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

'AGE FOUR

Sctty Moore's School Days Chapter III. Betty awoko early as was her custom. For a moment she did not know whero she wa3. Then it came to her that she was at her grandmothers. She ro:;e and went to the window. She said. "0, it is so different from tho ranch and hardly a pcrwm is up." Presently two largo tears rolled down her cheeks and she laid her head on the window sill and cried. Half an hour later she arose and went to tue bathroom to bathe her face. "Wouldn't daddy to surprised to think I am home-sick already," mused Betty. "I will try to please grandmother by being prompt to breakfast." With these words she dressed and started down stairs just as the breakfast bell rang. "Good morning grandmother," said Betty, "Good morning Betty," said her grandmother. "I see you are up early. That was the first gong you heard. The second gong is the gong for breakfast. But f ince you are up we shall breakfast now." After breakfast Betty went to her room to dress for school. When Be'ty was dressed her grandmother called, "Betty here is Virginia waiting, for you." Betty hurried down he stairs to meet Virginia. "Good-morning Virginia," said Betty. "Good-morning Betty," replied Virginia, "Are you ready for school?" "Yes," said Betty. "Good-bye Krandmother." "Good bye Betty. Be a good girl," said hergrandmother. Betty said but a few words on the way to school. She was so excited and nervous that she could not talk. Virginia kept up a lively chatter about the girls and the fun they had last year at school. - When they reached school, the room was in a buzz of the meeting of the girls that had been away on their vacations, and the new girls were running around looking at the different rooms. When Virginia came in the girls rushed upon her with screams of delight. ' "O, Virginia are you glad to be back? Did you have a good time? When did you come back? Why didn't you tell us?" were the questions that were showered upon her. "Girls! Girls!" screamed Virginia "One question at a time. Do not talk all at once." - By this time Betty who' had been pushed away from Virginia, looked around at the groups of girls. She thought, "O how I would like to be liked by all the girls like Virginia." Finally when Virginia had gotten the girls quieted, she said, "Girls! Here is my new friend Betty Moore who Is going to this school." The girls all looked at Betty who began to feel embarrassed with so many pairs of eyes looking at her. Virginia, seeing her embarrassment, said, "Betty I shall introduce you to a few girls and after awhile you will learn to know the rest." "This is Charlotte Marshall,' she said pointing to a tall stately girl. Who in return for Betty's cordially 'How do you do," said coolly, 'How do you do.' " Betty at once began to feel embarrassed again. So Virginia hastened to say. "This is Gwendolyn Jones and the girl by that name came forward and shook Betty's hand vigorously. "How do you do," she said, "I hope you will like Harmony Hall." "It Is a beautiful place," said Betty, "I know I shall like it here." . "I wonder, what made Charlotte act that way," whispered Frances Deen to another girl."You know she always treats new girls with respect." "I think she Is jealous," said the other girl. "This new girl is dressed just as nice as Charlotte is and she is prettier than Charlotte." Just then tho gong rang. Virginia came over and took Betty with her. The girls filed into the class rooms and the buzz of excitement ceased. (Chapter IV Next Week.) THEY WERENT HORSES! One day a little girl came to our house and she had some horseradish to sell, so she asked my mother if she wanted to buy some, but mother said "No." So after she had gone my little brother was sitting on the floor and he thought and thought, and finally he said, "Mamma, she didn't know that we don't have any horse, did she?" As told by George Wlasler.

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LITTLE JESS WILLARD JR., WANTS A PONY Little Jess Willard Jr., Is only three years old but he wants a pony . Ever since he 6aw a certain Shetland pony in his father's circus, he has wanted it, and he wants it awfully badly, too. You see, his daddy was a cow boy and rode all kinds of horses and ponies, and little Jess Jr., wants, to show folks that he can do things too, even though he does have to live in Chicago instead of out on a ranch. So he calls this pony "my pony" and every time he see his father, or every time a letter is sent off he wants to know if "my pony" is still all right Little Jess Jr. is quite like his father in lots of ways, but he hasn't had any big fights yet The only fights he has arc with his sisters, and they aren't very bad; but oh well, boys, you know how sisters are. Every once in a whilo they just need someone to really Bhow them who the man in the family is, that's all. In fact, Mr. Willard said his boy and girls are just about like other folks, but on the whole they have about as much fun together a3 anyone. And if they are as proud of their splendid big father as he Is of those four little Willard folks back at home, you can guess that it is a pretty nice family all around, even if poor little disappointed Jess Jr., is still wanting "my pony." Norway, Me., has a group of five women whose ages total 418 years. They are Mrs. Harriet Porter MilIettage ninety-three; Mrs. Hannah Billings, age ninety; Mrs. John Henry Millet, age eighty-nine; Mrs. Clara J. Hayden, ago eighty-eight, and Mrs. Sarah E. Bates Bartlctt age eighty-eight Rip Van Winkle of Japan Urashima was very much pleased at these words. He took one oar and the daughter of the Sea-God took the other. They rowed and

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they rowed until they came to the golden palace. Here the Sea-God lived and ruled as king over the tortoises, fishes and everything that lives in the sea. Urashima had never seen such a beautiful place. The berries on the trees were rubis. The eyes of the nsh wre diamonds; their scales were silver. The tail3 of the tortoises were pure gold. Just think of all of the beautiful things you could have seen and put them together; then you will know what the palace looked like. Urashima was delighted. He spent weeks and months wandering about the golden palace, talking to the daughter of the Sea-God. But one day he said to her, "I am very happy here, Still, I would like to go home and see my father and mother. Just let me go for a short time, I will soon be back." "I am very much afraid that something will happen to keep you from coming back," said she. "But if you will go, there is no help for it. Take this box with you, but do not open it If you open it you will never be able to come back here, and you will die like other men." Urashima promised that he would not open the box. Then he got into his boat and rowed off. Charles L. Baker, Liberty, Ind. (To be Continued.)

INTERESTING SIGHTS IN NEW YORK The most interesting sight we saw when going over into New York was one day when instead of going under the river, we took the ferry from Hoboken. When the bell clanged announcing that the ferry was in, we were swept along in the general rush to get on the upper deck and were just ready to ;ross the narrow little strip of gang-plank, when we heard the worst roar and confused shouting from below, and looking down, there we saw a poor laundryman whose wagon had been tipped so forward when coming down the steep slope of the traffic gangplank that all the big baskets full of clean clothes had come tumbling out, spilling collars and shirts, waists and handkerchiefs all over that dirty drive way; and all the men around there were so mad they didn't know what to do. But that was just as we were starting over. As we were swinging out into the river and all the dirty little bootblacks were going around through the crowd murmuring their monotonous, "Polish, polish" so low that all you could hear was the "ish,"

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towards one side of the boat, while tho men began cheering and shouting and everybody began waving their hats or handkerchiefs, so we went too, and there was a French war ship steaming up the harbor safely in from "Somewhere." All the 'sailors were out on deck, waving their round white caps, and from the way they were grinning, one would think they were as glad to see us as we were to see them. Going over to New York from the ferry, gives you the full view of (he sky scrapers, that vivid blocky outline of the city, that is just as you picture it, except that all the highest buildings are down at the lower end of town, so that it seems a little top heavy on one side. Also from the ferry you can see the Statue pi Liberty if it is clear, and probably you would he as surprised as we were to find that instead of Liberty being white, she was bronze and now has turned a bright green in the salt sea air. Landing at Barclay street which is in the wholesale district, the rough cobble stone streets seemed so narrow, and the monsterous buildings so very, very tall, that we felt as though we were in the bottom of a well. Under the low heavy beams of the roaring elevated railroad, the air seemed a damp brown twilight, even in the middle of the day, while the ragged little children playing with a weather worn, soap box wagon seemed a;; dull brown as the buildings, and even the great powerful horses tugging and straining under the great truck loads of canvas covered merchandise fitted into the general drab colored scene. One of the strangest things to us was that in all the hundreds and hundreds of wagons that kept passing, horses seemed to be u;;ed almost entirely for the heavy hauling, and we only saw the huge motor trucks now and then. Up own we saw the Boy Scouts playing one of the street pianos and singing, helping the recruiting officers and also selling a new patriotic song for the benefit. Even out in tho suburbs there was so much recruiting on the streets, and in almost every church yard you would see' the little brown tents for the headquarters of another officer. While we were there, the city was decorated to honor the Italian embassy, and everywhere, on telephone poles and across the streets, in windows decking the buildings, were the red, white and green flags: We noticed them especially as we went on the elevated through the foreign district, for there at almost every window was the Italian flag whether there was an American one or not. It is so interesting to be riding along opposite the fourth or fifth story windows and see all the little children playing on the fire escapes or having a pillow on the window sill so that they can be comfortable as they lean half out, watching what passes along the street so far below for hour after hour. But one of the most interesting places I was in was St. Paul's church. Although it is just off of Broadway where there is constantly so much noise and turmoil, the minute you step inside those old brown doors which are always open, the roar of all the world Outside seems miles away. In here is the old square pew with George Washington's name on the door, and the coat of arms just above; and anyone who wishes, may sit in the very place where he used to so many years ago. Many people only think of New York as being big and new and busy, but it is old and historical as well, and right in the very heart of the busiest section, you find this beautiful quiet old church, with the quaint old graveyard around it, and within the slender iron fence that surrounds its square, Is peace.

In calling attention to the manifold uses for cotton, cotton seed and cotton-seed oil, the Boston Herald mentions the following products: Photographic films, automobile windows, buttons, "ivory," artificial silk, combs, knife handles, trunks, book bindings, shoes, furniture, headwear, hand bags, lard, soap, butterlne, paints, rubber, guncotton and smokeless powder used in explosives. The black iguana of California, of which the scientific name is ctenosaur acantnur In allusion to the comblike rrest of spines along the back, aeanthur meaning "Fpring tailed," i3 allied to the ring-tailed iguana, but unlike the Jamaican iguana its flesh is highlv esteemed.