Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 43, Number 339, 14 December 1918 — Page 13

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM. SATURDAY, DEC. 14. 1918

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THE JUNIOR

The Junior Palladium is the children's section of the Richmond Palladium, founded May G, 191G, and issued each Saturday afternoon. Allboya and girls are invited to be reporters and 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 Polly is always glad to meet the children personally as they bring their articles to The Palladium office, or to receive letters addressed 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.

3 WC Well I guess I'm a regular soldier now, alright because dad, guess what we're doing now, Tom and me, sleeping out in his tent only I wish it was Dill Hadley's instead of Tom's. But Mr. Harlow was talking to mother, the other day and he said he was afraid Tom was getting a little queer, and he j wanted me and the other fellows to j be with him more, so that's why he ' got the tent.. You know that old cot of ours, well I took that over for me, and Mr. Harlow wanted to Tom to have one like it, but Tom said he wasn't going to sleep on just thin goods that way because he knew he'd stay awake all night thinking it watt-going to split and anyhow he wanted something plenty wide so he could turn over. So Mr. Harlow got him one of those sanutery ones that have a lot of springs and sides that let down or stand up. We "got everything fixed up all right and then Bill and Harold and the other fellows came over to see how things were. I wanted Bill to stay and sleep with me, but Tom said it was his tent and there wasn't room, so after the fellows left I played checkers with Tom, that's all he wants to do, dad, and then we got ready for bed. I said it wouldn't be like camp if we didn't have taps and you know, dad, I wanted to do things just like you, so I stood out in front of the tent and whistled them, and then we went to sleep, or anyhow I did. But after while I heard Tom hollowing at me so. I asked him what was the matter, and he said I was snoring some and he couldn't sleep, so for me to stay awake for a while and give him a turn. So that made me mad and I told him he wasn't fit j to be in a front line trench if he couldn't stand a little noise, and then I made him think I was asleep again and ' snoring louder than ever, and pretty soon he didn't say anything more so I stopped to listen, and dad, he was going "Snazapu" himself, only sort of soft. It made me laugh. I was going to hollow at him like he did to me, but just then, dad, something just outside the tent began going through the bushes. At first I thought it was a dog or something, but pretty soon I heard it snort real deep and I knew it wasn't any dog, 60 I got up to see. Don't things look funny in the middle of the night, dad? It was all foggy and whitish looking and I didn't hardly know what things were right at first, but after while I saw this big dark thing moving around rather slow, sniffing every once in a while and coming closer to the tent all the time. I thought I better get on my shoes and things before I went out doors, so I started to and then I heard somebody that sounded way off saying, "Mamma, where am I?" So I called Tom and he said what, and I said he better get up, and he said he couldn't because he was lost I got the squirt light then, and dad I couldn't find him any place but all the time he kept saying, "Where am I?" In a minute, tho' I heard that thing snort again right out by the tent, and then Tom began yelling help, and I saw one leg waving up In the air from the other side of his bed, and dad guess where he was, down on the ground under his cot So I got hold of his leg and pulled his out - But all the time he kept on yelling help, and when I got hlr up he said there was something awful outside, so I started out with the equirt light, and then all the lights In Harlow's house were turned on as Mr. Harlow came running out, and then dad, guess -what we found it was. -Edith. She was dragging her halter strap and eating grass as natural as she always did it at night. And

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m 3 C ) rzzi 0 31 C c dad, when I went up to her she put up her front leg to shake hands, so I didn't scold her or anything. I don't know how she got out of the barn, but I guess I must of left the door unlocked. So Mr. Harlow said we had a regular scouting party, and I said yes, but dad, if Bill Hadley and I were out on a real scouting party in No Man's Land, we wouldn't want Tom Harlow along, would you ? . Yrs. Trly, Jimmie. The Christmas Roll Call Wherever the American army goes, the American Red Cross is not far behind. In camps in this country and abroad, in centers established for rest or recreation, if wounds or illness take the soldiers into the first aid huts or to hospitals, the men and women of the Red Cross follow and give whatever help or oomfort lies within their power. In France, still reeking with all its horrors of shell and gas and bayonet, with its clogging, bloodstained mud, with its damp, vermin-filled trenches and loathsome smelling battle-fields, are doctors and nurses giving relief to the sorely wounded, -working day and night,, hour after hour, without rest or sleep, in hospitals which, untif the armistice, the Huns did not hesitate to bomb. Keep the Canteens Full. Red Cross rolling canteens, so placed that they can push out annexes and send hot soup, hot coffee or cocoa to cheer and strengthen the wearied troops, are still at work. Our soldiers, returning from the front exhausted, sickened, perhaps, by the first sight of death all about them, shaken with the horror of war, are fed and comforted by these canteen workers. Brave Belgium's little army has its group of American Red Cross workers too, and across the horror of that desolated land, medical and surgical relief, hot food and sympathy in fullest measure are taken through danger and discomfort. Last winter, in Italy's darkest days, the American Red Cross began it work with the Italian Relief societies. Down from the north the refugees fled hungry, thirsty, half frozen, drenched to their skins from storms, packed in cattle cars, sleeping on stone floors or in the open, and, worst of all, homeless, driven from their own vines and fig treees to unknown horrors. For them the Red Cross provided what seemed their greatest need of the moment, abiding places or at least shelter. Since then, ambulance units have been established in Italy and heroic work along the battle line has proved the metal of the Red Cross men. Uncle Sam has Boys In Russia. Into Russia, the Red Cross is sending relief, ship-loads of food across submarine infested waters up through the Arctic North, to feed the starving people of Russia in Europe, torn and bewildered, by warring revolutionary forces. Into Siberia, with the Allies aiding the Czecho-Slorak soldiers in making their brave stand for liberty, have gone Red Cross doctors and nurses to face the awful winter of that frozen land to die if need be for principle. Roumania and Serbia, over-run by vicious soldiers of the German and Austrian armies, were in the most desperate condition that can be imagined. The people were starving, families separated, wandering, homeless; the food situation becoming worse daily, and that most dreaded of diseases, typhus, becoming an epidemic. Cholera and pneumonia were raging. It is estimated that at least a million people out of a population of five millions were infected with one disease or another.

It has become a matter of history as to what the first Red Ctoss commission did there, when doctors and nurses laid down their lives in tho brave fight, and others were invalided for life. And there are desperately bad situations still to be met in that country. Terrible tales come out of Asia Minor and Armenia as to suffering disease, starvation and oppression, but never has the Red Cross failed to have its representatives in these plague-ridden spots, giving medical care, making the best of every situation, carrying that message of help and comfort for which the Red Cross flag stands. And so this story might go on, of heroism and of the horrors and dangers which the Red Cross workers must undergo, ever facing the possibility of death. Roll Call December 16 to 23. The Red Cross Christmas Roll Call is not far distant It is hoped that every American will answer that with the assurance that he is, or will become a member. There are 8,000,000 junior members of the Red Cross. Every boy in the United States can help swell that number in one or both of two ways; by joining himself and by inducing others to take a membership. The way to proceed i3 to report immediately to the local chapter of the Red Cross for whatever service Juniors can perform conforming with all regulations. The Boy Scouts alone of America secured thousands of members in the last campaign. Let us all make it hundreds of thousands in this Christmas Roll Call.

THE LARK'S NEST Some larks had a nest in a field of grain. One evening, when the old larks came home they found the young ones in great terror. "We must leave our nest at once," they cried. . Then they told how they had heard the farmer say that he would go ask his neighbor to help him reap the field tomorrow. "Oh," said the old birds, if that is all, we may rest quietly in our nest." The flext evening the young birds were found again in a state of terror. The farmer was very angry because his neighbor ,had not come to help him in the field and had said that the next day he would get his relative to come and help him. The old birds took this news also very calmly and said there was no fear as yet. The next evening the young birds were quite cheerful. "Have you heard nothing today?' asked the old birds. "Nothing important," they answered. "The farmer was angry because his relative had not come to help him reap the field; and he told his sons that they would do it themselves the following morning." This time the old birds were excited. "We must leave our nest tonight," they said, "when a man decides to do seething himself, he is almost sure to get it done." Sent in by Pearl Bryant 6A Grade, Finley School. RIDDLES. In marble walls as white as milk, Lined with a skin as soft as silk; Within a fountain, crystal clear A golden apple doth appear. No doors there are to this strong hold, Yet thieves break in and steal the gold. What is the difference between a girl and a soldier? Black we are but much admired; Men seek for us till they are tired. We tire the horses, but comfort man. Tell me this riddle if you can. Answers. An egg. The girl powders her face and the soldier faces powder. Coal. The Fourth Deputy Commissioner of the Police Department of ( New York has recently compli-j mented the Boy Scouts of New j York City very highly on the extent and character of their work. T T - I - .1 lt-l - 1.2 W! ! lie praiseu me riiiu ui cuizensmp the Scouts are developing. Ston thinking vou can't succeed and yo'i've turned your back on failure. I

Christmas Once a poor family wondered what they were going to get for Christmas. They did not have any money. Our soldiers wanted to help them. So they finally decided on a plan. The decided to get a little savings bank and put money in it until they had a lot of money. They filled the bank and when they counted it, they found that they had twenty dollars. At first they did not know what to get for the children. There were three boys and three girls. They bought a drum for one of the boys. For another, they bought a horn and for the youngest they bought a hobby horse. They. bought a doll and a doll cart for one of the girls, and a doll and a doll bed for another one, and for the baby they bought a cradle ana playthings. With what was left, they bought some potatoes and a roast of meat peanuts, candy and other good things. So they had a happy Christmas. . Agnes Huber. 210 S. 13th street, Age 9 years. 4 A, Vaile School.

THE FRESH FRESHIES (By Grannie. Hodapp.) Ralph Thomas delights in calling Grannie 11., "Irish." " Butz Wiedener has a rather cold position. He is policeman of the Garfield bicycle sheds. What has happened to Grannie Crabtree's pen ? . Why is Joe Dean so fond of rainy days? " - Nellie Maines and Grannie Hodapp are fond of riding a certain bicycle on Saturdays. Ralph Knopf is an expert bicycle rider. , . Pauline has the new nickname of "Six-hares." Why such a name, Pauline? We recommend military training to Lewis Dentamenfor acquiring promptness in keeping certain engagements. What gave Dorothy Renk and B. B. such bad colds? Beware the "flu", Dot! Raymond Beekly wants to become a Palladium reporter. We wonder why. Alice M. Lillian H., are very fond of muckmelon seeds. They are experts with them. George Miller is very much offended when his name appears in the "Freshies" column. We beg pardon, George.Paul Hartzler is said to have a new suit. When did you get it, Paul? We hear Cliff Turner has a new place of business LITTLE WORDS. One small word thoughtlessly spoken, Said as quick as you could wink; And a weary heart was broken, Just because you didn't think. If we think before those words are spoken, And are careful what we say; Many a heart ache will be vanished If we this golden rule obey. A Reader. Witty: "Why Is there always a ruddep to a ship?" Wittier: "Why, stern necessity, don't yer know?" The climate in New Zealand is especially favorable for the beeraising industry, since it allows the bees to work nearly the whole year round. One bee-keeper last year harvested thirty tons of honey, which he sold at $487 a ton. "What did you learn in Sunday school today?" asked grandma. "The Lord is my chauffeur, I shall not walk," answered little Willie with profound learning. There was a "I mid knock at the door. "If you please, kind lady," the beggar said, "I've lost my right Jer "Well, it ain't here." retorted the lady of the house, and slammed the door. Grain Dealer: "You owe me $3 for oats, Jim. If you don't pay me I'll have to take your horse." Uncle Jim: "All right, sur. An' I'll pay you de balance o' de $3 just as soon as I kin." "That Jones boy who used to work for you wants to hire out to mo. Is he steady?" "Steady? If he were any stead ier he'd be motionless."

Fisherman Finis Gold Watch in Fish DALLAS, Tex. Catching a fish in a fish net is not uncommon among the- fishermen along Trinity

river, m fact, they say one rarely captures a big catfish without finding several fish of remarkable size in its stomach. Such discovery is not apt to arouse any comments from an old fisherman, but when a fish is taken from a 60-pound "cat," and said fish is found to contain a second, and this one still smaller, and from the third one's interior a $250 jewel-studded gold watch ' is found well, that is enough to make even an old fisherman's eyes bulge from their sockets. That's what is said to have happened during the present . week. John Border, a young fisherman, threw in his Vtrotline" one night, and next morning was surprised to find that he had "hooked" a 60pound catfish. Border was all the more surprised because ho had fished that particular hole for a week without catching anything. Border took the big fish home and began preparing it for the market. Of course, he fully expected, to find one or more' fish when he cut the giant open. He did. In the big "cat's" stomach was a sevenpound fish that resembled a bullhead, but which was pronounced to be a horned mullet Ripping open the mullet Border found a threepoung black bass, and as it was in good condition he resolved to clean It for dinner. He had no sooner plunged his knife into the bass when is struck some hard substance. This proved to be nothing less than a gold watch, a ladies' timepiece, studded with a wreath of small diamonds and a single large ruby. Words cannot describe the young fisherman's amazement at his lucky find. The discovery of the bass inr side of the mullet was more than a mild surprise, but to see a beauti ful gold watch, sparkling with precious stones, come popping out. o fthe bass was enough to make him think he was dreaming. Border has advertised and searched for the owner of the watch, and failing to find her is now wearing it himself, although he is anxious to sell it. - Old fishermen say they have frequently found trinkets in fish, and one recalls finding a small diamond ring. None. " however, can recall the fact of fish swallowing another that has also swallowed a third one, or of a fish swallowing such an article as a watch. Border is being congratulated on his remarkably good fortune. , HUNTING THE BEAR Once upon a time there lived a family on . Sailor street and they were very rich. They had a little boy whose name was Carl. One day he wanted to go to the woods to hunt a bear. So he asked his mother if he could go out in the woods and kill a bear. "No, Carl," said his mother, "you can not go, because if you see a bear, and get near him, he will eat you up." "No, he won't," said Carl angrily. Then Carl went into the house and got his gun and went out into the woods. But his mother didn't know that he hd his gun with him. It was about nine o'clock when he started out When he did not come home for dinner, his mother became very worried about him. About four-thirty o'clock in the afternoon, he came in the house with his gun in his hand, and a big bear over his shoulder. His mother was so surprised she didn't -know what to do. Carl said, "Let us have bear for supper." So Carl took the bear and skinned it. Then his mother put it in a great big kettle and put it on the stove. And the next evening they had bear meat for supper. Now there was a very poor family that lived across the street As Carl was. a very generous boy, he thought of them right away, and said he wanted some of the bear meat to go to them. So he took a great big dishful of the bear meat across the street to the poor family. How surprised the poor people were and how glad they were to have such a nice supper. It was the best meal they had ever had in all their lives, and they lived happy ever after. The end of the story. Helen Bowsman. ?B Grade.