Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 43, Number 143, 27 April 1918 — Page 13

THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM WEEKLY SECTION OF RICHMOND PALLADIUM

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RICHMOND, INDIANA, 'APRIL 27. 1918

JUNIOR GETS LETTER FROM OKLAHOMA Hugo, Okla April 20. 1918. Bear Aunt Molly: I do not suppose you know roe for it has been about four years since we lived in Richmond. We moved here about two years ago from Cincinnati. We have been having some hot days with temperatures about 80 degrees. My grandfather, B. F. Wissler, of Cambridge City, suggested that I write of our journey down here. The following I wrote as a composition in school: My Thou82nd Mile Journey. We started from Cincinnati, O., one morning on a journey to Richmond, Indiana, and Cambridge City, where we had relatives. We visited there a few weeks, and on a Tuesday morning, about 9 o'clock we were down to the station waiting for the train that would take us to Oklahoma. In about an hour

we were in Indianapolis, Indiana's capital, where we stayed about ten minutes, Scon we were to Terre Haute on the Wabash river, which forms a boundary line between Indiana and Illinois. We crossed a bridge and were in Illinois. , About five o'clock that afternoon we got to East St. Louis and crossed the Mississippi river, andcntered Missouri. We ate supper and took a ride on the street cars. At nine 'clock we went to the Pullman and got on. We soon went to our berths and slept soundly all night. Nex morning the Ozark mountains were in sight. 'We went past one mountain called "The Sugar Loaf," because Its shape is that of a sugar loaf. I was in the dressing room when all of a sudden everything became pitch dark. I could not imagine what had happened and I felt so faint that I sat down upon the floor thinking my last moment had come. In a few minutes everything became light again so I went out in the Pulman to inquire what had happened. I was told we had gone through a tunnel in the mountain. We soon entered Arkansas, and about noon we came to Oklahoma. At two o'clock the proter called "Hugo," and we looked out of the window and saw the sun-burned face of the Southerners, the dark faces of the Indians, and the shiny black faces of the negroes. We got off of the train, tired, as we had been in six Btates. Nearly everybody rides on a horse fcere and everyone says, "you-al," "done did," and "plum done." Roses, lilacs, and snowballs are in bloom. We have been having radishes and lettuce out of our garden for several weeks. I enjoy the Junior Palladium very much and am always glad to see it. I wish the Hicksville Breeze was still published. Lots of the girls down here are given boys' names. I know a Mary Jim, a Jim, Johnny, Frances, Robbie, Jack and Willie. Some of them are young ladies. Have I written too much?. I would be glad to hear from some one in Richmond. Yours truly, Ruth Bond, age 12. 406 E. Bissell, Hugo, Okla. How I Saved Money Formerly Waster to Buy Thrift Stamps Before the war I went to the movies frequently and went to circuses whenever they came to town. I would go to a candy shop and buy candy to treat the boys. But when the Thrift Stamp idea was started, I thought it over, and found out that it would help swell my savings. So I topped doing these foolish things and soon saved enough money to buy a Thrift Stamp. I kept on baying and liked to see my Thrift card get filled with those little green stamps, and before I knew it I had a big War Savings Certificate. I had sixty-one dollars in the bank and father advised me to take fifty of it and bny a Liberty Bond. I did it very gladly. With the eleven, I had left I bought more Thrift Stamps. I now have seventy-eight green stamps. Walter B. Fulghom, Jr.

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Hauling guns to American camp in France (above) and an American aviation camp behind the lines. Airplanes and guns, the chief weapons of war, are fast being supplied the American forces overseas. The photograph above shows the 155 M. M. guns, made by France for use in the American army, being hauled by a Renault tractor from the Pare de Princ, St. Cloud, France, to an American artillery camp. Below is shown a view of the American aviation fields and a type of flier that is in use by Yankee birdmen.

STORY OF "THE BLUE BIRD"

In this masterpiece, Maeterlinck has turned the light upon Life, drawn aside the veil of the future,' and has given a vivid reminder of the past. He has shown that the pursuit of happiness leads to all quarters of the globe, when, as a matter of fact, true happiness is at our doors, unrecognized. Everything in our daily life, including Fire, Water, Bread, Sugar, Milk, etc., is personified, and a soul given to all. The thread of the story is carried by two children, who go in quest of the Blue Bird meaning Happiness. The day before Christmas ,two very human little children, a little boy named Tyltyl and his sister Mytyl, the children of Daddy Tyl and Mummy Tyl, peasants, were envious of the prosperity of the rich children who lived nearby. Madam Berlingot .their neighbor, had a little daughter who was ill, and she asked Tyltyl and Mytyl to let her little girl have their pet dove, which she craved, but the children selfiishly declined. After they are put to bed the Fairy Berylune appears and by means of a magic diamond shows them the souls of all things, which come to life in the shape of symbolic figures. Even the cat and dog are given the power of speech. The fairy then takes the children in search of the Blue Bird, and they visit the Palace of Night, where they meet Sleep and Death, and the various sicknesses, the terrible Wars, the Stars, the Dew, etc. The quest continues to the graveyard, which they reach at midnight. The graves open and the dead come to life, and the cemetery is transformed into a flowery bower. The children again meet their grandparents, long since departed, who express their joy that they hate not been forgotten. Here they also find their brothers and Bisters who have died .and a glad reunion takes place In Memoryland. These scenes are obliterated by the Fog of Forgetfulness, and in the Palace of Luxuries a sumptuous banquet is in progress, the Luxuries gorging themselves with the plentiful food. Seated around the table are the Luxuries of Being Rich, Landowner, Satisied Vanity, Drinking When Not Thirsty, Eating When Not Hungry, Knowing Nothing, Doing Nothing, Sleeping

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More Than Necessary, and Fat Laughter, all of symbolical types. The bestial gluttons invite the children to join them, but Light sheds her radiance and the banqueters, unable to withstand the pitiless glare, take refuge in the Cavern of Miseries with shrieks of dismay. In the Cathedral of Happiness the children meet , the Joys, including Children's Happiness, Being Well, Loving One's Parents, Pure Air, Blue Sky, The Forest, Sunny Hours, Spring, Rain, and Innocent Thoughts. The Great Joys then appear, including Being Just, Being Good, Fame, Thinking and the Peerless Joy of Maternal Love, which is symbolized by the mother of Tyltyl and Mytyl, and is seen glorified by mother love. In the Azure Palace countless Unborn children await their advent upon the earth, and at the doors are their mothers. These children represent all classes, from the humblest worker to the rulers fit the earth. Time opens the gate tor tne cmidren Dorn mat day, ana they depart, equipped with something to make their marks in the world, for good or evil. The children are taken home by the Fairy, their hunt for the Blue Bird having been fruitless. Many birds have been pursued and caught, but they die immediately and change colors, so that the real Blue Bird has not been captured. In the morning the children awaken with different conceptions of life. They greet their parents with affectionate embraces, and everything seems cheerier and brighter to them. Thoughts of the little girl begging for the dove in her semi-delirium Induce them to give her the bird, and lol it turns to a Blue Bird. They have found the Blue Bird of Happiness in making others happy. The film will be shown at the high school auditorium May 1 to 4. HOW I EARNED MONEY. . I go to the store for mother. 1 picked greens last night for mother. Father gave me fifty cents. I brought my money to school and bought two thrift stamps Herschel Clevenger, 2A, Baxter School.

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''V HELPS MOTHER The way I .earned my Thrift Stamps was to take care of my little brother. Every pretty evening after school I would take him riding. I would wash and wipe the dishes every day. I would help mother iron the clothes. I did without candy and the money formerly wasted for that, I got Thrift Stamps with. I sweep the floors every Saturday morning. I dusted the rooms and made the beds. I earned fifty cents a week and spent it for Thrift Stamps. Pauline Wysong, Baxter School.

PRIZE CONTEST STORIES The contest stories describing the window of Jenkins & Company's jewelry store were judged by Miss Finfrock and Mr. Null, teachers In the English department of the Richmond High School. They were graded on their grammar, spelling, punctuation, neatness and clearness. The girl writing the best story was Luella Masters, and the boy Walter Fulghum. Earle Carr and Ethel Lane received honorable mention.

The Battlefield (Winning Story Written by Girl.) The Germans are attacking the French and English. The Americans are coming to their aid. Their flag floats proudly above them. Every noble heart is filled with determination to win the fight. The Red Cross field hospitals and trenches are protected by sandbags. Near each hospital there is also a large machine gun. Rapid fire guns are stationed near the ammunition bases. Now the battle is raging. The British tanks are cutting through the barb wire entanglements of tbe German trenches. No man's land is aglow with fire from the bursting shells. The air is like a furnace. Cannon-balls are flying furiously. Tbe French and English have gone "over the top." The earth trembles from the roaring and rumbling of the powerful guns. Armoured autos are moving about. Reserve troops are waiting patiently in tbe dugouts to be called to action. Stretcher beares are taking wounded soldiers to field hospitals to be cared for. The Germans make a bayonet charge. Many men falL The Allies fight gallantly, animated by their brave commanders. The Germans resist with stubborn courage. Continued On Page Four.

A Christmas in Belgium Little Mary lived in Belgium. Her father was poor. She did not have much food, and dressed plainly. She was a sickly child. The Germans had taken all Belgium except where Mary lived. Of course this caused the price of almost everything to go up. , It was in December, nearlng Christinas. Little Mary was told that Santa Claus would not brina her. any "toys. Mary cried very much about it. Her good mother comforted her by saying, "Never mind, maybe you shall get a gift" On the night of the twenty-fourth of December, which was Christmas eve, Mary hung her mother's stocking on the fireplace. She thought that Santa would only fill the stockings one-fourth full, if he gave any presents. The fire was roaring npt the chimney. Mary pulled her chair up and sat thinking about Santa. She became sleepy and fell asleep. Her kitten, named Sally, was sitting on the floor. It was a pretty cat, with sift, white fur. When Mary awoke, she was in bed. Her mother had carried her there. The first thing she thought of was Santa Claus. ; Mary ran to her stocking. She found it empty but still had hope. She looked out of the window, and saw a man leaving the porch. There - was a package on the porch. She opened it and found a note which read : "This came in the American gift ship,, so the Belgium boys and girls will keep a stiff upper lip." Mary .looked under some paper and saw a beatiful doll. "Oh, mother!" cried Mary, "I know who Santa and his mates are after all. They are those good Americans over there."

MUST HELP W-A-R spells war, WAR says we must help win the war. B-O-N-D spells bond. BOND says we must buy a bond. F-R-A-N-C-E spells France. FRANCE says we must help France. E-N-G-L-A-N-D spells England. ENGLAND says we must help England. O-E-R-M-A-N-Y spells GERMANY. GERMANY says crash with Germany. A-M-E-R-I-C-A spells AMERICA. AMERICA says we must not let AMERICA FALL. D-E-M-OC-R-A-C-Y spells Democracy. DEMOCRACY says we must not let Democracy fall. Bernice Keirn, West Ward School, Columbia City, Ind. A Clever Window Display (Winning Story Written by a Boy.) One does not have to go to France to see a real modern battlefield. Here in Richmond we have a miniature battlefield cleverly designed and placed in the Bhow window of the Jenkins jewelry store. The German trenches are being terrifically bombarded. The French, British, Italians and Americans are showing the Huns what they can do. The Germans are retreating before our allied forces, and the great guns are busy driving the Germans back. Aeroplanes are attacking a German Zeppelin, while the Germans' guns are trying to drive them off, but they fail. A signaling station is busy sending messages to the French officers. Behind the allied lines in a small cove is a Red Cross station. It is busily engaged in caring for the wounded. Large American troops are coming to the aid of her allies. Just as shown in this miniature battlefield. Victory will come to America and her Allies, because we are fighting for humanity and right Walter B. Fulghum, Jr., Age 11, Grade 6A, 307 College Ave, City.