Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 43, Number 119, 30 March 1918 — Page 13

THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM WEEKLY SECTION OF RICHMOND PALLADIUM

Baxter School Edition

Baxter Edition

RICHMOND, INDIANA, MARCH 30, 191S

HOW THE BUNNY DISTRIBUTED THE EGGS It was the day before Easter and the Bunny was getting the Easter rggs ready. When they were finished it was after dark. The earth children were going to sleep. The Bunny was wondering how he was going to give the eggs to the children. He thought that if he would go the dog in the front yard would eat him up. He thought he would let the robin take the eggs. He went over to the robin's house. The robin said that he couldn't lake it because the cat would catch him. The Bunny went away disappointed. He thought of the bear. He went to find the bear and found him in his cave. The Bunny told the bear that he wanted the earth children to have the eggs Easter morning. The bear said that he thought that he could take the eggs. Late that night the bear with the basket of eggs in his moutn started toward the earth children's home. The bear got safely there.

Ho went up the stairs and put the eggs beside the children's bed. He then went down the stairs and into the front yard and safely back to his cave. The Bunny was still there waiting for him. The bear told him that he delivered the eggs safely. When the children awoke they found the eggs. They said that Ihe Bunny had colored the eggs beautifully and that they were very greatly pleased with them. PAULINE WYSONG. Baxter School. EASTER NOTHIN'! By Claude G. Miller. Hm! Hiding Easter eggs is jist like lots of other crimes, they all pop up smiling sooner or later. But this Easter egg proposition has been troubling me for a long time, you know, yep, some nights couldn't get a wink of sleep, just a worryin' where to hide the things. First thing was the price of eggs! Poor thing, since the law came, boldin' us poor suckers from killin' chickens, why the fool things have , "v.i Hn' mighty ' independent. fil e only iu,"yiiv "i Rtty and Only the other day one begun' to set. Of course, you realize that keepin' a poultry farm ain't no soft job, no, not by a thimbleful, and my assortment sort o' don't get along so good. Seein' the rooster and the peacock are always fightin' and the guinea is jealous of the hen. But when the kid demanded colored eggs for Easter, it was up to me to haul over the goods. So that's what I started to do. Up where I lived we had all kinds of eggs, purple, green, pink, red mostly green. I can remember those green eggs yet. I used to remember them from one year to the next oh! they used to make the biggest stomach ache of them all! But that was another thing, I didn't know how to color the blamed things. I guess my method wasn't the best either, but I'll tell you how and what I did grocery tryin' to look wise, when I upset a basket containing cloth dyes, and an idea struck me, why not use these in coloring my eggs? So before leaving that store I bought every color of dyes except green In the store. I couldn t get green no matter how hard I tried but that was easily remidied, I remembered of having some Paris green left over from last year's Carden making. Next, in the morning, I mixed up a lot of this here colored dyes in with their feed, because, believe me, I was going after the idea right none of this half-way stuff. I was goin to feed the chickens the color and then they'd hare to lay me colored eggs. Now talk about gratitude! I fed those fool bens (the two layin' hens you know) and about noon I went out to see the results and here both of them had layed upside down, vith their feet in the air and deliberately croaked. CROAKED!!!! Continued on Page Four.

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The little pictures above, familiar to many, illustrate the visit at the tomb of the Savior of those who came in search of him. the appearance

Skill? Jn,?01 bpfore Mary Magdalene I T--toia. AY SURPRISE ON EASTER MORNING I am a little girl, seven years old. I am very poor. My father is dead and my mother has to work very hard. It was the day before Easter and I was wondering if I would get any eggs for Easter. I went to bed that night with a heavy heart, thinking that I would not get anything for Easter. When I awoke the next morning I did not look to see if there was anything till after breakfast When I looked, what do you think I found! There was a basket full of good things to eat, and a lot of candy eggs. Some girls had given them to me, who were not very friendly with me. They were friendly ever afterward. After all Baxter School iTrSd&ND. Bunny, oh, my Bunny, Or rabbit, if you please: Oh, come and lay your Easter eggs Just for Rob and me. Dorothy Caine, 6 A Grade, Baxter School.

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and the resurrection. "He arose -f . ,, . ... AN EASTER, tvivi HUWl I was invited to an Easter Hunt last year. When the children got there the eggs were colored all colors Bertha White said, "We are goiny to hide eggs and you are to hunt for them." They were every place, we hunted and hunted and finally we found them all. The one that found the most got to hide them again. We kept on playing until almost time to go feonie. After we found all of the eggs we sat down and ate them. After we had eaten the eggs Bertha's aunt brought out a large plate of home-made fudge with coroanut on top. It was about five o'clock so we had to go home. When I got home I told my brother about the Easter Hunt. He nMi'UttmmMiL have an Easter m " So we did. Baxter School, 6 A. Drinking From the Hose I had the hose and was going to get a drink. I turned it in slow and was drinking when some one turned it on full force. It splashed into my face and you may be sure that 1 have never had a drink from a hose since. Helen Plattner. Co lumbia City.

MY CAT --v - ' A little girl named Helen gave me a little kitten. I fed it every day. She gave it to me in the summer and when In the fall one day I went to the wood-shed for It I couldn't find it. It didn't come up that night and so in the morning I went to the barn to look for it. I found it dead in the stable. Edith Crawford.

THE EASTER STORY Long years ago, in Bethlehem, a town far across the seas, there was born a little child, whose name was Jesus, because He came into the world to save us from our sin. The Bible tells the beautiful story of hU birth. Angels from heaven sang a wonderful song: "Glory to God in the highest and on earth, peace and good will toward men. Shepherds left their flocks in the field and went to visit the Child and His mother. Wise men from the East, guided by a star, brought their gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh. This Infant grew to be a wise, loving boy, a tender "helpful man. He taught people to love God and each other Whehever He went He carried a blessing. He touched the sick and they were well. He made the blind see, and the lame walk. He took little children in His arms and blessed them. But though He was so wise, so good, so patient and sweet, wicked men grew jealous of His power. They could not believe that He was the Son of God and their Saviour. So they arrested Him and nailed Him to the cross.. Near the place where Jesus died was a garden belonging to Joseph of Arimathea, a rich man and a secret friend of Jesus. In this garden was a tomb which bad never been used. Joseph bogged that he might have the body of his friend. When it was given to him, he and Nicodeuvus. another of Jesus' friends, took it tenderly down from the cross and wrapped it in new fine linen and laid it in the tomb. When they had done all that they could, a huge stone was rolled up to close the mouth of the grave, and the little company of Borrow ing friends went to their homes. Paul Mulligan, St. Mary School, Richmond, Ind. March 18, 1918. THE EASTER STOBX. Th rteSTvlAA r bered that Jesus, when alive, ha ZJt'I Z? fronds might go to the tomb in the night and steal His body away andj then tfli the people that lie had risen from the dead. So they sealed the tomb securely and placed a guard of soldiers about it till the third day should be passed. Early in the morning of the first day of the week, and while it was yet dark, an angel of the Lord came down from heaven and rolled back the stone from the door of the tomb and sat upon it. His face was bright like lightning and his garments were as white as the snow. The soldiers trembled for fear of him and fell as if dead. That same morning just as the eastern sky had begun to redden, tnWH1 WIIHIWH . iBiliiilalth sweet Jesns 'iaN .' tar the tomb wherf Magdala, Mary the mother James, and Salinone the mother John. As they hurried along, they wondered who would roll away the stone for them, for it was very heavy. When they came near, they found to their astonishment that the tomb was open and empty Mary of Magdala stayed only long enough to be sure that her beloved Master was not there, and then with all speed she ran back toward Jerusalem to tell Peter and John that enemies had stolen the body of their Lord. WILLIAM EXGELBERT. St. Mary School, Richmond, Indiana. THE EASTER STORY. (Concluded) Meanwhile the other women had gone into the tomb and while they stood, dazed and wondering, they Continued on Page Four.

RABBIT TAKES EGGS TO CHILDREN "Spring has come," paid all the animals. '..'-. "Where are the children? They have not come to the woods yet, and what can keep them away bo long, wonder," said Spring. I know I will send some one to the village to see what keeps them. W7ill you go, Mr. Bear?" "No,- I don't believe that I can go. I have been sleeping all winter aud I would like to get some

thing to eat." "Mrs. Robin, do you think that you could go?" said Spring. "No, I do not think I can go; I have my birds to take care of," said Mrs. Robin. "Do you think you could go, Mr. Rabbit?" said Spring. "Well, you know I am afraid the dogs would chase me." "Well, you could go in the night." "So I could," said the rabbit. So the rabbit said he would go. All of the birds made a nest and put some eggs in them and the rabbit took them around to the honsea that night. He went to every house and in the morning when the children awoke and saw their baskets they knew that Spring had come. And that was the first Easter day. . Mabel Bortner, 5B Grade, Baxter School. THE EASTER ROBIN There is a legend of the Greek church which tells us that "Our Lord used to feed the robins around His mother's door when a boy; moreover, that the robins never left the sepulchre till the Resurrection and at the Ascension joined the angels' song." Another story of the robin is that of the day of Creation, when all the birds were given their gay plumage, the robin was left a little gray bird. The Lord of Creation promised the robin that he should have a red breast but that he must earn those bright breast feathers. For long, long years the .little bird did everything that it could tc have those coveted feathers. It sang until its little throat almost burst with joy. It performed deeds of valor; it biilt its nest among the brambles, that the thorns might scratch it And so it went on foi years and years, this -brave little bird trying to earn its red breast. On the day that our Lord was on His way to Calvary, toiling under tho heavy burden of the cross, a robin plucked a thuru uVw Ww and the blood of the divlneT feT'VV" t of the bird breast is red. Herbert Mame, 8. Mary's School. ANCIENT EASTER With the return of the birds comes the awakening of nature itself. Our Christian ancestors turned the festival of spring into Eastertide. Easter was an old Saxon goddess of the East, of light and Spring, in honor of whom a festival was celebrated in April. Now we have the greater significance of Easter, the Resurrection of our Lord and Saviour. Many children are familiar with that beautiful picture of the Angel at the tomb, but few are familiar with the story of the Easter lily, how the drops of sacred blood be came pure white Easter lilies adorntaf ta fittui. Ujc cross to the

otpenfe vuTh jrWtme$ M- (M'XW'!!M9& of ( poem seems to belong to the Easter

season : The sweetest thing in my garden, On hush or vine or tree, Is the shining, snow-white lily That God has sent to me. How wise he must be to make it! How good to put it here For me to watch and care for. So very sweet and dear. . There's nothing more fair and spot less In all the world, I know; It is fairer than the moonlight, And whiter than the snow. I love you, beautiful lily. Made of the sun and dew; I wirh that my heart could always Be spotless and pure, like you. Joseph Mercurio. St. Mary School.

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