Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 43, Number 333, 7 December 1918 — Page 12

PACE FOUR

RICHMOND -INDIANA. SATURDAY. DEC. 7. 1918

A Hero and His Dog After Jack Ansleigh. the ten-year-old boy hero, bad shown his courage and waved his flag In the lace of the German submarine that attacked his father's towboat, off Orleans, Massachusetts, he had the misfortune of losing his; collie dog, which made him almost brokenhearted for a while. When the survivors of the battle with the U-bcat took the train for Boston the boy's dog was put in the bsggogo tar. A little later he slipped his collar, . jumped out of the car door, and made for Orleans. -.. These circumstances came to the knowledge of Secretary McAdoo, who sent a revenue officer down to Cape Cod to hunt for the collie. He soon found hira, and boy and dog were happily reunited. The young hero of the "battle of Orleans" again showed his true Americanism by helping the Boston newsboys sell thousands of dollars' worth of Liberty Bonda.

THE FRESH By Grannie Hodapp , "Well, friends, I guess you think mo dead, but I am not." You know we all break our pens. And that is what must have happened to mine. Our old kitchen mechanic Julia McEller ha3 returned again. How long do you think she'll stay, Butz? Billy McGrew is fond of making quilt blocks. The Lawler boys and Gus Pafflin certainly do admire service flags! How about it, boys? What makes Webster Rankin blush so hard at times? Helen Meyers prefers that kind of brown eyes that comes from Michigan. We wonder what has happened between Hilda Banks and Pauline Denny.- What's the trouble, girls? We wonder why Leonard Long and Elmer McBrlde are called "Two and One-Half." Poor Christ Hale. I wonder if he ever found his hat, the one he lost on that joyous hay ride. Why are Ruth Bond and Dot Beetle such intimate friends since their hay ride? Tuesday" night was a busy one for Witchy Harris. We will have to call Hilda Banks "Sunny Sue" as she Is just like Sunny Jim. , She Is all smiles. Friendship 13 something worth while whatever way you look at it. Ask Shine McBrlde! . Our friend, Mr. Greeg, wishes to be called Robert, Instead of Bobby. So watch out, or he may get severe. I don't blame him, I would too. THE DRUM. Every boy wants a drum and nearly every . boy wants to be . a drum major, and It Is nice to know that the very first little boys must have played upon drums, because they are the first Instruments we know anything about. They were hollow logs at first, with a" dried animal skin stretched over one end. Sometimes the Indians used a hollow log with a narrow slit or opening along the side. Into this they would put a stick ' and rattle it backward and forward. Some of these old Indian drums may be seen in the Metropolitan Museum in New York. But drvms have changed since then. Every boy knows how big and splendid the military drum is. Then we have the kettle drums used In the orchestra. These rest upon legs on the floor. They are of copper or brass, half round and covered with parchment. The kettle drums may be tuned by tightening or loosening the parchment The kettle drum player uses four kinds of drum sticks: 1.- A pair covered with felt. 2. A pair covered with sponge. 3. A pair covered with leather. 4. A pair with wooden heads. The first two give a soft tone; the - last two give a hard, raw sound. The drum is the heartbeat of the orchestra: without it the big brass band would not know how to march. LITTLE THINGS. The little common things of life A kindly word, a little trust. A friendly smile amid the strife That crushes souls into the dust A flower for some tired eyes. Or music for a weary heart "Just little things" not any size But, ah, the Bweotnens they impart I Edith McKay.

SHE'S TINY, BUT SHE

j

Miss Thelma Coplin (left) harvesting tomatoes. "lonors for being the tiniest farmerette to enroll among the several thousand members of the Women's Land Army in Southern California fell to Miss Thelma Coplin, of Long Beach. Iter official measurement is four feet, nine inches in height and she weighs ninety-four pounds.1 In the accompanying picture she is standing besideMIss Edna Werner of Loa Angeles, who is five feet, eleven inches ta'l. Although the unit in which she helped increase the nation's food supply was put to the hard work of picking tomatoes, the diminutive farmerette held her own with the largest of her co-workers. The photograph shows how she looked in a forty-acre field of tomatoes near Los Angeles, standing beside oni of the huskiest members of the army.

Little Folk's Corner

ESTHER'S BUNNIES. Esther was a little girl with brown eyes and curly brown hair. She was a little peasant girl and lived In a Bmall village with her father and mother, who were poor. The village consisted of a church, a school, a bank, railroad station, a few stores, and tho rest in houses. One morning when Esther went to feed her four chickens, she saw that there seemed to be a little fuss of some kind going on. When she reached the pen she saw a rabbit iu one corner of it. The chick ens were stepping up and trying to! peck at it. Esther in her hijrry dropped the pan of corn. That made the chickens null away from the rabbit. She picked up the rabbit and took it into the house. "Oh, mother!" she exclaimed, "see what I found. Isn't it a darling? May I keep it?" "Of course, deary." said mother. "We'll get daddy to make a pen for it when he comes home from work." "Oh, 6ay, mother," said Esther, "I've got a dandy plan. I won't tel it now, though." Then she went up into the small attic and found a round basket. Coming down, she tied a stout rope on each end of the basket and put It around her neck, then she put a wann shawl in the bottom and then put the rabbit on the shawl. Then bhe started to the grocery, but every little bit she was stopped by boys and girls and even men and women to see the rabbit; for rabbits were not very often seen in the village. Finally she arrived at the grocery and asked the Btore keeper if she could have some boxes. He said, "Yes", and told her to go back In the back part and take any Hhe wanted. So she picked out three good sized ones and when she got home she went straight to tho barn where her father's tools were. Then in about two hours' time, Esther called her mother out to the barn and showed here a labbit's house. "Where did you get it, Esther?" asked her mother.

CERTAINLY WORKS !

"I made it all by myself," replied Esther. "Thai's a real nice house, es pecially since it was made by my own daughter," said the proud mother. Then Esther found a small roll of wire that used to be a fence and nailed one end to the board fence. Then she hammered a stout stick into the ground, nailed a part of the wire onto tho stick. That made a square corner which she turned and started down the side of the pen. When she thought about how she was going to make a gate she remembered that was a wire gate in the barn that used to be on the chickens' pen. She got that and fixed it on so it would open and shut. Then her rabbit's pen was done. She opened the gate and went in and put the rabbit's house in one corner of the fence, and put the rabbit in, too. Then she went out and hooked the gate. One morning when Esther went out to see her rabbit, It did not come out of her house, so Esther went in to see what the matter was, and what do you think she found? Twelve little bunnies! Oh, how glad she was! When the little bunnies got to be three weeks Old, Esther decided to keep two of them and sell the rest. So she painted little signs and put them In stores, on trees and in her window. Here is one: RABBITS FOR SALE. INQUIRE OF ESTHER BUNNEN. The first day she sold five. At a $1.50 a piece. That brought her $7.50. The next day she sold the remaining five and altogether she had $15.00. She felt as rich as a millionaire. When her parents asked her what she was going to do with it, she said, "First, I'm going to give five dollars to be a Victory Girl, and I'll teil you what else I'm going to do after awhile, for I'm going right down there now and give them five dollars. When she came back she wore a badge and had several bundles, which she said were Christmas l-resenb.

Uncle Scm's Message Remember the old "ring game" song, "Where oats, peas, beans and barley grows, you nor I nor nobody knows," ans faen someiUing about how "The farmer stands and takes his ease"? Children now Know, better than that. They know all about where oats, peas, beans and barley grow, to say nothing of potatoes and Leets. For have they not had their war-gardens for two summers? And

they know that the farmer works hard all the time to provide enough food for those who have not their gardens. The war has taught them all these things. Friday, the 6th of December, was to have been the Children's Day in Conservation week; but it had to go unobserved in the Richmond schools because of the influenza ban. Uncle Sam sent the children a message which was to have been read to them in the schools Friday. But we mustn't allow even the "flu" to delay Uncle Sam's messages, so we will send it through the "Junior." The message is to all the children of the United States and is this: "You have been Raying 'Food Will Win The War.' You planted, you saved and you shared, until the war was won.. -"And now is your work ended? NO! A greater work remains to be done. "Starving Europe must be fed. Millions of hungry women and children reach out their hands to vou. Remember their fearful need. "Keep on saving. Keep on sharing. Waste not a morsel of food. It is sacred. "You love your country. You have proved it iu war; prove it now in peace. "America is pledged to fight Famine, and feed a starving world. Will you do your part? "Carried by Johnnie Jones, Messenger for Uncle Sam." THEIR FIR&T CHRISTMAS Once upon a time there lived a family in Ohio Street, and they were very poor. The day before Christmas the children said, "Is Santa coming?" Their parents had to say, "No, he is not." But on the night before Christmas, some kind hearted people brought them some clothes, toys, candy and a Christmas tree. When the children got up in the morning they were so surprised over ill the wonderful things that Santa had left there during the night. Their parents were so happy too, because the children had received such nice Christmas presents. That was the first time they had ever had a nice Christmas and they lived happy ever after. HELEN BOWSMAN, Age 15 years. THE STORY OF A KITTEN I live in the country and I have five of the dearest little kittens. Two of them arc black and white and one i3 all black. One is a pretty Tiger and one is grey with white breast and feet. They run and Dlay almost like children playj jng hide and seek. They roll off the porch in a pile and jU3t keep on playing. They all went under the porch and stayed while we were shredding. I guess the thought the engine was going to catch them and they would not come out to get anything to eat The mother cat is all black and is a very large cat. I am a reader of the Junior and think it is a grand little paper. KATHARINE BERNICE WELLER, Middleboro, Ind., R. R. C. ("Thank you, Katherine." Ed.) THE CLOCK The voice of the clock says, "Tick, tick, tick. Do as you're told, little children, And be quick, quick, quick." Age 11 Years. So if you won't tell, I'll tell you what two of those presents were. One was a new skirt for her mother, which cost four dollars, and another was a shirt for her father which cost two dollars. Then she spent two dollars for a lot of other Christmas presents for her little friends. That left two dollars, which she put in the bank. So in three ways Esther was doing good. First, by giving money to be a Victory Girl; second, by being patriotic doing early Christmas shopping; and third, by saving. Let's all be like Esther. Julia R. Burr.

To Aid American Indians Overseas

v. .....swan Jin fsT j -swyi rryy Miss Tsirnina. The Prijicess Tsianina, a real American Red Indian princess, has arrived in London, and all the little boys in the neighborhood of her hotel are tremendously excited. They form an awe-gripped retinue for her whenever she takes a walk, following at a respectful distance, with worshipful eyes. They have found out that she is the daughter of a Cherokee mother and that her father is a member of the Muskogee tribe. Being more familiar, as are their American cousins, with wild west stories than with their geographies, their imaginations are I fired by the princess' buffalo robe, her moccasins of soft cherry-colored skin, her necklace of buffalo bone, which was presented to her by Indians as a token of affection, and her filet of Indian bead work. Far from resenting thi3 youthful homage, the princess enjoys it thoroughly. Her mission in Europe is to sing Indian songs " to Indian troops of whom there are about 20,000 in France, ranging from privates to majors. Brought up by white people, as the possessor of a fine voice which has ben well trained, Princess Tsianina is regarded by the British press as an interesting product of twentieth century America. The princess deprecates wild west shows and wild west movies. which she says, have given Europeans an entirely wrong idea of her people. SPIRITS AND INDIANS. The religion of the Indians was curious. They worshiped their dead ancestors, the sun, the winds and the lightning. Since the lightning in the sky looked something like a moving snake, they respected the snake and many tribes would not kill one. They believed in a Great Spirit, but they believed also that every man, hill, tree, lake and animal also had a spirit. Some of these were good and some were bad. Some would help man and some would hurt him. A man was sick because an evil spirit had entered his body. In every tribe were "medicine men," who were supposed to have power over evil spirits. If the man or woman died in spite of the medicine man, the body might be placed high in a tree, where it would be safe. Some tribes built scaffolds and placed dead bodies there, while others put their dead into huts or caves. Often they buried them in the ground and heaped a great mound of earth over them. These mounds sometimes covered a great many bodies. With the body they buried weapons, food and drink, which they thought would be of use in the next world. With a little child a dog was often buried, so that it might help in finding his way into the spirit world. Lone Scout.