Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 43, Number 315, 16 November 1918 — Page 9

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rrtti THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM 4 WEEKLY SECTION OF RICHMOND PALLADIUM RICHMOND, INDIANA. SATURDAY. NOV. 16. 1918

French Believe Fall of Statue Brought Victory People of Albert, France, are convinced that their prophecy has been fulfilled ihat when the famous statue of the Madonna at Al

bert fell, the war would end in a victory for France and her allies. The quaint conceit grew out of the fact that the statue was dislodged by German shell fire f rom its perch on the tower of the church at Albert during the first mad rush of the Huns through France in 1914. The base of the statue was f-o shattered that it hang over the main road from Amiens to Bapaume which passed the walls of the church. The statue remained in that strange poise after the Huns had been rolled back by the battle of the Marne. An effort was made to brace the statue in its recumbent position so that it could not fall until the tower itself gave way. When the British line was driven back in March last the Huns again entered Albert and when the Germans retired at the beginning of the allied offensive the tower with its statue had fallen, This, curiously, marked the high tide of German Invasion. From that day on the Hun hordes were pressed back. The people of Albert believe the luck of the Germans deserted them when the Virgin of Albert fell. The Empty House Not far from the end of our garden there was a house. The folks had left it and gone away. It was a nice, pleasant house and my sister Jane and I would stop now and then on our way from picking berries and look at it. There was a summer house that belonged to this house. One day we heard a cry from the summer house as if somo one were in pain. We got some old steps and climbed up and looked In. For some time we could see nothing, but we heard the same cry, faint and low. Then we climbed in through the window. Jane got in first and I jumped in after her. We hunted about and soon in a corner we found a poor old cat with two nice kittens. She had been shut up there and could not get out She must have Hvedjhere a week without food, and kept her two kittens alive in some way, I do not know how. Perhaps she found a few nice bugs to eat. The cat was so glad to see us that she began to purr. Jane ran home and soon came back with some milk in a small tin pail. You should have seen that poor cat lap the milk. But she was wise enough not to take too much at a time. As we wanted some good cats, we took all three home and they grew to be the best cats we ever had. Cortesia Johnson, age 10 years. White school, fifth grade. His Tuneful Message Included among the passengers on board a ship crossing the Atlantic recently was a man who stuttered. One day he went up to the captain of the ship to speak to him. "S-s-s-s-s-s-s," stuttered the man. Oh, I can't be bothered," said the captain angrily. "Go to somebody else." The man tried to speak to everybody on board the ship, but none could wait to hear what he had to say. At last he came to the captain again. "Look here," said the captain, "I can tell you what to do when you want to say anything; you should ' sing it." Then suddenly In a tragic voice, the man commenced: "Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind? The blooming cook's fell overboard, and is twenty miles behind." London Tit-bits. . PITIES THE BIRD. Jessie came into the house carrying a dead bird in her hand. With tears in he eyes she said: "O, mother, see the poorbirdic; there was a bad boy outside and ' he gunned it. M. O.

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School children and teacher at Oestend cheering allied troops. The youngsters in the photo were marching to the school classes, accompanied by the kindly padre, when the victorious allied troops swept into Ostend. driving the hated Germans out. The way these tots are cheering and waving flags shows that they realized what the deliverance meant. The padre has forgotten his troubles for a while and is cheering and waving a flag.

From Indiana to France A woman, who was a war correspondent in France was riding in the country districts of France one beautiful Sunday afternoon, when the following incident took place which shows how the little boys and girls of France enjoy the stories that the little children of our own country nave loved for a long time. A curve In the road, a sharp report, followed by the hiss of escaping air, and our machine slides to the edge of the grassy bank for repairs. Directly opposite, nestling among the wheat heads, is the grave of a soldier, buried where he fell on the march under the bullet of a sharpshooter. Hunched against its low protecting fence is a shepherd lad, who peers at us gravely from under the peaked hood of his black cape. His sole charge is a very small, very w,hite, very frisky lamb, which at my approach scampers away. - Torn between his sense of duty and his desire to watch the repairing of the car, the small shepherd hurls voluble reproaches at the animal. One of his eloquent gestures flings aside the cape, but instantly he recovers the flapping cloth and draws it jealously over the book in his lap. Immediately I am consumed with curiosity os to the bok selected for Sunday reading by this Intelligentlooking French boy. Very politely he hands over his treasure, and behold, it is a scrapbook filled with gay pictures of "Goldilocks and the Three Bears," and on the last page this inscription had been written: "To some little French child, from the mother of three American children William, Janet, and Ray L , of C . Indiana." Woman's Home Companion. HE.8 ALL HERE. I was sitting in the living room one day when Robert tost his footing at the head of the stairs and came tumbling down. "O, my poor dear child!" I exclaimed, as I hurriedly dropped my sewing and ran to him. He had already picked himself up and looking himself over he said: "We should worry mother, I'm all here." M. C. R.

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ESTHER AND ALDEN GAUSEPOHL Mamma had gone to the city and left Esther and Alden in care of their grandma. Before going mamma had said to , Esther: i mischief I house." "Don't let Alden get into j ana neip granama Keep "I will do the best I can," said Esther. But no sooner had mother gone than Alden stopped blowing his trumpet, and said to Esther, "1 know where there is some grape jelly." "Well, Alden, so do I," said Esther. "Can't we have a taste of it?" said Alden, "Nobody will know it." "Yes, God will see us," said Esther, "and all hidden things will be found out sooner or later." "I helped pick the grapes and I am going to climb up and get some." So Esther ran out in the dining room where her grandma was washing dishes and told her all about it. Just as they came in, Alden had taken two big spoonfuls of the jelly. Grandma said to let him alone and let him eat as much as he wanted. She didn't have to tell Alden to eat more for he ate and ate until he could eat no more. When his mother came home, she found him In great pain. "What has he been doing?" she said. Grandma said he just ate a glass of grape jelly. "Did he take that in the blue jar?" asked mother. "Yes," said grandma. "Why that is a mixture of senna and jelly," said his mother, "no wonder the child is sick. I hope this will teach him a lesson not to meddle with things." Mamma was right. He was never known to meddle with mamma's things after that. When he wanted anything, he would always ask for it like a good boy. He would never touch it without first asking leave. Dorothy Johnson, age 12, White school, 7 th year. A POPULAR TALE. "What are you reading?" "A tale of burled treasure." "Wasting your time on fiction?" . "No. This' is expert advice on how to plant potatoes." '

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Something New in Adoption Line (ST. NICHOLAS) "Twenty-four children of the Republic Club, under the auspices of the Grand Rapids D. A. R., have adopted a French "poultry farm:" This adoption is the children's personal offering to France. The adopted farm means a course of food supply to many more hungry French children than these twenty-four Grand Rapids children could afford to feed. If twenty-four children in America adopt twenty-four children in France the cost amounts to $1,728, or, if these same twenty-four children paid half the cost of supporting an orphan as many people have done and the French government . pays the other half the price would be $864. The cost of a poultry farm is $400, and its returns run up like compound Vcterest. The number of children fed by one farm In one year Is an excellent problem for the graduating class to work out. The farm consists of two wooden sheds put up by the French government. In each shed the adopted parent of the farm puts two incubators, holding 1,000 hatching eggs each. It takes an egg twentyone days to hatch, so that every three weeks the incubators are refilled, and at the end of a year the incubators have had seventeen sets of eggs. Seventeen times 4,000 eggs equals 68,000 eggs. As the proportion of chickens hatched from incubator eggs is far greater than those hatched by the hens, it is safe to - calculate that 65,000 chickens are the outcome of one poultry farm. In order to raise the $400 necessary to establish a poultry farm, chicken buttons are sold at 10c a piece. "I have a chicken in France" is the motto around the button, and it doesn't take long to sell the buttons. TOLD THE TRUTH. A little boy who was used to seeing persons bring home-made bread or flowers to the sick, answered the door cne day when his aunt was ill and came up to report: "A lady came and just said: 'How is you aunty today T and she never brought flowers or nuthin'." l'i ' J. P. 8.

Children of France Must Be Saved "France hasn't any children to waste. The children that are left must all be saved to be good children. They are needed to build up France again. And there are no women to waste, either. They are needed, every one, to work la the reconstruction that Is coming." So says Jaqucline Bertillion, the niece of the famous Alphonse Bertillion, originator of the famous Bertillion system of identifying criminals. 1 ' That is the work for which Mademoiselle Bertillion, at 21 already a graduate of the Lycee Racine, with a lawyer's degree from the Faculty of Law, ' at Paris, and a year of actual pleading in the Palais de Justice, has come to America to prepare herself for. -

Why and How I Am Goim to Be a Victory Girl .In this story that I am writing I am pledging to be . a Victory Girl.' I am not writing this story, either, Just to gt the money and spend it foolishly. I am doin? it to let people know that I have pledged myself to be a Victory Girl. I am not going to be the kind that asks her parents for five dollars to be a Victory Girl and then calls herself one, but the true and right kind of a Victory Girl or. Boy is the kind that gets to work some way or other and earns their own money and gives it to the gov. ernment for the boys "over there" that are fighting for you and me. That is the kind of a victory Girl I am going to be. Even if this great world war is ended, we still need the money for our government intenrs to keep our boys in France a couple more years. "Why?" you ask. Because "over there" In France today there are hundreds of soldiers that can not read or write, and our government is going to establish schools and teach them. ' Besides - those boys, there . are boys, that when the United States declared war, left their colleges and schools to serve Uncle Sam. . Now with the Victory Boys' and Girls' money, those men who so bravely have fought for us will be surrounded with the" real "home" atmosphere while they are finishing this schooling, v . ,.vw ; Teachers for these schools are being selected now. One of these men is Mr. Giles, superintendent of our, public schools. Although we, the pupils of the schools, hate to see him go, we are still prouder to see him go and know that he is going to help our, boys across the sea..-. Mr. Giles, himself, is glad that be is one of the men to go, al though he hates to leave his pupils. He knows that it is his duty tt go and that his pupils want him to go. Now I am going to tell you bow I am going to be a .Victory GirL First of all, if I win any of the prizes offered tor this story, It shall go toward this fund. I am selling papers to help along too. The other day as I was selling papers, Mr. Giles bought one of me. I told him why I was selling papers,, and be said, "If that is the case, I'll give you a few extra pennies." And he did. That shows bow much Mr. Giles -wants the children of Richmond to become Victory Girls and Victory Boys. , Following are the rest of the things I am going to do: Clean yards, run . errands,, sell papers, sell Christmas cards and calendars, dusting, cleaning and other forms of housework, caring for children and tutoring backward pupils from 6:30 to 9:30 in the evenings. There are many other things that I cannot, think of now, but I will do anything I can to make money. Let's all back the boys "over there" by being Victory Boys and Girls! Julia R. Burr. UNSUCCESSFUL. "How was your house warming, a stccess?" . . ' . - "Not exactly. .The steam heat wouldn't work."