Gotham. "The men of Gotham," answered the boy. "Go and tell the men of Gotham that I shall send my sheriff to their town and cut off their ears. That will "teach them how to treat their King." With that he turned around and rode back to London. The boys ran to Gotham and told the people what the King had said. They were all very much frightened for they knew that the King meant what he said. What was to be done. Again the men of Gotham met together to talk the matter over. No one seemed to know what to do. At last the old man who told them to block up the road said: "Let me tell you something. Many a man has been punished for being wise but I never heard of one being punished for being a fool; so when the King's Sheriff comes, let us all act like fools." "Good, Good! cried the others. If we do that it will surely save our ears." The next morning the King's sheriff with a great many soldiers came riding through the woods toward Gotham. Just before they reached the town they saw a queer sight. The old men were trying to shove a cow upon the house. Every time the old men would give a shove, a crowd of young men would grunt. "What are you trying to do?" asked the sheriff as he rode up. "There is a vine growing on top of this house which we wish the cow to have," replied one of the old men. "Why don't you pull the vine down and give it to the cow?" asked the sheriff. "Oh, we never thought of that," said the old man How very wise you are." The sheriff turned to the young men and asked, "well what are you doing?" "We do the grunting while our fathers do the work," they answered. The sheriff and his men rode on. They soon met a man with a heavy door on his back. "Why are you carrying that door on your back?" asked the sheriff. "I am on my way to London and I have left all my money at home," he answered. "Then why did you not leave the door there, too?" "I was afraid to do that someone might break down the. door and steal all my money." "It would be better to leave the door at home and carry your money with you." 'V)h, I never thought of that" said the man. -"How very wise you are." The sheriff rode on and soon saw a number of men form a ring around a large bush. "Well what are you doing?" asked the sheriff as he rode up. "There is a cuckoo in that bush and we wish to keep him there. "Don't you know that the cuckoo can fly over you heads whenever he gets ready?" "Oh, we never thought of that How very, wise you are." "I believe all the men of Gotham are fools," said they. "It would be a shame to cut off the ears of such Bimple people," said another. "You are right said the sheriff. "Let us ride back to London and tell the King about them." The King laughed when the sher

iff told him what he had seen. He told the sheriff if the men of Gotham were such fools it would not do any good to cut off their heads.

LETTER FROM HENRY Wednesday, Some-Where-in-Ohlo, July 11, 1917. Aunt Betty, dear My, Idea of heaven used to be a great long trip on the train, now its changed. So far I've just rode on the train and I'm about as far from heaven as milk is from 100. It's swell though. Every single thing is swell and generally at the wrong place, the porter has a swell head I turned my ankle and now I got a swell ankle. . I've been trying to sleep on this pretty Pullman. I wake up occasionally to find that we've just passed somewhere, I'd like to have seen. This train Is swell-ing in size, last night we started with seven coaches and now we have fourteen. I suppose if we run thirty more miles we'll have twenty-one. I couldn't tell you all the cities we've passed because we've passed a lot that th map markers forgot to put in the revised edition. We just passed Akron, Ohio, the town of prosperity, popularity and population that's what the paper says. There Is some of the prettiest scenery around here. We just passed a valley where the ground went down about 450 degrees grade something terrible it got me dizzy to look down. We made a slight mistake because we won't be on the C. and B. lives (Lake Erie) until tonight so I'll send this to you now o it can get in this week. Don't blame me for this writing because the train has the St. Vitas dance and 42 minutes out of every half hour its hitting little out of the way bumps. Yes, Akron's some town, but just now we passed Coyaka Falls. That isn't the way to spell it but that Is the way it is pronounced. Last night the porter swiped my shoes but he must not have liked them cause he brought 'em right back, all shined up something fierce. When I have more time will write more. I'll write from Buffalo Thursday. I hope you're as sick as I am. Yours emphatically Henry McFarlone. JUST A THOUGHT. Do you know boys and girls that our lives are just what we make them. If we want to be something bigger and better than we really are,' all we have to do is to have aspirations. Now aspiration means the yearning desire for something higher and better than we already have. We can all bring to our selves the things we really want. A NEW RESIDENT Vera Albus, who is twelve years old has come to Richmond to live. Her father is the secretary of the Commercial club. We are hoping Vera will write us somethine about her old home. We are also hoping she will read our Junior and soon become one of its regular contribu tors. GOES TO BUFFALO Claude Miller, who writes such Interesting thines for us Juniors has gone to Buffalo and Niagara Falls and he says he is coiner to write us a long letter telling all about the trip. It ought to be here in time ror the Junior this week His sister, Glenna, and his mother are also in the party. TO THE PEOPLE WHO READ THE JUNIOR Dear Folks Since you have read Aunt Molly's letter won't you try to do as she asks? You know Aunt Molly was sick and went away for her health and Oh how glad she will be when I write and tell her low many Juniors have tried to do what she asks and that our little paper. Is getting along fine. Julia R. Burr. July 13, 1917. Dear Junior Folks I am sorry but I can't put the Helena and Paul story In this week because I can't think of any story for Frances and John's visit to Helen and Paul. I think by next week J can think of a story. I mlgUt 0 to Anderson, next week and when I come back I'll have Some neVs for the Junior. Grace Sim coke.

ARE SPOILING GARDENS SAYS MR. McNALLY Friday afternoon I was down at Police Headquarters talking to Mr. McNally, the day sergeant and I was so surprised to know that he was having trouble with some

youngsters. However, I hope they are not readers of .the Junior Palladium but any way I am going to tell you about It and then maybe you can help Mr. McNally by find ing out just who the boys and girls (if it could be girls) are causing this trouble. Now you know this year a lot of folks have gardens and some of the folks live blocks and blocks away from where there pretty gardens are. Well, Mr. McNally tells me that youngsters are pulling up potatoes, tomato plants and spoiling these pretty gardens. I can't imagine any boy or girl doing those things especially since we are at war and everything is so high but anyway they are for if they were not the sergeant wouldn't have told me. Anyway he likes boys and girls and feels pretty sorry about the trouble they are causing and I am afraid there will be some arrests made if this practice Isn't stopped and stopped quickly. Has Moved to Centerville. Centerville, Indiana, July 9, 1917. Dear Aunt Molly We don't live close to Economy and Grandma any more, but live near Centerville and the County Farm Superintendent, Mr. Petro, is our cousin. We think so much of him and his family that we children call them Uncle Frank and Aunt Edna (that is their names). The other day they were going to can peas and wanted help, so mama said she would go. She took big brother, little brother and myself. We all helped them. That day they canned fifty-eight gallons. They have a cannery so it is done just right. I say that was some work but we had lots of fun. We talked, teased, laughed, threw hulls and had a big time all day. At one time there were thirty-five working. I feel so sorry for those inmates. But am glad they have such a good home. The other day I gave all the women a nice bouquet of roses. They were glad to be remembered. The twenty-eighth of July is my birthday and I will be ten years old. Your friend, Martha Ellen Mill. SERVING HIS COUNTRY Cambridge City, Indiana, July 10, 1917. To the Junior Palladium." Please publish in the Junior. Earl was a young lad about sixteen years of age. He had blue eyes, light hair, rosy cheeks and was fair complected. He was loved by all who knew him. One day Earl told his mother he was going to enlist in the army and serve for his country. This made his mother feel very badly for she wanted her son to stay home wliere she could see him and know that he was getting along all right. But Earl would not do as his mother wished for him to and he enlisted. After several- weeks he wrote his mother a letter saying, "I am getting along fine. I like the army very much. Of course this pleased his mother for she was glad to hear her son was not homesick. His mother was very proud to think that he son was doing his bit for his country. He is now in the far off country of France serving for his country as a brave soldier should. Myra. NEWS FROM AUNT MOLLY To the readers of the Junior Palladium: I had a post card from Aunt Molly and I think since Aunt Molly is sick and has gone away, we ought to help the new Junior Editor as much as we car. be sending in the most news and writing the most stories to help fill up the Junior. I know Aunt Molly wants us to write good stories. Am sure we will be glad when Aunt Molly comes back well and strong although we do not want to give up our new editor entirely. A friend of the Junior, Miss Alice Palmer. HAS BEEN VISITING Dear Aunt Betty I came to visit my aunt Bertie, the fourth. Daddy, mother, sister, Beverely Jayne came to. The faithful old Henry brought us safe and sound. I have lots of fun with my aunt's kittens. They have a cow that is so gentle and nice. Her name is babe. I am coming home Sunday. Hoover Dill Brown, age 8 years, Cincinnati, O.

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