Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 43, Number 101, 9 March 1918 — Page 11

THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM WEEKLY SECTION OF RICHMOND PALLADIUM

ST. ANDREW'S EDITION ST. ANDREW'S EDITION RICHMOND. INI).. MARCH 9. 1918

CLCLONE IN MOTI1VILLE It was mother's birthday, and you never could guess what one of her presents was-a vacuum cleaner. Jimmio's father had Riven it to her and she was so pro ml of it that she attached the eord right straight off to see how it worked and Jiminio stood with his hands behind him gazing in silent awe, as the shiny machine went back and forth across the best carpet in mother's front parlor. Forward and back anil forward went the roaring and buzzing cleaner, beneath the many feet of the gate leg table, back of the long black h.ir cloth couch, and even into the farthest corner under the big old-tashioncd square piano. Hut just thenmother dropped the machine and began clapping her hands in the air. "Why mother, what-sa-mp.tter?" cried Jimmie in surprise. Then he saw. A little white moth miller was fluttering up above his mother's head. After circling about several times it settled en the curiam just out of reach, and slowly raised and lowered its wings as though trying 1o regain its breath. Mother stood looking at the little creature for several moments. Then she began laughing softly to herself and she said, "Well you poor little Mrs. Miller, 1 expect you did have a pretty severe cyclone in Mothville, didn't you? "Who had a cyclone, mother?" asked Jimmie, "and where is Mothville?'' As mother went back to the vacuum cleaner her eyes were twinkling. "Wait until 1 finish the downstairs, Jimmie," she said, "and then maybe I can tell you how Mrs. Miller of Mothville escaped the terrible tornado." It was all Jimmie could do to wait. But at last the cleaning whs done and mother, settled in a chair, while Jimmie hunched his foot stool up closer, and the story began. "Once upon a lime there was a little Mrs.Miller who was very

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ambitious to see the world. She had been born in a dark closet, and her childhood had been spent in such a quiet w ay that as soon as she became of age she escaped from her home, and started out to see the world. Her whole name was Mrs. Moth Miller. She was such an attractive member of the family that she was invited to all the balls and was known to spend whole days whirling and dancing at a shocking rate of speed. But soon Mrs. Miller grew tired ot this gay life, and she longed for a home in a quiet restful spot, where all her little moths could be healthy and safe from harm. She spoke to many of her friends about this ami one of them finally told her of an ideal littlo settlement called Mothville which was sheltered from the frequent wind storms on sweeping days, by an old square piano, and although pepper and other spices were sprinkled over the village, the velvet carpet was so thick that they simply buried themselves deeper for a while, and so altogether Mothville was a wonderful spoot for a .home. "Delighted at the news, Mrs. Miller at once set out for the place. Fortunately for her the screen doqr was left open and she flew right in and soon was making herself quite at home in the populous village of Motbville. All the little moths were perfectly happy. The carpet was so nice and fluffy that every day they ate to their heart's content. "One morning when all the moth family were getting ready for breakfast they suddenly heard a great humbling and roaring noise. The floor trembled, furniture shook and all the little moths cried out, What Is it?' I don't know,' answered Mrs. Miller, 'but never mind, go on and eat some of the carpet like nice littlo moths.' But scarcely bad she finished the words, when suddenly a terrible black cloud came descending upon them. The roar of the storm was denfening. Whole families were swept higher and higher into great mass of dust. No one escaped except Mrs. Moth Miller w ho fluttered up just in time, and

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THE YELLOWSTONE NATIONAL PARK Yellowstone National Park is about the size of the state of Connecticut. At its lowest point it is about a mile above the sea, and is surrounded by mountains, which are more than two miles in height. Parts of the surface are covered with woods, high cliffs and dee), yawning canyons. This part is full of natural wonders. It is a region of geysers. It has springs which are always boiling up water and mud, containing diuerent minerals. As the water falls back it leaves sediments, which in time build up structures of all colors of the rainbow. There is one hot spring which has thus far formed a white hill, more than two hundred feet high. " Another fountain is always vomiting masses of green, slimy mud mixed with sulphur. The smell of this fountain is very sickening. The. geysers are hot springs, which spout up large bodies of boiling water and steam, high into the r.ir; some spout every year or so; others every few minutes. "The Grand Geyser,' the largest in the world, spouts a volume of water to the height of three hundred feet; and "Old Faithful" sends up every hour a large volume of water about as high a3 a very high church steeple. Another wonder of this park is the Yellowstone river and its canyons. At one place the water has a fall of about three hundred feet, and it passes through a gorge far more wonderful. The walls are about one third of a mile high, and the rocks which compose them are of such colors that the river seems to flow between precious stones. Half way down the wall of this canyon are ledges-, where eagles build their nests. If we look closely we can see the young eagles In them. Agnes Kutter, St. Andrew's School. alone remained to tell of the great tornado of Mothville. And when I saw Mrs. Miller Bitting on the curtain I guess she thought there was no use being where folks had a vacuum cleaner. Florence Ifuey, St Andrew's School,

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THE ACORN One cold wintry day in autumn, a little acorn was hanging from a limb, far from the ground and was wondering where its sisters and brothers had gone. Suddenly a strong wind came and blew it off the limb, and it fell to the ground with such a crash that its little cap came off and roiled down a small hill where it lodged beneath a large tree. The wind kept on blowing hard and harder until at last it was entirely covered with leaves warm and snug and well prepared for the winter months. In spring, about the first of May, a little sprout came from this aeorn, and it soon began to grow and by autumn had grown to a small tree. When the cold winds of winter began to blow again it shed its pretty green leaves like the rest of the trees and stood in the forest looking like a bare skeleton with the wind howling through its dry bones. And how glad it was when spring came again for it began to receive small buds on its branches and was soon covered with a carpet of green leaves. If yon should pass down a prominent street in the town you would now find a large spreading oak tree with many branches which 1b a great source of pleasure to the people in summer time. Alma EIStro, 8th grade, St. Andrew's School. HISTORY OF OUR FLAG During the Revolutionary War the Americans obeyed the law of Great Britain and used the British flag. After signing the Declaration of Independence, July 4, 1776, we declared ourselves independent and refused to use the British flag. The first flag was made by Betsy Ross under the direction of George Washington. Congress resolved the flag be thirteen stripes, the red and white representing the thirteen colonics. The Union was to be thirteen stars In a blue Held. A new star added to the Union on the admission of ft new state. It now has forty-eight stars. The flag waves over all public bnildingc, on ships and on many schools.

How We Can Help Win the War We can help win this terrible war by making little sacrifices. We can use less sugar, less wheat, less meat and less fuel. We can use more cereals, thereby helping our poor, yet brave men who deserve all they get. Instead of buying candy we can buy Thrift Stamps. All these little things will teach us to become more saving little boys and girls. Marcella Herold 3rd grade, St. Andrew's School.

MY SHIP They call me the great steamer. I was built many years ago in the shipyards at New Orleans by Mr. Robert L' Lee and Co. I started from New Orleans and stopped at Mississippi where we unloaded cotton, rye and wheat. Here I met a ship sailing for Tennessee which was loaded with lumber with which to make another ship. After awhile a storm came up and the ship rocked so that the people w-ere thrown from one side to another. Once a little girl fell from deck and the men got boat hooks and pulled her up, but she was dead. After a while the storm ceased and the ship sailed on until we reached Duluth where we unloaded the rest of our freight. Afterwards I was sold to the navy department of New York and so I sailed the Atlantic until one day I was torpedoed by a German submarine. The women and children were saved by lifeboats. There were a number of people on the ship when it started. The ship went down within an hour. But the men had life-belts and so they kept on water until they reached land. J. Reis, St. Andrew's School. MY FRIEND Instead of going to the shows, and buying candy we ought to save our pennies and bny Thrift Stamps as our president wants us to do. to help win the war. We can do this by observing wbeatless and porkless days. In place of wheat bread we will eat rye bread and some other things besides meat. Anetta Schneider, Eth grade, St. Andrew's School

STORY OF AN OLD

WILLOW TREE If you had passed a farm in the southern part of Indiana one sum mer day, you would have noticed that in the corner of a front yard was a small round wire protection, which was planted around me for my protection. But if you were to pass today, you would see Instead of the small tree, a large wide and spreading willow. You would also take notice that visitors receive a great deal of pleasure beneath my large, beautiful branches. In early spring, boys who have strange ideas, como with large jack knives, and cut off some of my best branches, using them as ma terial for their whistles. It is not only human beings that seek me for pleasure, but the birds of the air; especially the robins, who build their nests in my upper branches. Oh! How glad I am to furnish shadee for the children! The boys do make good use of me. It seems that I am first thought of by them when a shady place is wanted for their circuses, which last for a whole afternoon, at least, onco each year. I suppose I had better Fay a little about the girls. They are more gentle and do not treat me as roughly as the boys. Some little jirls lave swell tea parties, of course; then they can not skidle; therefore, they swing cn my branches which are low enough to the ground. I remember one day, a little girl was swinging real high on one ot my limbs, and getting frightened, she fell to the ground. 1 dont think she was hurt very badly, because I still remain a popular resort for her and all the children in the neighborhood. Contributed by Mthilda Schwendemman, St. Andrews School. THE NICKEL My first recollection was when a little boy exclaimed, "Oh! what a beautiful piece of money! and this was myself, the nickel. He wenl down the street with me, thinking what wonderful things he would do While he was contemplating me, he dropped me. At this moment an old tramp came by and picked me up; he put me into his pockel and then I found myself in bad company. When I heard the places he was going to take me, I tried to escape, but in vain. Finally I made my way through a little hole in his pocket and dropped through. I rolled along for a time and then lodged in a crack in the cement About an hour afterwards a little boy, who was -searching for his lost top, saw me, picked me up and ran awsy, bis heart filled with joy. When he arrived at his home he told his mother he was going to put me in his bank with the res( of his pennies and nickels and continue to buy Thrift Stamps. So now I am in his bank expecting my new home to be in the government bank, to be used for the soldiers who are dying to defend our countdy. Contributed by Mary Meiners, eighth grade, St Andrews School. GEORGE WASHINGTON When great and good George Washington was a little boy like me, He took his little hatchet and chopped a cherry tree, And when his papa called him, he then began to cry, "I did it, oh, I did it; I can not tell a lie.' His papa did not scold at all but said: "You noble youth, I'd gladly lose ten cherry trees, and have you tell the truth." Bernard Habing, 1st grade. St. Andrew's School; South Fifth street. MY FRIEND I am a little green Thrift Stamp. I am worth twenty five cents. I am going to help win the war by keeping my wbeatless and meatless days. Every Saturday I arn going to get myself a Thrift Stamp. In the year ninteen twenty-three we will receive our reward, which is five dollars. I hope all the children will buy one and help win the war. Elizabeth Buening, 5th grade St Andrew's School.