Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 43, Number 149, 4 May 1918 — Page 14

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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, MAY 4. 1918

THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM

: Ths Junior Palladium is the children's section ot the Richmond Palladium, founded May 6, 1916, and iBsued each-Saturday afternoon. All boys and girla are invited to be reporters end contributors. News Hems, social events, "want" advertisements, 6tories, local jokes and original poems are acceptable and will be published. Articles should be written plainly and on one side of the paper, with the author's name and age signed. Aunt Molly is always glad to meet the children pen Bonally aa they bring their articles to the Palladium office, or to receive letters addrcsseu to the Junior Editor. This is your littlo newspaper and we hope- each ooy and girl will use it thoroughly.

RAISING PIGGIES IS PATRIOTIC WORK FOR ALL THE FARMERETTES

- Dear Junior Folks : Last week was Educational Week in Indiana. Boys and Girls did you stop to consider just why -we had a whole week devoted to education ? It was because so many of the boys and girls had stopped going to school. Some of the boys who were old enough joined the urmy, others left in order to work in the factories and make money. This Juniors is not necessary. Those of you who are in the eighth grade should enter high school next fall because if you

r;sh to help your country that is the only way that you can

do it.tT40-? y,0".!10 are'in high school and are old enough to join thelii because after the war there will 'be .'educated men. The highest army and navy official 'that have say that the thing for boys and men under twenty-one ..y n school. At the outbreak of the war General Wooas

it was necessary that the boys of the country should stay . in school. . - ' ' This is a war of experts. It can not be fought and won by mere courage but in order to win we must fight with brains. School is the place where boys and girls can get this necessary information. In other words school is a training camp for the military and commercial battle that we must fight against Germany. The United States government has found it necessary to teach illiterate soldiers to read and write. They are also teaching one hundred thousand soldiers to speak the French language. 'So you see just how necessary it is that all who can possibly do so should go to school. Juniors prepare to be one of those experts who will match his brains against Germany. AUNT MOLLY.

Uncle' Sam has decided that raising pigs is one of the most patriotic -things that anyone can do and he Is encouraging boys and girls as well as other folks to raise all they can. He has called upon 200.000 to get busy at pig-raising that there may be enough pork products to ship to our fighters and our allies in Europe. The farmerettes on their farm at Huntington, Long Island, are showing that girls can do most of the things on a farm that men can do and they have been especially suc

cessful in raising pigs.

Girl Sells Papers I earned my Thrift Stamps by selling papers. I make nearly enough to buy a Thrift Stamp every night. I have two War savings Stamps aud two Thrift Stamps. I made some money by not getting as nice shoes as I could have had. I had three dollars and seventy cents for shoes. I only spent two dollars and seventy-five cents for them and spent the rest for Thrift Stamps. Chrystol Graves, 6B, Warner School.

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A farmerette and eight cute little pigs.

Girl Takes Care of

Little Brother

The' wav I eu-money lor . my

Thrift Stamps was-to taat my baby brother, be a good gin and help around the house. I do errands for people and they give me pennies then I save them until I get a i:ickel, then they help make a quarter. I think every one should buy at least one Thrift Stamp and help whip the kaiser. Ruth Wright, 5B, Warner School.

HOW I EARNED MONEY TO BUY THRIFT STAMPS. I took care of my neighbors' baby while she went to town. She gave me a nickel. This summer I am going to help my mother clean house and she will give me some money. I am going to have a war garden and will sell the vegetables. I raise. Virginia Rhodes, Warner School.

BOY EARNS MONEY FOR THRIFT STAMPS. One night I was in the back yard playing ball when my friend Clay4oHcamt down. He had the La

dies' Home 'rai Saturday J

tiVenmg rosi..i,asKeq t nini e would get me a job and he said that he would. We went up on Thirteenth street and I got a job. One Thursday and Friday I made a dollar. My friend gave me a nickel and that made me a dollar and five cents. I bought thrift stamps with it. I am going to help the government win the war. Harry Murray, 5B, Warner School.

A THRIFT STAMP. Evt ry Thrift Stamp Says tramp, tramp, tramp. On the hunt for that Scamp, scamp, scamp, Of a kaiser Bill. John Newland, Starr School

MY FIRST WAR SAVINGS STAMP. One day as I was going to school I saw a boy with a funny looking book in his hand. I asked him what it was and he told me it was a Thrift Stamp book. I asked him what was in it and he told me it was a War Savings stamp. I asked him how he got it. He told me that he worked for it. I asked him how he worked and he told me. So I started working and saving my money until I had $4.95 in my little bank at home. The next day I went to school and told my teacher. She told me to bring it to school. So the next day I brought my money and she sent me to the principal. She asked me what I wanted and I told her, I held it tight in my hand till I got home and still have it. John Newland, Starr School.

HOW I EARNED MONEY FOR THRIFT STAMPS. I earned my money by selling papers. - One night I had sold six when a woman asked me how many papers' I had left. She said that she wanted six. -jrhcjtt a man came ftpnd gbrtwo. Another man came out oftlie.bank and Said that he wanted" two.' I told him that I had but' one left.' He took it and then., went - down the .. street and bought another one. I will buy. thrift stamps until we get the kaiser. Robert Morgan, 5B, Warner School.

BOY DIGS GARDEN FOR HIS MOTHER. One day my mother told me to dig the'garden for her. I said that I would. When I got through she gave me a dime. I also sold newspapers and made enough money for a thrift stamp. I sold rages and iron to the rag man. I sold enough greens and made enough money to buy another thrift stamp.

TEIE CROWNING OF THE LITTLE BROWN PRINCE A Food Fairy Tale For Children By Marion Phclan

Years and years ago, before there were any white men at all in this country, a potato was complaining one day to the King of Vegetables; "Here I am," he said, "one of the . homeliest members of your kingdom. I have to spend most of my life in the ground. It is dark and 'lonesome there and I haven't any friends. When 6ome one finally takes me out and I think I am at last going to see the flowers and birds and sunshine, one of those red creatures, called Indians, sticks me into a-red hot fire and eats me. If I only felt of Bome use in the .worldjt wouldn't be so bad, but I can't see why you let me keep on living like this." "My son," said the wise old King of the Vegetables, "you have a dull life, it is true. You don't have the lovely things that my other sub- , jects who live above the ground en- . joy, but you have more than they you have eyes and thpse eyes were given you to watch for one great event There are many generations of dark and weary life before you, years when your qualities will not be appreciated, but there will come a time when you will be exalted above most of the members of my kingdom. Then all nations in the world will look up to you and you shall take your rightful place, the one that is but a step lower than Prince Wheat's." ' The potato was surprised and delighted by the words of his king. He made a vow that he would complain no more, but would spen i his time looking toward the future when he would take his place as a price of the kingdom. Ages passed, ages which the potato measured by spring when he sprouted, summer when he grew, autumn when he was dug, and winter when he slept Each season he called out to the King ot Vegetables:

"Oil, King Father, has the time come yet?" And each season the old king called back to him, "Not yet, my son." One day there came to this country strange creatures whom the potato had never seen before. They resembled the Indians, but their faces and hands were white -and instead of skins, they wore bright colored garmonts like the flowers. They spoke in a strange language, too, and came in a huge, queer canoe, wilh wings, which the potato could see from where he lay on top of a Lill overlooking the great water. The strange creatures met the Indians and gave them gifts and soon the Indians built a fire, threw into it some potatoes, and when these were cooked, gave them to the white men to eat. It was the first time that white men had ever seen a potato, but they liked it so well, that they ate more and more, and when they prepared to return to their homf across the sea, they decided to take some of the new vegetables with them. When the potato heard that he was to go away with these strange white men, he was very happy, for he thought that surely, the time had arrived, when he was to come into his rightful heritage. "Oh, Father King," he called, "at last the time has come, has It not?" But the deep-voiced old Ling answered in a kindly tone: "Not yet, my son. This is the beginning, but you must wait many long years yet before your worth is fu'Iy recognized." So the potato sailed away to strange lands. He was planted in Spain, and later other white men carried him to England and planted him here. Before many years he was growing all over the continent of Europe. And everywhere that he was knows, the people liked him

and ate more and more of him. During all these years, more of the white people had been coming to this country where the potato had first lived, and they had all learned to eat and like potatoes. But in spite of the fact that they ate him every day, and felt that he was very necessary to them, no one thought touch about him. He was a homely creature after all, they said, and laughed at his rough, brown coat, his queer shape, and his dull little eyes. Oh, yes, of course, they admitted he was quite necessary to them, they probably couldn't get along without him, but he was really common, not nearly so handsome as the tall, proud corn that grew in the new land. They didn't know that those very eyes, which they laughed at were looking eagerly toward the future and that each spring the potato called out to his king: "Oh, Father King, has the time corce .yet?", and that each time came the answer: "Not yet, my son, not yet." Perhaps, even had they known, they .would have laughed, and said, "What 'time could a homely old potato be dreaming about, anyway?" Time passed, and the people who had come to this country built up great cities, where the red man used to stalk the deer, and hunt the wild boar, and the red man himself withdrew farther and farther away from the on-coming white men. The newcomers made this country a very wonderful place. But the potato grew for the vhite men where the red man had planted him before their coming. Then one day a king, a man king, not a vegetable king, decided that he would start out and conquer the world. "All men shall be my vassels," thought this king who was known as the Kaiser, and he sent his armies forward, killing

men, women and little children and burning their homes and stealing everything that was theirs. "He shall not conquer us," cried the rest of the world, and they arose against him. "He shall not have any food," they declared, and forbade anyone to take food to the king and his people. "But what do I care?" laughed the king, "have the potato, he will grow, just for me and my people and I shall not grow hungry." . Now the potato knew that he was to grow for the bad king for he was commanded always to grow, just after he had been born. But he didn't like to be feeding men who were killing little children, and who were frighting his own people, for he always considered the American

his own people. "I know what I'll do," he said, "I'll grow twice as vigorously in the United States this year, and there will be more potatoes than ever before In its history. That's how I'll help the "Allies" win the war." So he grew and grew and when the people of the United States came to dig the potatoes, they found millions and millions of bushels, more than this country had ever before Eeen. But the other countries which had been fighting the Kaiser and his cruel soldiers had not had time to plant any wheat. They needed wheat to make bread, so that they could carry on the war, and defeat the king and his soldiers. So they said to the United States: "We must have wheat, rre have potatoes, which are next in importance to wheat, but send us wheat, if we are to win this war." The the Americans thought of their great potato crop. "We can eat our potatoes," they said, "and send our wheat to England, France and Italy. The potato is more American even than wc,

and Americans should stand by Americans." So they began to plan new ways for eating the potato. They found that if a boy or girl were to eat a medium sized potato, he or she would get just as much strength, as though he were to eat a large 8lice of bread. One had to eat more of the potatoes than of the bread to obtain as much nourishment, but the potato was the vegetable that came nearest to being as valuable to man as wheat. They found that the potato could be mae to take the place of wheat in many ways ,that muffins, and cookies, and even bread itself

i could be made to take the place cf

Now everyone is being asked to eat more potatoes. Every boy and girl can help this wonderful country in which he or she lives, drive back the cruel king and his soldiers and win the war by asking Mother to put more potatoes on their plates and by eating less bread made from wheat They should also ask Mother to make bread and muffins from potatoes. The whole world Is looking up to the potato now. They no longer laugh at him as ugly, for they have come to understand that he will keep them strong and well. At last after all these hundreds and hundreds of years, the potato has come into his rightful heritage and this spring when the potato calls as usual: . ' Oh King, Father, has the time come yet?" the wise old King of the Vegetables will laugh and answer: , "At last my son, it has come. Kneel, and receive your crown, a3 prince next in rank to Prince Wheat and Prince Corn. The time has been lone, but vou have been natient and

j the reward Is great"