Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 43, Number 17, 1 December 1917 — Page 13

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THANKSGIVING AT SEVASTOPOL We had a play for Thanksgiving at our school. There were six children in the play, They dressed up in costumes to represent different characters in the play. We gave the play Wednesday afternoon at i!evastophol schoor. ,We invited the fifth grade children and the fourth grade children in to. see us give the play. Our mothers cam; to see us. By Violet Marie Hazlitt, 6A Grade, Sevastophol School.

THE SMALLEST LOAF There is a story told of a little girl who lived for away in a' country where there was a famine. A rich man said that every day at a certain time he would give away a great many loaves of bread to the children who would come for them, bo the first day the little girl went early for one of the loaves. There were many children waiting, and they pushed and crowded and fought to be near the door. When it was opened they crowded In and fought and scrambled for the loaves. When the little girl who had waited so patiently finally managed to get in there was only one loaf left, the tiniest little one of all.. But she smiled happily, and thanked the man as politely as if it had been the largest Instead of the smallest loaf. Then she hurried home and each one of hre hungry family had a piece of the little ioaf. The next day the same thing happened. The little girl who wa3 gentle and patient was pushed away by the larger, rougher children and had to wait until the last, and again she had only the smallest loaf. But again she thanked the man for his kindness Day after day it was the saifte. The people gred hungrier, and the little loaves that the little girl brought were almost the only food that her family had. But she never took even a nibble of the precious loaf until Bhe gave them their share. Then one day a wonderful thing happened, for when the little loaf was broken open, a Bhining gold piece fell out of it. It was a great deal of money fpr fuch poor people to have but not once did they think of keeping It. The little girl ran back at once with It to the man who had given her the loaf. "It Is yours to keep," he said. Then he told her that he had noticed how greatful she was for what he gave her, and how sweetly she thaDked him. And he had made up his mind that she deserved something better than any of the other children had received. So the gold was her very own, to buy food enough to last until the famine was over. Florence Barton, 4B Grade, Sevastopol School. Candy For Soldier Boys Some of the children of Sevastopol school brought some 6Ugar to make some candy to send to all of the soldier boys who had gone to Sevastopol school. Some of the teachers made the candy out of the sugar the children brought Mr. Outland tent a box of candy to France to a Eoldier boy that went to this school. We have not sent the candy to the soldier boys in the United States. We pent the candy to the soldier boy in France first so it would get there by Christmas. We will Eend the rest of the candy later. Mary Wilson and Arthur Fisher, Sevastopol School. STARR SCHOOL HAS THANKSGIVING DAY The sixth grade pupils of Miss Merchant's room at Starr School had an unusually good Thanksgiving program, which the boys and girls had arranged themselves. It was as follows: "November," by all; a song, by Helen Sachman and Alice Daffler; recitations by Richard Clark, Everett Lady, Cathleen Duvall, Russel Peil, Margaret Campbell and Bertha Folkner, solo by Elizabeth Price, accompanied by Madge Townsend on the ukulele; violin solo by Pauline Arnold; duet by Martha Clark and Madge Townsend, and a play given by Belle Campbell, Maxine Jones, Madge Townsend, Bernice TJbJ and Elizabeth Price. -

THE FIRST THANKSGIVING TURKEY

Ixmg ago when the Pilgrims first came to this country a boy by the name of Albert Aldon lived in a little log cabin with his family in Massachusetts. There never had been a Thanks giving day in America. The seconi year that the Pilgrims were here they raised good crops and were prosperous. The Pilgirms were very religious and thought they ought to have a day on which tc give thanks to God. They planned to have a feast anrt they were to invite some friendly Indians. A few days before the feast Al bert said, "Father, may I go out anr" shoot the turkey; 1 could take my gun and wouldn't you let me take your whistle?" So he went out into the woodland lay down behind a log. Tur keys were hard to shoot in those days. The whistle was made of the wish bone of a turkey. He blew his whistle which Bound ed like a turkey. Soon a turkey came up looking for the turkey that was calling Albert took aim and killed the tur key, so he put the turkey over hi? shoulder and took it home. And that was the way our custom of having turkey on Thanksgiving be gan. Violet Hazlitt, 6A Grade Sevastopol School. Cooking at Sevastopol Miss Shera is our cooking teacher at the Sevastopol School. We take cooking lessons in the basement. We washer "the apples then we cored them, and then we filled them with sugar, then we put a little bit of butter into the apple and a little bit of cinnamon in it. The apples were then ready to put into the baking dishes and then we put the apples into the oven to bake. WThen the apples were done we took out our plates and then lifted the apples out and put them Into tLe plates and took our spoons and began to eat. When we were done eating we cleaned the dishes and then we began to wash them and wipe them we put them into the cupboard and we all went home them. Violet Hazlett 6A grade, Sevastapol School.

THE LITTLE FRENCH GIRL LOST IN THE SNOW

Once upon a time there was a little girl that lived in Paris, France. Her parents were very poor and could not buy enough coal to keep warm by. They sent their little girl to the woods to get some wood. After she had picked up a few twigs she started home. On the way homo there came a black cloud over her head. It was a snow cloud and eoon there was such a blinding storm that she became very sick and could not go any farther. There came a man along and he picked her up and took her home and put her to bed. His wife cared for her and she eoon got well and went home. Helen Mlkesell, CD grade, Sevastopol School.

A GOOD FAIRY Once there was good man who was very poor. He lived in the forest. The man had a wife and small child. One day he went into the forest to cut wood. When noon came he sat down on a rock to eat his dinner He was very sick and said, and could not eat his dinner. While he was Bitting on the rock he was thinking about Christinas. He said, "It is near Christmas." lie was very sad for they were not able to buy anything for their child. When nifiht came he vent home very sad, and sa'd to his wife, "When is Christmas?" The wife answered, "Day after tomorrow " Next day he went into the forest and sat down for he was not well, and began to think. All at once he heard a voice. He looked around and saw a fairy. The fairy said, "Are you sick?" The man said, "I am very Bick and very sad." The fairy said, "What are you Bad about?" The man said, "We are not able to buy anything for our child and I am not able to work." The fairy said, "Go home and you shall have three wishes." The man went home and-wished for health. Next he wished for

work, then he wished for a happy. Christmas. Floyd McGraw, bA, Sevastopol. The Fairy and a Little Girl Once there was a little girl whose name was Hilda. She had no mother, and she had a cruel father. He beat her, and sent her away from home without, anything to eat. She was kind and sweet to everyone. Every body talked about her being so kind and good. One day she happened to go far from home. She came to a large forest. Hilda had gone a long ways through the forest when she saw a very bright light in a beautiful castle. In this castle there lived a kind fairy. Hilda was frightened at first but the fairy saw her and talked to her so kindly that ehe forgot about being afraid The fairy took her into her castle and showed her ali her fine rooms and robes, She gave Hilda a beau tiful frock of fine lace and jewels. Hilda was very proud of it, and said, "Thank you," bo sweetly that the kind fairy was very much pleased with Hilda and told her she would grant her three wishes. Hil da wished for a beautiful home, a good and kind father. The wishes were granted and Hilda lived happily ever after. Harold Jordan, Sevastopol. A TRUE STORY One afternoon this summer we went to the Glen iMiller park. Another girl and I got a boat and rowed a long time. When we took the boat in the girl I was with got out and pushed the boat from the platform. As I was getting out, I fell into the water. I screamed and a man came running down the hill. I held to the platform till the man reached me. When he pulled me out, 1 was wet to the skin. 1 cried but I could not help it, because I was so frightened. The Bun was just setting when we took the city car to go home. When I got home and told my mother and father they laughed at me and my sister laughed at me, too. But I could not see the joke. r-Elsie Jordan, 6A Grade, Sevastopol School.

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HOW MR. TURKEY''' REPENTED By Grace Simcoke, Garfield School It was the day after Thanksgiving and Mr. Turkey had just received "The Turkey Journal" a popular newspaper of that town. On the front page; was a long list of all of his patriotic friends who had done their bit on Thanksgiving. "Oh dear," thought Mr. Turkey, "here is a long Jist of. all my frieuds on an honor roll and my name isn't there. Just think what a slacker 1 am." . So Mr. Turkey cut the honor roll out of the paper and hung it up on the wall. "Since I'm surely going to do my bit by Christmas, I'll hang this up on the wall and think how nice my name will look on it too." Mr. Turkey lived in a little house all by himself away out In a little village town. He thought about the

honor roll every day until at last Christmas drew near. One day towards Christmas he started out towards the city. After walking about two hours he came to another little village. He looked in one of the yards and there were some children playing. He walked in as if he would like to play too, but the children were afraid of him and ran into the house. Poor Mr. Turkey thought it was because they knew he had been a slacker. After while a man came out and Mr. Turkey showed him that he wanted to enlist for Christmas duty. The man, took him in the house and weighed him, but found that he only weighed twenty pounds. When he had walked bo far he had lost quite a few. "Well," said Mr. Farmer to his wife and children, ."we'll have to fatten him up before he will be a first-class turkey." So they took him out in the barnyard with all the stock. "Now," thought Mr. Turkey, "Here's my chance to have my name put on the honor roll." So Mr. Turkey ate all that was given to him, and every day he left his plate so clean that Mr. Hoover himself would be ready to award him a gold medal for patriotic conservation, so that by Christmas Mr. Turkey weighed forty-one pounds, and after that, my dear friends, he was seen no more. But in the Christmas edition of the "Turkey Journal" Mr. Turkey's name was at the head of the honor roll, together with his most dignified picture, taken when his tail leathers were in full sail, and In Turkey heaven a gumptious feast was given in honor of the Mr. Gobbler Turkey who had repented of being a slacker, and at last had done his bit. So if we want to win this war aon t be a slacker like Mr. Turkey was, but repent and do your bit, too. Kindergarteners Make Scrap Book for a French Orphan The kindergarten children of Finley school have been making a scrap book which they are going to send to Uieip French orphan for a Christmas present. This shows one of the many things American children can do with little or no expense, but which would mean a priceless possession to the little French boy or girl who is so sad, for all the pictures would be so interesting and foreign to them, and the thought that we Americans are not only ready to Bend our soldier men and our money over to help protect them, but also our friendship and sympathy, will mean that their Christmas will be much happier because of you. DOING MY PART The way I can help win the war is by saving the food and not leaving anything in my plate, and by eating dairy products and other nourishing products that do not cost very much. When 1 go to buy candy I am going to say to myself, "No I am going to save my money and sugar for our Allies." I am going to eat cornbread instead of white bread, I am going to quit using sugar in my coffee, or on my bread. I am going to eat chk-ken and fish instead of meats Violet Hazlett, 6A Grade, Sevastapol.

THE PRINCESS AND U . , THE OLD SOLDIER ,; Once upon a time there was an " old soldier. .He wandered? around' in the thick woods and; got lost. . One day he came to' an apple, tree. .. r l. -1 a 1 i . "

tie eat uuwu to rest, ne leu asieep and slept for one hundred years. things different than before. He didnt know where he was. - While he was ' sitting there he saw a man in front of him. He had a lantern in his hand. He said, "Take this lantern and go to your left. You will find a. path. Follow this path and you will come to a palace." The old soldier did as he was told. He reached the palace. The king asked him in. He saw a beautiful princess and he wanted to marry her. The king said, "No one can marry my daughter until he stays in my cellar for one night with three lions." The somier aia uus. lie toon a harp with him because the lions like music. He played the music all night long. In the morning the king opened the cellar door and the old soldier walked out of the cellar. The princess married the old soldier the very next" day and they were happy the rest of their lives. Leona Morris 6A. Sevaetapol School. What We Are Doing at Sevastopol : At Sevastopol we are sewing. The boys are making aprons for woodwork. The girls are making their aprons for cooking. The boys' have a strap for the shoulders, and a strap to around the waist. We. have a pocket divided in parts for nails, tools and pencil. After we get it basted all around, then we have to Bew on the sewing machine.. I think the girls are about done. We have one girl in our room. She is called the captain. She takes fha fnrta nvor In iha Dawlnff rnnm and they sew. After we get our aprons done we are going to make handkerchiefs for the soldiers. Theend. Benjamin Ryan, 5B, Sevastopol. Leola's Thanksgiving The night before Thanksgiving Leola asked her mother if they were going to have turkey for din-, ner the next day. Her mother said ' they could not have turkey because she did not have enough money to. buy even a loaf of bread. Leola went to bed with a heavy' heart but when she said her pray-, ers she asked God if he would send her uncle home from the saloon so they could have a nice dinner on Thanksgiving with a turkey, mash ed potatoes, gravy and ice cream. When she got up in the morning, her prayer had come true. Her uncle was home and the grocer came and brought many things, even a big turkey. Her mother cooked the dinner and the three had a happy time. Helen Mikesell, 6B Grade, Sevastapol School. 10 years. PICKING STRAWBERRIES Once there was a young girl that lived in the woods. ' She was very kind. One bright morning she was hungry so she went Into the woods and picked strawbevrles for dinner.. First 6he went to one end of the forest and cculd not find any. Then she began to cry. Soon she heard a voice call to her. She looked up and Baw a fairy. The fairy said, "What is the matter, little girl?" The girl said, "1 cannot find any berries." The fairy said, "Go home and make three wishes and then lie down at two o'clock, and when you wake up you will be in the forest picking strawberries." (The tnd.) Keith Martin, 5B, Sevastopol. Log Cabin at Sevastopol We have a log cabin built like the Pilgrims made theirs. A doll is dressed as a Pilgrim woman, and also furniture is fixed like they had. This was our work for THanlia driving We sew for the soldiers and give things for their Christmas. Wa all lnvA mir tp.irhp YiArmmA she makes our work cheerful. Helen Brown, 4B Grade, Sevaoto-