Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 43, Number 17, 1 December 1917 — Page 16

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HOW I SPENT MY v LA&T THANKSGIVING Last Tl&alisgiving I went to my grandmothers'.. I arrived ' Just in time for pinner. We had chicken, mashed potatoes, cranberries, rabbit, pumpkin pie, cream nnd apple pie, sweet potatoes and good home made bread. After dinner we children played games, such, as hlde-and-go-seek. New Orleans, May 1, and Tag. We played until our parents called us saying they were ready to roast the apples and eat nuts. The apples were Ranftoes and Grimes Golden. and Pippens. The nuts were hickory nuts, English walnuts and chestnuts. We then sat by the fire and played hide the thimble We started home about 5 o'clock and got there about 6 o'clock. We had a very nice time that day and hope we shall have other days like that one Crystal Heinley, Columbia City. A New Song For Sunday School Folks Here is a copy of a song I think everyone Bhould know and sing. If there is any one who can't sing it, just bring it to the Central Christian church on the corner of North B and Twelfth streets and we will sing it for you. We are working hard to get every one to go to Sunday School and all will be welcome; This song is sung with the tune "Marching Through Georgia." CANNING THE BREWERS Bring the good old bugle out; we'll Bing another song; Sing it with a spirit that will help the world along; Sing it as we've never sung it, a host twelve thousand strong, While we are canning the brewers. Chorus Hurrah! Hurrah! we're on our job today. Hurrah! Hurrah! We'll seal them up to stay, With just a little ginger in the good old-fashioned way While we are canning the brewers. Many are the battles we have ' fought in days gone by; Many are the set-backs that have almost made us cry; But we're not discouraged now, for victory is nigh While .we are canning the brewers. ChorusNow since Hoosler women folks are going to cast the vote. Look out Rummies, for we'll take you gently by the throat. From Evansville 'o Anderson, Fort Wayne and Terre Haute, While we are canning the brewers. Chorus So we'll draft each mother with a gattling gun in band, And with ammunition known as the "White Ribbon Band," We'll shout and take the trenches and shout and free our land, While we are canning the brewers. Chorus Pauline Butler, Finley School. A WORLD BANK We admire the proposal of r Frenchman, for the organization of a world bank. - For centuries, American credit has been good In America, English credit in England, etc., but when i came to crossing tho international frontier, then credit tailed. The war has partially removed this. Now, among the Allies, money flows as freely as within its own country. But as yet no institution such as a world bank has been or ganized. Economic advantages of this question have long been . under stood, but political issues stood in the way. But after the war la over and ties political Issues have been canceled, there Is no reason why a world bank should not be organized. CONSERVATION WILL SAVE THE NATION The time has come when we will have to save all wo can. It doesn't mean that we must deny ourselves of enough to eat We must lose the love of luxury. Some time when we have candy -we do not know when stop eating It and it makes ns sick. Think of Che children in Europe who do not have enough to eat So by conserving food we are cos serving our health. Grace Sim coke, Garfield School

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TWO PIONEERGIRLS One bright summer morning Mrs. Smith sent Mary over to Jones' 'to get some sugar.; 1 As . sho was going" an Indian jumped out of- a thicket1 and grabbed her. He carried her for a long distance and when he stopped she was among several Indians, v There were several squaws and papooses, but with them was a little white girl. They tied Mary to a tree till the next morning. Meanwhile at home they were hunting .for her and her mother had worried herself sick. On the following morning the brave let Mary loose ami told her and the other white girl, Ruth, to hoe the corn. When these two young pioneers were alone they told each other their stories. Ruth said, "I have been with them a month and they torture me terribly; some night we will make our escape." Both girls were tired, so they stopped to rest for a minute, but thy saw the chief coming so they resumed their work. They hoed all day long and only had a little piece of cornbread and venison for supper. That night after all wore asleep the girls caught up a couple of guns and crept silently over their bed mates and ran till they were several miles away and then they hid in a hollow tree. They kept on going for two days and at last they came to a town and Mary saw her brother Tom. She ran toward him and when he saw her he was overcome with joy. "Everyone thought you were killed by the redskins, Sis," said the big brother as he helped her gently on a horse. We can scarcely imagine the great joy of the Smiths' household that night. All the neighbors flocked in to see the returned captive. Through all this joy poor Ruth no doubt was thinking of her own home, which the red skins had burned. .-,.. We can feel certain that Ruth and Mary had great fun in the following days. Ruth staid at the Smiths' - home and was finally adopted by them, much to Mary's joy, we may be Bure. Zelma Bozworth, Age 12, Boston Twp. District No. 6. ENJOYING THANKSGIVING "Dear me," said Mrs. Hen to Mr. Turkey, "I should think you would be scared stiff just to know that any minute you might be cooked and eaten." 'Yes, yes, I know," answered Mr. Turkey in a self-pitying tone, "I just worry rny heart and soul away thinking about it." "Well, now I don't know but what it would be sort of grand and great to sit on a fine platter with cranberry sauce all around. ; It would be "Yes, yes, I know," interrupted the turkey. "I guess you would feel fine if you had to sit on a platter and be gobbled up. Yes, yes, 1 know what you would do." "Here goes Mr. Turkey," Bald a new voice, and Mrs. Hen never knew if Mr. Turkey enjoyed being served on a platter or not and neither do I. But the "new voice" knew because he licked his lips and enjoyed hash for a week after wards. Jean Trembley, 6A Grade, Columbia City, Ind. CURRENT EVENTS Red Cross Parade. Manhattan has had many kinds of thrills but perhaps the greatest thrill of all came the other day when the Red Cross had a parade The Red Cross workers were al dressed cither In the garb of the nrse or in the darker service dress This parade was probably more than a mile long. The crowds realized the seriousness of the occasion and forgot to applaud it war so sacred. Also the crowds have not forgotten Edith Cavell, the Red Cross worker who was killed by the Germans. The people know that. If given the chance, the Huns will not fail to destroy the Red Cross camps. Finley Girls Form Club The girls In the sixth grade at Finley School have formed a club, and only those who are knitting for soldiers can come. We have nine of the six inch squares done, which the Red Cross make Into blankets for six soldiers. Bnt we are going to have twelve by next Monday. We enjoy the work and are glad we can do our bit Alice Palmer, ate eleven, Flaley School.

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THE POOR CHILDREN'S THANKSGIVING Once upon 'a time there lived S very poor family which had two children. One was a boy and the other was a girl. The boy was four years and the girl three years old Down the street there lived a very rich family, who also had two children. The . poor children"? mother did the washing for the rich family. The two p6or, children al ways took the washing every week. The little poor girl's birthday was on Thanksgiving day. The rich girl said "Is Thanksgiving your birthday?" . "Yes," said the poor girl. "Well, I am going to give a party for you. Here are the little dresses for both of you." When the two children reached homo they told their mother all about it. It was Thanksgiving day and the children were at the party They had turkey, fruits and other good things to eat. They thought a fairy had done it and that day was the happiest day of their lives. Florence Davis, 6B, Baxter. CATHERINE'S ESCAPE Once upon a time their lived a girl where Yellowstone park is, whose name was Catherine. In these olden times, when every body went horseback or walked Catherine's mother once sent her to some town nearby after some groceries. As she was walking along a road by the wilderness some Indians suddenly grabbed her. The braves took her to their camp. She was scared but tried like the brave little girl she was to keep back the tears She saw several Indian boys and girls playing under the trees. While the men were hunting the Indian girls and Catherine went out far in the depths of the woods tc play. As they were playing in the woods one of the little Indian girlf sighted a large grizzly bear, whe upon seeing them immediately began to chase them. It was now a race for life and none of the frightened little Indians thought to see if their little white charge was following. After running a long time Cath erine found herself alone but not lost Staring her in the face was her own cabin. She was home. Afterwards little Catherine was seldom permitted to go out unless her father was with her. Edith Sheffer, Age 12, Boston Twp., Dist No. 6. Even Kindergarten Girls Are Knitting Now Days At the Thanksgiving exercises which were held at Finley school, all the children from all the grades had a part in the program. This took place Wednesday morning in the large auditorium on the third floor, and was very much enjoyed by all. One of the features of the occasion that attracted every one's attention, however, was not on the stage but in the audience. After the kindergarten children had sung their songs and spoken their pieces, they came back and took their seats ready to watch the rest of the exercises, but two little girls were so filled with patriotism that they could not waste any time even at Thanksgiving exercises, so they took out their knitting and worked as hard as they could all during the program. tONE SCOUT MAKESFIRST AID BOX I am a believer in Safety First. I think every Lono Scout should make a home-made medicine box. I took a small cigar box and covered it with white cloth and painted a red cross on it. In it I put home-made bandages, two and onehalf inches, and one inch, a small bottle of peroxide and a bottle of liniment, pins and safety pins. George Gilbert Snider, Finley School. Thanksgiving Chapel At Garfield School At the end of the fifth period, Wednesday, all the Garfield students went to Chapel Instead ot going to the sixth period. We had a Thanksgiving program. Two songs were sung by the school, the orchestra played selections and besides a very good address appropriate to the day, Lewis Wilson read the President's proclamation for Thanksgiving and Vera Albue read 'The Landing ot the Pilgrims." Grace Slmcoke.

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LITTLE SUSANNE'S THANKSGIVING DREAM (By Rcna M. Manning, Ecbnony, - f ' Indiana.) Susanne sat curled up in a large soft chair before a Huge open fire? place, With a half opened book in her lap, and pouted. It was Thanksgiving. 'Everyone was having a good time but herself. She, must remain alone all day and spend the most tiresome day she had spent for a long, long time. Of all days In the year, why must she be forced to spend such an unhappy unthankful Thanksgiving? True she was going to have turkey, and all such Thanksgiving goodies for dinner, but that wasn't like having a good time with a great many friends and relatives. Susanne'a mother had received word that morning that her aunt was very sick and needed her badly. Susanne was not allowed to go because everything must be very quiet around Aunt Emily's, and it is feared Susanne was rather a noisy little girl. All of her friends had gone to spend the day at some of their relatives, and the family dinner to be given at Susanne's home was to be postponed. Her father was away on a business trip, so altogether it looked as though Susanne would have a very dull day. The glowing fire made her drowsy, and looking sleepily out of the window, she nodded .and in a moment was asleep. Ss she slept, the fairy tale she had just read, became mingled in her confused dreams. She saw herself in a magnificent fairy palace, warmly clad, well fed, and cared for, but quite dissatisfied because she did not have more. Upon looking out of the window she saw many ragged little children, and many old people with half-starved bodies, and mothers and fathers with worn and haggard faces surrounding the palace, lifting their arms upward as if asking for help. Then the fairy queen descended from her throne and came to Susanne's side. "Now," said she, "do you think you have anything to be thankful for?" Susanne thought, herself turning away and hanging her head. Then the fairy queen commanded Susanne to follow her, and she found herself in a huge room packed with boxes. "Do you wish to help those people?" asked the queen. Susanne nodded, and with a wave of her wand, the fairy opened the doors of the palace and the people came streaming in. The queen then commanded Susanne to help her with the boxe3 and to every person they gave one, which contained food and clothing and a purse of gold. Susanne could feel her heart glowing at the pleasure she was giving the people. "Now," said the fairy, "it is our time for a little pleasure. Let us take a ride in by golden chariot." The chariot was soon made ready and in a few moments they were off. But where were the . milk white steeds going? Up, up, up, they seemed to go, until Susanne was afraid she might fall in her fright, and then suddenly she felt herself go down, down, She awoke with a start to find herself in her own room, in the

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' "Well, if that wasn't the queerest; dream! But there are people nearby as poor as those, that I know, within a mile of our house." Then she clapped her hands for joy. "That is what I'll do.v she cried aloud, and hurried off to tell Bridget she was ready for her noonday meal. She scarcely noticed what she ate, so great was her excitement. "Of course that's just the thing. Why, jt;st think of letting all of this good turkey go to waste, and such hard limes, too." This last statement she had often heard Bridget repeat. Immediately after she had finished her meal she wrapped up well, and calling, "Ready, Bridget," she ran outside- where one of the servants had hitched her pony. She jumped into the cart, and Bridget then came with three well filled baskets. In another moment Susanne was off, and in a few more moments had reached her first destination, where old Mrs. Carlton lived alone and on a meager income made from her garden each summer. No luxuries were hers, and when Susanne appeared at the door, the huge" basket in her arms, it made her heart glow to think of the joy she was giving the old lady. "Just to remind you it's Thanksgiving, Mrs. Carlton," and after a little chat Susanne returned to her pony cart with a very light heart. Her next visit waB at the pitifully bare home of the old shoemaker, where she left a little cheer, at least enough to brighten one dull day for the old man. Susanne's last visit was at the home of Mrs. Briggs and her four little children. Their mother had not told them it was Thanksgiving for she knew it would sadden the day for them to know they should get no Thanksgiving goodies, when many other people were feasting and making merry. The mother was very glad indeed to have the basket of good things, and Susanne found it so interesting with the children that she remained the rest of the afternoon. When she returned to her home at ausK, sne was surprised to una her mother home. Aunt Emily did not need her now, since the nurse had arrived, Susanne was glad to learn. She then related her days experience, adding "and really mother, it was the happiest Thanksgiving I have ever had." Lone Scouts Make Trench Candles Of the thousands and thousands of Lone Scouts who are trying to do "A Useful Thing A Day," one of the most patriotic letters written telling of their work was from a boy in Green Bay, Wisconsin, who writes that he and six other Lone Scouts have, made two hundred trench candles for the Sammies, besides signing the pledge to stop buying candy and luxuries until Christmas. This boy also says, "We aim to make ourselves popular by patriotic work." And we wonder if some of the Richmond boys are trying to make themselves popular the same way. If so we would be very glad for the Lone Scouts to tell us about their work.