Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 44, Number 65, 25 January 1919 — Page 15

THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM tm? PVlt65 t0,be rePrrs and contributors. News iriSnni DtS' WaDt adverlisement8, stories, local jokes and S inSr ceptable and will be published. Articles should !5d ? Aand. ,?Q f,de 01 the paPer wlth the ""' name anin! ndK ,AUDt Po,!y 13 a,ways Klad t0 meet the children perlPft?.aM hey bwg thelrrtlcle9 t0 Th0 Palladium office, or to receive letters addressed to the Junior Editor. This is your little newsDaneand we hope each hoy and girl will use it thoroughly newspape. Character of the War

If you asked your grandmother and grandfather what kind of clothes they wore when they were your age they would be quite a little different from the clothes that you wear now. And if you could find out what their parents wore when they were the same age, they would be more different, and that's the way it goes, so many changes and yet things are really still the same. Clothes are just clothes and are worn by boys and girls who though, living a hundred years or more apart, are very much alike, after all. That's the way it is with the Great War it is still the same old ugly war, a thing that is cruel and hateful, but it is dressed up in difclothes and stalks forth with a different gait to ruin and destroy great numbers of people and all the industry and art that their hands have made. All kinds of new ideas of scientists, inventors and other thinkers have been used to make the dress of the war very different from that worn by its predecessors, although many are the styles revived from ancient times. You have read about them; the great system of deep, narrow trenches, underground rooms made of timber and concrete as bomb proof shelter, the miles and miles of barbed wire entanglements, shell craters, hand grenades, mining, trench mortars, steel helmets and gas masks. We have perhaps seen some of these things, at least pie tures of them. The "pil boxes," gun emplacements made of steel and concrete which are defended by men with magazine rifles and machine guns, have been an important part of the fighting system. Our other new word which we say so proudly, "camouflage," was far more than a word to the fighting men. It has been used with trains and boats, hills, trenches, cannon, In fact with almost everything that the soldiers used, and with every place where they fought. , It is simply a great j Dig April oois men. uememoer the time you tied up a brick to look like a beautiful present (or perhaps you didn't do it) and then someone tried to pick it up. That's all "camouflage" is, making something "look like what it ain't," but It certainly was successful. And guns! There were all kinds of guns which were used in all kinds of ways. Some were used for smashing . steel and concrete fortifications, Bome for destroying wire entanglements, some for slow siege firing, and some for rapid-firing. The French word "barrage" has become a part of our language, too, and just means a barrier, made by shell fire to cover or ward off an attack. Other new things used in fighting are "tanks" and the poison gas and liquid fire, which cause so much suffering.' Balloons and airplanes of all kinds have been used for observation, scouting, directing, firing, and bombing undefended towns. The Germans acknowledge, that their airplanes and submarines fell far short of the destruction they hoped these inventions could accomplish. Automobiles and trucks are used by the thousands in moving the great numbers of men and the immense quantity of supplies. The wireless telegraph and telephone have played an important part In waging war. Besides all these lifeless things that have played such Important parts In the carrying on of the war at the front, there are the thousands of our four-footed and feathered friends, the dogs, the canaries and the pigeons which have saved so many, many lives, even at the cost of their own. . Then the mobilization of the people who stayed at home, the older and the younger men, the women, and the boys and girls, for keeping up the nation's Industry, solving the food problems, the finan cial problems, has been accom

plished on a greater scale in this war than ever before. That was our little "bit," that was all we could do, we who sat at home or walked and played on the same, old familiar streets, just aching to do something or other, when we had to do the other, but it had to be done, and it isn't anything like finished yet, and we're glad it Isn't because we enjoy all of the work, the gardening, the knitting, and even the oleomargarine and the corn bread. It was all these things that made this war look so different from all the other wars; and yet we know it is the same old person, whose presence brings sorrow and suffering to everyone and whom we would be glad never to see again.

A Successful Rabbit Hunt "Come on, Gard; we're going after some rabbits." So spoke in j chorus some tour or nve Doys armed with a rusty old axe and having as their trusty helpmates two dog3 which were renowned as "rabbit ketchers." I went. We reached our hunting grounds all right, and after much "sicing" of the dogs on promising looking' holes, we found one which had something in it, though we could not say whether it was a rabbit or a field mouse. Then we set one of the dogs to work digging it out. It was a long, weary job. or we judged so from the panting, sweating dog. After he had dug for nearly twenty feet along the course of the hole, we were surprised and delighted to see the other dog ! come around the corner of a fence with a beauty in his jaws." "Hurray," we all shouted. While we were engaged In admiring the catch we were startled by hearing the rlosr we had left dieeine. break out in fierce and noisy barks. Looking) around, we saw he had dug his quarry out, too. Down to the pond ran the rabbit with two dogs after it. The dog which had dug it out was unable to keep up with it; but with a rush, the other one came close to the pursued animal, and with a snap of his jaws, ended the life of anothor cottontail. - Now the dog that had done all the work of digging it out didn't like this, so when his rival started proudly to carry his catch to his master, what did the diserruntled one do but pitch into "Dutch" in the effort to regain his rightful prize! The fight didn't last long though, for the dogs were separated, petted and each given hl3 share of the praise. ' So thus ended the only hunt In which the bunch was so lucky as to get not a single creature, but two. Lone Scout. Tiptoe March All on tiptoe all on tiptoe, Up the stairs the children come; All on tiptoe all on tiptoe. Making not the slightest hum; Thro' the hallway, in the door, O'er the velvet carpet floor; All on tiptoe hear them creep, For the baby Is asleep! All on tiptoe all on tiptoe. In the nursery still they glide; All on tiptoe all on tiptoe. Where the hanging night-clothes hide; Swift undressed and swift to bed, Softly rest each sleepy head; All on tiptoe in we peep, For the nursery Is alseep. Sent in by Maraguerite Muckridge. 'It doesn't seem right,' said the man with worn-out shoes. "What doesn't seem right?" "That a mere cow can afford to wear all that leather." A patch la often a sign of poverty, but not when It Is a strawberry patch.

RICHMOND PALLAuiuM, SAi., Zj.

Just a Greeting From Gen. Pershing But it Was Censored Like Other Mail

GxirsnAX 7) -r i Senator

Two interesting features of this Christmas card from General John J. Pershing, commander of the American expeditionary forces, to Senator and Mrs. Lawrence Y. Sherman are the censor's stamp and the almost girlish handwriting of the general. It seems odd that the handwriting of a stern fighter like General Pershing should be so dainty.

Alices Visit to the Stars "I'm so sleepy," said Alice as she trudged upstairs, dragging the much beloved, though much abused Sarah Jane (her doll) along beside her, holding her by one loosely attached arm. "Well, hurry along then dear," urged Aunt Elsie, from the top of the stairway, "daddy and mother told me to be sure that Alice was in bed by eight o'clock, and It's after seven, now. Little Billy is 1 already sound asleep. If you want a story, you had better hurry." And then, as she took Alice up on her lap, and began undressing her, she continued, "What story shall it be?" "Oh, aunty, tell me about Puss in Boots," begged Alice, though she had probably heard that very same story a hundred times. But tonight Alice almost went to sleep before her adored Puss had brought his good little master all the treasures and jewels and the honor of a king almost (but not quite). When tho story was finished, they went to the window, opened it and looked out at the stars. There were millions of them so bright, bo "twinkly," so beautiful. "Where do they all come from Aunt Elsie?" questioned Alice, "and where do they go when night's over?" They dance away to bed, dear, as soon as daylight begins to come," answered her aunt. Then Alice, kneeling down beside her little bed, breathed a happy little prayer to the Father that loves all his children so dearly, and after that she climbed into bed, a very happy, but a very, very tired little girl. Aunt Elsie tucked the covers up close around her, gave her a final goodnight kiss, and then turned out the light, raised the windows and went down stairs to Uncle Bob. "Why, hello, who are you?" Alice found herself saying to a funny, round-headed little dwarf most curious of all. the dwarf was yellow yellow skin and all dressed In a yellow suit, besides. "I'm Twinkle here on this star Twinkle John is my whole name," and he tried to look very impressive and important. But Alice just wanted to laugh, because he loolied so funny. She noticed he didn't have any eyebrows or eyelashes at all. She didn't laugh,' though, for somehow she felt that she oughtn't to laugh just then.

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JPermwco ..,...., deling rrorn Gen. Pershing to Sherman. "On this star?" she started to ask In great surprise. "Yes, hie there, you'll go off that point just Lke those stupid earth travelers," he muttered to himself. "Come into the middle here where there's plenty of room." And Alice nearly fell over, running toward he middle of the star, she was so surprised and frightened. Looking around she saw that she was on a great, big yellow star, so bright that it shone, like gold and there were hundreds and thousands of stars almost like it, around her. "Where's C7 home?" asked Alice. And there was a big something rising in her throat, and the next minute she would have been in tears, it Twinkle had not said, brusquely, "'There, you go! Salt water will melt these star caves, and then pretty soon, the whole star, so if you cry we'll just have to push you off the ifth point there. Your home's way down on earth. Now, there, don't you dare cry. Remember the fifth point!" "Ye-es," gulped Alice, now too scared to cry. "But would you mind telling me how many people live on this star, and are they all like you?" "Two hundred' of them and all very much alike," was the quick retort, "here some of them come for their midnight dance. If you stand here and don't say anything, you may watch them." So Alice watched them dance the wonderful star numphs swaying to and fro. beautifully, gracefully to the music of the spheres, which is only heard way up in the region of the stars, but which Is very beautiful. The Star Queen led them. They danced and danced. Then suddenly the Star Queen spoke to the nymphs: "There It comes the first daylight. Let us fly." "Hie there, get off,' called out the rude Twinkle John, "we vanish now into the land of dreams, and you earth visitors have to return to your own land. You're a good deal of a baby, but still you're not so bad. You might come again to see us," he finished, in a rough attempt at friendliness. "No, thanks," Alice called back as she fell and fell and fell through miles and miles of space. Of coure she had really just fallen out of bed, and Uncle Bob and Aunt Elsie who came rushing upstairs, said it had all been a dream. However, Alice is sure she visited the stars and saw them dancing and heard that wonderful music She thinks, though, that

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Youngest Member of Cincy's Orchestra It seems that most of our violin artists, now, are Russian, and that is where Samuel Shklar was born, too. .Of course he isn't an artist yet he is only eighteen yeaja old but he Is certainly putting himself on the road to Artlstdom. While he was living in Virginia in rather hard circumstances, he was "discovered" and brought westward. He became a pupil of Professor Heerman of New Paris, and afterward became a member of the Cincinnati Symphony Orchestra, which is a very unusual organization, though we do not realize it, because it happens to be in Cincinnati, and Cincinnati Is so close to us. Shklar is the youngest member of that orchestra, and has left with them to make a tour of the south. Since Cincinnati is such a little distance from here, we hope that Richmond will again be able to bring this splendid orchestra here, and then perhaps we will see this young violinist and hear him play. THE PHILOSOPHY OF JONES SECUNDUS Oh, give to me plenty of Henty! And let me have oceans of notions For passing time dally so gaily That everything rotten is forgotten To say I like cramming is slamming. I'm not at all pat in my Latin; But reckon old Caesar 's a teaser, And think that MacMillan 's a villlan. And he who endorses his "Courses" Is lost for a season to reason. Let other kids clamour for grammar, ' I go "off my rocker" at Soccer; -I stick to my, wicket at cricket. And handle a rifle a trifle, And fain would be striving at driving. For knowledge scholastic I don't care a jot, And "tuppence" is all I would give for the lot. (When Jones' teacher found his philosophy, he answered the follow ing:) Oh, Jones secundus, pray be gentle, -And less unkind to virtues mental. Your scheme of life, to us confided Is just a little bit lop-sided! To swim and shoot and play at cricket Is grand there isn't much to lick it; But brains in life's great fight are needed, And study can't be superseded! If with success you would be crowned, A good man you must be all round. Boys Own Paper. A SIMPLE DRESS FOR THE "LITTLE TOT." Address City Size Address Pattern Department, Palladium.

after this, she'd rather look at the beautiful stars and admire them from the earth. She doesn't care to visit them again, especially the rather rude and very teasing Twinkle John, "any more ever," she says. By Alloa's Friend.