Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 43, Number 350, 28 December 1918 — Page 10

FAGS TWO

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM. DEC. 28.-191$

Kitten and Her

In the first place her truly name wasn't Kitten at all. of course not, fiAr rani nam w a rinrla that what her aunts and her great aunts, who thought It a Tery Important matter. Insisted upon calling her. But, whether it was on account of : her dear little ways her long curls, which covered her always bobbing little head, her gentle blue eyes, or nst because- of her loveable, playlul self, whatever is was, from her tiniest years, mother, father, grandmother and Uncle Bob (so big and Jolly) and ail of Doris' friends. litUe and big. had called her, "Kitten." , Right across the street from Kitten lived her dearest playmate, William Baxter, or as she always said It. Wilyum, and he was as fine a little fellow as ever lived. And Wilyum had a dog. Now these children had the kind est parents in the world, who knew that the birds and flowers and day ' itself, told the time when children that were not yet ten years old, should go to bed. So they-went to bed regularly every night in the year at eight o'clock, that Is, every night in the year except one, and that night was New Tear s eve. The mothers always promised the children that they might stay up to hear the chimes ring the "old year out and the new year in," but this was granted on one condition, that Kitten and Wilyum took a long nap from four to six o'clock in the afternoon. : On this special last day of Decern ber, Wilyum and his dog, Jip, came over to Kitten's house to spend the afternoon. They had the most wonderful time playing with their Christmas circus with Jip as the Ring leader, or at least having a very important part in the circur. They gave a parade and one com plete performance and were in the midst of the second when Mrs. Allen (for that's Kitten's last name) and Mrs. Baxter came up to the room where the children were play ing and announced that in five minutes the train would leave for tha Tjtnri vf Mnil and that a nortaln Master Wilyum and a certain little Kitten were .destined to be passen gers. .The children knew that if they wanted to see Master 1919 come in, there was only one thing to do. and that was to get on that train and go to the Land of Nod. where so many other little boys and girls were, at that very minute. So they obediently put away the circus and went to Deo, ana wuyum was, oh, so fast asleep before 200 seconds had passed. , With Kitten, on this afternoon, it was different. She was lying on her mother's bed (this was always a treat) and her eyes wandered to the bright draperies that hung at the windows. She had always thought they were beautiful, and

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Watch Party

somehow, this afternoon, they attracted all her attention again. They were covered with beautiful, big birds and lovely, soft-colored flowers and leaves. She watched them closely and counted how many different flowers came between two pictures of the same bird; and wondered how many of those beautiful, long-tailed birds it would take to fill a cage as big as the Immense cage she saw last summer In Forest Park which contained so many birds. And so it went Kitten's lively little thoughts jumped about from one thing to another and took all her attention, until, much to her surprise, she heard her mother's and Mrs. Baxter's voices as they were coming up stairs. They awak ened Wilyum in the next room: and it took some minutes to do this for Wilyum was having such a splendid time in the Land of Nod. Then she closed her eyes and acted as if she were asleep and then they wakened her. " ' ' ' Within the next half hour, they were dressed all spick and span again and then they all went downstaairs where they joined the Dad dies, who had just returned from the city, and then they went to sup per. After supper came the usual story hournothing interfered with that when they all gathered around the fireplace and listened so quietly as first, Mrs. Allen and then Mr. Baxter told the most interesting stories. Then the children were al lowed to get their games out. They both had their toy automobiles and they harnessed Jip to the scrap basket and took a trip to "Somewhere In France," Uncle Bob was that very minute and so they were having a wonderful time. But by nine-thirty o'clock. Kitten began to grow tired, and we who know how she spent the afternoon, i will just look wise and keep silent 1 By the time another hour had passed, she could stand it no longer. Daddy noticed it too and called. "Come, Kitten, cuddle up in my arms for awhile." "Well, I guess, I will deep just fifteen minutes," said Kitten. "We will call you when It is time for -the New Year to come in," replied father. Wilyum looked surprised, and, it must be owned, a little disgusted. The Idea of not being able to it up till midnight! But then, William had slept all afternoon. "Sing me the Dilsey song, Daddy," she pleaded. And Daddy hummed the funny little song slowly and softly. Then Kitten began to see something very strange. All around her is a great open country, covered very thickly with snow. To one side rises an immense hill with a very fine snow track already made

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in it; but no one was in sight Suddenly she hears a merry shout and a boisterous newcomer appears on the scene. A small, laughing boy rushes in, drops down a sled, falls on top of It and comes swiftly flying down the hill. How lightly and beautifully the little sled with its happy little load comes skimming down: the smooth, snow track! It stops amost at her feet, and the little rogue Jumps off, bows in a most courtly fashion, his blue eyes twinkling gayly all the while, and immediately they are friends. "C'mon. and slide with me. It's the greatest sport!" said the little fellow. "Oh. I should say. I would." Kitten replied jumping for joy, "but who are you?" "Hee-hee, you don't know me yet, but you will. And you win like me, too! I am but that is too formal my nickname is just 19. Now let's slide!" And they ran up the hill. Up at the top they dropped the sled again and both climbed on it.

Crowd at Rome celebrating peace.

Their eyes were bright with the happy anticipation, their little hearts were gay and the blood was rushing joyously in their veins. Then they started down But just then came a voice, "Wake up. Old Mr. 1918 is leaving in a big hurry, and here comes 1919 tripping in Wilyum sees him! Hear the chimes!" "Why, I saw him I saw 1919 and slid down the hill with him and " started Kitten sleepily, bue she was interrupted by a laugh. Then everyone called, "Happy Now Tear! Happy New Year!" Evpn Jip had become aroused too, and jumped around excitedly barking, "Yip-pp-ylp! Yip-pp-p yipyip!" which, as all who are well acquainted with dogs know, means "Happy New Year." Santa Clans and the Chickadee The North Wind blew his trumpet shrill. The Snowflakes danced with glee; The Ice King donned his Jeweled cap, "We'll be In time!" cried he. Then through the air they hurried fast, These friends so blithe and gay,And waited for old Santa Claus To jump into his sleigh. The North Wind tweaked old . Santa's nose; The Ice King chilled his feet; The merry Snowflakes ran. a race Beside the reindeer fleet. And when at length the ride was o'er, Old Santa stopped his sleigh: "My friends." quoth he, "it takes as all To make a Christmas day." Just then a little chickadee Perched on the reindeer's head. And as he sang his blithesome song Old Santa, mnsing. said: "One thing I had almost forgot, Some birds like Christmas, too. He pulled his furs up round his ears And mused: "What shall I do Then of a sudden he looked wise. And fumbled round his sleigh. And grinned and Bald:' "I thought I had Some bird-seed stowed away." The chickadee threw back his head And sang: "Chick chickadee! There'd been no Christmas for the birds Had it not been tor me." Selected. The nightingale's heard a mile. voice ran be

PEACE HAD COME

A SONG OF WINTER Gdne are the bluebird and robin. Gone is the buzzing bee, Gone are the violets and daisies. Even the leaves from the tree. I Yet is my heart full of cheer, For Winter is here. Frosted are pavement and window; Frozen are pond and brook. Snowflakes ate falling by thousands. We are in fairyland look! Elfins were working last night, Preparing this sight. Put on your great coat and mittens. Bring out your Christmas sled. Hear the sweet sleigh-bells a-jing-ling. All other noises have fled. Now let your glad voices ring. For Winter is king. 1 MORE EFFECTIVE "Much bothered with tramps out your way?" "I was until I tacked up a sign on my gate." "Ah! 'Beware of the dog.' I sup pose." "Oh, no. Simpley 'Farm Help Wanted.' " Why is bread like the sun? It rises in the yeast and sets under the vest. TWO GRINS . Faker "What do yoa do when f ou get in deep water for speeding?" Elgie "Send tor a friend to bail me out." HE HAD IT RIGHT Conscientious Objector "Shooting at those targets makes me realize how awful war will be. I'd die before I'd kill a man." Officer (who has watched him shoot) "You certainly would." Blind British soldiers and sailors who had learned to row at Saint Dunstan's Hostel, took part in a series of races at the Marlow Rowing club sterred by the sisters of St Dunstan's. There were 21 single scull entries. - Boy Scout troops have been organized through the Red Cross la the Holy Land. A recent letter from a little Porto Rican school boy reads, "It you like me to sold some, the people like the Red Cross buttons here."

Every Cross!

Junior join the Red