Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 43, Number 202, 6 July 1918 — Page 11

THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM WEEKLY SECTION OF RICHMOND PALLADIUM

RICHMOND, INDIANA, JULY 6, 1918

The History of That First Note By Claude G. Miller You know, I never felt so foolish in all my life, here I am a fall grown girl at thirteen, and writing notes. No, it Just happened this way, June (I wouldn't want you to tell this to anybody for the world; you won't, will you?) 1 Ual just eome from history elass when I met Herold Simmons, you know 1 think he's just the nicest boy; well as 1 was saying he met me right there in the hallway and we walked together to the first floor. Just as I got to my room Herold sort of whispered in my ear (because there were plenty of other children about us) "Amelia, will you take something from, me?" Of course, Jane, you understand I did not know what it was then or I wouldn't have taken it; you are older, you know how it feels to be with a boy you like, especially when you like him a good deal, and I am just crazy about him. I Oh, Jane, don't laugh at me so I took the thing he offered me and stuffed it in my pocket and I really forgot it. It was folded twice just like I fold my algebra papers and on going into my study room I found that we were going to have one of those nice algebra quiszes Professor Sharp always gives us on surprise. I got so busy that when he ashed for our papers I just stuffed my band in my pocket and drew out mine and handed it in with the rest, never thinking about the note at all. Well, things went on until last night; I met Herold at Gardner's; he asked me about the answer from the note, and June, that was the first I had thought of that note, so F was a little nervous ('cause that was the first note I'd ever had from a boy,) so I put my band in my pocket and drew it out again and when I opened it up it was my algebra ppper. , I felt funny inside but I just acted as if it was the note and I was reading it, but all the time my mind was whirling. What if Mr. Sharp saw that my first one, and it ends out like this, end before it had almost begun what if Harold had said ho loved but I just danced up and said "Yes," 'cause 1 really didn't know what else to ray. He seemed delighted with my answer and walked home with me. That night 1 could hardly uleep pt all and the next day I hurried to get down to the first floor before Herold came along. I felt so terrible and as I entered the room Professor Sharp came along and raid timidly, "Amelia, I'm afraid you got er-er the wrong a-er paper lo me." And he put the note down on my desk. I snatched it up and handed my real paper oh how relieved I felt with the note in my tiiinds, an', June, I read it right in lass to myself, and Mr. Sharp looked back my sheepishly; hero is the note, I will read it to you if you don't mind: 'Dear Amelia-Won't you please write me notes? I'm so lonesome and to get a note from somebody I (I'll leave that out, it doesnt especially mean anything to you any way) Will you please go with me to the basket ball game next Friday night Be ready at eight, please. Your (I'll leave that out too.) H. S.r Now, June, what I want to ask you ('cause I know you've had lots and lots of experience, shall 1 tell Herold about Mr. Sharp getting my note and shall I send him an answer, and shall I go to the basketball game with him (you know I promised I would.) I may go, and keep writing notes but don't tell him about the first

one oh, you dear June but I won

der what Professor Sharp thinks?

RIDDLE Upon the hill there is a house, in the house there is a table, on the table there Is a cup and in the rup there is yellow and white and it runs oyer everything. What is it? Answer An egg. Elisabeth Es telle.

U. S. BIRDMEN "ARE LEARNING HOW TO FLY OVER BERLIN

U. S. airplanes

Airplanes enough to drive Germany out of the air and then bomb Berlin and other German cities. That's the vision of military experts and officials of the aircraft department ot the war. Many are agreed that if the war is to be won without years of struggling on land between armies, with no definite gains -jy either, airplanes must be the deciding factor. To that end airplanes are going to be produced by the U. S. just as fast as they can be turned out. A few months ago government officials talked of producing some 20,000 planes and training enough men to run them. Now the aim is

flying in V formation at Kelly field, San Antonio, Texas

bring home to the German people in an emphatic manner that they

te produce those 20,000 and then keep right on turning then out. The aviation branch ot the training schools will be enlarged to train enough pupils to meet the need. The first thing of course is te put enough planes in the field to keep the allied battle lines free of German eraft. The next step, experts agree, would be the bombing of Berlin and other important towns, along with ammunition plants and other war factories. Then the bombing ot Berlin would have a psychological as well as a practical effect. It would

are a beaten people and that it is useless to continue the waste ot lives and resources. The building of bombing planes is considered of prime importance and is being well handled. John D. Ryan, head of the aircraft division of the war, is saying nothing and sawing out airplanes, so to speak. He has spent considerable time looking over the airplane factories' equipment His first task will be to getting all the factories working at capacity. Then he will have to plan expansions.

A "Hard Inch" Story One day as I was walking through the streets of Gloucester, England, my attention was arrested by the sight of an upright, broad shouldered old fellow, walking at a leisurely gait about half a square in front of me. Just as I came abreast of him I noticed that he had a wooden leg. The point of the same I also noticed was descending on a banana skin which some careless boy had thrown tlrere. Before I could warn him he had stepped on it, and had started to obey the laws of gravity and was rapidly descending toward the sidewalk. As he fell he made a clutch at me and caught my arm. Now I was only fourteen and though I was as strong as the average boy of my age, he had caught me unawares, so down we went together. In some unexplainable way he fell on my ankle. I felt a sharp pain and then became unconscious. When I came to, I found myself in a bed with the old man by my

side. He informed me that he had carried me to Ihis own home which I was not far from the scene of our' downfall. He bad also notified my parents ard a doctor. He said his name was John Bull, an Englishman, and formerly a sailor. The doctor came first. By this time my ankle was so swollen that they had to cut off the shoe. Needless to say it was also very painful. The doctor told me that it was very badly sprained. A short time after, my parents arrived and I was taken home. My ankle healed very slowly, but almost every day the old man came to see me and "spin yarns" as he called 6tories. The following story was the most interesting to me. It took place when he was mate of the brig, Nancy, which was employed in bringing English exports to Cape Town in South Africa and taking raw material back to England. One day when they were almost to the equator a terrlflo hurricane arose and blew them hundreds of miles oat of their coarse. The ship In this anlooked for emergency had ran oat of fresh water. So when they sighted a large island not far away the mate was sent with the ships dory to get

some. The found a large spring which was sufficient for for their needs and setting the men to fill the casks the mate walked down to the beach. The day was hot and the water looked inviting. The mate stripped, threw bis clothes in the boat and plunged in. Before long the men had the water and were ready to go back to the ship. They started and the mate swam so as to intercept them about half a mile from the ship. He was was not far away when the man in the bow of the boat went white and he screamed, "A shark, right behind you." The mate looked and sure enough there was a charp, knife-like fin, cutting the water not ten yards behind him. Of course he redoubled his efforts and the men in the boat did theirs too. Just as the mate grasped the edge of the boat, the shark turned on its tide and siezed the mate's leg jost below the knee and bit it off. Lucklily some of the men in

the boat knew a little of surgery. They quickly made a tournequet and stopped the flow of blood. He recovered, as we already know, but had to have a wooden stump instead of a leg. I asked him if he let the shark have hia leg without a struggle. Then the old sailor roplied, "Of course, I make a point of never arguing with a shark."

SATURDAY, 2 P. M. Sycamore Tree Pasture PRIZES Admission and Entry Free After reading this announcement they adjourned to the above mentioned pasture to make plans to spoil the Tournament On Saturday morning the Oak Stree boys were warned to keep out of the pastures, but as it was public property anav this was the only suitable place for the Tonrnamnet, they prepared to fight if necessary. When the "Aviators Club," reached the field that afternoon they found that the enemy had entrenched themselves behind a small bank. The "Aviators" charged toward them, but were overpowered and held down while some of the Goosetown boys destroyed their much prized airplanes. That evening there was a meeting of the Oak Street boys at the president's home, at which it was decided to dress up as ghosts and scare the Goosetown boys, who were rather superstitious, into leading a better life.

THE TRAMP One warm spring Morning I was washing the dishes when I heard a loud knock at the door. Expecting to see my neighbor, Mrs. Brown, wanting to borrow something, I was completely surprised to see a tall rough figure looming in the doorway before me. He wore a ragged sweater, a torn cap on his head, which was about two sises too smalt.. He had a kindly expression notwithstanding the long beard which covered the lower halt of his face. His shoes, which were very much the worse for wear, must have had a stylish look about them when they were new. On the whole, he looked as if he had just stepped out of the ragbag, and I should imagine he was about 49 years of age. His first words, were intended, I suppose, to be in a kind tone, were spoken harshly. "Madam, could you spare me a bite to eat? I have been traveling for several days and am very hungry." I was not in the habit of feeding tramps, and was just about to say "No," when I looked at him again. He did look sadly in need of help, and I was just wishing for someone to move a heavy table that was up stairs. Why net let this man move H and then give him seme breakfast? I stood for several seconds trying to make up my mind and at last decided to do it He seemed willing to move the table and I led the way upstairs, while be followed. We went into the room where the table was and I noticed he looked at the dresser rather peculiarly. He wa very strong and picked up the table as if it weighed nothing at all. I gave him some breakfast which he ate as if the bad had nothing to eat for more than several days. He thanked me kindly, in bis gruff way, and moved slowly across the yard and out of sight That evening I read in the paper about the capture of a man having the same description as my visiter of the morning. He was caught trying to escape from the town with a large sum of money taken from the leading bank of the city. I resolved to be more careful about the kind of tramps I fed.

All during the next day they were busy making ghost suits for themselves, and covering a pony and cart with white. That night, they got into the cart and drove to the Goosetown ditsrict. After catching several of the Goosetown boys, and nearly scaring them to death they drove to a cabin in a neighboring woods. Here they were made to promise to go to work in one of the factories near there. After making them promise to do this they were locked in the cabin, from which they soon escaped, however. The Coosetown boys made good their promise to work, and never once had an idea who the ghasts were. The Oak Street boys and the Goosetown boys were soon on good terms and later the Goosetown boys joined the "Aviators Club," and the proposed Tournament was held.

The Aviators' Club Smithville was a small country town with a population of about a thousand people. The boys of the town were divided Into two groups, the Oak Street boys, and the Goosetown boys. The Oak Street boys lived In the better part of town, while the Goosetown boys lived

across the railroad in the poorer district The Oak Street boys had organized an "Aviator's Club," in the meetings of which they built miniature airplanes. Each boy was the proud owner of several of these machines. The Goosetown boys, however, spent most of their time gambling and fighting. One after noon the Goosetown boys dlscov ered a poster tacked onto a tree which read: First Monthly Tournament Toy Airplane Flying for Distance and Altitude