Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 42, Number 209, 14 July 1917 — Page 8

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, JULY 14, 1917 THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM HAVE YOU LEARNED TO SWIM THESE DAYS?

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swimming 30 times this year-just like a lish story ain't It. Speaking of fish stories, Harold Ritchey claims he causht four (4) big cat fish (probably two foot long) and one (1) sun fish (probably eight inches short but he never brought 'em home The reason I used su':h big words is because I have a Noah's unabridged lying in front of me. But I don't know how to use it, here it says his-tri-on-i-a'-ly (al-li), adv. theatrically. Wats-that a kind of a soup? And-so-forth several times means git out don it? 1 ges I don know wot nothin is eny more. Do you?

The Junior Palladium la the children's section of the Richmond Palladium, founded May 6, 1916, and issued each Saturday afternoon. All boys and girls are invited to be reporters -ad contributors. News items, social ovents, "want" advertisements, stories, local jokes and original poems are acceptable and will be published. Articles should be written plainly and on one side of the paper, with the author's tame and age signed. Aunt Molly is always glad to meet the children personally as they bring their articles to the Palladium office, or to receive letters addresseu to the Junior Editor. This Is your little newspaper and we hope each ooy and girl will use It thoroughly.

Dear Boys and Girls This is going to be a letter to just the boys and girls who read the Junior and none of the "grown ups" are supposed to read it at all. Since Aunt Molly has been away I have been trying to write some stories for you boys and girls so that you might have something to read each week. It has been a lot of ' fun and I surely have enjoyed it and then so many nice boys and girls have come to see me that I never In the world would have known if I hadn't had to help some one else and so that is just the way with you girls and boys. By doing something for somebody

elBe you will get so much pleasure out of it that you really will wonder how it happened you didn't know this "secret" long ago. Let's make it our. very own secret and do something for somebody else each day. Of course I am just as sorry as I can be that Aunt Molly is ill and had to go so far away but it this hadn't happened I never in the world would have had so much fun with you folks. Just the other day a little Junior reader came to see me and we had such fun talking about things we liked to do. She said such a nice things about the Junior Editor that really it made me happy for the rest of the day. So you see, it is just the little things that really count Then Tuesday morning a little "lad who writes for us sometimes happened in. He brought the Indianapolis Star and one of the Chicago papers to the City editor and he, told me he had passed so many papers that morning he was glad to stop a minute and rest. Wednesday he said he was going on a "hike." He promised to try and write me something about it. Let us hope he does. THE JUNIOR EDITOR. The Tribute of "De Gang" (Leona Hartman, Age 13 Years) It was a beautiful December morning. The sun was shining brightly anjd the fragrance of flowers from a nearby greenhouse wafted in through the windows. In a room third floor back in a certain boarding house no one as usual was heard turning over in the creaky bed, no one springing quickly from the bed when the alarm went off. All was wrapped In deadly, silence. The lodger had died some time during the early hours of the morning. His diversion from work had been heaven. From his meager k lodgings one ' could see life was not all pleasant but now he was gone from even this. The landlady fearing that the lodger had overslept walked to the door and knocked. There was no response. She knocked three times and receiving no reply turn- " ed the knob and walked in. Imagine with what surprise she stepped back and looked aghast at Jthe face before her. It completely uierw and she was "out of sorts," as she expressed It, all day. As the lodger had not paid in advance tor his room 6he was sure she wouldn't get any pay but she found enough among his worldly effects to satisfy her. She sent for the coroner who made the customary investigation and found death due to apoplexy. Searching through the pocket of his coat he found a soiled and somewhat crumpled piece of paper, and "Andrew L. Billings, Daily Eagle" came before bis eyes. The man proved to be Andrew Billings,

working for the Daily Eagle, a large newspaper in that city. He was considered one of the best men on that newspaper's staff always working with a will and energetically. His special hobby had been to help the poor and many a needy family had been made happy by him. The cemetery nearby was marked with many a grave. But there was still room for a new one. As the lodger had not enough money to bury him the Eagle was to contribute more money to the twentyfive dollars they had collected so that he might have a decent burial. They thanked the people for the generosity they had .shown him. Outside, clouds had gathered, dispelling the sun. The first snow of the year had begun to fall. It

had grown cheerless and there was almost a blizzard and the streets were almost deserted. The minister and some reporters assembled in the cold room for the funeral rites. Everyone seemed to cower away from the dead man who lay in his cheap coffin. The minister had cleared his throat ready to begin the services when the door softly opened as if the person on the other side was afraid of awak ening someone and a dirty, unkept newsie entered the room. You could tell he was poor from his scanty clothing that he had on. One of the men in the room recognized the child as Nick the leader of "De Gang." He was purple from the cold, but in his cold hands he held a bunch of carnations. He tiptoed oyer to the coffin and laid the bouquet on its cheap lid and withdrew as softly as he had entered closing the door after him. Some were surprised at the sorrow of the boy, although they knew of the boy s happiness when Mr. Billings was living and they knew too that the boy had spent his last penny for the flowers. When the boy was gone the minister noticed the flowers were tied with a white cord from which was fastened a card. The minister eagrely scanned the card and then a frown appeared on his forehead for he could not cipher the writ ing. But after careful study he read, 'IHe was good to us." It was a great tribute to the man. The minister then reached for hi3 book and began to preach closing 4he services briefly and aptly. SUCH LOVELY PARKS Over in Indianapolis wnere 1 went Saturday to visit my sister, I saw so many boys and girls at the parks and playgrounds that I really never in the world could have counted them all. I have a wee little nephew not quite three years old and we had great fun out at Brdadripple. The nicest part of it all was that on Sunday nearly all the fathers and mothers were with the boys and girls and were having just the best time ever. There were so many picnic baskets and I thought what fun it would be to have just one thing out of each basket for they all looked so good. But I am afraid if I had eaten all these things I would have been ill and maybe couldn't have come home and then there wouldn't have been any Junior this week. THE OWL AND THE EEL AND THE WARMING-PAN The owl and the eel and the warming-pan. They went to call on the soap fat man. The soap fat man he was not within; He'd gone for a ride on the rolling-pin. So they all came hack by the way of the town, And turned the meeting house upside down. ' Laura E. Richards.

Isn't it great fun these warm days to take a swim. These hoys are having just the best time ever. You can go out in the country some place where there is a nice stream providing you have some grown up along so you won't get drowned. The best time of all is to go out in the afternoon, take your suppers and then after a swim have a picnic supper. Some of the girls can swim just as well as the boys can for I have seen them out at Hawkins bathing beach.

liiwiiiiijiiiaiyiiiia ECHOES By HENRY McFARLONE NEWSY NEWS and FICTION This week I'm going to take a vacation way off in the foot hills out where the bugs can play with my toes. I'm not going fishing you have to go to the woods for that and the squirrels have been wanting a good breakfast. Besides by now I'm up admiring the seventh wonder of the world the eighth wonder is Ted Keisker so I'll tell you about the eighth wonder. , Ted and I used to be partners on the Pennsylvania line he was fireman and I was engineer. He shoveled coal getting ready for world No. 2, you know. Ted and I used to argue something furious;, sometimes he'd throw a hunk of coal at me, sometimes a monkey-wrench. Once he threw the door off the boiler that time I ran over and and shook hands with him he was too big to throw out the window. Well Ted and I used to argue by the hour. We'd have to shout, you know, and often we'd grow so hoarseJbefore we got through that we'd get up and fight I always had to stay there and fight, too, be cause the cabin was too small to run about in. For forty years we never did anything but run trains we got a dollar a minute for running think if we had been on the C. & 0. I never did like Ted because he always swiped my chewing gun but I'll never forget the day I had tar. Ted used to meet me on the street, he'd go up and shake fist. Besides Ted and I never had enough nerve to run anything but a little calf. Next week there won't be any Echoes, I'm going to oh, never mind. Baxter, our little school on the West Side has some baseball team. This year they've played five games HERE'S THE

Here is a picture which shows you so plainly the toy gun and soldiers I was telling you about a week ago and which I saw down at Brehm's Toy Shop just before the Fourth.

and haven't lost a game leaving them a percent of 1.000 something to be proud of. Last Thursday aweek they played the Playgrounds and almost walked away. Eugene Rethmyer pitched. As far as it is known up-to-date, no team has a 1.000 but Baxter. Last Tuesday the team played Hibbard some game too, a regular shutout. Now, as they let all good behaving boys under twelve in the. Exhibition park free, Nile Patti isn't obliged to crowd over the fence as before. You can't get ahead of Richmond, though, when it comes to handing us a Glen Park playgrounds.

Yes, when it comes to playing a French harp, Neil Freeman can do as much of that as anything else. Besides, Whitewater's a musical town. There's nothing as inspiring as to make love to a beet when the turnips are watching and a few other things. Yes, even we heard that Aunt Molly went up in smoke I mean in the clouds. Aunt Betty sure did have a visitor the other day not a year old. And it did everything but take a bath in the ink well, too. When it comes to playing croquet Darrel Krone is right there he can even beat Carson Bass. I guess I never saw a horse laugh either till yesterday and "Irish" Murphy certainly did do it, too. Yes, if they ever got Gene Rethmeyer pitching and Teddy Fossenkemper catching they - wouldn't need any other players on the team. The easiest way to stop corns is to use Blue Jay I couldn't stop mine because I can't run my corns hurt like blazes and then some. Yep, when you 6ee Earl Ballinger staggering around about 6:30 p. m., he's got drunk off of pop. He works at Fosler's Pop Shop. A. Metz claims he's been In VERY GUN.

THE WEATHERMAN'S FAITHFUL WIFE If I were the weatherman's wife, I'd lead a most peaceful lil'e. , I'd not fear a wetting I would be getting If I were the weatherman's wife. At morning before lc's away. I'd ask him what kind of a dny 'Twas going to be And he would forsee If showers were coming out vay Rubbers I never would wer.r If he said the weather v ns fu: Though clouds in the. sky Should threaten rain, why I'd just trust my husband, so there!

WHAT DID YOU DO? I am anxious to know how all you boys and girls spent the fourth of July .and so I am going to ask you all to send me letters or notes telling; me all about your day and we will put them all in the Junior so all your little friends may know just exactly what you did. I suppose many of you had picnic parties. Be sure and send your letter to the Palladium by Tuesday. Now please do help the new Junior editor for she surely misses Aunt Molly a lot. EXCHANGE COLUMN Open to All Boys and Girls. These Ads Cost You Nothing; Send in Your "Wants" to The Palladium Junior. LOST A friendship bracelet with six links, on south side of Main street, June 18. Finder please return to Merle Thistlethwaite, 443 Chestnut street or phone 4604; reward. WANTED People to come to the M. K. show. There will be refreshments, 2 side shows and 1 big show. Four cents takes you to all. All come at 213 N. 19th street, 2:00 p. m., Friday, July 13. FOR SALE No. 2 Brownie camera; also a two-wheel cart. Harold Hanson, 1618 Main street. FOR SALE An air rifle, single shot. Call Pcul eleven ger, 118 Randolph street. FOR SALE Pet banties that are laying. 25 cents each. 'Phone Number 3284. WANTED A job in a store. Can do almost anything. John Lady, 1529 North A street. FOR' SALETwo white Pigeons, will eat out of your hand. 25c each. Phone No. 5136-B. WANTED To pick cherries or raspberries. Also have a bull pup for sale. Notify H. J. Yost, 1127 North West Fifth street. FOR SALE Pair boys rubber boots, in good condition, outgrown them. $1.50. Roy Osborne, 101 Chestnut St. FOR SALE A child's automobile. Cheap. Inquire 203 South 10. FOR SALE Persian Hare rabbits. 339 South W. 3rd St. WANTED A strong sturdy boy at least 13 years old to pass on paper route at different times during the summer. Twenty cents per night, thirty cents for collecting. For further information see Ted Keisker at the Palladium Mailing room any evening when the papers are off.