Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 42, Number 221, 28 July 1917 — Page 7

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM. JULY 28. 1917

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KRAZY KOLUM of KRANKY KERNELS

Edited by "By Gum, Himself" Contributions accepted not over 100 words long. Address all communications to "By Gum," care Junior Palladium. Not withstanding tho fact that this is tho first letter By Gum-His-self ever received, it is physical able to have Its anatormy received in this Kolum. Frank lives at 405 North Seventeenth street and during the summer he has been working at Marshall Field's in Chicago. He knows how to write poetry and knows how to keep himself in hot water. Let's hope we get another letter from him. FRANK WRITES LETTER Dear Aunt Betty We are cer- . tainly having a fine time up here. Only today is the first nice day we have had this period. I am on the beach of Lake Michigan, just now in the shade. The bugle has just blown for a swim but as I have been in I will try to write this. I noticed our friend Claud Miller has told you a few of his experiences and I thought you would like to hear of mine. I was in Chicago for six weeks before I arrived in Michlllinda, Michigan, on the steamship Carolina with 35 Y. M. C. A. boys. We are situated on Duck Lake, a quarter of a mile from Lake Michigan. We left Chicago at 7:30 o'clock Monday morning and arrived here at 8:45 o'clock. The first thing we did was to fill our ticks full of . straw. We do not have any cots to sleep on, but we have a "rubber" pancho next to our tick but it doesn't do any more good than to try to sleep on the soft side of a hard wood plank. I didn't sleep much the first night as I wasn't used to it and I was up at 7:30 try ing to fight an army of mosquitoes but a couple of them hit me with their Krupp guns and now I look like the Rock Mountains. We have seven boys and a leader in our tent which is a regular army tent. We had quite a time remembering the boys' names at first and besides there were four Georges in our tent. All we had to do was to call George and the whole bunch would answer. Night before last we gave them and the rest nicknames, they follow: A mosquito bit one George and he smiled and we called him "Happy;" another one acts like he had lost everything but his appetite, so we call him "Farmer;" another looks like Washington so we call him "Hack;" the other has such big feet we call him "Shoes." One boy plays a flute and we call him "Fluuy," our leader, "J. B." and I am called "Pat" Jr., or "Pad die" as my brother is called Pat, We have all kinds of boats to ride

in and "Happy" and I row two miles every morning for exercise. Taps are sounded at 8:30 and since all the fellows hate to hear us sing we always sing, "Good Night La- " dies" to them just before we go to sleep. They don't like it but they can't find anything as bad. Last night, "Farmer" told me to put on it baseball mask to keep the mos- . quitoes off my face so I did but I ' guess they got under the covers Borne way. . . Tonight we are going across the lake to a haunted house where a '. man had been really murdered a few months ago. We are not to take any flashlights or anything ' else so we cannot see the ghosts. Each boy is to tell a ghost story. If my knees don't bother mo I am going to make a try. We have an organization called the Wreckers, and every time a boy does anything wrong those unknown men take him out at night and put him under the pump and then into the Lake. But I am awful sorry, ."nix" but I haven't had the pleasure of meeting them yet. As I must go and feed my mosquitoes and take a stroll down to the lake I will close. Your old friend Frank Crowe. A CAMPER'S LIFE IN MICHIGAN The old Michigan woods for me Where nothing is in sight And you can dress just as you please For auy old thing is right. Ton hear the crickets croakin Yon hoar the elm trees moan And then you hear those "darned old owls" jA't out an awful groan. By F. II. C.

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A British official photograph after the British artillery got through Did You Ever Play Bird? I know a little boy that did one time, and he had a whole lot of fun. What, you don't know how to play bird? Well here is l,e way the little boy I know did i. I am not sure, but I think he invented the game, that is, he made it up. One day as he was playing in the woods near his home, he found a bird's nest with the mother bird in the nest and sitting on five little eggs. Now this little boy'a grandfather had a big chicken farm and one time he had given the little boy four china eggs that the hens had "learned," and which could not be used any more. So the little boy thought of the eggs and of the bird's nest and he then decided to build himself a nest and play bird by sitting on the china eggs. Now this little boy knew it would be impossible for him to make a nest out of small blades of grass, hairs, string and things like that, like the real birds do, so he made his nest out of the sticks and other pieces of wood from an old brush pile in the wood. He took these sticks to a tree that was not very high, and one that had a fork near the bottom large enough to hold his "nest." Then he went to his home and took a lot of old rope and bound the sticks together and filled up the fork in the tree. After he had made the shell of the nest, he raked up some dry leaves and grass that was in the woods and with this he lined the nest. After about a half a day's work he had the nest completed and In the afternoon he put the china eggs in it. It wasn't much fun sitting on the china eggs after the nest was built, but after all the boys in the neighborhood had taken "turns" "set Pershing

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Major-Gcneral John J. Tershing accompanied by French officers, rajio his respects at tho grave oi Lafayette,

Battered German Strongholds

showing the remains of a one-time with it. ting" on the eggs, they abandoned the nest. The little boy declared it was a lot of fun building the nest and that he was going to build another some time. If you live near a woods, don't you think it would be a lot of fun building a bird's nest and playing bird? By Whiff leditty. ROOSTER EATS FRUIT. A farmer at Athol, Mass., declares that his prize rooster having partaken too freely of some preserved cherries thrown out of, a kitchen window, was so drunk that he was taken for dead and stripped

THE SMILER There's an idiotic fellow whom I meet where'er I go; He's the crazy kind of fellow all the little children know. You wouldn't think him silly from his manner or his style; Still it seems he must be foolish, for he always wears a smile. When the way is long and weary and the load is hard to bear, When you're weighted down with trouble and there's no one seems to care That's the time this foolish fellow comes a singin' up the road With a word and smile to clreer you and to help you with your load. With his smiling "Buck up, partner, 'cause we're bound to pull it through; Though your load's too big for one man it's a little load for two." And you feel yourself uplifted with a strength to play your part With his arm to aid your body and his smile to brace your heart. No he hasn't got ambition, but his lifework never ends.; He knows a million people, and he's got a million friends. He doesn't strive for fame and wealth, he hasn't got a goal; He's just a simple fellow with God's sunshine in his soul. Yes, he's just a foolish fellow with the eyes that cannot see All the misery and the sadness that are plain to you and me. But he knows-the joy of living, all that makes the world worth while And I'd like to be as foolish as the man behind the smile. New York Times

Visits Lafayette's Grave

German stronghold at Messines Ridge

of his feathers. He recovered from his "jag," however. But when he returned to the poultry yard, minus his feathers, his hens would not recognize him, and refused to allow him to share their coop. The old frame residence of H. A. Northrup at the corner of Garfield avenue and Alhambra road, Los Angeles, has been torn down. It was built in 1882 by Miss Jennie Stoneman, sister of a governor of California. It was one of the oldest landmarks in the valley, and when erected stood in the midst of a barley field.

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SCOUT MOVEMENT

INTERESTSALL BOYS Every father or mother who has a red blooded boy of 12 or 14 years realizes the value of the system or movement which will not only curb tho naturally mischcvlous side of tho boy, but will train him along constructive lines, so that the vigor of youth is turned in the right direction, and it is for this reason that the Boy Scout movement has met with such success wherever it is adopted because the parents are in sympathy with it and use their influence in furthering the aims of the organization. " From a small beginning in February, 1910, the Scout movement has grown to such an exten that more than 282,000 American youngsters now wear the khaki uniform which marks them as members of the organiza-, tion which ha3 done so much in the upbuilding of American youth. The lowest grade in - the Boy Scout system is known as-the "Tenderfoot" degree and any normal boy can pass the simple tests which are necessary for admittance. - Once in, and wearing a uuiform, the friendly rivalry for advancement to higher degrees and for the various merit badges and medals is such that he will do his utmost to improve himself, and the result is seen in the splendid specimens of manhood who are the proud possessors of the appellation, "First Class Scout," or who are privileged to wear one or more of the merit badges offered to those who pass the necessary tests. Each test has been designed to be of lasting value to the boy who can pass it, so that there is more than the mere ownership of the badge which goes with its presentation. FEED A SOLDIER The army of 251,189 Boy Scouts of America, thoroughly organized and disciplined, trained to obey orders cheerfully and hardened to hiking and. outdoor life and the physical exertion that comes in the 3oldier's life, has already been called on by Uncle Sam to take part in several campaigns. . Those that have not already been brilliantly won are being driven forward su cessfully. The first of these is the gardening campaign under the battle-cry, "Every Scout To Feed A Soldier. Thousanads of boy scouts in thousands of back-yards and vacant lot3 and on country acres are nursing skyward the beanstalks that will later on enable the American Army in France to enter the fight fed on the good old American bean. The perishable articles of the garden that the scouts will raise for home consumption will release thousands of tons of grain for th soldiers of the Allies. " . The Liberty Loan campaign wag another four-day battle pursued with magnificent strategy and persistence. So far, $18,661,000 In bond signatures is recorded at National Headquarters as having been captured for Uncle Sam. The Red Cross has had a faithful and efficient ally from the first in the boy scout; and while no national campaign has been carried on by the boy scouts for this purpose, in hundreds of cities and towns the country over the troops have collected money, and have made pads and bandages, and have put up pound packages of concentrated food, and have packed cases, and have done other hard work ordinarily done by , the men. .' THE LIFE LESSON There! little girl don't cry! They have broken your doll I know; And your tea-set blue, And your playhouse, too re things of the long ago; But childish troubles will soon pass by 'here! littlo girl; don't cry! There! little girl don't cry! They have broken you slate I know; And the glad wild ways - Of your school girl days Are things of the long ago; But life and love will soon come little girl don't cry! There! little girl; don't cry! They have broken your heart I know; , And the rainbow gleam3 Of your youthful dreams Are things of the long ago; But heaven holds all for which you sigh There! little girl don't cry! Jame3 Whitcomb ltiley.