Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 42, Number 257, 8 September 1917 — Page 6

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THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM The Junior Palladium is tho children's section of tho Richmond Palladium, founded May C, 1916, and Issued each Saturday afternoon, All boys and girls are invited to be reporters end contributors. News Items, Bocial ovents. "want", advertisements, stories, local jokes and original poems Rre acceptable and wiil be published. Articles should be written plainly and on one side of the paper, with tho author's name and ago signed. Aunt Molly Is always glad to meet the children personally &a they bring their articles to the Palladium office, or to receive letters addrcssou to the Junior Editor. This is your littlo newspaper and we hope each Doy and girl will use It thoroughly.

Quick Work By Johnston Grosvenor. (Editor's Note. The following story was written by a Richmond author and has proved so popular that we have been given the privilege of publishing it in the Junior.) "I'm glad that they put cement curbs on this new road," said Gansey Ward, gazing down the gradual slope of the long white gutters. "It is the best place In town to roller skate." "No one can come along to see us or to stop our fun, until the road Is open to traffic," Jimmy Farlan cried, as he clanked his skates ready for a coast. "It gives me gooseflesh and scares me stiff when I slide on the narrow strip over the creek," confessed Sissie Burt. "But I like to do 4," he added valiantly. Peeler Smith scoffed. "We wouldn't be hurt if we did fall off. The creek is nothing but soft mud holes. There isn't much water in it," and way he raced. Jimmy followed. Gansey said to Sissie, "You may come last when we cross the creek; you will feel safer If you are close behind me." Then he started. Sissie followed him. The skate wheels sang a shriller and shriller tune as they turned faster and faster with the dip of the hill. ... '"Rah! 'Rah! 'Rah!" Three shouts of triumph rose as Peeler, Jimmy.Vand Gansey passed the creek. Sissie's yell was a wild shriek. The others turned abruptly, to see him shoot off the road and fall head first into the biggest puddle of the creek. . - His wail of "Aw! Aw! Aw!", ended in a breat "Blub! Blub" as he went under. For an instant two roller skates stuck straight into air. They then sank from sight. . "Whoop-ee!" cried the boys, scrambling down the bank to watch Sissie crawl out. But Sissie did not crawl out. There was no sign of him anywhere. "He's gone to the bottom drowned," whispered Peeler. Quite beside himself with the shock, he turned and ran up to the road, skating for help with all his speed. Jimmy threw away his cap and sweater and jerked Gansey's off. "This water isn't deep. It can't be. Wade in, Gan. Sis must be stuck in he mud." - Gansey's teeth chattered so that tie couldn't answer. His whole body ihook with a strange feeling. But e waded in beside Jimmy. The vater came only to their armpits. !n three steps their skates hit somehing. "Take a breath," said Jimmy. Filing their lungs, they bobbed under, jlutched Sissie, aud dragged him ishore. The little body dropped in a heap is they tried to make it stand. The jyes and nose and mouth even the ars were full of mud. A ' horrid light! ' There was no answer to their !rantic shouts of, "Sis! Sis! Sis!" md "Are you all right?" "He is drowned. He is drowned," noaned Jimmy. He had never seen leath so close at hand before. This ideous thing was more than he :ould bear. He turned livid and aank on the ground sobbing. There wasn't a person in sight in any direction. No help! But Gansey, whose thoughts had suddenly leaped to his First Aid lessons, already had Sissie's body flat on the grass, face downward and the arms pulled above the head. With his own knees on the ground, he bestrode Sissie's back at the hips, pressing the palms of his hands as hard as ever he could on Sissie's sides between the short ribs. He lifted his hands and counted slowly, "One, two, three, four." Then he put his bands down again and pressed with all his weight. As he lifted them, he kept the count by kicking Jimmy on the shins, "One, two, three, four" times.

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Then he pressed Sissie's sides again. "Get up and help," he commanded, using the words to mark the interval. After he had pressed this time, he kicked Jimmy as before, "Help with First Aid," he counted. The pain of the whacks from Gansey's metal skates and the familiar words "First aid" brought Jimmy to his senses. He saw at a glance what Gansey was trying to do, for they were in the same "gym" classes. Crying and trembling, but struggling for self-control, Jimmy tried to remember what to do, and then decided to turn Sissie's head gently to one side as Gansey pressed and counted by turns, without stopping once. "The mud is running out of his mouth and nose," Jimmy shouted almost at once. "Ipush water out," puffed Gansey, and then bent to press Sissie's sides; then, "Air should suck in," and he squeezed again firmly. Jimmy had become the best of help now. "Keep his mouth open," counted Gansey, quite certain that

THERE'S AN ORCHARD A HUNDRED MILES LONG IN NOVA SCOTIA

Good Roads through ths. A pple Orchard Ccun

' Grandmothers of all orchards on this continent are those of Nova Scotia, between two great rolls of mountains that used to be lava when the world was young, and now play at windbreaking for the hundred-mile long Annapolis Valley with the bright blue Annapolis River flowing down the center of it. The Acadian French planted the first trees back in 1605, from seeds brought from Normandie in little sailing vessels we'd be afraid to trust out of sight of the pierhead. Who doesn't love apple-blossoms miles of 'era, with a salt ocean breeze shaking out the sweetness, and a June sun flirting with every perfect tree at the same time? Who

RICHMOND PALLADIUM. SEPTEMBER 8, 1917.

KWHATIL Y2 HAVE, MIKe ? " "oh! oi'll take a strawberry tart"

they were doing the right thing at the right moment. "I think lie is trying to breathe," said Jimmy, clearing away the mud and making it easier for air to enter nose and mouth. "I think so too," agreed Gansey as Sissie snorted and gasped and squirmed under the rhythmic rise and fall of the stout little hands that never faltered; brave little hands, trained for some need of this r7r . doesn't love a baked apple, too a big, red, juicy, baked apple like a melting island in a sea of cream? The Nova Scotians assert that there are no apples to compare with theirs, because the salt air gives them a taste that no inlandgrown fruit can boast of. In autumn the Annapolis Valley looks like a bed of green holly, viewed from a distance, with all the big red apples like the clustered berries. One and three-quarter million barrels are filled with fruit for the export trade every year. Apple growing is a good proposition in Nova Scotia, for the trees live from 60 to 100 years in the valley as compared with 20 to 60 years in more trying climates. Cranberries, raspberries, strawberries and

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very kind. "Keep his arms up." How often they had repeated these rules! How many times they had played at rescuing one another from the "gym" swimming pool! "He must be made dry and warm," quoted Jimmy, as Sissie's breathing became more regular with Gansey's careful action. So by degrees Jimmy pulled off the soaked clothes. With his dry

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Box Packing Nova Scotia Apples a t oil r.tl.s.w mM r.:ix An mr.U all other small fruits do well, "to say nothing of the Digby cherries which make the most wonderful pies you ever tasted. A motor trip through Nova Scotia is an ideal summer holiday. The little towns nestle into their orchards like a violet under its leaves; the sparkling basin is an infinitely extended, sun warmed bathing beach; all the farmhouses are painted white, and, as there are no factories, they stay that way, looking like stage scenery against the vivid green country. And finally there is all the game and all the fishing you'd want in the rough country over South Mountain, where the shooting boxes lure their September guests with a promise of moose.

woolen cap lie rubbed the skin to a red glow. He slipped Gansey's big sweat or on Sissie's thin legs for trousers and his own sweater on tho arms for a coat. At this sta;;e all three boys were hot and grunting. Sissie painfully asked for a drink. "Hot drink is the proper stuff," Jimmy quoted again. Every normal outdoor fellow carries a waterproof matchsafe, and Jimmy soon built a fire under a stray tomn'o can and filled it with doubtful looking creek water. "That water must be sterilized," declared Gansey, "boiled, you know." "I'll put some sassafras bnrk in it," Jimmy decided; "then it will taste good and we'll all have some." After they had cheered themselves with this peculiar but highly pleasing beverage, Gansey cuddled the patient in a feed of sun-warmed leaves. "Peeler will bring somebody to take you have soon. How do you feel, now, Sis?" "Rather queer," answered Sissie, feebly. "I'm the first fellow in our class to have ar ti fi ci al res-pi ration. I didn't know it would feel so strange." "It's a good thing we had those First Aid lessons," said Gansey. "It is a better thing that we had presence of mind enough to use them," added Jimmy. Sissie looked at his friends solemnly. He was very grateful to them. "It is the best thing of all for me that you practiced and practiced those lessons 'til you couldn't forget 'em. That is really what saved me." By Courtesy of The Story-Teller's Magazine.

The flesh of the ring-failed iguana found in the West Indies chiefly in Jamaica, is uneatable, as it gives forth a disagreeable odor.

Query Corner The editor will try to answer questions readers of the Junior submit to her. She will not 1 promise to answer all of them. The questions will be answered in rotation, so do not expect the answer to be printed in the. Kame week in which you send it in.

Dear Editor: What makes the sun and moon stay up? Reid Myrick. Dear Reid: You must remember that the sun is neither up or down, any more than the center of a fer-ris-wheel is up or down, it is the earth and the seven other planets that goes around the sun just as the little cars go around on t'.ie ferriswheel. And the thing that holds us all together are the steel cords of gravity, just as the steel braces of a ferris wheel do. Then the moon is a satelite of the earth, and it goes around us just as the earth and other planets go around the sun. And the power or force that makes us stay "up" is gravity. Ed. Deat Editor: What makes water? Jim Hill. Dear Jim: The two things which make water are, in the first place, passes' called hydrogen and oxygen. When two little parts of hydrogen unite with one part of oxygen it makes one tiny little part (or molecule) of water, but to do this, it takes a tremendous amount of heat or electricity. Ed. Dear Editor: How can an aero--plane stay up at midnight when the earth is up side down? William Campfield. Dear William: It can stay up then just as easily as it does in tho daytime because the force of gravity pulls it right back to the earth, and keeps it from dropping off in space, just as a magnet will hold nails suspended in the air and keep them from dropping on the floor. Ed. Dear Editor: What would all tho people do if the earth would stop going around all of a sudden? W. I. C. Dear W: I expect all the people would be flying head first out of doors and windows. Ed. Say, Aunt Molly: What would all the teachurs do if ther wusnt animor skule on account of the big war? Jimtnie G. Dear Jimmie: I don't know, but maybe they would all start working In amunition factories, or knitting socks for soldiers. Aunt M.