Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 43, Number 208, 13 July 1918 — Page 15

RICHMOND PALLADIUM. JULY 13. 1913

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THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM

Th Junior Palladium is the children's section of the Richmond Palladium, founded May 6. 1916, and issued each Saturday afternoon. AH boys and girls are invited to be reporters end contributors. News Items, social ovents, "want" advertisements, stories, 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 personally asi they bring their articles to the Palladium office, or to receive letters addrcsseu to the Junior Editor. This is your little newspaper and we hope each boy and girl will use it thoroughly.

A Boy's Pleasure Trip, The camp was all excited. Boys were slowly dividing into small groups, talking quietly about the first accident of camp. The leaders were in headquarters examining the ground around a large chest. The camp had been robbed of three hundred dollars and as there were not any human beings within twenty-five miles, no one could feel sure whem to accuse for it. Every boy in camp was immediately or

dered to a meeting in the mess !

tout. All were present and everybody gave a good account of himself for the last forty-eight hours. Two days later, John Roberts, a yor.ng nu n, who was known around camp as being rather poor and not having any money to spend came into camp. He was dressed all in white. He had a new rifle, camera and many other Tiew things which cost a good sum of money. The boys admired his new outfit. He told the boys bis uncle had sent him some money. No more was thought of it until two days later when George, a young fellow of camp, aked him to lend him some money. He pulled out a five dollar bill and gave it to the boy as a gift. The boys grew suspicious and decided to watch John as close as possible. It was only right they should because their money was ilh-o taken. Two weeks later the camp broke i;p and eighty-five boys hiked to the. pier to take the steamer for Chicago. Still ths boys were patiently watching John. The steamer arrived on time. John and the rest of the boys trooped onto the boat.,. An hour later the news was around that John had rented three stateroms, and had given two of them to other boys. A detective was on board and was immediately told of it. But he only said "yes," and walked off. Two hours later George walked to John's and knocked. No one answered. He stepped inside and 1ound John on the bed reading a book. "John," he said, "why don't ; on own up to that robbery, or else prove you didn't take our money." John looked up and said, "George if you're jealous because I have money, then get out of here and iorget, will you."

George stood still and watched John light a cigarette. "Well," John said, " Isuppose you want me to put you out." "Yes," George said, "but before you do, I want to tell you piat a detective is on board, and that every boy here from camp suspects

you of taking the-money. I'm not saying you took the money, but I've known you long enough to know that your uncle didn't send you the money which you received, and also that the Oak Park "Y" payed your fee to camp." Nothiug more- was said. George walked down to the large state room and left John to think things over. Late that evening John came on deck, but kept to himself trying to avoid everybody on the steamer. He was not questioned nor even spoken to. Finally the boys stood it as long as possible and three of them went to his stateroom and broke in. Every nook and corner was searched, but not a penny was found. Early next morning a card party was started in the bar room and Johu decided to try his luck. No one noticed how. much money he put up until the end of the game. Then when the results were figured out it was found that together, three of the fellows had won a hundred and seventy-five dollars. John was called to the scout master's stateroom and .there he finally confessed to his taking it Mr. Johnson told him the only thing to be done was to report it to his parents when they arrived in the "Windy City." John looked at him with tears in his eyes and. said, "I'm sorry sir." These were the only words he said. That evening a cry was heard of "man overboard." Numbers 8, 16, 1!, 25 30, man a boat." This was the order of the captain. John, when he saw the life boat coming tried for the other side of the boat in order that he might have more time and drown before they could save him. As he was swimmiBg around the suction from the propellers forced him under the steamer. Two hours later he was found. A large gash in his head and his right arm cut off. He bad been caught in the propellers and was killed in-

A TRAMP. One day a tramp came to a neighbor's house and asked if a little boy named Jack lived there? The lady said, "No, I don't know of any little boy by that name," and asked how he got away from home. The fellow said he went to California to work In an orange grove and had just got back, but could not find his wife or boy. The neighbors said his wife was dead and the boy had been taken to the Home of the Friendless, and had been taken away by a man whose little boy had just died, and if he would go to the Home maybe could tell him where the boy was. The people at the Home told him that tin man lived in the central part of the city and he had been hunting all day, but had not found a trace of him as the people at the Home didn't tell him the name of the man. The woman said that over on the next street there was a man named O'Brien, who had adopted a little boy. The man cried with joy and iaid it was his brother. The man and lady went to this house and found the boy and the father said he would explain why he had not come sooner. The man he was working for missed a thousand dollars and he was accused and then sentenced for an imprisonment of ten years. "After a year and a half went by they found the man with whom he worked guilty of stealing the money. They had just released him and he had come back to live. So he and the boy lived with his brother.

stantly. A note was found In his room telling of his taking the money when the boys and leaders were at a big camp roast; and also

I that if his father was told he took ! the money he would kill him. This

was all , only that he was sorry. This is a true story of a boy who feared his parents worse than death. '

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Arter de wise ol" owl spit on de' bait he say, sez ee "I gwin ter sprize you all wid a mess er fishes' cause you alls mus' save de meat en eat sumpin' else instid en jes git outdate ol' game bag en make it work, loo," sez ce. Den he kotch a big fish and say, sez ee, Mt-hoot t-hoot t-substi-toot," sez ee. W'en he say dat he means dat when you alls make riz biscuits Jes don't make 'em use corn meal ter save wheat flour fer de sojers. .

IN DAYS AFTER. In a western village that goes by the name of Cedar Falls, there lived a man who was a silent sort of a fellow. For this reason he moved ino ,a little hut just oueside the village, and acquired the name "Silent Joe." For some reason al) the miners in the adjoining country begrudged him what he worked so hard for. One afternoon as Joe was riding along the mountain pass, a sharp scream for help came from around the turn, a horse now passed him with fearful speed, without a rider. Joe spurred up his horse and soon

; came to the spot where a vicious

grizzley was tightly hugging a Mexican. Joe being a crack shot, took aim and fired, the bear released his hold and fell dead before the Mexican. The fellow's life was about crushed out of him. Joe took the fellow home and cared for him until he was well. On Joe's return home one evening, about six weeks later, he found the Mexican and his money (which amounted to about five hundred dollars) gone. It had been six years to the very day since "Silent Joe" moved to Johnsville, Pennsylvania, after having his money stolen by the Mexican he had befriended. As Joe entered a mine shaft, which dropped about three hundred feet into the eart,h, a keen-eyed Mexican put his eye around the corner of the powder house, a spark fell from the cigarette which the Mexican was smoking. An hour passed, the spark grew .nto a flame. The powder shack was endangered by fire. No one was in sight. The fire now leaped to the door. Five minutes passed. Shouts could be heard from all directions. Men ran frantically with water buckets and liose. Water was poured on in streams, but the fire had too great a start to be checked. In three minutes it would blow up blow up the houses for miles around. When the mine shaft elevator had been In operation for at least two minutes and the last load came to the top there came the explosion. .When "Silent Joe" awoke to his right mind, he was in the cottage of the Mexican. The Mexican half dead dragged himself and "Silent Joe" to his cottage. The Mexican ordered his wife to bring the gold and a paper which was the map for a mine, from the chimney. He handed it to Joe, saying, "Forgive me," and fell back dead.

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Uncle Si's Bear Fight Claude G. Miller. Now, that bar hunt yo byes er planin' jist reminds me. of a wee Incident that I met with my lights purti'. near knocked out , Yo' see it twas like this an' jis a HI' bit afore Maria an. I hitched together. She kept this 'ere store yes 'tused ter b'long t'er an' say Bhe wua the purtlest store-keepress I guess yo'd ever lay yer eyes on In this pert of the country. Wal' it wuz jes' lak this, I wus a hangin' roun' the store wen Moria came t'the door an' said: "Si, won't yo' take this 'ere basket of things over t'Wldder Yates," jes' lak thet, sa sweet lak thet. Afore I knowed 't I'd sed, "Yes," an' I ain't the fella' t' go back on my word. So's I took thet basket an went a totin' 't 'cross the road lak I had to. I didn't take thet there regu'lar road' cause there wuz a path a sort of a short cut thru the woods thet makes it a lot nearer then ef a feller'd traveled the road. I turned off the road to the path, 'nd wuz a sortin' ma corn und a plantin' 't in ma mind; I hed it almost all sowed whin I heard a 111" noise ahead ov me. I jes' looked up kinder casual lak an' I wuz almost knocked over, 'cause standiu' there in the middle uv thet ther path wuz the biggest bar I'd ever saw in all ma days.

j Sceered ? I jest dropped thet

basket, turned pale an began t think of my sins. Besides thet I solved where all of Jake Simpson's porkers hed gone to, but I wuz kinder doubtful whether I'd ever git back t' civilization again t' tell them of m' discovery. Thet big bar jes sat thar grinnin' at me lak till he saw I wuz sceered stiff, then he got up on his haunches an' porta walked over t' me lak he wanted to shake paws an' hug me, but I wuzzn't agoin lp let thet there varmin do thet to me. Thet bar kept on creapin' closer, till great big beads ov sweat wuz a standin' on ma forehead as big as apples. In ma desperation. I looked 'round an' saw a club layln' at my foot thet wuz almost rotten, but I decided 'twould do t' begin on. So I picked it up an' whaled away at thet bar. I hit him riat across the back, an' then he wanted t' scale a tree thet stood kinder handy fer him, but I wuzzn't goin' ter hev thet bar up 'bove ma, so he could jump down on me, so I hit at him with all ma might. But thet thing dodged me an' I purtln' knocked the tree down. I did bust thet there club into about twelve pieces. When I looked aroun' fer another club there wuzn't another wun in sight, an' thet there baT wuzn't fee'in' very friendly to'ards me neither, as he wuz at farst So seeln' thet thet bar wuz abeginnln' t' edge over to'ards me, an' no club in sight er handy, I sort a began f think "bout the writin' on

ma tomebtone whether 'twould be: "Silas Portat, Died March 8. 1863.' Died nat'eherly frutn terror," or Silas Portat, in Memoian. Found inside a bar," an I could pie'eher Morla a cryin over ma remains er ma tomestone. marker. Then again I thought about mebbe she'd fall in love wi' another feller an' then I

j uecmeu ia neuer kui thet varmin er bust la the process Now all thet time thet ther bar kept a creepin up on me till he wus mighty near me, so seein nothin' else could be done I jea hauled off an' kicked him in the snoot wl' all ma might thets the reason I limp so today. Mr. Bar jes sat down there ana wonderin' where the blast came frum. afeelin' his nose t'see if the collision hed left his smeller whole, While I looked down an' saw a grea' big stone layin' down ere handy. Thinkin' how handy thet 'ere stone would be, I hurried an' picked It up an' hit Mr. Bar square in the cocoa an' almost made his head look lak a pancake. It done its dooty ' cause Mr. Bar Jes plopped over on his side an' died decent lak. I jes then thought ov my hip pocket artillery, how Id paid two dollars an' thirty cents fer it at Sears and Roebucks the las' summer an say I wuz madder'n a wet hornet. I jes got so mad thet I pulled thet thing out ov my pocket an' went over an fired the whole load In thet bar's cocoa an' killed 'im over again. Etter I hed done this I felt a heap site better an' I put up my gun an', started t' pick up them groceries when who wuz a standin' there but Moria. She wuz smilin' at me lovely lak an wuz a tryin' to overtake me. 'cause she hed fergotten t' put in a bar uv thet there sof- soap so No, we didn't pick up them groceries efter I found out she hed seen thet bar fight We drovo over t' the county seat an' got some lisences and got ma an' got well we got hitched fer life. Thet's all, an', say fellas, come over some day an' I'll show yo' whet a big rug thet there fella made fer me. Yes the fight wuz kinder nerve strainin' but say it wuz worth ever' bit ov it.

TIMES IS CHANGED. It used to be that if you gave a man enough rope he'd hang himself, but nowadays if you give him enough Le's liable to string you.

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