Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 43, Number 327, 30 November 1918 — Page 11

THE JUNIOR

The Junior Palladium Is the children's section of the Richmond Palladium, founded May 6, 1918, and issued each Saturday afternoon. All boys and girls are invited to be reporters &! contributors. News items, social events, "want" advertisements, stories, local jokes and original poems are acceptable and wfil be published. Articles should Le 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 per sonally as they bring their articles to the Palladium office, or to receive letters addre&seu io tne Junior Editor. This is your little newspaper and we hope each noy and girl will use It thoroughly.

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. Jimmie G. hurled his magazine half across the room and then flung himself Into his father's chair dejectedly. "Oh mother," he broke out almost fiercely, "I wish I could do something to help win the war." "I know, Jimmie," answered Mrs. Gray, as she looked up from the trench sock she was finishing. "I do too." "I don't see why I wasn't a Belgian, or a French boy, or I don't see why I can't be a man, or anything besides a just common American stuck way off here where you don't even hear a gun. I don't see why I have to be just ten years old and not good for anything." "I know, Jimmie, I know. That's just the way I feel, too, many times." His mother laid her sewing down on the table and spoke with a feeling that Jimmie rarely had seen hi3 mother show. "You have been reading about that French boy whom the Germans caught and were questioning, haven't you? I know, Jimmie. And when you read how he kept refusing to tell where the soldiers were, you couldn't help but feel how you would look them full In their faces with all the pride of your ancestors as you kept silent. And even when they stood you up against the wall ready to shoot, it would make no difference. Oh, I know, Jimmie. And then when, from behind, ,one shot rang out, followed by another and another, and our boys rushed in taking the enemy prisoner, you know just how you would have stood a little to one side, waiting; and how, when they discovered you and crowded around you asking all about it, you know just how you would have laughed as you told them. "And then, Jimmie, you know how you would have felt when you were called out before the long rows of troops and the little badge of honor was pinned on you, don't syou?" "Well, yes," admitted Jimmie, "and it makes me sick when you're crazy mad to do something, to have people stand up and preach about buying a thrift stamp or hoeing up a p'tato, as if .that was anything. I wish I could get out and die or something, an then I'd feel better." "It almost burns inside you, doesn't it, Jimmie? I know, it does in me, too. Sometimes when I think about your father being over there, with us back here at home, where everything is comfortable and peaceful, it is almost more than I can bear, Jimmie. When I think about those little French and Belgian children who have lost so much, it makes my very fingers tingle, Jimmie, to hold them close to me and tell the fairy storirs, to tuck them in their little beds, long rows of them, and while they were , asleep to mend their clothes and talk over little surprise for them with other Red Cross workers. "Sometimes, Jimmie, I almost wish .that I. too, could be oaeto go out on the battlefields under fire and bring aid to those who had fallen, and so to give myself to the great cause as your fatter has done. O r sometimes I lad myself wondering how things might have been, if only we bad lived in northern France. Why. we would have shared all we had with our soldiers, and endured everything without a word, if only we had been in those circumstances, wouldn't we, Jimmie?" . Jimmie nodded silently. "But Jimmie," she continued, more earnestly than before. "I believe God has given us a more difficult task even than those heroic people of France and Belgium. He ha given to aa the Cask of proving to the world that our cause is Just, and that we are worthy of all that those brave' soldiers are . fighting for. They ace flghtfog for peace, in America we have peace; They

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PALLADIUM are fighting for democracy, for the brotherhood of man, in America onr very government is founded on ; that law. And more than all, the Allies are fighting to prove that the ideal of men being masters of themselves, free to conduct their lives as they choose in ways of peace, is far greater than under such a military system with everyone subjected to the iron rule of one man's will as Germany has. "And so it is for me to prove that I can make a better home for you and Jean under our American ideals, now, that a German woman can with the Kaiser as their ruler. ! And Jimmie, it is for you to prove that in this country of ours which! gives liberty and brotherhood to all people, with merely the schools, the books, and the home your daddy has given you that in any test of manliness you would be superior to any German boy. "After all, Jimmie, In reality, it is not to drive the Germans back out of France and conquer them by force of arms that we are striving. That only is the means to bring out the real issue. You know what that great dream is for which our men are fighting; to make "this world a great, friendly, beautiful home, where folks may live in peace and happiness, when all men's thoughts are noble and unselfish, and nations are swallowed up in one great brotherhood. "And yon want to help win this great struggle? I knew you do, Jimmie! But for you and me, Jimmie, there is no place on the battlefield where we might, if need be, sacrifice our lives. All we can do is sacrifice the great burning desire. There wont be any flags dying or bands playing for us, Jimmie. Nobody ever will pin a medal on your coat or on me tor our heroism. But Jimmie, day after day we can go on living true to that great cause, even here in our own little home and city; and in our hearts, Jimmie, we will know that we have done our bit Jimmie G.'s eyes were fixed very steadily on a certain figure in the oriental rug before him. For some moments he was silent after his mother had . stopped speaking. Then he drew a very deep breath, once. "Mother," he said slowly, almost as if the words had to be dragged out of him, "Dad and Mr. Harlow are pretty good friends, aren't they?" "Yes, Jimmie Boy," answered his mother quietly as she went on with her sewing. "And I guess dad'd feel kind of sorry to , know Mrs. Harlow was mad at me for throwing rocks at her cat. wouldn't he?" "Yes, Jimmie, I suspect he would." Jimmie G. was silent for a few minutes longer; then looking up at his mother with al) the quiet manliness of a boy with a new purpose, he sail. "I guess I better go over to talk to, her then." And with, something like mist in ber eyes, Mrs. Gray watched Jimmie going across the yards. Constance had been visiting at the neighbors, and came hem accompanied by two of her little playmates. As she brought them In with her she-made this retaak to her mother. "I washed both their faces before I brought them over." George Washington bad only five cabinet officers a secretary ' of state, a secretary of the treasury, a secretary of warr a poatnmstergeneral, and an attorney-general.

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INDIANA. SATURDAY. NOV. 30.

AMERICAN EAGLE'S COUSIN, FRENCH HAVtC ISNT POPULAR, PRICE IS ON HIS HEAD

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The French hawk, called a cousin to the American eagle, is an outlaw in peace and war. Civilians have put a price on the scalps of these birds because they war on poultry. The allied soldiers killed an trapped them because they preyed on carrier pigeons delivering messages. The soldier above, a cook with the American forces which oprated northwest of Verdun, is showing one of the outlaw caught.

Scraps From Sammy Stay MY HOME ITALY An Italian Lone Scout tells of his life "over there" when he was a very small boy. As I lived in Italy for nine years I am going to tell you a little about that country and the fun we had. When I say "we," I mean a bunch of boys. We lived close to each other and we had a lot of fun together. "I lived m the northern part of Italy, but it was not cold there. During the winter it snowed quite often, but even the snow was not very cold, for we. walked around in the snow barefooted (when our mothers were not home). We did 'not have much winter sport, so we were glad when spring came. The trees and fields would begin to grow green and the birds would make their appearance. , There are many Beautiful flowers there, visited daily by many beautiful butterflies, but we did not know a thing about collecting them. We had many kinds of fruits, apples, peaches, pears, plums, cherries, grapes, chestnuts and many other kinds. We had much fun in picking (and eating) them. There are a lot of good eamping places cf which we made no use. We often went swimming I mean mud-crawling. We could not swim, but when anybody talked about swimming we boasted of what great swimmers we were. We had good swimming holes, though. The river was so clear that we could see the bottom in any place in it, and besides, running water always makes the best swimming holes. On the little mountain just norm of where we lived there grew many - YXT -UnA Ia a mm mush-rooms. We had a lot ef fun picking them and 1 know the difference between good and poisonous ones.

Even the Smallest "Every creature is here for a purpose, announced (he teacher. "Now what do we learn from the mosquito ?" "We learn from the mosquito," replied young Albert, "how easy it is to get stung." Arthur came running Into the kitchen, exclaiming how hungry he was for a piece of bread and butter. His mother promptly commenced to prepare it for him, and, standing on tiptoe so he could see well, he exclaimed: "Pot It on thick, mother. The war Is ever." On the morning of the 11th, when the bells began ringing and the whistles blowing, Betty wakened up and asked what It meant. "The war Is over, and now we shall have .peace," I explained. "Oh, goody!" she said la such a relieved tone. "Now I can begin to spend a little of my own money!" M. q.R."-- ' - is.1.,' .'' : i .. .-v.'- r- '

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caputred French hawk. - at - Home s Old Kit Bag The first barbarians to settle permanently in the Balkans penin sula were the Bulgars, a Finnish people, whose home was the middle Volga districts. At Tea With 44 It was a clear, white moonlight evening, after one of those autumn days when the sky just bursts with blueness, and the brilliant leaves just dance their little lives out frolicking with, the lively, autunm wind. It was on a night like this that Aunt Molly put on her warm, winter coat, stuck a Jaunty velvet tarn on her head and went on quite 1 a little journey to see Aunt Polly, and old "croney" friend of hers. When, ttey- first got together they talked and talked as old friends will do about lots of things. .Soon Aunt Polly, so the story goes, wheeled In the little tea table and began pouring the tea out of a tiny copper teapot into tiny green . shell-shaped caps. As she was doing this, Aunt . Molly suddenly looked up and said, "Polly Qt. are are you very sure you like children?" "Well, what on earth, Molly !" began Aunt Folly, setting down her tea cup so suddenly in her sur prise, that she almost made ber dozen green shell-shaped cups (of which she was so proud) number eleven. Well, what aver you say that so suddenfiket Yoo I . a 11. jcnow ery weu i nam w mi wu.ii children any hour ef the day.' "You're quite sure you doat mind them talking whole lets?" continued Aunt Molly, not paying any attention- to Polly's question. "And." she still went on. "you don't mind if their faces and bands are dirty, sometimes you see they wash them a lot, but they do get so dirty, and " But here Aunt Polly, still astonished, and with eyes and mouth forming three round "O's", showing ber surprise broke in, "Molly M. Grant, you know I love children, boys and girls, talking and quiet, clean or dlrty( tho' I prefer them clean) out you just explain right now what you mean by putting those questions at me why did at yon ask me If I didn't know there was a war on, or something else as sensible? A merry laugh escaped from Aunt Molly at this , and her eyas twinkled mischievously. Aunt Pol ly joined in and they both laughed heartily for no reason at alt un less it wsa because they wars last hanpy. As Aunt Molly stopped laughing, wlniag her area (she had laughed an hanll ah saM. That's feat ML

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MOUNTAIN AND SQUIRREL The mountain sad the squirrel Had a quarrel; And the former called the latter "Little Prig." Bun replied, "Yon are doubtless very big; But alt sorts of things and weather Mast be taken In together. To make up a rear And a sphere. And I think It no disgrace To occupy' my place. If I'm not so large as you. You are not so small as, 1, And not half so sprv. ' I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track; Talents differ; all is well and' wisely put. If I cannot carry forests on my back. Neither can you crack a nnL" Ralph W. Emerson WINTER TIME Late lies the wintry sun abed, ' A frosty, fiery sleepy-head; Blinks but an hour or two; and then, A blood-red orange, sets again. Before the stars have left the skies, At morning in the dark I rise; And shivering in my nakedness, By the cold candle, bathe and dress. Close by the jolly fire I sit To warm my frozen bones a bit; Or with a reindeer sled, explore The colder countries round the door. When to go out, my nurse doth wrap - Me in my comforter and cap; The cold wind burns my face, and blows Its frosty pepper up my nose. Black are my steps on silver sod; Thick blows my frosty - breath abroad; And tree and house, and hill and lake Are frosted like a wedding-cake. . R. L. Stevenson. the

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Polly, I knew it In the first place or I wouldn't have come to you. 1 knew you liked 'emaR these boys and girls from real little one to real big ones. That's where the story begins. You see, T am just like the old woman who lived in a shoe I have so many children I don't .know what - to do. Oh. there's lots of them, the children of Richmond and all around Richmond. JLnd some even farther away than that, and" here she -satd It as If she hated to own up to it, "I feel ail tuckered out, Polly, honestly. I'm not sick Just Bred and well I just have to stop and take a rest I doat want to a bit. but I just have to. And I came to see yon tonignt, to ask you If you wouldn't take care of all my children for me, through the "Junior." There's only three letters different on our names, and you be Annt . Petty to them tell then stories;

talk to them, read all the atones and poems they write., (they write good ones, too) and answer all their questions. YeuTl like' them all. They're just fine, everyone of then. I just mind "them at loves" me and take a good tons; rest Now say you win. Polly." " "If Tm to be the woman who lives tn a shoe, I know one thing 1 wont de, and tnat's what that old woman did with aO Her children." laughed Potty, merry-like relieved to knew what Iter whimsical little friend had meant by all her questions. So they talked on and on, over the tea cops, for a long, long time. Aunt Molly telling what wonderful children the Junior bekmg to (It's really Iheh paper, you know." she satd and the two aunties (rather young aunties to be sure) talked about and planned lots of things. Aad when Aunt Molly went away that evening, Polly G. bad agreed to be Aunt Polly to all the Junior's children. -

That's how the story has it that it aB tasne about, and Aunt Polly wants- to add that she wants to get ecqnalnied with all the Juniors real V soon aad she wants them to sead fa alt their series aad question aad .poems Into the oOoa aad to come up and see her. E&e's Just sura one ef them can ask a qaestioa sheeen't answer. ' ',;'. "Let's hum aad be Mends." ' -

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