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OUR CAMP. We have a little camp, consisting of two log cabins and a big Dro place. We go out to explore .round the camp every once in a while and find different things. We often sit around the fireplace and carve things. Each one of us has a big club, a piece for 6afety first in the camp and for when we go exploring. We have our camp down in a valley and we expect to have some fun sliding down those hills in the winter time. The club consists of about five boys, all about the same age. John Newland. Starr School.

HIPPITY HOP. Hippity hop! To the barber shop, This horse of mine He will not stop. I'll buy a stick of candy, One for you And ono for me. And one for my dog, Dandy. I. M. M. Starr School. SMILES. Smile awhile and while you smile Another'U smile; And soon there's miles and miles Of Smiles; And life's worth while Because you smile. Sent in by Archie Brehm. 5A, Sevastopol School EXCHANGE COLUMN Open to All Boya and Girls. These Ada Cost You Nothing; Send In Your "Wants" to The Palladium Junior. LOST Watch fob, leather back-1 ground, with upraised penny and Indian. If found, please return to 407 N. 19th Btreet or phone 4322. LOST A grey kitten three months old. Answers to name Billy. Anyone finding Billy, please return to 22 North 21st Street FOR SALE One pair of good roller skates and two telegraph sounders with places for keys. Will sell for less than half price. Call at 26 South 11th street, or phone 1510W ANTED To buy two pair of good roller skates; sizes 10 and 14 inches. George Dietrick, 515 S. 10th. LOST Cuff button. See 610 So. E street. Phone 2110. WANTED To trade a pair of ice . skates for a pair of roller skates. ' phone 1580. WANTED Position of caring for babies and STnall children after school and on Saturday, by a girl age thirteen. Phone 2828 or call 206 North Ninth street. LOST Green hat cord. Return to Leoline KIus. 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 t see William F. Gilmore at . once. LOST Receipt for $1.80 in envelope. Also contained list of names. If found, return to 128 Richmond avenue. WANTED A white giant male rabbit Call at 133 South 5th street. FOR SALE OR TRADE - Foreign stamps. George Whitesell, 1215 S. C. Street WANTED To trade a pair of Ice skates for a pair of roller skates. Phone 1580. LOST A girl's pocketbook with Mae Morris printed on it In gold letters. If found, please return to 617 N. W. 1st street or leave at the Junior Palladium office. WANTED Doll wigs to make. Call 111 North Third street, or , phona MIL

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Big Bertha Silent, Children of Paris Play Again

PARIS, Jan. 19. It Is Sunday afternoon and where do you think I am? Standing in front of an open air Punch and Judy show. The Guignol Theater In full operation once more! Beside me stand two American M. P.'s (not members of , Parliament but metropolitan po-j lice). The are trying to look dig-, nified, are grinning from ear to car, j perhaps at the shrill laughter of the i kiddies, perhaps because Just men Mr. Punch's dog turns tables on him and grabs the big stick out of his hand. "Well," says the M. P., "I suppose that show's as old as they make 'em!" Yes, Punch and Judy I believe can claim to be as old as the oldest minstrel Joke, yet it is ever young to the children. The place in front of the little booth has low benches and these are filled with little folk with beaming faces. The noise sounds as If we stood by a large cage of chirping canaries. It is not Just an ordinary Punch and Judy show, Just an ordinary occasion. It has a far greater significance. It means the children are back in Paris. It means a world made decent for "little ones once more. Old Friends Again. All the old-time friends are there along the Champs-Klysees. There are the toy booths hung with Jumping ropes, hoops, whips, whistles, balls, wooden animals, dolls, tops. There are booths with chocolate, a bit of candy, mostly figs, dates and honey or saccharine, but still 'tis candy; there is dry bread, of course the way a French child chews away on dry bread never fails to astonish an American. There are little cakes of the kind the prefet of the police allows. , The very small merry-go-round with the wooden ponies Is going discreetly round and round laden with children. Bigger brothers and sisters walk sedately by the side of the riders. There is no music, but Judging by the eyes of the children, it is great, wonderful, splendid. The goat wagons stand "all saddled, all bridled," waiting for patrons. Each goat wears a dark blue jacket with a monogram on it. And the donkey lady, oh do not forget the donkey lady. She comes walking down a side street, so tall, straight, erect her huge knot of black hair topped by a man's hat of black felt Trailing after are

the cunningest donkeys ever seen any where. So tiny I feel I could pick one up and carry him under my arm without any trouble. They are snow white and thoir scarlet bridles with long tassels are hung with silvery bells. They, too, wear blankets of blue cloth. There are ten of them walking in pairs. I wish I could stop and see them when the kiddies are on their backs but haven't the time. I can just hear some lofty American say; "Well, I don't see any thing for these kids to go crazy i over in all this. We have twice as ) many toys, and a hundred times as j many shows for kids in the United States. You can't get me excited over these French kld3 and their toys!" Those Four Years. That is because you do not understand, Mr. U. S. A., that thi3 is the first time these very small French children have enjoyed even these simple pleasures. -Think of what four years and a half means in the life of a child under 7 years of age. Four years and a half spent under the shadow of the great anxiety which has dominated his mother! Four years and a half wherein he never saw his mother or his grandmother, or his aunties smile, never heard their voices ring out in joyous laughter or in song! It hasn't left him much time, especially if he is a war baby, and was born after the hostilities began. He probably had toys and played quietly with them by himself. But he did not mingle with other kiddies playing games, exchanging toys, seeing "Punch and Judy" and all the sights especially planned for the children of Paris along the broad Champs-Elysees. There were no children in the streets when I arived In Paris last August In fact Paris might have been called a deserted city, though, of course, no one mentioned the fact in letters home. The truth is, however, that the government requested that the children be taken away from the city. The bombardment of the Big Bertha by day and the airplanes by night had been going on for wef ka. Think of a child being caught np out of his warm bed and carried hurriedly whimpering or crying with fear down Into a cold cellar, there to hear the awful sounds of the bombs dropping from the airplane, the shots from the barrage

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?uns, perhaps the crashing of walls is shots struck home. Bare Knees in Winter. Perhaps you think it did not look like a new world the' afternoon I strolled down one of the broad paths of the Bois DeBoulogne and saw happy children all about me! There is something so frail and ethereal about these French kiddies I can think of them as nothing more or less than animated dolls. Bare knees and short stockings are the rule even in cold weather, but fur coats, mostly white fur, caps, tippets make up for the lack of covering on the knees. Curls are the fashion for littlo girls. Correspondent Indianapolis Star. Not Going to be a Goose Every one seems pleased today; They laugh a3 I pass on the way. I'm goin' to school 'cause what's the use To grow up big a stupid goose. I'll hurry up an not be late, Tho' folks smile at me, I'll not wait, An' teacher dear will say "That's fine, To see a little girl in time!" An' when I'm big some day, you'll SCO 'At no one will be as "smart" as me. Martha E. Johnson. A LITTLE BOY. Once their was a little boy and he was very poor. When his birthday came, a boy living near him gave him a wagon. He was happy and when he was a great big boy, he saw this other boy and they were good friends, and one day they found out that they were cousins. Stella II. Ebert 4A, Finlcy SchooL A LITTLE BOY. Once there was a little boy and his name was Robert. He lived in town and his mother and father were dead, and he had no friends, so he did not know what to do. Somebody came up to him and ho said he had no father nor mother, and she said for him to come with her, and she would find him a home. She found him a homo and he lived happy ever after. Stella Ebert 4A, Flnley School ,rv7hat caused the death of Mary Murphy?" , s ; "She dreamed she was a frog and croaked."

Playing Pollyanna Next morning at the breakfast table, Mary Jane was introduced to Pollyanna's husband, Jiuiuiio. Mary Jane started by saying: "Pleased to meet you, Mr. " "No Mr. me. I'm just plain Jimmle," said that person. After breakfast Mary Jane wa3 told to put her blue silk dress on because they were going visiting. "Who are we going to see, mother?" she asked. "Mrs. Carew," answered mother, "Or rather Mrs. John Pendleton, now." "O, do you mean Jimmie's aunt?" she asked. "That's the very person," answered mother. "O, goody," shouted Mary Jane, "And is Jamie there?" "No," answered mother. "He lives about a mile from her." Just then Pollyana came in. "Are you ready to go?" she asked. "Yes, I guess we are," replied mother. In about fifteen minutes they stepped out of t'.ie automobile in front of a beautiful mansion. "Is this the place?" asked Mary Jane. "Yes this is the place," answered Pollyanna. They ascended a long flight of step3 that led to the front veranda. FoUyanna knocked at the door and when the maid opened it she said: "Is Aunt Ruth home?" "Yes'm, Mrs. Pollyanna, she all is here." answered Mary, the maid. "Step right in dis here way." Mary Jane didn't have long to wait to see Pollyanna's Aunt Ruth, for in a few minutes she came into the room where Mary Jane was. "If here isn't my Pollyanna again," said Aunt Ruth, "and who are your friends?" "This is Mrs. Crossburt, and her daughter, Mary Jane, who is playing the glad game," said Pollyanna. "So she is playing it too, is she?" inquired Aunt Ruth. "Well, you just keep it up, my dear." Mary Jane found many things to interest her in this big house, and when it was time to go home, Mary Jane did not want to. "You must let her come many times, yet, before you go home, Mrs. Crossburt" said Aunt Ruth. "And beBides I love to have her company." "indeed I will, Aunt Ruth, and

I'm sure Mary Jane will want to come," assured Mrs. Crossburt. At the dinner table, Mary Jane told Jimmie all about it. "O, Jirnniie, I'm so glad mother brought me here, and so glad that the book of 'Pollyanna' is real, aren't you?" she asked. "Yes mam'm, I am, for if Pollyanna wasn't real, I don't know what the kiddies and me would do," said Jimmie. "Nor I either," said Mary Jane. After dinner they drove out to Belleviow Park. There Mary Jano had the time of her life. There wa3 everything for a child's amusement. It was a big play ground with slides, swings, strides, saudpiles, merry-go-rounds, teeters, and everything to amuse a child. Before going to bed that night Mary Jane wrote the following letter to her Aunt Mae. New York, N. Y. Feb. 30, 1919. 216 North Broadway. Dearest Aunt Mae: How I wish you were up here enjoying what I am. Pollyanna is certainly lovely. She has two little girls; one 13 named Pollyanna, Jr., after her mother and the other Is named Gladys, and she is just beginning to learn how to play the "glad game." Pollyanna's husband, Jimmie, is always joking and teasing me, but I like that. I have met Mrs. John Pedletown (Mrs. Carew). I call her Aunt Ruth, sho said she wanted me to. Tomorrow I am going to see Jamie. Pollyanna says that he has ono little boy named John, after his Uncle John. I can't hardly wait till tomorrow comes to Bee him. It seems so queer that I am really with the people in tho book. Pollyanna said that tho author of the "Pollyanna Books" lives right here in New York, and that she will take me to see her before I go home. When I get back home I am going to start the "glad game." I must get to bed now, and I am going with a "glad, glad, glad heart." Good bye and good night. From your glad, glad, v Mary Jane.