Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 42, Number 251, 1 September 1917 — Page 6

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SEPTEMBER 1. 1917. THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM "Angel of Trenches" in Crimean War Still Lives Hero is one of the world's grandest women, despite the fact that she is today hidden away in a corner of Cairo, Egypt, upending her declining years in the midst of a small group of adoring friends. Sho is the Baroness de Ronsart, now eighty-five years old. She was once thief assistant to Europe's first "angel of the trenches," Florence Nightingale. As you can see, the Baroness has been decorated many times for her noble work in the Crimea. Almost every Englishman who visits Cairo these days pays his respects to this wonderful old lady in one way or another. Query Corner The Junior Palladium la the children's section of the Richmond Palladium, founded May, C, 1916, and Issued each Saturday afternoon. All boys and girls are luvited to be reporters nd contributors. News Items, social oveuts, "want" advertisements, stories, local jokes and original poems are acceptable and will bo published. Articles should bo written plainly and on one side ot 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 addressed to the Junior Editor. This is your little newspaper and we hope each boy and girl will use it thoroughly. The editor will try to answer questions readers ot the Junior submit to her. She will not promise to answer all of thorn. Tho questions will be answered, in rotation, so do not expect the answer to bo printed in the same week in which you send it in.

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HOW JIMMIE G. HtOVED THAT HE COULD EAT CRUSTS "Why mother, look," said little sister Marjie at the dinner table one day, "Jean's brought the whole loaf of bread on the table instead of cutting it out in the kitchen." "Yes dear," answered Mrs. Gray, "I asked her to. You know we must save all the food we can, and one of the best ways we can save bread is by cutting the slices just as you want them." "Well, I don't see why we have to cave' so much .bread," broke In Jimmie G. "Even if it is ten cents a loaf now, it doesn't cost as much

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as other things, and I should think you'd want us to eat all we can. White bread isn't nearly as expensive as rye bread either, but still that woman that came around here yesterday said, 'Use brown bread, and use rye bread. 'An, why mother, you know that little runty loaf of rye bread down at the bakery was fifteen cents. I think it's crazy." "But Jimmie," said his mother, "you don't understand. Wheat is one of the very biggest things that may make us win or lose the war. Because tired women or old men, or prisoners who don't care are the only ones Iert In Europe to produce the crops, and besides so much of the ground itself is being uprooted and shot to pieces by the terrible battles, that the whole world is looking to America to produce the food both for the armies and for those left at home in Europe, as well as for ourselves. And this will be even more true after peace is declared than it is now, because then we will have our now starving enemies as well as our allies to feed. "And you see," she continued, "wheat is the main thing that they need. We alw-ays have exported about three tenths of what we raise, ut this year we must send four and one-half tenths, or almost one half. To be exact, out of the 1,000,000,000 bushels of wheat which Canada and the United States raise together, instead of sending 300,000,000 bushels of it as we always have done before, we must send at least 450,000,000 bushels, leaving us only 550,000,000 bushels, where we really use 700,000,000 bushels. But we can manage to do it, if everyone will do their part by saving as much white bread as possible, and also using as many other kinds of food as they can to take its place." "Well, it weve got to feed urn, why don't we send um turnips an' egg plants an' these old creamed carrots that aren't very good anyhow. . Maybe the Belgians might like it and then we could have all the bread and pies and cakes an' things that we wanted." This was Jimmie G.'s opinion. "That might be all right, Jimmie, if they would help the people very much after they got there. But in the first place vegetables like that would not be good after they got across the water, and besides do not have the food value of wheat. A sack full of turnips would not be-1 gin to keep a family from starving like a sack full of flour would. And so that is why we are to eat as many fresh vegetables now, to save the wheat and gains for winter and for our allies." "Well, I wouldn't mind doing it if everybody else would," Jimmie finally admitted, "but I guess Tommy Harlow's mother doesn't go cutting the bread on the table, and making them all eat crusts, an havin' carrots for dinner, and everything." , "Oh yes she will," Mrs Gray -assured him, "because Jimmie, Mrs. Harlow was telling me yesterday afternoon how she had bought a round bread board just like this of ours, so that they could begin cutting the bread at the table, and she has signed the cards just as I have, promising to use all the suggestions ! we can which the government sends out to help us." i "Well," said Jean, looking across the table at Jimmie with perfect i score, "I'm just glad we're doing it. ! I think it's nice to cut the bread at the table, and besides if my country wants us to eat crusts of bread, and carrots and everything. I guess I can do that as easy as I could be a soldier. And I think anybody that would be a baby about a little thing like this Is a yellow-streaked slacker, so there." "Who's a slacker," said Jimmie, sitting up very straight and chewing away on his last crust as fast as he could. "There, i guess I've eaten every single thing on my plate, and now I'm going out with the fellows to help take around those pamphlets about canning. So hurrah for Old Glory and Crusts!" j

RIDDLES 1. Why is an old woman's night sap the most economical thing she wears ? 2. Why is a sailor the most learned person on earth as to what happens on the other side of the moon? 3. When will apple sauce run out of a sauce pan? 4. Why is a bad school boy like a postage stamp? ADELE HARRIS. 5. What is the difference between a person late for a train and a school mistress? 6. Why may carpenters reasonably believe there is no such thing as stone? 7. When is it dangerous to enter a church? 8. Would you rather have an elephant kill you, or a gorilla? 9. When is a chair treated spitefully? 1 10. What is the difference between a man going upstairs and one looking up? 11. When does a man impose on himself? (Answers next week.) The Rip Van Winkle of Japan . A long time ago there lived on the sea shore of Japan a boy named Washima. One day he went out in his boat to fish. But instead of a fish, he caught a big tortoise. It had a hard shell, a tiny tail, and such a funny old face. Now, you must know that tortoises always live a thousand years, at least Japanese tortoises do. , So Washima said to himelf, "A fish would do for my dinner as well as this tortoise. "If I do not kill it, it may yet live more than nine hundred years. No! no! I will not be so cruel. I am sure mother would not like it if I did such a thing." Then he threw the tortoise back into the sea. It was a warm summer day and the fish would not bite. At last Washima lay down in the boat and soon was fast asleep. As he slept, there came from under the waves a beautiful girl. She stepped into the boat and said: "I am the daughter of the SeaGod, and I live with my father in a golden palace beyond the waves. "It was not a tortoise that you caught just now and threw back into the sea. It was myself. My fatlier sent me to see whether you was good or bad. "We know now that you are a good boy who will not do cruel things. I have come to ask you to go with me to the golden palace,

beyond the deep blue sea. There you can live happily a thousand years. Selected by Charles L. Baker, Liberty, Ind. (Continued Next Week.)

A BIRTHDAY PARTY A fine day, some little girls and boys, dressed in their best, a dish of ice cream and a big birthday cake with candles on it, make a birthday party. Now Polly wasn't in her pretty green cage, but right out on the window sill. For Polly wouldn't fly away, Oh no! "One, two, three for Joey," and Helen, as she patted a big tree. "One, two, three for Joev," said Ha! ha! ha!" . Now grandma had given Joey a pretty birthday ring. "Put it on the table so it won't get lost," said mamma. "I will pnt it in this little cup," said Joey, and away he ran to play, "hide the thimble" with the children. What a noise! Polly flew in at the door to see what was the matter. They looked under the pillows, on the couch, under the chairs and behind the lace curtains for the thimble. "You"re warm!" cried Helen, or "You're coldr'i "Ding-a-ling," went the little silver bell. "Come in and have some birthday cake," said grandma. And there was papa standing in the door, with his eyes just twinkling at the fun. Joey ran to put his arm around his neck. "Come see my birthday ring," he laughed, running to the cup. "But where is my ring?" cried poor little Joey, the big tears coming into his eyes. "Maybe it fell down on the rug," said grandma. "Maybe it rolled out of the window into the grass," said grandpa. Up jumped the girls and boys, and began to hunt for the ring under the stand, table and chairs, and couch, and to look under the rugs but no ring could they find. "Never mind," said papa, patting Joey's curly head. But just then Polly laughed, "You're warm! Ha! ha! ha!" and there on top of the clock was the birthday ring. All the children clapped their hands and laughed, but when they scampered into the dining room again the ice cream was melted. "Never mind," said grandma, "there's more in the freezer." Selected by your friend, Elda Marie Honan, Richmond, Indiana.

Dear Aunt Molly: Who dug the very first gold mine? Donald Hoffman. Dear Donald : It must have been Adam, because you know he had to namo everything, and how could he have named tho gold, unless ho had dug the first gold mine. Ed. Dear Editor: How do they make cement? Dorn Patterson. Dear Dorn: There are so many kinds of cements that to answer your question we almost might say take any kind of substances which will stick things together, and you have some kind of a cement. But building, cement is made out of lime, water and sand. Ed.

Dear Aunt Molly: What i a cenotaplCr'Emriia R. My dear Emma: A cenotaph Is a monument which is raised to someone who is buried in another place. Ed. Dear Aunt Molly: Who Invented ink? John Wesley Palsgrove. Dear John: Probably it was the first person who squashed blackberries all over himself. Ed. Editor's Note: The next question so puzzled the editor that she finally inquired why such a question was asked. The whole, plus the explanation follows: Dear Aunt Molly: Wus Adam a German? Jimmie G. My dear Jimmie: I never had any reason to suppose that he was. Why? Aunt M. Well, I jest wondured if he wus made in germany. Dear Editor: What country really started the war? Reid Myrick. Dear Reid: We cannot tell yet what countries really were responsible and may have been planning for the war years ago, we think that Germany is to blame, and the Germans seem to think that England and France are. But the two countries that first declared war were Austria and Servia, while Germany, Russia, France and the others seemed at the time to be drawn in as allies and protectors of the smaller nations Ed. THEIR FORTUNE Once upon a time there was a little girl and her name was Julia. She had a little brother and his name was Tom. They had a very cross mother. One day Tom said to Julia, "Let's go and seek our fortune." Julia said, "All right." The next day they started out but they told their mother and she said, "All right. I am glad you will be gone." They went on and on until they came to a wood. There they heard someone humming and they followed until they came to an old lady who was knitting. The old lady looked up in surprise and said nobody had come to visit her for about three years. She asked them what they wanted and they told her. She said, "Not far away is a big dragon guarding some pearls, and whoever gets them should live with the king and queen." Then the old lady gave them a little glass of water and said, "Take this magic water and drop it on the dragon's head three times, and he will go to sleep." They took the magic water and walked until they came to the big dragon. They dropped it on his head three times just as the old lady had said, and they got the pearls and lived at the palace with the king and queen. Then they called their mother and father to come and live with them, and their mother was not cross any more, and they all lived happy ever after. By Mildred Gardner, 5A grade, Warner school. Many pigs die from becoming overheated in the cars while in transit. This is being taken care of by a western railroad company by providing a shower bath attachment in the cars for cooling tho pigs off at regular intervals.