Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 44, Number 107, 15 March 1919 — Page 15

THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM WEEKLY SECTION OF RICHMOND PALLADIUM - RICHMOND, IND.. SATURDAY, MARCH 15, 1919

Can We Really Listen to Mask "Long, long ago people began listening for pretty sounds, you know," Raid Miss Pulliver, the interesting lady who played Victrolia records last week for Juniors, in a talk to the Junior Editor the other day. "They listened and heard pretty sounds, and then they took a shell and put a string across and made music with that, and that was the very first harp. "An long ago, just as Juniors do today, the boys made whistles out of the maple seeds in the spring time, and that was the beginning of the instruments that today we call woodwinds, as the flute and the clarinet." So music isn't really one bit new. It is as old as the world. For Nature sang lullabies when the earth was young. We are the ones who are learning about music, how to make it and how to understand it. Victrolas Make Listeners To listen really listen, is a wonderful thing, for then we hear many pounds that we never thought lived before, but they have lived all the time, only our poor ears are dull and stupid. "Nine out of ten people listen to one who plays," said Miss Pulliver. "How much fore joy they would have then if they could learn to listen! That is what we want to teach the children, and that, we think, is what the Victrola is so well fitted to do, if it is used right." "There wasn't a Victrola in any school seven years ago, and just in that little time, the talking machine has proved such a valuable thing, that now every town of over 5,00 people has Victrolas in its schools." They c.tn be much more useful in the schools now than they have been, before as she herself has shown us in the schools. For we can really study with them. We can learn to listen so that a Junior of almost any size will know when a flute plays, or a harp, or a violin or a trombone, or any instrument that plays without having to read it on the record. "Many schools where I have gone," she said, "the children cannot tell the difference between a flute or a harp and even between a flute and a drum." But we guess that all the grownups don't know either, for in Indianapolis the other day a man went into the Victrola store and said he wanted to hear some plates played, meaning "records" all the time. Scientific Men Produce Pictures. "Music shows the feeling of a people," Miss Pulliver continued, "and by listening we can imagine what certain people and nations were like by hearing their music, and seeing the different kinds of instruments they played. For instance, the music of New England at the time when the Puritans first came to America is all very Blow and solemn, which is Just what we would expect of those etern hearted, and serious minded Pilgrims. We have all seen pictures of the different musical instruments which are more or less true pictures of the instruments, but we are glad to welcome something new and better. The Victrola company has been busy for some time, making correct pictures of the different instruments that can be used in the class room, and do you know how long it took them to make , these pictures? Three long years! Men who were color experts, went to work very scientifically and planned these pictures, and sent them back again and again until they suited the taste of these experts. Government Chose Sound Expert. "And by the way," Miss Pulliver went on, and since she is especially interested in Victrolas (as we are too) she was proud to it, "you know we have sound experts too, who spend all their time delving (which means digging) into the mysteries of sound. For of course there is lots more to be found out And when the government wanted a sound expert to detect the approach of submarines, they chose the head of this group of sound experts from the Victrola company." Small School Has Big Orchestra. Many of us have our instruments and we like to, or maybe we don't, practise with them every day. And

President Visits His New Grandson, pU Qop on Flvinp Trin to Boat

Little Woodrow Wilson Sayre and his nurse, Miss Ruth Swisher Little Woodrow Wilson Sayre is the newest grandchild of the president. He is the son of Mrs. Francis B. Sayre, the president's youngest daughter, and was born in the Jefferson hospital in Philadelphia. The little fellows illustrious grandfather paid him a visit on Tuesday, when he made a special stop at Philadelphia en route to New York,-where he delivered his address on the League of Nations prior to sailing for France on Wednesday. The photograph shows baby WoodfTw and his nurse in the babys own room, which is next to the one his mother occupies.

many of the Juniors are in an orr chestra. Miss Pulliver found a school in Jackson, with an enrollment of 200 pupils. It is the proud possessor of an orchestra of thirtyeight pieces, which is a bigger orchestra to the size of the school, than any other orchestra Miss Pulliver has found in her wanderings, which are all over the United States. Bigin Early. Miss Pulliver was thoroughly in favor of Miss Edna Marlatt's statement when she said she would like to see children begin to study string instruments in the second and third grades, woodwind instruments in the fourth and fifth grades and the brasses in the grade above that. We Can Listen Too. Are your fingers slow and heavy when you start to play? And are your ears stupid and deaf to real sound when you hear music? We can make our fingers fast and sure by wide awake practice and we can wake up our ears and make ourselves listen and then won't we feel proud when we can make music or when we can sit and listen to good music and hear, really hear, all of it. "It's all such a ! y, my work, with the music and the children," said Miss Pulliver, as the Junior Editor left. A Happy Little Girl Once upon a time there was a little girl named Evelyn. Her father and mother were poor people. They had nothing to eat, but dry bread and milk. Spring came and the birds came, too. One night Evelyn said, "Mother what it there in the world for me to do?" Her mother said, "You can give birds crumbs of dry bread," It was a happy little girl that went to bed that night. Martha Hobson. Joseph Moore SchooL

Twenty Froggies Twenty froggies went n school Down beside a rushy pool, Twenty little coats of green, Twenty vest all white and clean. "We must be in time," said they; "First we study, then we play, That is how we keep the rule, When we froggies go to school." Phyllis Bertha Moss. 1131 Hunt street.

My Sign of Spring Every one's talking of "signs of spring," All are tired of winter's cold. I've a sign, it's coming, my birthday; March 21. I'm twelve years old. Mary Newland. Starr School. Health Crusaders A band of volunteer health crusaders is being formed at Garfield school. It is expected that 500 boys and girl will belong. They pledge themselves to do the health chores that the Junior Red Cross suggests, and to form health habits. The Brooklets See the brooklets flowing. Downward to the sea; Pouring all their treasures Bountiful and free; Yet to help their giving Hidden springs arise, Or if need be, showers Feed them from the skies. Inez Phillips. 4B, Savastopol School. FROSTY AIR. Frosty air, frosty air! Oh, how pretty the trees looked when I got up this morning. The trees were all covered with frost. Lacona Co alter. B Grade.

Does the Serpent Still Call to St. Patrick? Way back about fourteen hundred years ago was a boy who had the name of Patrick, which now only sounds like Irish, but then made everybody think of Rome. You seo the name of Patrick came from Patrician which meant a family of the nobility of Rome, and that's what this particular Patrick was. Well, when he was sixteen years old, pirates stole him away from his home which was probably in Scotland, and caried him off into Ireland and sold him into slavery there. While there he learned to know the language that the people in Ireland spoke, and he learned to love the people themselves. So after awhile he went back to his own home and became a minister, and then he went back to Ireland to teach the Irish lots of things, but especially about God. The Irish have told many, many j stories about St. Patrick as they call him, and believe many of them ! to be true no matter how fairy-like they may sound to us and other people that hear them. One story goes that one cold morning St. Patrick and some of his followers were on a mountain, without a fire to cook their breakfast or warm themselves. St. Patrick had the men build up a pile of ice and snowballs, and then, what do you suppose he did, he just breathed on it and made a fire. Feeling poetically inclined one morning a man put this story into verse: "St. Patrick, as in legends told, The morning, being very cold, In order to assuage the weather, Collected bits of ice together; Then gently breathed upon the pyre, When every fragment blazed on fire." Another strange story that is believed by the superstitious people of Ireland who live near the county of Tipperary (you've heard of Tipperarary) is this: That one time he banished all the snakes and toads of Ireland, that is, all but one monstrous serpent which he chained up in one of the mountain districts of Ireland, and told it to remain there until Monday. The serpent every Monday morning calls out in Irish, "It's a long Monday, Patrick!" And the people firmly believe this story. But in spite of all these funny stories that have been told of him, there really was a St. Patrick born in 387 A. D., and died on March 17, 493. He was a good man and a good teacher and the Irish love him because he is the first great teacher who came to their country. In his honor, we have set aside the 17th of March to be St. Patrick's day, and we celebrate it with green ties and green hair ribbons and green everything because green is the color of Ireland.

BOY SCOUTS Last Tuesday evening the Boy Scouts of Troop 3 gave an interesting exhibition of scoutcraft at the Y. M. C. A. They had first the usual order of business, with reports from the different committees. The flag committee reported that its members had visited several of the merchants of Richmond who were displaying torn or disgracefully dirty flags, asking them to take them down and put new ones in their place. The merchants cooperated with the Scouts wherever they have been visited. After that the scouts gave signal drills in the three forms of signalling, semaphore, where two flags are used; wigwag, where one flag is used; and the Morse code. A. tenderfoot test followed, which was a true scout test and very interesting to all who saw it. Report has it that soon there will be many troops of Boy Scouts in Richmond, but they are not fully organized. THE LITTLE CHICKENS. The little chickens cuddle close Beneath the old hen's wing. "Peep, peep," they say We're not afraid Of dark or anything:" Herbert Norton.

Playing PoUyanna Next afternoon, Mary Jane went to see Jamie, Mrs. Carew'a adopted nephew. They lived in a little brown bungalow, which was very home-like, both in the outside and inside. Their little boy, John, looked like hia uncle, whom he was named after. "While you're here," said Sadie, Jamie's wife, "we'll have a regular party for Mary Jane." "No, you mustn't do that," said Mrs. CroBsburt. "Ye., I will," said Sadie, "I want Mary Jane to have a good time while she's here so that she will come again." "O doody, doody, doody," shouted little John. "Me a going to has a party. I'm going to 'vite Mary Jane and mama, and Mary Jane's mama, and whole wots of people." "Aren't you going to let me come, too?" , said Mrs. Carew, who had just come in. "Why, course, and Uncle John, too," said John. "I guess we'll invite the two little girls across the street, and the two Lane boys, the four Carton children around the corner, and the children next door," said Sadie. "O, what a big party it will be," said Mary Jane. "John," said his mother, "you go invite them." "Tan Mary Jane go too?" John aske4,iiis mother. "Mon't care," said Sadie, "if her mother doesn't care." "Does you care?" John asked Mrs. Crossburt, "No, I don't care," laughed 'Mrs. Crossburt. "Alwight, den come on, Ilary Dane," he commanded. They both were gone in an instant. "What a dear little boy you have, Sadie," said Mrs. Crossburt. "Yes, we love him very dearly," said Sadie. By this time the two children were back. "Where are the other children we invited?" asked Sadie. "Their mothers said that they would have to get cleaned up," answered Mary Jane. "Well, I think John will have to get cleaned up to," said Sadie. "And Mary Jane's face and hands will have to be washed," said Mary Jane's mother. Mary Jane and John soon were cleaned and they had to sit down in a chair so as not to get dirty again. But they didn't have to sit long because the guests began to arrive. "O, I'm glad I don't have to sit there any longer," said Mary Jane. "So am I," said John. By this time all the guests had arrived. "This is your party, Mary Jane," said Sadie. "And I want you to handle it," "All right, I will," answered Mary Jane. "I guess I'll take them out into the back yard." So Mary Jane went out into the back yard with the other children. "Let's play games," suggested Mary Jane. "All right," said Byron Lane. "Let's play hide and go seek." "No," said his twin brother Myron. "Let's play drop the handkerchief." "Aw, no," said rough Billy Carton, "Let's play Buffalo Bill." "I want's to pay house," said Norma Blythe. "O, she's always wanting to play that," said her sister, Margaret, "Why don't you play pat on the ice box?" "I tell you," said Evelyn Donahogue. "We can play little Red Ridinghood." "Shucks, there aren't any boys in that," said Harry Carton, "I want to play London Bridge." "That's a girl's game, you Bissy," said Walter Donahogue. "You ought to play a boy's game like marbles." "O no," said Edit Carton, "Play show." "I'd rather play school," said Myra, her Bister, who was a good scholar. "But I tant't pay 'at," piped up John. By this time Mary Jane had burst out laughing. "I tell you," she said, "well let (Continued omPage Four)