Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 43, Number 41, 29 December 1917 — Page 11

RICHMOND, INDIANA. DUC. 29. 1917

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HERE IS DESCRIPTION OF WRIGHT FIELD The Wright field is five miles from Dayton, Ohio. It is an aviation camp. The boys fly twice a day in the morning and afternoon. This camp contains over three thousand acres, most of the land is a bare plain so the airplanes cau have enough space to go up In. The boys stay in little white Louses with three or four others. The houses are all fastened together so as to make a long string of houses. They are in forms of street some have side walks; the offices arc' in nearly the Fame kind, but the quarters are a little bit different; they have a regular house only smaller than the usual size. Some have their wife and children with them and have maids to look after their children. The airplanes are kept in hangars, a white house looks like a barn, and are hung up on the ceiling, two in a hangar. There can be hung out of each end. All these buildings have a United States flag on or in it. The camp is a regular town. Let us save food to feed those boys when they get in the war zone of Europe. Do your bit. And be more patriotic. Send the boy of Europe a Christmas box. L. McFai.

CHRISTMAS LETTER This letter was written by an American soldier in France to his mother. Somewhere in France Dec. 29, 1917. Dearest Mother: Received the Christmas box you pent me, and I want to thank you for the useful presents that were in it. Our boys all received boxes but one. We were all in the camp when they were delivered on Christmas morning The unremembered boy (Frank Geadon by name) left the tent as soon as we were unpacking our boxes and did not return until late in the afternoon. In the meantime we boys decid ed that each of us would give him one of our presents. When he came back we gave the box to him. He was very much confused but I know he enjoyed it very much. After our Christmas dinner, all went to the Y. M. C. A. hut where we heard a lecture which was very interesting. I am sitting up after bedtime to write you this letter, but will write you another soon. Give my best love to all the folks at home. Your affectionate sou, John Lucas. .. ..HELP THE RED CROSS Girls, are you shirking? How many hours a week do you give to the Red Cross? Girls are ueeded to do many odd jobs at the Red Cross headquarters; it is your- patriotic duty to see that they are done. While you are working even though you are giving up some small pleasure, you will have the comfort of thinking that you are relieving a little of the great suffering cf the Allies. Girls, try to give at least one hour a week to the Red Cross. Vera Albus, 8-B-l English. WORK FOR THE RED CROSS Are you saving tinfoil from candy, chewing gum and various other things If you arc not, begin now to save and when you get enough take it to the Red Cross for them to sell and get the money for their beneit. It is a good thing because it teaches us to save and helps the Red Cross a great deal. Get busy and do your bit. Gertrude Smith 8-A Garfield School. LETTER TO JUNIORS Lewisburg, O., Dec. 17, 1917. Dear Juniors: Aunt Molly has asked me to write a letter to you so I will try to make it interesting. I suppose you are all thinking about. Xmas. I am learning to knit and I wast some knitting needles and several skeins of yarn. How many of you Juniors can knit? I can also sew. School began the eleventh of September. I am in the fifth grade and I am ten years old. I would like for you Juniors to visit our school. I am sure we would nil enjoy a visit from you Your friend, Kdith Coffman.

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The next city to fall in the British drive through the Holy Land is as interesting a city as Jerusalem in many ways. Damascus is a Moslem city of the greatest interest to tourists. In the picture can be seen the minarets or balconied towers, from which the Muezzin calls for devotions four times a day to the faithful. In the right foreground of the photograph can be seen, the beginning of Straight street, one of the principal

thoroughfares. It is roofed almost Swipen' Santys' Thunder Yep, as soon as Mandy said to me that one of us was going to be Santy Claus 1 knew right away which one of us it would be. You see, there's no gettin out of it when Mandy says you have got to; you got to 'cause there's no gettin' out of it. Wei, that's how it - comes the night before Xmas I was decked in a Santy Claus outfit rented at George's as a special occasion, and say, I felt mighty all fired important standin' there on the gable of our roof looking down the chimney and wondering how my No. 12 feet were goin' down a No. 7 chimney. But that don't matter. In my mind I had a hopping idea how my wife was soothin' the three children to be not afraid when they saw Santy Claus, alias me, poking my nether extremities downward in the fireplace. Well, I stood there and surveyed the job. Goin' down chimneys ain't my specialty, but bein' a bricklayer I knew the lay of the ground, but this bein' a double house I didn't exactly apreciate the fact that I was to take the south branch of the chimney, but why worry? I put one foot in the chimney and then I did the natural thing, put the other foot in, and slowly slid down until I was so far down that I couldn't see the to). Soot? Nix, but what a lot of dirt. My boots got full of it, it slowly sifted down my back, and my eyes got full of it. I started to swear at the landlord, but remembered that all Santy Clauses are not supposed to swear. I quickly closed my face, but my eyes. I took one arm to rub my eyes and down I went. I knew that there was a fork in the chimney, but didn't know it was so soon. More soot and unearthly adjectives describing my decent. Now, all I had to do was to slide down the south fork of the chimney and distribute Xmaa spirits. Well, I took the south fork, I thought, but Mandy wasu't waiting lovingly at the bottom. I slid south all right, into the other side of the house. You can imagine my surprise at finding the neighbor family sitting peacefully at the fireplace, and all of a sudden jump up, and mamma stands on a chair, sister disappears under the divan. Brother connects himself with the chandelier and attempts to draw himself heavenward. Dad attempts a half-nelson with a chair he wns holding down, but failing In this, he attempts to follow brother. Result too much tonnage, and then darkness. Needless to say, I went back up. I bet I beat that human fly climbIns. I didn't wait to see if it was

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the city from east to west. SANTA CLAUS' HOME Santa Claus lives in a land far away, Way up on the North Pole; Far away as he is, he has many friends The children and North Wind Noel. He lives in a palace of snow and ice And thrones and furniture too; And his jolly old wife who's so pleasant, Has a room all in ice and in blue. Santa has brownies all in a row, Who help him in his work; They are very obedient little slaves For their duty they never shirk. So, if you my kind little friends Are good girls and boys And Santa will be good to you And bring you lots of toys. JOKES What is the difference between a Chicago girl and a soldier? Ans. The girl powders her face and the soldier faces the powder. A mother teaching her little boy the alphabet tried to help him out by asking, "What comes after 'G,' Tommy?" Tommy answered very quickly, "Whiz." Aunt Jane had a new gold tooth. Little John sat watching his mother and said, "Mother don't you think Aunt Jane is pretty?" "Why?" asked his mother. "Well, because her teeth are just like our new company bed," was the answer. Boneita Widup, Columbia City.

MOLASSES IS GOOD SAYS THIS WRITER Molasses is a very good food to take the place of sugar, Molasses is made from the liquid part of the sugar c&ne and sugar beet, it is also made from the syrup fo the maple tree. Some things aren't good at all without molasses. How would you like to eat your pan-cakes without It or do without your grandmother's molasses cookies or ginger-bread and a good many other things. The soldiers need the sugar so you should not depend upon that to sweeten things. But everybody needs some sweets. You can make your Christmas candy out of it aad not use sugar at all. It will not look at all like the candy canes that used to give such a bright color to your Christmas tree but, when eating the taste makes up for the looks. You should, if you don't) put it in your coffee and boys cfteatimes put it on bread. I have even seen them put it on Ice cream and I think it was delicious it really doesn't taste bad at all, if you like things tweet. Margaret Coe.

Letter to Juniors Lewisburg, Ohio. Dear Boys and Girls As it Is soon time for old Santa to come, I'm going to tell what I want for Christmas. I don't want rery much this year because I have a little blind sister who likes mnsio and Santa is going to bring her a Victrola for Christmas. I want a book, some nuts and oranges and a Christmas tree. I wish all the Juniors a very merry Christmas. HARRY LAIRD. A CHRISTMAS STORY Once there was a little Rirl lived in a little house by the railroad, with her mother. It was just a few days before Christmas.. The trains 'srere very late and were often stack in th5 large snow drifts. ; On this particular events some one rapped on the door. Mother went to the door, surprised to sets two 6mall girls accompanied by tlio railroad agent "Mrs. Feathers, wont yon please care for these children until morning? Th train was etnek tn a drift," he added. '1 think I can find room for them. Come in, my dears," answered Mrs, Feathers. "Jnst com over here and warm yourselves by the Are." The agent left very much relieved. Mrs. Feathers divided the mnsa and milk between the thtv children. Half an hoar later all were tucked snugly in small white beds. Morning eam. Breakfast was eaten. The agent came after the children to take them back to the train. Good-byes were said. The train tooted and was gone, It had been pulled out of the snow drift, Days passed and tomorrow would be Christmas, ' Christmas eve a package was received saying, "Do Not Open Until Xmas." . Christmas morning U was opened. Such squeals of delight! . A doll for the dear little girl and a nto warm shawl for her mother from the little girls, With their other presents, the Feathers had a merry Christmas, l hope all the Richmond children have' ft Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. -From their new friend, Ellen Brown, Lewlsbur& Ohio,