Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 43, Number 208, 13 July 1918 — Page 13

THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM WEEKLY SECTION OF RICHMOND PALLADIUM RICHMOND. INDIANA. JULY 13. 1918.

Why We Should Win This War In treating this subject, it is ray Intention to discuss It mainly from the viewpoint of the United States. Not that it is of less imporance for France or England or any other of our Allies to win the war, but because I feci more capable of discus

sing the question from this point of i

view. There are many reasons why we

should win this war, in fact, they ;

are almost too numerous to mention. However, there are three or four outstanding reasons that should be mentioned. In the first place we should win this war for the same reason that all wars, we enter, should be won, that is, in order to uphold our honor as a nation and to s:iow the world that we are capable of completing any project that we undertake to accomplish. Any nation that declares war and then goes on discussing whether it ought to have declared war or not, earns the contempt of mankind and the certainty of humiliating defeat and subjection to foreign control. Furthermore, in discussing the question of why we should win the war, we should consider the kind or enemies we are fighting. Everyone knows of the many atrocities committed by our enemies, both in France and in Belgium, beginning with the cruel invasion aud con

tinuing to the present time. Are

these not sufficient reason to make us want to win the war? Is the murdering of innocent women and children not enough reason why we should win this war and thereby punish the offenders? It most assuredly is and all true blooded Americans should feel their blood boil with revenge at the thought of these outrages. There are also the injustices which were committed upon our own people, such as the sinking of the Lusitania and the many other American ships that were sunk with American lives aboard. These were reasons why we entered the war and therefore reasons why we should win the war. The most important reason yet remains. We should win this war in order to make the 'world safe for democracy," and thereby abolish autocracy, the evil that has been a b'ight to civilization for ages. A TRAMP. A man came to our house one Sunday morning He asked for something to eat and we gave him some coffee and some bread and potatoes. He was very grateful, and it was snowing outside. My father asked him if he was married and where he had come from. He said he would tell us. He came from Cleveland, Ohio. His wife and two children had died in a fire. This had happened two years before. Just after their death he had lost his position and could not find another, so he had started to go from Cleveland to another city nearby. As he stepped off the train he slipped and fell. After three months in the hospital he became worse and had to have an operation performed. This kept him in the hospital until he would be strong enough to Btand the operminn The oDeration was per

formed and he just managed to get

through. When he emerged rrom thf. hnsDital. he was uenniless and

out of work. This was not a bright

prospect, but lacing tne storm, ne started out to find a job. He had at last succeeded, but had not been at work more than Blx months when he was succeeded by another man who was more experienced. From, there he had come to Richmond, and had just arrived and having spent all his money for carfare had had to start a house to house canvass. We heard later that he had succeeded in finding a steady job. A RIDDLE. Down behind grandpa's barn there is a pond, in the pond there is a boat, and in the boat there Is a girl. I've told you her name three time. Isabell.e. Edith HazllL Warner school.

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For His Country. "Well, Dad," said Ned, as he and his father were sitting in the living room of the Frame mansion, enjoying ,i good smoke, "I shall stay home from the club with you this evening and keep you company, since mother is up at the Red Cross rooms sewing." "Yes, my son," answered his father, "I wish that you would, as I have something that I would like to talk to you about this evening. Have you seen tonight's paper yet, Ned?' "No," said Ned, rather unconcerned. "What about it." "Wei, my boy, if you will notice the Germans are still gaining fast on the western front, and the country is making another call for men. Now Ned, you have been sowing wild oats rather freely for sometime and nothing would make me any more proud of you than to see you join the colors. Because it will only be a course of a few weeks until you will be drafted anyway, my boy." Ned sat and gazed out of the window feeling a little ashamed, but nevertheless, he took no heed to what his father said. Weeks passed, but Ned still went to the club every night. Even though several of the boys from the club had already gone and Ned had even attended the spreads given for them, he never took any heed to what his father had said. One hot afternoon in the middle of June there could be heard the newsboys calling, "Exert! Extra!" Ned purchased one and to his great surprise and sorrow, he read these lines: "An American Army Over the Top." "Four Home Town Boys Killed." As Ned read further, he recognized that two of the boys were his most intimate friends. This incident set Ned to thinking and he finally decided that if those boys gave up their high-flying lives, and were true blue enough to Join the army and even give up their lives, that he would go join the colors and make one more to fight for the honor of the United States of America. So Ned enlisted and passed the examination. His father, though lfeeling very badly to see his son leave, admired him. "Well, my boy, I am certainly proud of yon now." In about eight weeks from this time, Ned was on his way across, and in the course ot several days he was "somewhere la France." In a few weeks Ned's folks received word from him that ite had been made lieutenant. One day the boys In the regiment with Ned got the news that they were to go "over the top" early the next morning.

LITTLE FRENCH ORPHAN WRITES TO HER JUNIOR FRIENDS HEFvE

Odette Negre, the little French orphan supported by the Junior Palladium, has written the following letter to her little friends in Richmond:

Collorgues, June 12, 1918.

Dear American friends :

I am answering your kind letter which has given me great pleasure. If I have delayed in writing, it is because I have been ill and in France when one is ill, there is no sugar to nourish you, but I am getting better. My mamma is always working, my brothers are in school, and my sister works for our food. I go to school and we do our lessons well, history, geography, orthography, drawing, dictation, grammar, arithmetic, calculation, addition. In our village of Collorgues they do not work for the Red Cross and you write me that you work for it. You are very kind, dear friend. I will send you my photograph in a few days. I shall go to the city where it is taken. Your friend who is thanking you and who loves you, ODETTE NEGRE. The children in the school are: Margurite Leron, Olga Levat, Odette Negre, Alice Buron, Yvonne Bruc, Margurite Domergues, Marie Louise Glours, Yllene Glours, Augusta Boucairo, Augusta Callair, Margurite Baron, Lucien Bruc, Ida Ceske, Nalandine Ariddemard, Adolphe Teste, Ablel Negre, Elie Boulan, Marcean Cerou, Adophe Negre, Gacon Bounille, Andre Mourion, Arthur Bruc, Emile Bruc, Nuna Bruc, Louis Negre, Louis, Maurtons, Albert Maurtons, Glenri Lafont, Elie Lafont.

Just as they thought to make the charge to go over the top, the enemy fired a large gun, which mowed down a great number of our brave boys, and among those who fell was the general. Just as he was dying he handed the sword to Ned and said, "Framed lead the comrades on. I can go no further." With no time to waste, Ned lead the boys right up in front, and ordered them to fire, and with a great struggle, and after many long hours our boys were victorious, and all because ol Ned's presence of mind. During the long struggle, Ned was wounded, and taken to the hospital and while he was there he became acquainted with a nurse and became attached to her. So when Ned returned borne after the war was over and was greeted by his old home town people, a beautiful French nurse, who was Mrs. Ned Frame stepped off the train just behind the great hero.

THE GOLDEN RING. Once upon a time there was a new pupil in school whose name was Lncile. One day the teacher told a girl to go up town for her. The girl s name was Ruth. As she was going out she met Lucile and asked her to go along. Lncile decided to go. When taey reached the store, Lucile saw a golden ring. She showed it to Ruth and she took it. When Ruth reached home she was very sick. She went to bed and during the night she awoke and heard the clock tick. To her it seemed to say, "What about the ring?" "What about the ring?" When morning came she went to Lucile and said, "Here is your ring." Lucile said, "That is not my ring." When they got in school the teacher settled it. They made up and were good friends ever after. Helen Glaser, St Andrew's schooL

The Lost Address Mary Warren lived in 'a small town in Pennsylvania. Her father had died when she was very small, so she remembered him very faint-! ly. Mrs. Warren taught Mary until' she was twelve. Mary had started i to tho public school, but Mrs. Warren had been so lonely without her that the decided to teach her her- i self. Now, however, she realized it was time to send her to school, where she could meet other girla. When Mrs. Warren was Mary's age she had gone to Pinewood Hall, and she wanted Mary also to go there. Since Mrs. Warren was unable to go with her daughter, she sent her as far as Louisville with a neighbor,-' Mrs. King. Full instructions were given to Mrs. King, at 36 South Sixth street. Mary was to be left with Miss Alice Ellsworth, her aunt. Mrs. King did not write the adiress down but said she was sure she would remember it. They had a very pleasant Jourley. Presently they arrived at

Louisville, where they took a taxi. At last they arrived at their desination, a very handsome, imposing structure of brown stone. Mrs. King told the taxi driver to wait She took Mary by the hand, walkid up the steps, and rang the bell. Their ring was answered by a lutler in splendid livery. Mrs. King n awed tones asked if Miss Ellsworth lived there. The butler lookid surprised and said, "No, not that I know of, and I have been here for ifteen years." After which he closed the door, and Mary and Mrs. King looked at one another in great perplexity. Mrs. King then went down to the waiting taxi and asked what address she had given. The driver promptly replied, "36 North Sixth street." . Mrs. King realized her mistake. She gave the right address. In a few minutes they were safely at the home of Mary's aunt. Mary stayed with her aunt that night and the next day she resumed her journey to Pinewood Hall.

THE JUNIOR STORY. One day Pauline and Elizabeth ran into the room in which their mother sat knitting for the Red Cross. Pauline had the Junior Palladium in her hand. She said to her mother, "Oh, mother! here is a story in the Junior that Grace has written. May Elizabeth and I write one too?" She read the fololwing story to her mother. "The Poor Girl." Once upon a time there was a poor girl whose name was Mary. She had no father or mother. She went to the woods and as it was winter, she soon became cold. She began to cry and said, "I wish that I could find a house." Before long she came to one in the woods. She went in and lived happy ever after. Grace Porter. Their mother said, "That is a nice story. Both of you write one and I'll tend them in for you." The girls got paper' and pencil and made up a story. They took it to their mother and Elizabeth said, "Mother, I will read you the story." This is what she read: "A Bad rog." One night as we were coming home from school, a dog came out on the sidewalk. It barked and ran after us. We ran and got home all right Pauline and Elizabeth Brown. Their mother said, "Well go and 4ut it in an envelope and take it to the postoffice on the way down town." They did as she told them to. When Aunt Molly received the story and read it over she said, "This is such a nice story that I will publish it this week." That week when Pauline aad Elizabeth got the Junior they found their story. Pauline said, "I wish that every child would write a story for the Junior." Hilda Jones. East Jefferson school.

It is estimated that 265.343 poems have been written in the last six months in which "sadder but wiser" has been used to rhyme with "kaiser."