Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 43, Number 345, 21 December 1918 — Page 14

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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM. DECEMBER 21. 1918

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WANTED Position of caring for babies and small children after school and on Saturday, by a girl age thirteen. .Phone 2828 or call 206 North Ninth street. FOR SALE Belgian Hares for eating purposes, 28 cents per pound; Belgian Hares, 7 months old, $3.75 per pair; also one large Patagonlan doe, $4.50. Call 3672. FOR SALE Mandolin and case. Will sell cheap. Inquire at 222 North 5th street. WANTED Boys to join the Lone Scouts. Call at 229 South Second or see William F. Gilmore at once. LOST A green hat cord. If found please return to the Junior office. WANTED More boys to join the United States Junior Army and the United States Junior Nary, and to start a training school Inquire 915 North 6 street FOR SALE Rabbits. I dot. and 8 oung and 4 older rabbits. Inquire at 2210 North. E. aireet FOR SALE Christmas cards, seals and tags Also patriotic postaj cards. Only 10 cents a package. Will use the money on my Victory Girl pledge. Call 206 North Ninth .street or phone 2828.. LOST Receipt for $1.80 in envel- . ope. Also contained list of names. If found, return to 128 Richmond avenue. WANTED To buy girl's bicycle. rnone 4658. LOST A two-bladed electrocuted knife that will pick np tacks and small nails. Was dropped between 11th and 12th on North II street. Return to James Ronald Ross, 311 North 11th street LOST A pair of kid gloves. If found please return to 207 South Tenth street WANTED To buy green trading tamps at once. Please bring to the house. Charles Walsh,' 303 South 4th St FOR SALE Aeroplanes, made by A. William Winner. Call at 31 North Ninth street FOR SALE 16-Inch airplanes with wheels, 75 cents; 8-inch with wheels, 35 cents. Leoline Klus. LOST Child's silver-rimmed spec tacles near vaue school. If found, return to Clara Mourve, 317 South Twelfth street WANTED To trade a pair of ice skates tor a pair of roller skates. Phone 1580. FOR SALE Pigeons. William Hoffe. 418 South Eleventh street FOR SALE Air rifle. See Leoline Ktus, 916 N. G. street WANTED New scraps of all kinds of good, for quilt pieces, two to three cents a pound paid for them. Alma Chamneas, 16 North Eighteenth street city. WANTED Boys to join the Lone Scouts of America. For" further information call at 229 South Second street or see William F. Gilmore. WANTED Doll wigs to make. Call 111 North Third street or phone 1821. WANTED To buy girl's bicycle. Nina Murray, 216 South Ninth street iOST A two b laded, magnetized knife that will pick up tacks and .email nails. Was dropped between 11th and 12th on North B street. Return to James Ronald Ross, 311 North 11th street LOST Child's kid glove, return to 128 Randolph street Reward.

Htdly Chrismus When some of the high mucks started in to claim that all men were created equal, I just wonder if they count the guys that have to play Sandy Claws at the old town church on Hully Chrismus Eve. If some of those bugs would only think what some have to go thru they'd decide that Sandy Clawses are superequaL Well, for me, I know that just one week after you're exposed to that there Chrismus Eve job you're ready for the hereafter with a castor under each leg. That's me, Al. lt came along about the time I lived at Pearidge where there was one church, one store and one subject of hilarious conversation on from December 26 of one year to December 25 of the next. -It was lovely to some of those Moiks that stood around the village store and ate the grocer's crackers and chewed Double Spitt Plug it was lovely for them to sit around and plan the wonderful Chrismus Eve at the Pearidge 'Piscopal church; where the main feature was Sandy Claws, who impartially to everybody else's but their own personal squad of kids dealt out candy with a steady hand. i They sit there on store boxes while their intolerable pipes pour forth volcanic volumes of the most terrible tobacco smoke any human can conceive. They sit and plan ( for somebody else to be Sandy Claws and do the Bweattn! Well, AL one year I rambled into that store on the fourth of Decern-; ber, never imaglnin' that my doom was to be pronounced then and there. I bought a can of baking powder and a box if candles and noticing the crowd, I mosied into their midst I I was a newcomer in that region, you know, but most every one knew me. They were just coming around to the victim who was to play Sandy Claws when I stood on the edge of the crowd. Deacon Wishbone 'lowed that since Hiram Hill's son had gone to the army the preacher would be Sandy Claws. However, the preacher, Lige Wampler, a venerable old fellow with a wooden leg, swore at the deacon roundly and said, "Nothin sUrrin." Si Rasting give vent to his thoughts and wound up that it was high time they got a Sandy Claws and that even if the preacher, Lige, -did be Sandy Caws he'd cheat and give his own six children the most A regular argument ensued. Al, I wisht you could bear an argument like that; it would set your mus tache on fire. Everybody calc'latea that everybody else is a big fibber but himself and sometimes he's doubtful about himself. They fuss and they fight and offer to chew each others gum boots up and soon they're all calm again. When they calmed down though this time they appointed me Sandy Claws' with all the privileges and rights of the aforesaid office. I took it as a joke, for to me Sandy Claws. is the biggest, jolllest, roundest fellow on earth. I'm big up and down two pillows will do the rest. I'm jolly and I'd be 'round every now and then. They had a suit according to Lige and if I'd fill it Hully be to Peter! Up to December 21 it was a laughing matter, but right then it be-,

came a terrible reality. Sandy Claws! Gosh! Let's skip over those days and come to Chrismus Eve. Chrismus Eve was a jolly night; out of doors it was clear and snapp'y. The moon glistened as it fell softly on the freshly fallen snow and turned all Pearidge into a palace carpeted with diamonds. Voices came sounding across the wastes of snow accompanied with the steady crunch-crunch of horsehoofs as the horses drew the sleigh along the well packed path. Every thing was lovely out of doors I was in doors! In doors, the little four by eight church was jammed. Big people and little people sat on everything from window ledges to the floor. In the front row, next to the Chrismus tree, sat mothers with the members of the cradle roll on their laps. That tree! Honest Al, it was beautiful. There was enough popcorn on that tree to feed an army. There was enough cotton to imitate snow on that tree to keep the Red Cross in essentials from 1919 to 1999. There was enough decoration on that tree to buy up a whole Liberty Loan. And, Al, there was enough candles on that tree to light the whole metropolis for a week, and all of them were going at once! But on with the Btory! I was back of the scenes with a

pillow of feathers between me and my belt. The red suit was a fair fit The boats were rather small and the whiskers fit like every thing. But I was nervous, the bag of candy I had at my side imported candy from Fears and Twobucks. I had one consulation. A Miss Mehitable Cornfoot sang a be-p-a-ti ful vocal solo. I knew if she could get away with that I could fool the people with anything. Her voice was beautiful and plump like old Tabby's along about 1 a. m. on the back fence. The word3 ran some thing like this: Listen my children, listen my dears, While I tell you of Sandy Claws; He's a jolly old fellow as sweet as you please, With fur-lined gloves on his paws. His reindeers are glossy as they glide along As they glide over the snow. They wear out the runners As along they quickly go And now, little children, : Men, women and boys You must all be so good Or you'll get no toys. And it ran on at considerable length. Who wrote it must have studied literature at an agriculture school. Its rythm fitted her voice for she stopped after she had them going quickly and had a cadenza. She trilled and trilled and then ran up and down scales till it scounded like a regular toboggan party. At last she struck an extra high note and held It until everybody wondered what became of the sleigh and Sandy Claws. The effect was wonderful, Al, It woke up the church and everybody like to killed each other. Reverend Ligu got up and prayed that we would have many other Chrismuses and hoped that next year crops would be plentiful and the crows stayed away. He loved

the cows and chickens, but he hated crows. Then I came id! I was supposed to crawl upon a ladder back of the scenes and come down a make believe chimney. As I stood on top of that ladder awaiting my cue, I noticed a thread. I took hold of it and pulled it and well, All, I still had the cover to that pillow, but I had pulled the end out of the pilow and out on the floor went all those feathers. It was the most dramatic instant

in the history of the Pearidge 'Pis copal church. The hul atmosphere was flooded with fetlfers. But then and there I decided to make a success. Altho my tummy was sadly bereft of its roundness, I climbed down the ladder onto the stage. Everyone seemed delighted with my appearance til I had forgot the candy. That was the saddest moment in mjr life. From every nook and corner faces of children questioned my mission. Quickly I scrambled up that chimney, but too quickly and down sping, spang into the tree I fell. My celluloid boots exploded and the air was full of music furnished by the cradle roll. It was a nightmare! Every where was turmoil oh, well! Now, Al, Chrismus is Chrismus, but there haint no Sandy Claws, but the real for Bure one. We never see the real for sure one hecause happiness comes best from unknown sources. I'm only human Al, and I landed that town into a turmoil. I left that town early next morning! Pearidge must get some other fellow to play Sandy Claws, but for me Hully Chrismus! Claude G. Miller. Elenora's Kitten Once there was a little girl whose name was Elenora and she had a kitten named Snowball. Elenora and Snowball was sitting in front of the fireplace waiting for Santa Claus. She had hung her stocking up. There is a red hot fire in the fire place and Elenora wonders if Santa can come down. Her little kitten is thinking about what it is going to get too. While she was waiting she and her kitten went to sleep and dreamed about what they would get And when she woke up the next morning she was in her own little bed. So she didn't get to see Santa after all. Frances BurdsalL 6A Grade, Sevastopol school. WHY NOT? If you ever see anything you don't like, just follow the directions of this word Kwitchergroulyn. Claim Longfellow. Finley School. Age 12 years. AMONG THE FLOWERS. First Scout: Do nuts grow on trees? Second Scout: "Sure. First Scout: "Then on what tree does the doughnut grow?" Second Scout: "The pantry. Boy's Life for October.

WORK FOR BOY SCOUTS. The slogan "The War is ended, hut our work is not" carried by scouts In their Victory Parade in New York, expresses a great fact The evidence Is that Scouts- and Seout officials throughout the whole country have taken just this attitude. The Boy Scouts of America adapted themselves quickly to the demands of the war and their services at home have been commended by our national leaders, almost as highly as that performed by their fathers and older brothers overseas. We must adapt ourselves now as quickly to the problems of peace. Until every soldier is home we must co-operate to the best of our ability with our Government and those civilian organizations which are keeping our boys comfortable and happy. They have harder tasks now that the pressure is off. The United Wark Work campaign pledges must be paid in full. The Red Cross must have our help during the Christmas roll cat Our Government must be supported in its program to secure money through War Savings Stamps and Liberty Loans. Scouting.

Sly Santa Clans All the house was asleep, An the fire, burning low, When from far up the chimney Came down a "Ho! Ho!" And a little round man, With a terrible scratching,. Dropped into the room With a wink that was catching. Yes, down he came bumping, And thumping and jumping, And picking himself up without sign of a bruise! "Ho! Ho!" he kept on, As if bursting with cheer, ' "Good children, gay children, Glad children, come here! I have brought you fine dolls. And gay trumpets and rings, Noah's arks, and bright skates. And a host of good things! I have brought a whole sackful, -A packful, a hack ful! Come hither, come hither, come hither and choose! "Ho! Ho! What is this? Why they all are asleep! But their stockings are up, And my presents will keep! So, in with candles, The books and the toys; Alt the goodies I have Fort the good girls and boys. Ill ram them, and jam them. And slam them and cram them. All the stockings will hold while the tired youngsters snooze." All the while his round shoulders Kept ducking and ducking; And his little fat fingers Kept tucking and tucking; Until every stocking Bulged out on the wall, As if it were bursting And ready to fall. And then all at once, With a whisk and a whistle And twisting himself Like a tough piece of gristle, He bounced up again, Like the down of a thistle, And nothing was left but the prints of his shoes. Selected. DOCTORING A DOCTOR. "Anything I can do for you? asked a surgeon as he passed the bed of a smiling, but badly wounded soldier. "Yes, doctor, perhaps yon can tell me something I'd very much like to know," answered "Sammies "Fire ahead." replied the doctor. "What is it?" "Well, doctor, when one doctor doctors another doctor, does the doctor doing the doctoring , doctor the other doctor as the doctor wants to he doctored, or does the doctor doing the doctoring doctor the other doctor as the doctor doing the doctoring wants to be doctored r Boys' Life.