Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 43, Number 315, 16 November 1918 — Page 12
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RICHMOND PAIiLADIUM..NOV. 16, 1918
Tiiama's Night Flowers Of course, it was moonlight, bo Btill and white and encnanting, that is what kept me from going to
Bleep that niht The lightest of I tiny wind3 stirred the few dry i ieavps that still clung to the No-j vember trees. I would have gone'. A -1 11 A ! IL i 1 A U . f 10 ;ici;p in me limn it units iuul merry littlo Puck, the fairy jester, to whisk from one barberry leaf to another (which, as we all know, is no time at ail) naa n noi Deen ior that certain beam of moonlight. That gay little moonbeam came sliding down Its own narrow shaft of moonlight so startlingly and began teaming me so that sleep soon deserted me. It tumbled about my head and thpn rushed again to the window, and kept this up until I understood that there was something outside waiting for me. That's how it happened that the usually very methodical "I" got up and dressed (in real warm clothes, for in spite of all the enchantment of the evening, the air was chilly) ind started out on the narrow footpath in the small and rather thin growth of beech and maple trees. Beside me hurried a tiny rippling stream, but oh, it was so clear and it made such soft murmuring music as it scurried over the rocks, And on I walked, rather quickly, following a tiny beam of wonderful, white moonlight. "Don't step on me, don't step on me!" came a low startled voice which, in turn, startled me a voice that seemed to trail off into the distance and mingle with the quiet rustling of the dry beech leaves. , . "I wa3 Just finishing putting the birds to sleep, and " Looking down at my feet, I saw what looked to be a brown ballehaped seed pod unroll itself into a tiny, elf-like figure about as tall as twice the length of my finger, all neatly dressed in a huntsman's suit of dull brown and on his head was a jaunty, brown tarn with a tiny bright red feather stuck carelessly In the left side. ' "You see, I am the sandman for the birds and leaves and grass, and I go around the world this time o' night throwing my sand In all their sleepy eyes. This time of year, when so many of the children have gone to sleep for the winter, 1 don't have so much to do, so I help Frickle out with his task of seeing that they are all covered up warmly enough." "I didn't know elves and fairies really worked," I ventured, still a little startled about all that was happening. "You didn't, well now, you don't say so! Oh, we all have our tasks to do and are kept busy most of the night. We all like to work, that Is, except PokealitUe he prefers to sleep. Our queen, herself, did one of the biggest tasks that we have ever had to do. You don't uieao iu tsujr uui fuu iiain ueiei hoard nt THnnin'n Nteht li1nwp.rs?-" . I had to say I guess I hadn't beard about it at least, I couldn t seem to remember anything about it. .. .. "Lack-a-day!" chirped the odd - little fellow with a gesture of dispalr at the ignorance of mortals, and then, brightening, "Well, come sit under this leaf here," and then realizing that I couldn't possibly make myself comfortable on a tiny leaf, he said, "over here by this log, then, and I'll tell you the story how Titania, our queen, planted some seeds one night that grew up and bloomed into the most beautiful flowers by the next morning. It was a big task, but it was so wonderful and it's made everything so much better for us and for you. Now listen!" I did very closely, and this is wnat l neara. . In a certain country, long ago, was a beautiful palace that belonged to a very, very good man, whom all the people loved and served. They called him 'The Master of the Inn." He loved all these people around him and was always helping them, and everything was beautiful and happy. This Master had great stretches of rich land which he called his garden. When it was all ready for the planting, he called our noble Titania, loveliest of the fairies, and beloved by all of us, to him and gave her some .wonderful seeds. These seeds were just the color of ivory and as smooth as birch bark, and about as big around as a wild rose hip. . "Will you. plant these for me tonight In the rich earth in my gar
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View in Berlin when Germany was winning and French and Belgian trophies were hauled through the streets, above; the reichstag building, below at left; the royal palace, below at right, and the elevated railroad in Bulow street. " Dispatches from . Stockholm and other points carry the word that feeling against the kaiser and his crew has reached the boiling point in Berlin and serious trouble is expected hourly. Persons arriving at the outside from Berlin tell of an army of 200,000 deserters, fully armed, marching through the streets. The executive committee of the social democratic party recently met to take action in favor of the abdication of the kaiser and planned to send an ultimatum to him to the effect that he must abdicate or the social democrats will quit the government.
They are Good Thoughts," he conlnued, "and will perhaps burst into bloom in the morning." "Indeed, I will, good Master," said the lovely Titania. . Slowly she swung in graceful movements back and forth over tha great garden, humming low to herself, the sweetest of sweet music; a spirit of charm and beauty, fulfilling the task the Master had asked of her. The birds of brilliant plumage, that filled the garden all day with color and sound, were fast asleep; but the fountains of crystal and amber that were here and there all over the garden, added the " continual rippling music of their playing waters and the light wind played its soft accompaniment through the trees. It was long after midnight when the last seed had been sowed, and Titania, leaving the precious garden to the protection of the trees and the stars, danced lightly across the little lake, which was on one side of the Master's great estate, and found. her own royal palace. Her palace was deep in a thick woods, where she soon curled herself up, oh, so snugly in her warm bed of fern leaves and was soon fast asleep, and her dreams were as gay and happy as her thoughts had been good and glad. But, when morning came and she awakened, and looked across the clear water of the lake, lightly stirred by a frolicksome breeze, she saw a most wonderful sight Over all that garden everywhere had sprung Into radiant bloom, myriads and myriads of magnificent flowers. Flowers, lovely in form and brilliant in color, grew in amazing abundance; many, many more than the greatest number of stars anyone can count in the sky. The seeds she had sowed the night before had all blossomed into luxuriant beauty; the tiny ivory seeds of Good Thoughts had blossomed as Good Deeds. Immediately, Titania flew to the Inn and called to the Master, "Look, look, it's the se?ds that I planted last night!" "I know, lovely queen, and thank you for. the planting... They are the Good Deeds that wl:l soon be trans
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planted to the earth to make all the people happy and make them want to take care of them and plant more of them in their gardens all over the world." "That is the story," continued the elf, "but," ending abruptly, "I must whisk away, the dawn is coming." And with that he vanished. And I have told the story to you just as that merry little wood elf told it to me, there in the moonlight . By one Who Believes in 'Em. VICTORY BOYS AND GIRLS The boys and girls of Richmond are as usual showing up well when it comes to any patriotic movement where they are given the chance to help. There are 688 pupils of high school already signed up as "earn and give" workers in the United War Work Campaign with a pledged amount of $1,942.45. So far 104 students of the Junior high school have pledged $138.45. The number in the grades has not yet been ascertained. The pupils of Miss Schultz's room at Hibberd school have set a splendid example for other younger patriots to follow who do not feel that they can earn $5 by themselves. The wholo room formed itself into a Victory Boys and Girls club and has promised to earn the pledge sum of five dollars. Now is the time to sign. Let the boys and girls of Richmond show their spirit by giving their time and then, their money to our boys in service. GOT HIS CHOICE From Answers, London. Dear mamma was going out, and, in order to keep her two children out of trouble, she left them two apples, telling the older child to give first choice to the younger. When she came back she saw the younger darling weeping bitter tears. "Did you not give Bobby the choice first, as I told you to?" she said to the elder. "Yes, mother," replied the boy. "I told 'im he could have the small one, or none at ail, and. he chose the small one."
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OLD MAID'S CORNER Dan Rost has a new middle name. His new name is Daniel Nuisance Rost. Who gave you the name, Daniel? Do you wisii to learn a nev' laugh? If you do, go to Marie t: She'll be glad to teac-a you hers. Vernon Ward sure had a grouch on last Wednesday. We wonder why. Reba Boggs has four beautiful silk handkerchiefs. Ask Merle C. how his right .ear happened to get decorated last Wednesday in science class. The latest song has been written by Madame Alice Eby. The tune is "Hail, hail the gang's all here." Hail, hail the war's all over. My but aren't we glad ? Hail, hail the war's all over. My, but aren't we glad now? Ask Pody E. what scared him almost out of his s'aoes, last Monday afternoon when he was leaning on a post in front of Kennedy's Clothing Store. L. W. says Thomas Schumaker is getting better looking every day. Say "Thank, you," Thomas. The other day, the science class was talking about the value and the scarcity of some stones, such as opals. Edna Ruby said. "Isn't it the scarcity of rubies that make them so valuable?" Ha! Ha! We think Bob Hornaday looks quite sporty in long trousers. Since Elsie Weeks has moved to Michigan, a certain Dale has been full of tears. Aunt Matilda has a new cat. It's name is Dimples. What are we coming to? Miss Smelser has given up all hopes of turning Neva Showalter and Madge Whitesell into Latin "sharks." A 8AUCY BOY. A saucy boy ' ' Had not a toy, And didn't know what to do; So he rumpled his frock, And tore his sock, And tried to eat his shoe. A Reader of the Junior. Richmond, Ind., R. R. A.
Life of Rubens, the Great Painter
Peter Paul Rubens, a Flemish ! painter, who lived way back in : 1577, painted thij picture of his two boys, and it is considered a i very fine one indeed, for Ruben3 j was one of the greatest pa!nter3 ; that ever lived. The older boy 13 wressed as a Flemish schoolboy at ! that time dressed. The younger. : boy is holding a erch for his pet bird, which can fly off only the ' length of the string. 1 1 Rubens's life was a very inter esting one. When he was a little boy he was a page in the household of the Countess of Lalaing at Brussels. He dressed in velvet and fine lace, and was charming to look at, writers tell us. He did not stay there long, however, for he persuaded his mother to let him go study art at the studio of a Brussels artist. Very soon everybody began paying attention to Ruben's style of painting. It was unlike any other artist's. He became so well known he was sent for t3 paint portraits of beautiful women in Italy, and then he Avent to England and on to Spain. He was an intelligent, cultured man, very elegant and dashing in appearance, and royalty welcomed him everywhere he went. Rubens had a beautiful home at i Antwerp, and in the middle of it was a large salon, or a large drawing room, large enough to keep hii beautiful pictures, vases, statuary and jewels in. Rubens always said he loved to paint big pictures" best, and so he had his staircase made large enough to carry any of his paintings up. He could afford a fine house, for he worked hard and made a great deal of money. Some said he once painted a picture a day for eighteen days, and he counted each day worth at least $ 50 to him. People called him "the painter of life," and said he mixed blood and paint, his pictures were' so life-like. The great artist loved children dearly and was very proud of his seven sons and daughters. He liked animals, to, and once he had a big lion brought to the house so he could study it and paint it. His greatest picture was painted through a strange happening. When his beautiful home was being built the men in digging the cellar dug into the neighboring property, which belonged to the Archers' Guild. Someone suggested to Rubens that he paint a picture to compensate for the harm done. Rubens agreed and painted for them his reatest picture, the "Christ Bear--Charles I, of England, knighted Rubens and gave him a gold chain to wear, which was quite a mark of honor in those days. He gave him a jeweled sword, too, and had the artist worn all the handsome decorations given him he would have been literally covered with them. Ruben's success and happiness lay in the way he lived. , He rose at 4 every morning, went to mass, breakfasted and painted for hours. Then he dined, rested, rode his spirited horses, and, after supping spent the evenings happily with his family and friends. The Fresh Freshies I guess that you all know tha messenger, Raymond Beekley. I think we will have to call him "Sunny Jim," as he is all smiles. Ralph Knopf is very fond of flivver rides. Are you not, Ralph? Christ Hale and Ruth Smith are very fast walkers when it cornea to going home. What has become of our friend, Butz Oelklaus? Please come from your hiding place. Alice McGrew is very fond of shooting number 38 revolvers. We know who Grannie Crabtreo is now. Ruth Bond does too. Lena Chamnois is very fond of pink roses, but is very saving with them. Grannie Hodapp seems to be very fond of black and white scarfs. Roy Englebert is an expert at teasing. If you wish to know how to enjoy yourself ask Bee Lowsy, Myrtle Lefuse and Grannie Hodapp. A certain Bobby and another certain Marie are seen walking home together every noon. Don't start too early, Bobby. I overheard one of two little girls who had just left some others call bock to them: "Indeed, you can't play with us we've got ,0 cents." J. C. 8.,Chicago Tribune.