Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 42, Number 287, 13 October 1917 — Page 10

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'.CUE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, OCT. 13, 1917.

THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM ,;J' 1 'l ' " ' '' 1 """ " '' " " ' 11 i .. 1 S3 The Junior Palladium la the children's section of the Richmond Palladium founded May 6, 1916, and issued each Saturday afternoon. All boys and girls aro Invited to be reporters nd contributors. News

items, social events, "want" advertisements, stories, local Jokes and

original poema are acceptable ana win be published. Articles should be written plainly and on one sida of the paper, with the author's name and age signed. Aunt Molly Is always glad to meet the children personally an they bring their articles to the Palladium office, or to receive letters addresseu to the Junior Editor. This Is your little newspaper and we hope each Doy and girl will use it thoroughly. ,

Query Corner The editor will try to answer questions readers of the Junior submit to her. She will not uromise to answer all of them. The nue-Btlons will bo answered n rotation, so do not expect the answer to bo printed in the mme week In which you send it In. Dear Aunt Molly; Who first in.vented hairpins? Ruth Moorman, . Hibbered school. , Dear Ruth: From all I find in encyclopedias I think hairpins must have been first invented by Mrs. Eve, when she pinned up her hair with long beautiful polished thorns. For hairpins were worn as far back as history goes, and records show that some of the most cherished possessions that ancient ladies had were their gold and silver jeweled hairpins. Some of the rmost peculiar hairpins, however, were worn, by the Athenian women for they had little grass-hoppers, mounted beautifully on the top, so that when the women had -their hair done up, their heads were dotted all over by these green grass-Uoppers.-Ed. Dear Aunt Molly: Are you going to write about Columbus?Louise McPherson, Hibberd school. Dear Louise: Not when all you 'oiks in school can do It as well as ou do. Ed. Dear Aunt Molly: Who first invented clothespins? Winifred Diana Stout, Hlbberd school. - Dear Winifred: That was such hard question I had to ask Mr. Huckleberry Finn who edits the Hicksville Breeze, and he said he had heard that Robinson Cruso in vented them when he was waiting for Friday. Ed. . Dear Aunt Molly: Are you go ing out on Hallowe'en night? Hel en Smith. Dear Helen: Not I! Since I have to be my plain self when I go in or out every other day and night 3f the year, on Hallowe'en I'm go ing to turn Into a regular witch and take several black cats out for a broom-stick ride, so if you see something black flying across the iree tops or brushing past your window, you will know it's your ormer Aunt M. EXCHANGE COLUMN Open to Alt Boys and Girls. These Aj Cost You Nothing; Send In Your "Wants" to The Palladium Junior. LOST One roller skate in Finley school yard. Return to Alice Palmer, 311 South Seventh street. Reward. LOST A gold pin with name Ruth on it. If found,' return to 218 South Eighth street, and receive reward. LOST A yellow barret. If found, please return to Frieda Deubner, 224 South Eleventh street LOST A gold bracelet. If found, please return to 323 South Sixth street '.' :V-'. ' ' ' TO TRADE A pair of ball-bearing roller Bkates for a Belgian hare. Phone 4669 or call at 19 Hilda street FOR SALE A girl's wheeL Call at 913 North G. FOUND A small gold beauty pin. Owner may call at Palladium office to recover property. LOST Will the person who found a child's umbrella on or near Finley school grounds please return it to Charles Walsh. Room 3, Finley school.

Helping to Win the War Advice to Americans Between the Ages of Six and Sixteen. Prepared for the Indiana State Council of Defense by George Ade. Assuming that this letter is now being read by some boy or girl old enough to go to school but still young enough to be called a "kid," (by those who don't know any better) let us begin by asking the question, "Is it wrong to fight?" Every boy or girl with civilized parents can answer that question.

It Is not to be answered by "yes," or "no." 'If we say "yes," we admit at once that our old friends George Washington and U. S. Grant were depraved characters, because they fought and then kept on fighting. If Buffalo Bill once upon a time rodevout across the plains and came upon a band of Indians attacking a settler's cabin and went dashing up with his scouts and killed a few redskins, is there any boy in the world who would go back on Buffalo Bill and pick out some quiet, elderly real estate dealer as a substitute hero? : It's too foolish to talk about. Suppose we say it is not wrong to fight. Then we remove all blame from the Indians that Buffalo Bill killed and we find ourselves so mix ed up that probably we had better back up and take a new start. In answer to the question, "Is It wrong to fight," there can be but one sensible reply, as follows: "It all depends." Suppose a boy of 14 is walking along the street with his sister and the neighborhood bully swaggers around the corner and pushes the boy up against a fence and cuffs K7' :V tries some insulting familiarities on the sister, and suppose the boy who is thus humiliated and whose sister is in tears, suddenly remembers that he has been told to "keep out of fights!" What shall he do? Retreat to an alley, or stand up in defense of his own self-respect and try to protect his sister? Suppose he says to the bully, "I believe in peace and no matter what you do to me, I won't strike back." Then he would get a few more cuffs for good measure, and his sister would be ashamed of him and he would be ashamed of himself and the little rowdy who attacked him would call himself cock of the walk and be a greater nuisance than ever before. . The United Stales of America is 'involved in hideous wur because President Wilson and Congress and all persons who are warmed by red blood instead of being chilled by sarsaparilla pop had to make the same decision that every boy is called upon to make when he is jumped upon by a tough customer. Another question (boy only) : Did you ever let a boy up before he yelled "Enough" and then kave the whole fight over again? If so, you might go around in your neighborhood and give tome valuable Information , to pcoplo older than yourself. If you (this is for both boys and girls) went out into the woods for a picnic with another "bunch" of young people you knew and liked. and If your crowd had a basket of things to eat and the other crowd had a basket and some toughies came along and stole the basket belonging to the other crowd, would you give them something to eat out of your basket, or let them sit over by themselves, hungry and miserable, and watch you stuff your selves? You'd play fair, of course, even If you had to go a little hungry. Mr. Hoover is now asking every boy and girl in America to play fair and divide up with the hungry youngsters of France and Belgium and Great Britain. There Isn't enough food in the world to go around if we ore selfish and claim more than our share. How can a boy or girl under high school age really help to win the war? First Join the Junior Red Crflss. 1

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THE, GREAT Frederick the Great will no longer defiantly stand on his pedestal before the War Club in Washington unless the efforts of a "riled" congress count for nought. "The thing should be thrown into the Potomac," Senator Robert L. Owen, of Oklahoma, gave this expression of his sentiment toward the appearance of the obnoxious figure be Then keep on saying, "I "know Uncle Sam is right and 1 will pull for him until he wins." Believe what you say. Root for the U. S. A. as you would root for your baseball nine or your basketball five. Stand out on the edge of the sidewalk and cheer the soldiers as they swing by. If you get a chance to hold yarn for a Red Cross knitter, do your "bit," and say to yourself, when your arms begin to set tired: "I am helping on a pair of stocks, and these socks will keep a soldier warm and prevent him from being ill or discouraged. When the time comes for him to fight he will be in better condition and more willing to fight because he had these warm socks to wear. He will climb over the top of a treuch and help to chase the GermanB back to wr;rG they belong. There will be a great victory and I will share in it because I held the yarn, that knit the socks that warmed the feet that the man that chased the German that obeyed a Kaiser that has to be licked before the world can go back to housekeeping." Probably the children to whom we are now talking are better posted regarding United States history than are Borne of the people who t alk about It. The children have got the Declaration of Independence and the Emanacipation Proclamation freshly in mind and know what they were about and why. They know that this country is dead set against slavery, either of the old-fashioned kind of chains and shackles, or the modern sugar-coated German variety. the training camps or on their way to France are getting ready to fight against the oppressions of a cruel despot, Just as some other American boys once fought at Bunker Hill. By the way, if you can find a man or woman who does not understand how the right of a democracy are to be preserved when kings go on the rampage, you might loan this ignorant person your achool history Mark the pages relating to the Boston Tea Party, the Liberty Bell, Lexington, Valley Forge and Yorktown. See if you can find any favorable mention of the pacifists of 1776!

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ant war buildings and with it has given Impetus to a movement which promises to soon affect some appropriate means of destroying the bronze statue of the Father of Prussianism which was given to the people of the United States as a personal token from Kaiser Wilhelm. , , MolHc's Little White Road Mollle loved her cozy bedroom, close under the old farm roof, but her chief delight was the age-worn wall paper. Its pattern was made up of countless white roads winding over purple mountains topped by Scotch ceders . and wee windmills. "They are my dream roads," Mollie would say to her doll family, "and all sorts of nice things will come down them some day." One white road over her oak door had delightful volleys and hills, caused by the unevenness of the farm house wall. One morning when Mollie awoke a breeze stirred the muslin curtains and tapped a spray of crimson roses against the latticed windows. She dressed hurriedly and ran downstairs to greet her aunt. "It's such a lovely day, Auntie," she said, "may I go berrying today?" -. . It was dusk when Mollie had her basket of blackberries on the dairy table. Old Betty was making butter with a small wooden pat. "We're going to have changes, deary," she said, cheerily. "The builder has been here this afternoon. Mistress was sorry you did not come early we're going to have new paper in all the bedrooms." "Not my room," cried Mollie, "I don't want it papered. Auntie should have told me." Mollie ran away to find her aunt. "Auntie," she cried pasionately, "you're not gong to have my room papered are you?" "Yes, dear," said her aunt gently. "I wished to tell you today we might have chosen a new one like it, but you were too late and the builder had to take the order. I have been wondering If you would Mollie sulked. "If I can't have my room all white roads," she said crossly, "I won't have any." "Very well," said Miss Castlerigg. - For several days Mollie kept up her sulkey air, until one night as she knelt by her bedside. She owned to herself that she was acting very mean. Til go and pull a piece of my paper off. Then I will go make up with auntie," she said to herself. She ran to her own room, now cleared almost bare of furniture. The new paper covered most of the wall, but over the low oak door

there was still vislblo about a foot of the old paper, one white road, a windmill and a group of ceder trees wore left uncovered; the workman had been short of paper. Mollie dragged a small table to the door and climber on it. There were sever thicknesses of paper and the wall seemed springy. She dug away with the scissors until there was a rending of plaster and something hard and dark sprang into her face. Terrified sho dropped to the floor. Miss Castlerigg and Betty heard the crash .and ran upstairs. They saw what had happened. As the paper and plaster had fallen from the wall, a littlo oak door had been released from its bidding place, and it stood open, revealing a small square hole. Betty peeped into the recess. It is a large cupboard with shelves," she cried, "and it is full of silk bundles. Here's a paper." They read the parchment together. It was dated A. D. 1744, and it stated that a certain John Castlerigg had hidden the family silver in the secret cupboard known only to himself so that his son, Miles, should not waste it. Betty handed down to them beautiful old silver mugs, porrlngeis dishes, and spoons and much priceless jewelry. A small fortune was concealed in the thick stone wall for the cupboard stretched wide on both sides. Miss Castlerigg tucked Mollle into bed and kissed her. "You have made a wonderful discovery today," she said. "Yes, but I'm sure I don't deserve any credit," said Mollie lowering her eyes. "But you're going to from now on," replied her aunt with a smile. Contributed by a pupil of Finley school.

HOW A FAIRY HELPED (For a language lesson in Whitewater school, the Sixth grade were to write upon the subject, "What I should like to do next Saturday," and this is one of the most original papers handed in.) I was going to the grocery today, and I felt a tap on my back. I turned around and saw a fairy. She askec, "What would you wish to do next Saturday?" I said, "I should like to go hiking. But we can't get anything to eat and I haven't any money." The fairy disappeared and a big oak stood in her place. A woodcutter saw the oak and was going to chop it. I told him not to chop it. He said, "Why?" "It is a fairy's home," I said. The fairy arose again and gave nYfe three wishes for next Saturday. She told me that I could not use them till next Saturday. When Saturday came, I thought of the hike the boys and I were going to have. I thought and said, "I wish I had about a half a dollar." I stuck my hand into my pocket for my handkerchief, and pulled out a half dollar. It was time for the hike to begin, We hiked for about six miles. Now it was dinner time. I went to the grocery nearby and bought one-half pound of meat which was twenty cents. But when I reached to my pocket for the money, it was lost. I wished I had it The money arose in my hand. I paid for the meat and went to the place where the boys were. One of the boys kindled a fire and cooked the food. "We need water now, and I wish we had some." The first thing you know, I had a bottle with water in it. We had a fine time. We went home very happy that day. Guiseppe Sonsini, 6A Grade, Whitewater School. - VISIT ART GALLERY Last Monday the sixth, fifth and fourth grades were invited to the High School Art gallery. And we were very glad that afternoon to see the pictures. As we were looking at the piotures. Miss Williams came in and began to tell us many Interesting things about them. She told us about several very beautiful ones which were painted by Mr. Bundy. As we went out Mr. Stocklnger told us to peep in and see the large orchestra. We thank Miss Williams very, very much for inviting us to the High School Art gallery. John Rlzlo, 6A Grade, Whitewater School.