Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 43, Number 113, 23 March 1918 — Page 13

RICHMOND PALLADIUM, MARCH 23, 1918

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GIRL DESCRIBES FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL I started to school In Kal Mish. I did not want to go because 1 did not understand English. There was a boy that lived r.ext door to me, and he took me to school every day for a while. His name was Izic Glinsline. The school was In a wooden house with one room in it. In the centre of the room was a circle with a chair in the middle of it. This chair was for the pupil who late. The teacher was very nice. She had blond hair and a pretty complexion. Her namo was Miss Dasher. I did n't feel very comfortable in school because I didn't know what to do. When the children tried to talk to me I thought that they were calling me rames. At least the children thought that I was deaf and dumb because I couldn't talk to them so they left me alone. Miss Dasher told a little girl to be my interpreter. She was a girl with large bright blue eyes, light hair and good manners. I liked her because she could talk my language. Her name was Rose Sanjell. My first lesson 1 didn't think much about because I didn't understand them. Miss Dasher had the children say their A, B, C's and she also had them sing, etc. 1 didn't want to go back to school because I thought that it was a place where I was to learn bad names. When I went home 1 told mother I wouldn't go back to school anymore. She and father laughed and father said that they were not swearing, that they were only talking their own language. He tolJ me that I would understand it later. The next day Miss Dasher and Rose helped me out in English and then I liked to go to school in spite of my extra lessons in English, which were given me ufter school. M. P., West Ward School, Columbia City, Ind.

ONE NIGHT AT CAMP One night last summer when the Doy Scouts were camping at Frye lake we were all sitting around the fire when some one suggested that they would take a couple of the children and throw them up in a blanket. I happened to be one of them. The boys got around the edge of the blanket and counted one, two, three, and up I went. It seemed to me that I was never going to stop going up and when I started to go down it was worse than ever. I thought, that I was going to light on the ground and break my neck. The boys" caught me though. I was sent up several times and the last time I went higher than ever. When I came down the boys were not minding their business and I came down on one of them instead of the blanket Bill Wilshimer, Columbia City. WONDERFUL BOAT RIDE . One day while I was at the lake, we decided to play in the boats. Wrhile we were in the boats paddling with the sticks one of the little boys at the lake untied the rope. Suddenly Blanche, the little girl who was with us, gave the boat a push with her stick and away it went. We dared not move because we were so scared. Blanche began to cry. We called. After a while we saw Mrs. Farren and Mrs. Maury coming with a boat. After we were safe at the shore again we heard Blanche say, "No more boat riding for me.' And we all thought she was right. FLORENCE NIGHTENGALE. ' Florence Nightengale was a daughter of wealthy parents. In her childhood she was kind to animals and loved flowers. She lived about one hundred years ago. . When she was a young lady she went around and visited different hospitals in England. In one hospital she visited the soldiers were lying on the floor. There were mice and bugs crawling around the room. She at once offered her services to the British war office. She organized a nurses' society and provided for the sick soldiers. Later on she wrote several books on nursing. Lilian Leach, 4-A grade, Joseph Moore School. LONE SCOUTS GO TO CENTERVILLE. All Lone Scouts are requested to go to Centerville, Sunday, March 31st CHIEF SNYDER. .

BILLIE BURKE

From the day she put her dolls aside to do other things, Billie Burke says that her one chief ambition was to be a mother. The A DACHUND I am a little girl without any brothers or sisters. I like to have dumb animals for pets. I have a small dog named Duch. She is about one foot high and a little over two teet long. The more peculiar the animal the better I like them. When Duch wants something to eat she goes to the cupboard and looks pitefully as if to say, "I'm so hungray, Thelma." When she wants something to drink she will go to the sink and bark. When we give her. a bone she goes to the door and will lay the bone down and takes her nose and pushes the soreen door open, then she picks up her bone and goes out and . buries it. And when she goes to bed at night I have a rug which I spread on the floor; she lies down on it and I cover her up. She will stay there all night unless she gets cold, then she will sneak upstairs to our rooms to get us to cover her up again. But mamma gets real provoked at her for that and scolded her. So a few nights after that she got uncovered and got part way opsta'irs and fell back down and made quite a noise. She laid very still a long time till she thought we were asleep ugain. Then came on upstairs and laid down. . She isn't a bit pretty as you may know as she has been called a German submarine.Thelma Pence, 11 years. THE BLUE BIRD. This morning at home when I was still in bed a little blue bird flew in at the window and woke me up. I tried to catch him, but he was so frightened at me that he flew away. Today at school when we were writing a blue bird flew up on a tree by our window and we watched it until it flew away. His mate was with him and we think that they are going to build a nest in the tree. The blue bird had three worms in his mouth and his mate had five. As we watched them, they ate the worm3. When we marched out at noon they were on top of the school building. I like the blue bird and the robin. Martha Hobson, 4-B grade, Joseph Moore School. . My Little Dog's Rath One day I washed doggy until he was snowy white. The sun was shining bright so I set him out on the porch to dry. Soon as I had shut the door, off jumped doggy into the muddy alley. He was then dirtier than before. Helen Kenner, 8-B grade, Columbia City.

AND HER BABY

realization of that was granted to her not long ago, and as wonderful a star as she has been, so wonderful a mother she has made also. BETTY'S THRIFT STAMP. Act 1 Characters: Mother,, Father and Betty. Mother I want you to quit teasing. Betty Well, I want to buy a Thrift Stamp. Father coming in. Mother John, Betty has been teasing all day about something. Father What it Is you want so much, Betty? Betty (crying) Well I want to buy. a Thrift Stamp and mother will not promise to let me. Father--If will see about buying one. Betty Good, Good, Goody.. Father You will have to be a goo girl though. Mother Will you quit teasing then? Betty Yes, Yes, (Betty skipping around). Next Week. Father Mother, has Betty been a good girl this week? Mother Yes, Betty has been as good as she can be. Father Well, she may buy a Thrift Stamp, (handing Betty a quarter.) . Betty Good! Good! Goody! Estella Thomas, Joseph ' Moore School, 4-A grade. BOY GETS OWN MEALS WHEN MOTHER GOES AWAY. When mother went away I was still in bed because she had to leave about six o'clock. When I got up there was no one in the house. I dressed and went down stairs. There was no breakfast prepared and there was not even a fire. I built a fire and got a pretty good breakfast. After breakfast I went out to play and did not hear the noon whistles blow, so I didn't get home until about half past three. I got my dinner and decided to boll some sugar water. I boiled it until it was about sugar. That night I ate the sugar for my supper. When mother came home I had to tell her how I had spent the day. Jocab Killian, Columbia C'ty. MY PETS - Bill, a large black and white cat which we thought lots of, liked to play very much. When we would pull a rag over our hand he would jump and try to catch the rag because it was moving. One day I was playing with him. I thought it would be- fun to pull a rag over my hand. I had seen my brothers do it before so I thought I could. I was not quite quick enough; he caught my hand and made a deep scratch about an inch and a half long. Mildred Eid man.

JIRL IS FRIGHTENED FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL I can hardly tell the first day I went to school. I know I wished to go very much because I could then have a playmate. My mother took me to school the first day. The school was a very big room with many seats in it. The teacher looked very kind and I always liked her. I was a little frightened at first but after a while I became used to it The children all asked me, "How do you like school?" I said, "i like it fine, how do you like it?" I enn't remember all the little tots that went in the first grade with mo. But I do remember that thev looked awful funny seated all in rows. They could not talk very plain. Our first. lesson we learned the letters ABC, and thought that was good; the next day we learned to write them, and some of mine did look so funny. I was very glad to go the next day for we had so much fun and wished to learn the alphabet soon. Eva Foster, Grade 7-A, Columbia City.

Waiting for School to Dismiss One morning early in spring a little girl named Betty, jumped out of bed. She dressed quietly because it was a sunny day. She ran down stairs as fast as she could. "Oh. Mother." said Betty, "today is a sunny day and I am going to skate tonight after school." Betty ran nearly all the way to school. The morning went very slow for Betty. After while it was time to go home. Betty ran to school again after dinner. When she got to school the afternoon' went very, slow also. It was soon time to go home. Betty was very glad, but then a man came in and talked about War and Saving Stamps. It was 5 o'clock when Betty got out. She was very disappointed, because she did not get to skate very long before supper. And after supper she was going away. Mary Magley, 10 years old. Grade 5A. West Ward, Columbia City, Indiana. IF I Wf RE A SOLDIER. I wish I was a soldier boy . I'd be a brave one, too. I'd go over to Germany I want to tell you what I'd do; But when T; got through with that Kaiser He wouldn't be worth a snap, For he and his followers Would all be wiped off the map. I am a little boy But some day I'll be a soldier brave and true, And 1 will go with Uncle Sam Across the ocean blue. And when we come To submarines. We'll blow them here and there. Till submarines will be scattered hers and there. And when we get to France It'll make the soldiers dance. But we will fight our best, And never stop to rest; And when the war is over The honor we are sure to get. For the U. S. A. was never beat yet. By Ethel V. Johnson, 5th grade, Westriver School, Dalton, Indiana. A LITTLE BOY AND GIRL Once a little boy and girl were sent to town to get a loaf of bread for their mother. The girl's name was Martha and the boy's name was Gerald. When they got to the store Martha and Gerald found that they did not hare but four cents. So they said, "We will Just buy some candy and eat it on the war home, then tell mother they did not have any bread." They . got the candy and started home. On their way home they met-an old tramp. They became so frightened that they dropped their candy and ran home as fast as they could. When they got home their mother asked them wlere the bread was. They told her what they had spent the money for. but they said they would never do it again. Mildred Cain, Fourth Grade, Economy School. Always Mind Your Parents One day we went to the lake to spend the day. When evening came papa told us to get ready and go home. I stayed to come home in the jitney. When evening came no jitney came, so I had to stay. Juanita Magley, Columbia City.

Query Corner

The editor will try to answer questions readers of the Junior submit to her. She will not promise to answer ell of them. The questions will be answered in rotation, so do not expect the answer to be printed in tho same week in which you send It in. Dear Aunt Molly What started the war? Have you any brothers in the war? May Johnson. Dear May The immediate causa of the war was the killing of the Archduke Ferdinand, of Austria. Yes, I have one brother in the war. . Ed. Dear Aunt Molly When do you think the war will end? Mary Johnson. Dear Mary The war will never end until the world is made safe for democracy. Ed. Dear Aunt Molly What are some good boys books. Theador Sanderson. Dear Theador Have you read the Boy Scouts, Tom Brown's School Days, Tom Sawyer, Huckleberry Finn, Motor Boys, Penrod and Sam, and Cornet of Horse? Ed. Dear Aunt Molly Do you know how to play "Ping Pong"? M. M, Columbia City, Ind. Dear M. M. Yes, I play "Ping Pong" and I like it very much. Ed. Dear Aunt Molly Have you any dogs? R. T. A. Dear R. T. A I have had bad luck in trying to keep a dog. I got one for Christmas but it ran away. Ed. Dear Aunt Molly Will you please put your pictlure in the paper. M. M. B., Columbia City. Dear M. M. B. It is impossible for me to put my picture in, but you can come to the office and see me. Ed. When Mother Goes Away When mother goes away we have some fun. We always play with little baby sister. The day motAer went away, what do you think baby did? Baby went to the cupboard and ate all of mother's jam. You know babies always get into the things. I want to see what baby was doing. She had eaten mother's jam. Then I Bald, "What are you do-, ing here?" I scared her. She began to cry. Sister came running and said, "What's the matter?" I told her baby had eaten mother's jam. At 5 o'clock mother came home. She asked how baby was. I said, "She ate all of your jam, mother.". Mother said, "Just so she don't get sick, I don't care." Pleasance Armel, age 10, Grade GA, West Ward' Building, Columbia City, Ind. THE CAPTIVE BOY One time, more than fifteen hundred years ago, some ships of King Niall, of Ireland, were returning home from a wild foray upon the coast of Gaul (now France.) They, were full of" fierce soldiers, who had been engaged in the terrible work of war. Thete men carried, with them some sad-hearted prisoners, whose fate it was to be sold into slavery. Among them was a delicate boy of only fifteen years, who was thus torn away from his devoted parents, and from a home that had ever been brightened with Christian love. Patrick was the name of this youth. We may picture him as a fair-haired, blue-eyed boy, whose every feature betokened gentless and virtue. Poor Patrick! How terrible must it have been for him. to contemplate his fate, a life of slavery in a heathen land, unpaid and never ending toil, with beatings and curses from day to day! Probably there was no one on board the ship with him who could offer the slightest word of hope that the captive should ever again behold his loved parents, his home, or his friends. Certainly there was none in all the company who could foresee the wonderful importance of that voyage to the world in all succeeding ages. Had all the kings of the earth then living and there were many , of them been gathered upon King Niall's decks, with their greatest generals and wisest counselors, the company would have represented an influence pitifully small upon the future of the nations of the earth. John W. Webere, St. Mary's school.