Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 43, Number 161, 18 May 1918 — Page 14

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RICHMOND PALLADIUM. MAY 18, 1918

THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM

The Junior Palladium la (he children's section of the Richmond .Palladium, founded May 6, 1918, and issued each Saturday afternoon. All boys and girls are invited to be reporters ni contributors. News Items, social events, "want" advertisements, stories, local ' jecs and original poems are acceptable and will be published. Articles shoE'd 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 per sonally ai they bring their articles to the Palladium office, or to receive letters addrcsseu to tne Junior Editor. This is your littlo newspaper and we hope each ooy and girl will use it thoroughly.

Dear Junior Folks: There are many reasons why everybody should go to school and among them is one very essential item. It is to learn to be accurate. If you are accurate you will save yourself a lot of trouble. To do a thing well it must be done accurately. If you are inaccurate you will never trust yourself. If you add up a column of figures and you know that you make mistakes you will immediately add them again to see if you were correct. Accuracy is a habit that everyone should acquire. In the training camps the men are taught to be accurate. They are required to go through hours and hours of practice with the rifles. . If they were not accurate, Juniors, do you think that our infantry would ever be of service to our country? The men who make the parts for the airplanes and big guns must be accurate because if they were not, the planes and the guns would be of little use. The trouble with most folks is that they are in too great a hurray to get things done. But, Juniors, what good is their work if it is not right? It must be done over and that is a waste of time. So Junior Folks learn to be accurate first and then acquire speed. AUNT MOLLY.

LOUISA-GOES OVER THE TOP FOR UNCLE SAM

BY GIDEON HOE OF THE VIGILANTES.

EXCHANGE COLUMN Open to All Boys and Girts. These Ada Cost You Nothing; Send In Your "Wants" to The Palladium Junior.

WANTED Work by two girls. Age twelve and thirteen. Will work after school and on Saturdays. Call 09 and 720 South Fifth street. LOST Paper dollar in Glen Park. Please return to Harold Hanson, 2002 North F street. ,

LOST Fox terrier dog, white with brown ears. Toward. Phone 2521 131 South Ninth street.

FOR SALE A Belgium Ham Rabbit Call 231 South 11th St.. Richmond, Ind.

FOR SALE Child's rain coat and and a pair of ball-bearing skates. Will sell cheap if sold at once. Call 416 South 16th street. LOST At Washington theatre Sunday afternoon, a pocket bood containing 20c. Please return to Elsie Baker, or leave at Aunt Molly's office. f LOST Small pocket-book. It found, return to 1118 N. D street or prone 1366. . LOST Small purse containing rosary beads. Phone 1366, or call at 1118 N. D.

FOR SALE I sell the Ranger and Crusader Bikes. Gilbert Smith, 236 South Third street WANTED-Fifty Lone Scouts to call at 236 South Tthird street, Saturday.

WANTED: Place on a farm. Call 915 North G, Leolin Klus.

WANTED To sell or trade a B. B. afr rifle. Will sell for 80 cents See Leoline Klus.

LOST Purple striped hair ribbon. Phone, 1823.

WANTED Work in the country by boy 10 years old. Call 734 South Sixth street. Richmond, Ind.

It is better to save crumbs and bread. Than to lose the winning of the . Kaiser's head. Lila Luclle Truman, 7 years old, 204 North Eleventh street

Housekeeping as a Profession It has been said that the chief work of a woman was to be a home maker. In order to be a home maker it is essential that a girl have the best education that opportunity affords. She should above all know commercial arithmetic as In most cases she has the handling of the family budget. She should also know chemistry so that it will be possible for her to know the number ot calories of feed needed. After a girl's marriage she should continue her studies and not drop out of things, for if she does, she will soon find that the world has left her far behind and she will become a bore to people she meets. Housekeeping is a business. No girl would care to marry a man who had no special line of business and so it is that no man cares to marry a woman who knows nothing about house work. A housekeeper should have an ideal ,a certain aim and an interest In her family. She should always be cheerful and so keep a spirit of pleasure In her home. A housekeeper should be considerate of a servant if one is kept. Many girls consider it a disgrace to be a maid in another person's home, but in reality it is not. If a girl is employed by an agreeable family her position is preferable to that of a girl who works In a factory. Her work and her hours are not so heavy or long. The essential thing in a housekeepers life is to have good health and the right amount ot sympathy for her family.

Louisa is the school scrub woman. She has been connected with the school for years. She is still there with her brooms, her pails, hr mpps and her eternal thoroughness. . - Louisa was Gen??- She spoke German. She thought GermlH.-She dreamed Germany. She was American only because she could not "earn so much as here." She had come here a generation ago with a young married sister. The sister had gone back to Germany leaving her baby with Louisa. He grew up as most boys do whose mothers are not about and whose supporting aunts have to rjo out to work. He was stoop shouldered, he smoked. He spent his wages as he wished. Louisa would look at him grimly and mutter, "Ach, if only I had you In Chermany." It was for this boy that she worked. It was of him and the "Fadderland" that she talked as she rubbed, rubbed, rubbed. "Ach, what think? That boy he lends five tollar to a man on the block and he moved away and we can't find him "Not so it Is In Chermany. There he could not do this. Make bills and hide himself. There you have a little book. From school yet you have it. In it stands your name, your age, you hair, your eyes, and all what you do for a living. "First thing you do if you move, you must go to the police and show your book, then again when you arrive you show your book to the police. "No, no, in Chermany you cannot run away. There they have it much better. You are all bosses.

Nein! You have not the discipline. Hrrp! Hrrp! Forward March!" and Louisa shouldering her brooms and mops marched down the corridor to the applause and laughter of the little children marching into school. Louisa liked to mingle with the teachers. At the beginning of the war, when the teachers gathered in these little knots discussing the possibilities and speculating on the outcome of it all, Louisa made her contribution: "Ach, the discipline. Von Hindenburg, Von Hindenburg. He is for discipline. He is the soldier. Such a one never lived. You will see he will win. He is a Gottlike man."

"O Louisa, have a heart. Don't scare us so early in the morning," scoffed Boy Teacher, reaching for the brief case that rested at his feet. But Louisa was before him and placed it in his hands. "O thank you, Louisa, but you mustn't -do. that. You"ll spoil me.I'm not used ?3 "lt.a "I should hope not." snd. another young teacher. "I shouij hope not indeed. The idea of a woman waiting on a perfectly healthy, strong, young man. I bet I wouldn't do it." ''Ach no? In Chermany you would save the man all." "Why- Why?" stamped the young teacher. "Why should a woman save the man all." "Because," Louisa condescended. "Because he is the soldier, He fights for the Fadderland. With out the man what are you? Nothing. It Is for you to marry a fine soldier, raise up a fine soldier. That Is your duty. That you were placed in the world for. Now he," pointing to the Boy Teacher, " would make a fine " But the young teacher had fled. The teachers began to grumble. "Germany, Germany. Louisa is always cheering for Germany. Why don't these people go back and fight for the Fatherland? No, they stay here, and root for Germany. Then came the news of the sinking of the Lusitania. The teachers gathered and discussed the news angrily. "The devils. Our people. Hundreds of them. Fiohman, Archie Butts, Hubbard. It's awful. It was full of women and little children. Shameful." Wondering Louisa poked her head inside the door. "What is? Is someone dead you cry so?'"

"Yes, they're dead," and a teacher sprang forward and pushed the headlined paper full in Louisa's face. "Ycur lovely Germans killed them." "Killed? What is?" "The Lusitania was stink by the Germans. She was carrying many Americans." "So!" said Louisa coolly. "We'l, they was told to stay off tuat boat. The fools. Served themselfs well right." "Keep f. till, screamed the young teacher. "We'll ask your precious

1 Kaiser whether we may sail over his ocean when he isn't -using it, I suppose. Well, we won't." Then taking fresh umbrage at the other's stolid composure she burst out, "What do you think you would be doing if you were In Germany now? Going about a building like this one, dressed as you are, mingling with the sort of people you meet fca.re. Not for a minute. You'd be dreSSeJ iSbs, your feet in wooden shoes, and yiKt 2uld be pulling a plow like an ox for Tour precious "Ya, ya," said Louisa, sadly. "Such things must be. It stands in the Bible. Purification by fire. If it's God's will we fight, then we fight." When the teacher had gone to their rooms Louisa appeared in the office. "Hark," she whispered to the Head Teacher. "My boy has volunteered for the war. What you think of that? Isn't that fine? He says, 'Mother Louisa, I must go," . and I tell him, 'Go. We live in America, we are Americans.' " One morning when the teachers had gathered for the morning chat, Louisa came In, her face shining. "Look," she said to the young teacher, "here is my boy's picture. He is a soldier now, How grand he loogs. He is a sergeant already." Louisa gazed lovingly at the postcard picture of a fine looking soldier boy. "Ha, ha, my fine fellow. Now you don't turn over and sleep again while I call you five times more. Ta ta ta, Ta ta ta, Ta ta ta. Forward March. That is fine for you," she chuckled. The Liberty Loan posters came. The big loan drive was on. Louisa fell in love with one of the posters. "Such a beautiful young lady. How strong she is waving the flag and leading the army. She is schoen, ya, ya, she calls for money for the soldiers. She shall have it. Ya, ya. Glancing about to be sure she was not noticed. She slipped into the office. Once inside she drew from her pocket an envelope with the red triangle in the corner and laid it before the head teacher. "Look. This the money my boy sends. It is the money they give him for being a good soldier. That money I could spend. Take it and buy a Liberty Bond." So Louisa went over the top for Uncle Sam.

The Curse of Booze ! J. 3. Scores Another It had gone 12 by all the reliable clocks in town one bleak night near the end of November. In the editorial rooms of the Morning Jag all was bustle and confusion for but an hour remained before the paper would go upon the presses. The telephone bell upon the city editor's desk clanged loudly, and the city editor put the receiver to his ear with a brisk "Hello" spoken Into the transmitter. "Is this Jordan?" came the question over the wire. "Yes, speaking. What is it?" the C. E. snapped, for he was a busy man at this hour and could not be bothered by trifles. "Well, Jordan, thi3 Is Lieutenant Reed of headquarters. We have just had a call from the Riverside station that Senator Dudley Lane has been murdered. I' don't know anything about the case at all. I thought you'd want to know about It so you could get a man out there." "Good Lord! Lane murdered! Alright, Lieutenant Reed. Thanks." And the C. E. replaced the receiver

upon its hook and looked around the office for his star reporter. There he sat In a far corner of the room smoking a cigarette and doing nothing in particular. A big man was Willoughby Roberts around the office of the Morning Jag the star reporter of the sheet; the man who covered all of the big stories. Jordan called his star reporter to his desk and hastily acquainted him with the facts in the case. "We've got Just 50 minutes to cover that story, Roberts. Get out there quick and come back here and write it You can make it if you hustle. Get only the primary facts." So Willoughby Roberts departed posthaste for Riverside to cover the biggest murder story that had broken In many a month. Now Willoughby, it so happened, was exceedingly food of the yellow

beverage that maketh fools of wise men, and he never left the office without stopping at the nearest saloon to take on one or two with j a chaser on the side. Tonight was ' no exception, though he had but I

50 minutes in which to cover ais (

story. But Roberts was a fast man and knew that he could make it. At Mike Kelley's Blue Goose Inn nearby, he phoned for a taxicab and while awaiting its arrival he took on three straights and one mixed drink, and bought a bottle for his hip. And when the cab came he sojourned to Riverside, found out all about the murder, and then climbed again into the cab and started back toward the office. Twenty minutes before the deadline he walked into the editorial offices of the Morning Jag, but he hit both sides of the door as he stepped across the threshold. The liquor he had consumed, and the bottle he had carried on his hip,

the latter now only a memory, had

gotten in their work and the star reporter was on a considerable "souse." The city editor was as sore as a boiled owl when he observed the condition of his S. R., but he had the story and there was not an

other man in the office who could

handle it as well as Willoughby Roberts, be he drunk or sober. Therefore the C. E. took the S. R. gently by the arm .led him into a small, private office adjoining his own, sat him down before a typewriter and told him to go to it. "And I want that whole story out inside of 15 minutes. Hustle it up!" said the city editor. "If It Isn't out on time you're out of a job for this escapade." So Willoughby Roberts proceeded to go to it, and the rattle of the typewriter keys was like the roar of many rifles on the field of battle as he vigorously pounded the machine. And. incidentally it was

music to the ears of the city ed

itor. For 15 minutes Willoughby pounded the keys steadily, and then the city. editor went into the private office, feeling that by this time his star reporter would have

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turned out his masterpiece. "I'll take what copy you've got written, Roberts," the C. E. said, and proceeded to look around for the said copy. But for some strange reason or other, the copy was not to be seen. He glanced down at Willoughby

who was still pounding valiantly upon the ivory keys, and in a flash he realized the terrible truth. For a moment he was too overcome to utter a word, but after the moment was up he exploded all over the place. And well might the city editor explode, for with less than five minutes remaining before the deadline, he had learned that Willoughby Roberts, star reporter of the Morning Jag, had been pounding steadily for 15 minutes upon the bare roll of his typewriter. He bad forgotten to put any paper in the machine.