Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 42, Number 221, 28 July 1917 — Page 8

PACUS FOUR

THE RICHMOND PALI.ADlliM, JULY 2S, 1917

THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM , , , , . , . , , ,,, T! Junior Palladium In 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 nd contributors. News Items, social events, "want" advertisements, (stories, local jokes and

original poems are acceptable and wiil be published. Articles should!

bo written plainly and on one side of the paper, with the author's name and ago signed. Aunt Molly is always glad to meet the children personally as they bring their articles to the Palladium office, or to receive letters addrcsseu to the Junior Editor. This is your littlo newspaper and we hope each coy and girl will use it thoroughly.

July 2S, 1917. ' Dear Junior FolKs Goodness gracious wasn't it a shame that 1 was so dreadfully busy last week that I simply couldn't find time to write a letter to you folks. Maybe you were all so busy reading the other things though that you didn't miss the letter. Now I am wondering just what I can tell you that might be Interesting. You see I got up this morning at 5:30 o'clock and that was just two hours early for me. At first I had to rub my eyes real hard to keep awake but just as soon as I jumped out of bed and washed my face I was really and truly wide awake and Oh, how pretty everything was. The birds were singing and all the gardens just looked lovely. And after I had breakfast I took a funny old train at 6:30 o'clock in the morning and rode all the way from Hagerstown to Cambridge City. The railroad was in a beautiful valley and oh, how lovely and green everything was. Shortly before we got into Cambridge I saw the canal stretching along in, such a lazy manner. Some way or other I wish all the Junior readers who could might have been piled in that funny pld caboose and had that lovely ride with me. It only lasted a half an hour but really it was so enjoyable. Now I can scarcely wait until September and October comes for I know the leaves will be turning and then I am sure the valley will be even more beautiful thin it was today. 1 want to thank all the hoys and girls for sending me such interesting stories last week. Help some more please. Aunt Betty.

AN OLD "SAW John Adams had a happy faculty of always wearing a broad grin, which with the slightest encouragement expanded into a wide, wide smile. . What of that, you say? Ob, nothing. ' Only one day John was laughing in his gay likeable way, when a man who owned a chain of stores, came into the store where John worked as a clerk. He talked to John and was won by, the sraale. Now. John is the manager of a . store in a large city and received a handsome salary. Which if we be allowed to paraphrase would run like this: "Smile the world smiles with you, ' Weep and you weep alone,"

ECHOES By HENRY McFARLONE NEWSY 'NEWS and FICTION

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You see, I come here and says that is I came to the office and said to Aunt Betty , said I. "Whafll I write this week?" "Oh, anything," says she, "jes so you fill up about 10 galleys" I don't know what galleys are but it rhyms with alley so I let it go. "Oh," says I, "only 10. I thought maybe you'd want some more." "Nope," says she, "I guess I couldn't use it If I did. G. E. T. has sent in another story so it will take all my time to fix it." "Oh," sez I, "one of those good stories." "Good -stories well no " she

says, "one great big demand is for good stories." "Ahem," says I. "No," sez she, "yours are no good nohow at all you mispell too many words at one time." "Then jes what kind of stories do you want," says I, tryin' to act normal again. "Oh, I want good stories, none of them things that start out with "Oncet opun a tym" either, one like "George was a giant killer his father was the man that planted a bean pole I mean a bean , and it growed to be the whole crop" that's the kind of story I like and I want lots of 'em but ones with real life." "And about them 10 galleys?" says I, looking in her auburn eyes I mean-hair. - "Oh, if my. Juniors would write good stories we would have lots of stories and lots of poems I like poets they're Immortal after the publishers get a hold of their masterpieces." . "I guess I'll go," saysM, looking out of the window. "I think I'll jump off of the bridge on my way over " "I hope so," Bays she. I left blame her. I went to the country Sunday to spend my holiday and had a very

important conversation with a pig. That Is the fellow I had the conversation with was the pig. I wasn't. I sat on the fence and said, "To you I give my heart and sole now tell me how you can stick you nose in the mud and find any pleasure in it?" "Oh, that's a great pleasure," says he, "I once in a while find a great, f ishin' worm for supper."

"Oh, is that all you find I wouldn't stick my nose in nothing i for a worm ." J "Oh, sez he," my book always'

said, Make hay while the sun shines." I looked at the sun which was behind a great big cloud and imagin

ed a pig having a book, "The sun j

ain't shinin' noe" says I. "Oh, tain't" sez he, "tain't a rainin neither" and he goes on I fall off the fence.

EXCHANGE COLUMN Open to AH Boys and Girls. Theai 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 4.604; reward, v

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 21 N. 19th street, 2:00 p. m Friday, July 13.

FOR SALE No. 2 Brownie cam-!

era; also a two-wheel cart. Harold Hanson, 1618 Main street. FOR SALE An air rifle, single shot. Call Prul Clevenger, 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 SALE Belguim hares for 40 cents each or 75 cents a pair. Kenneth Hybarger, 422 South Twelfth St.

FOR SALE Pair boys' rubber

boots, ; in good ' condition, outgrown them. $1.50. Roy Osborne, 101 Chestnut St.

FOR SALE-t-A child's automobile, Cheap. Inquire 203 South 10.

WANTED All girls to wear Red Cross uniforms. .

INDEPENDENCE DAY CELEBRATION IN PARIS

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American soldiers drawn up before their barracks at Neuilly, where they were quartered during their Paris visit Over the door is the French equivalent of "Welcome" "Bienvenue aux Poilus Americans" ("Welcome to American Poilus"). The barracks themselves were flwnd to be wonderfully equipped with eomforts for UUe troops and they literally lolled in luxury all the tim they were the honored guests of Paris.

HUT I LOVES HIM

(Myrtle Gibson, White School.) O, dear Is'e so tired and lonesome I wonder why Mama don't come, She told me to s'ut up my blues eyes, -.And 'fore I waked tips 'ed be home. S'e said s'e was going to see gamma; H e lives by the river so brisht, I s'pect that my Mama fell in there. And p'raps s'e won't turn home tonight. I dess I'm afraid to stay up here, Wivout any fire or light But Dod's lighted the lamps up in heaven, t see 'em all twinking and bright. I fink I'll go down and meet papa, , I s'pose he has stopped at the store, It's a great pitty store, full of bottles, Wish he wouldn't go there any more. Sometimes he is sick when he comes home And he stumbles and falls up the stair; And once when he corned in the parlor He kicked at my poor little chair. And Mama was all pale and frightened And hugged me up close to her breast, And called me her poor little Blossom, And dess I've forgotted the rest. But I remember that papa was angry. His face was so read and so wild, And I remember he striked at poor Mama And hurted his poor little child. But I loves him and I dess I'll go find him, Maybe he'll come home with me soon, And then it won't be dark and lonely Waiting for Mama to come! Out into the night wont the baby, The dear little blossom so fair; With eyes that were blue as the morning And halo of golden brown hair. Out into the night went the baby, Her little heart beating with fright, Till the tired feet reached the gin palace All radiant with music and light. The little hand pushed the door open Though her touch was as light as a breath The little feet entered the portal That leads but to ruin and death. Away down the long floor she pattered, The pretty blue eyes opened wide, 'Till she spied in a corner her papa. And the tiny feet paused at his side. "Oh, papa," she cried as she reached him And her voice rippled out sweet and clear "I thought if I could I would find you, And I am so glad I is here." The lights are so pitty, dear papa, And 1 fink that the musics so sweet But 1 dess it's most supper time For Blossom wants something to eat A moment the bleared eyes gazed wildly Down into the face sweet and fair, And then as the demon possessed him, He grasped at the back of a chair. A moment and a second 'twas over. The work of a fiend was complete And the poor little innocent blossom Lay bleeding and crushed at his feet Then swift as the light came his reason, And showed him the deed he had done, With a groan that the devil might pity, He knelt by the quivering form. He pressed the paje face to his bosom, He lifted the fair golden head; A moment the baby lips trembeld, And poor little Blossom was dead. Then in came the law so magestio, And said that for this he must die; That only a fiend or a mad man Could have murdered a child in that way But the man who had sold him the poison That made him a demon of helL Why he should be loved and respected, Because he was licensed to selL He may rob yon of friends and of money, Send you to perdition and woe, But so long as he pays his license The law must protect him, you know. God pity the women and children Who are under the Juggernaut rum And hasten the day when against it Neither heart, voice or pen shall be dnmb.

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