Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 43, Number 285, 12 October 1918 — Page 11

THE JUNIOR

The Junior Palladium Is the children's section of the Richmond Palladium, founded May 6, 1916, and issued each Saturday afternoon. All boys and girls are invited to be reporters end contributors. News Items, social events, "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 ail they bring their articles to the Palladium office, or to receive letters addresscu to the Junior Editor. This is your little newspaper and we hope each boy and girl will use It thoroughly.

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JIMMIE G.

IE Dear Dad: Ycu ought to of heard the soldier that was over to our school today, hq sure was fine, only dad, he just had one leg and be had to stand on it all the time and I don't see how he could because I tried It. . You know this was the last day of school, so after we got our cards we went into the auditorium, and dad, he told us an awful lot He said it wasn't any difference whether we were over there with you or back here at home, we all were Americans just the same, and just because we weren't old enough to bold the front line trenches wasn't any sign we couldn't live up to the Declerashun of Independunts. And so if any of us boys would tease some of the little kids when they weren't big enough to do anything to us, we were just like the Huns instead of living for demockeracy, and if any girls made fun of any other girls because they didn't have nice clothes, they were just as bad. He asked if any of 113 fellows would like to be soldiers to please stand up, so we did, and then he asked how many -would be willing to give everything we had and die for our country, so we all stood up again. And then he asked how many had gone without new base ball things and even new clothes, . , tLin x -.1 A . i lO uuy unm stumps, aim uau, ycu ought to of seen us fellows look at each other, because you know that team we got up, well about every fellow there had just bought a new glove or a bat. But dad, the thing he said that made me think an awful lot, was about you. He said all the soldiers over there have a pal or pardner of some kind, and he talked an awful lot about his, how they divided up everything and used each other's blankets, and dad, I was just wondering if you had one too. You see dad, here at home when we plan things out in the council chair like you said, and play the things you like on the Victrola, we just sort of pretend that you're out in the den or real near, and dad, we just never thought about you talking things over and being chums with anybody else but just us. You know, dad, when you said I could be your Jr. Pardner, I guess I sort of thought maybe we could talk things over some when we'd write to each other, like if I was grown up, but I hadn't just said it to you, dad. That soldier up at school today was telling how his pal and he at ways went on hikes together when they had any time off, and how they always got a can of baked beans together when they were hungry, and dad, I know we can't do things like that now, but you know how we'd always get the bait together when you and Mr. Harlow and the men were going fishing together; and how you al COME ON. The following patriotic article was written in school as an Eng- - lish exercise, using the Liberty Loan poster of the American soldier with his bayonet standing on a hill top against a yellow sky, as the subject for the theme. "The soldier with his gun says Come On.' He is ready to fight the Hun, and is risking hi3 life for you. He fights the Hun with a pmile on his face for ho knows he will win. "Now, he says to you 'Come On." All of you can't go forward with a pniile on your face to fight the Hun, but you can go forward with a smile and buy Liberty Bonds. "While 'Our Boys' are winning the fight 'over there,' let us, here nt home, help win the fight by buying our share of bonds. Julia Burr. Garfield School.

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m c 3 C ways would have me caddy for you dad, because I was pretty good at watching the balls, wasn't I? And so, dad, well, I was just wondering whether maybe, even if you do have a sort of a pal over there, if you still think I could be your real pardner, do you dad? Mother says I half to go to bed now, so I guess I better stop, but dad, you know I'm ten going on eleven now, and, well, if you could feel like writing me a talking letter I would be awful glad. Jimmie. Camp Fire Notes At the ceremonial meeting of the Kodakichiopi Camp Fire Girls which was held Friday, October 4, it was decided to exercise a new movement to put more vim into this nation-wide organization, which should mean so much during time of war. Toward this end we have planned to participate in a number of patriotic affairs and also to devote one meeting each month to war work. The first meeting In the month will be a ceremonial meeting, the second a business meeting, the third will be spent in doing war work and the fourth will be devoted to a "jolly good time." The folowing officers were elect ed: President, Faye Logue; secre tary, Elizabeth Grace; and treasurer, Bonetta Wilson. Those present at the meeting were: Anna Mae Horr, Faye Logue; Neva Showalter, Katherine Armette, Bounette Wilson, Miriam Little, Helen Goodwin and Elizabeth Grace. Miss Mary Mather i3 guardian of the camp. The next meeting will be held at the home of Elizabeth Grace. The Okicklopi Camp Fire is devoting its entire time to practising for the pageant, "The Awakening of America " The next meeting will be held in the High School auditorium. Elizabeth Grace.

"AS TO A FEAST" AMERICAN SOLDIERS GO TO BATTLEFRONT TO FIGHT GERMANS

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U. S. troop train on way to front passing through Paris suburb. General Mangin, in his order to the Third American Army Corps in which he commended our troops of their work in the great counter-offensive on the west front, said: "You went to the battle as to a feast. Your magnificent dash overthrew and startled the enemy, and your Indomitable tenacity stopped the return attack of his fresh divisions. You have shown yourselves worthy sons of your great country and you have won the admiration of your comrades-in-arms." This drawing, evidently Inspired by that order, shows a trainload of Americans passing through a suburb of Paris.

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Helen's Bit Julia R. Burr. Now this story Is not a common story, but a story of a true American girl. Her name was Frances Shaefer and she was twelve years old. Her father was born In Germany but her mother was an American. Helen was like her mother in every way. Mr. Shaefer was a rich merchant and well known. One day Helen was passing her father's library and she heard loud angry voices. She knew that it was not right to listen but in this Instance Bhe had to. Her bedroom was above the library. She ran to her room, opened the register and listened. She heard one man say, "Man, you have to do thl3. If you don't we will come tonight and kill your whole family and yourself, too," "I I'll do it," said Mr. Shaefer. Then Helen learned that these men were German spies and that they had made her father promise to blow up a factory that was doing work for the government Helen decided that she must do something to save her father. Thank goodness she had time to think as her father was not supposed to blow up the factory until a week had passed. She ran down stairs to the library and said: "Oh, father, will you go with me to the show next Tuesday night?" "I'm sorry, dear, "he said, "but I have to do something else that night Something I don't want to do." "Father," said Helen, "I know what you have to do, and if there is a girl named Helen, she shall not let this happen." "Oh, Helen," cried her father, "Promise iric this. Promise me that no harm shall come to you." "I promise," said Helen. "Father who is it that makes you do this terrible thing?" "The kaiser," he answered. "Come here Helen and let me whisper to you." . Helen went forward and her father whispered : "Helen, I know that you believe in me so I will tell you this: I hate the kaiser with all the hatred in me." "No one hates the kaiser any more than I do," said Helen. "Now I want you to write me the names of all the German spies you know." So fifteen minutes later he gave her a paper with the names of fourteen German agents on it. Then Helen got into her car and said to the chauffeur, "Police headquarters, James." "Yes'm," said James. He stopped at the police station and Helen went in. She was a great favorite with the "officers. "Well, Helen," said one of the officers, "have you caught a spy yet?" They were always joking with her about catching spies be cause they offered twenty-five dol lars to anyone catching a German spy.

"Maybe I have," said Helen cheerfully. Then she went up to the judge and said, "Judge White. I have a story to tell. 1 suspect that you will think it a peculiar one but it concerns my father and to protect his family he was going to commit a crime. I am trusting you to help him." The she told the story that you have already read. "Helen," said the judge, "I will help your father. I don't blame him for wanting to protect his family. I will send men now to get those spies. Tell your father to have no more fear and he will come out all right Tell him to trust Americans; to tell them all things they should know and to be like bis daughter a true American." "Oh, thank you ever so much, judge," said Helen. Oh, how glad her father was to hear the news. He cried for. joy, and would not let Helen out of his sight. The next morning Helen received a letter saying: Dear Helen: Enclosed you will find check for $350 for the capture of fourteen German spies. Do as well next

JLime. Judge White. Helen went to the bank and bought three $100 bonds and one $50 bond. She then went to a soldiers' training camp and gave three soldiers a $100 bond each. The other bond she gave to a soldier also. Helen had done her bit. But if Helen heard you say that, she would say: "Why, that is only a little bit Of course everyboy can't give that much, but they can buy thrift and war savings stamps." The Grandfather Clock By Julia R. Burr. "Tick tock, tick tock," Says the old grandfather clock. "Time to go to bed, And rest your sleepy head. "Then to sleepy town you'll go, And have the grandest time you know, With the elves and witches, And their big, long switches. 'From there you eo to fairy land, Wherfi fairies live and Dlay in sand. And then they'll give a fairy party, Telling you to eat quite hearty. "In the morning at mother's call, Out of bed you quickly fall. And mother says, 'Where were you last night? I heard you say 'A beautiful sight'." "You answer, 'With the fairies, witches and elves, Who are smaller than ourselves. The kindest of all were the fairies, They treated me to ice cream and little red berries. -

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Helen Brown Receives French Girl's Letter Helen Brown, who is in the 5B grade at Valle school, has been writing. to the little French girl whom their school has adopted, and in return has received several letters from her. The first came in January, when the French friend sent her picture, and called her American correspondent, "benefactor." So Helen and her mother wrote back, asking the French folks not to call us benefactors but friends,' and now the following letter has just come: Dear Friend: I give you this lovely name since you have authorized me to do so, and I am very glad of it, for it is very pleasant for me to feci that beyond the seas there are hearts which sympathize with us and our sufferings. Yes, America is a sister to us and France is proud of having with her own soldiers others so valiant and courageous. Then, dear friend, you and Miss Helen asked me to send our photographs. We sent It Immediately. Perhaps you have already received it but if the contrary is true, please write us, and we shall send you another. Believe, dear friend and dear little friend, the thanks of all my family, who are happy to see that you are interested in us, are yours ; and I am sure my dear father will thank you from on high, where he surely has his chosen place. - Receive, if you will permit It, from mother, from my little sisters, and my little brothers our best kisses. Your little ward. Augusta Male The Fresh Freshies , By Grannie Hodapp. The purpose of this corner is to let the Junior readers know about the things the boys and girls of the Garfield and High schools do. Poor Vernon Ward did not know any way to get acquainted, so he tried to trip his desired new friends. He didn't succeed, but his pal, Dale Harkins did. It seems queer, but something always seems to happen to Clarence Taylor's wheel. The Dean twins, Johnny Roberts, Kenneth Fuller and some other boys went to Eaton about a week ago, but the teachers did not seem to appreciate their need for a va cation. Alice McGrew is .in despair. She just can't say "boni," the Latin verb for good. She says bon eat 'em. Sarah King is an expert at rapid penmanship. She has been known to compose side-line compositions at the rate of one every five minutes. Roily Osbourne and his friend "Dutch" are heavy weights. After they were weighed the scales were found to be broken. Burdetta Taube and Butch Hodapp are expert horse drivers. The horse always backs onto the sidewalk and then takes them for a ride. Beware Roland O., the fair ladies think your new green shirt is very pretty. The Freshmen all seem to admire their class beauty, Paul Hartzler. Beware, Paul! If you want to know how to show new shoes, Just ask Alice Lemon. There was a very interesting fight on the corner of Ninth and Main streets. Ask' Barnett Brown and Scctt MsGuire about it. It surely was some fight! A Brave Little Fellow When John's Uncle Ned, who Is a soldier for the United States, returned from France he brought with him a little wooden soldier for John to play with. One day they were playing in the water with a little paper boat. The wind blew hard and upset the boat and the wcoden soldier' fell in the water and sank. John waded into the water and brought him safely to shore. Willard Woodruff. Fifth Grade, Whitewater school. Franklin Township,