Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 44, Number 107, 15 March 1919 — Page 18

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the Richmond palladium, Saturday, march 15. 1919

! Playing Polly anna j (Continued Vrom Page One) : each one play her own game. That will make ten games." "Say Mary Jane," Bald Evelyn. "Why can't we have real Bhow like Edith suggested? We could have tickets and sell them for five cents to our mothers and a few of our neighbors." "Why, that '8 so," exclaimed Mary Jane. "How many want to?" "I do, I do," they all shouted. . In a half an hour everything was ready, thanks to Mary Jane. The. show was to be in the empty hayloft of the barn. Mary Jane wrote out little tickets and programs. The tickets were given to the children to sell. Here is a copy of one of the tickets. The Party Co.'s Show 23 Pine Avenue, New York City. Adult's admission 10cents. Children 5 cents. Soon the audience began to arrive. As they showed their tickets they were given a program, which was as follows: Speech. Mary Jane Crossburt Song "Two Little Birds" Byron Lane Play "Little Red Ridinghood." Cast of Characters. Red Ridinghood Mary Jane Crossburt Her Mother. .. .Evelyn Donahogue Her Grandmother... .Edith Carton The Wolf Myron Lane

EXCHANGE COLUMN Open to All Boys and Girls. These Adt Cost You Nothing; Send In Your "Wants' to The Palladium Junior. LOST Watch fob, leather background, with upraised penny and Indian. If found, please return to 407 N. 19th street or. phone 4322. LOST A green glass necklace at basket-ball tournament in the Coliseum. If found please telephone 2170 or call at the Junior Palladium office. 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 1510WANTED 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 small children after school and on Saturday, by a girl age thirteen. Phone 2828 or call 206 North Ninth street. " WANTED To "buy a basket-ball cheap. Call 4321. 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 orJ see William F. Gilmore at once. LOST A blue angora cat, white feet, and white nose, answers to the name of "Fluffy". If found please return to 407 N. 19 street or phone 4322. Reward. WANTED A white giant male rabbit. Call at 133 South 5th street. FOR SALE OR TRADE Foreign stamps. George Whltesell, 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 A boy's bicycle with coaster brake for a ten year old boy. Also a bicycle basket wanted. R. T, R. R, A. Box 118.

Recitation John Carcw Song "Playing House" Norma Blythe Play "Babes In the Woods." 1 Characters The Babes Billy Carton, Margaret Blythe The Robin A canary The two Kidnappers Harry Carton, Walter Donahogue Wicked Uncle Byron Lane The Mother Myra Carton The Father John Carew Speech "The Glad Game." Pollyanna Farewell song: The Company THE END, At the end of the show there was a great applause. There were more adults than children. All the children were praised. After all the people had gone, Mary Jane counted the money. At last she had the big pile counted. "Six dollars," exclaimed the amazed Mary Jane. "Why, I didn't think we could get that much. That will be just fifty cents for each one of us. But you must promise me to buy ' at least one thrift stamp out of it. Will you? "Yes, yes," the cried. Just then Sadie came out, assisted by a maid, carrying a tray. "Hurrah for Mrs. Carew," shouted the hungry children. Sadie served more things than you could imagine. Indeed it was like a dinner, for a table had been set and spread in the garden. Among the things were: Chicken, potatoes, two kinds of salad, dressing, pies, cake, ice cream and jello. And it was none too much for them, for they well deserved it. After they were through eating Mary Jane suggested going to the grocery store" to buy their thrift stamps. The grocery-man too, had been to the show while the hired boy kept the store. As the children were coming in the door he chuckled to himself: "I bet those kids are going to buy candy with the money." But when he heard what they did want he told himself that he was mistaken. "So you want to buy thrift stamps, do you?" he asked. Well, to tell the truth, I expected you kids to buy candy With the money. And you really made six dollars? I must confess that's going some. And now tpstead of buying candy you are going to buy thrift stamps. Since you are such good little helpers for Uncle Sam I am going to reward you by giving you two thrift stamps for a quarter, and I'm quite sure Uncle Sam will not care if you spend the other quarter on yourselves. Hand me your quarters and I will give you your two thrift stamps." The children obeyed and thanked the kind grocsry-man. As they opened the door to leave a tall young man opened it and said: "Hold on here, don't .leave so soon, as I have important business with you young people." They all stepped back into the store amazed, while the young man spoke: "I want to see Mary Jane Crossburt." Mary Jane stepped up and half scared said: "L am her." "I am reporter for a paper In this city and I would like for you to tell me all that happened' at your show this afternon. I will pay you for telling it," the man said. So Mary Jane told the reporter how it began by a mere party, who suggested having a show, how much collected, and what was done with the money, and even about the grocery-man's part She gave him a copy of one of the programs. When she finished the reporter handed her three dollars and thanked her for the information. Mary Jane wanted to divide it among the rest, but they told her that tney would not take a cent of it because they did not tell a word of it themselves,-that she did It all. When Mary Jane got back to John's house her mother said: "Mary Jane, a society lady called up on the telephone and said that she was to entertain a party of friends and that she would like you and your little company to come up and give the same program that you gave today. She wants you tomorrow at two o'clock, and she left her number for you to call." Mary Jane went outside and asked the other children If they wanted to, and they said yes. Then she called the lady up and when she was through she exclaimed to her mother: ,

Query Corner

The editor will try to answer questions readers of tho Junior submit to her. She will not promise to answer all of them. The questions will be answered in rotation, so do not expect the answer to be printed in the same week in which you send It in. Dear Aunt Polly: Have you seen any robins this spring? There were three In our yard this morning. We have a nest of some bird in our grape vine. Your friend, Louise Overman. Dear Louise: I should say I have; And aren't they fat and saucy and don't they have the reddest breasts? One was right by my window this very morning and it stood there "about a foot from the window and chirped away and nodded his black head and winked his little black eyes in the most serious and friendly way. There have been some in our apple tree too, and I hope they decide to make a home there. Are you putting out crumbs for them and hanging up a piece of suet on a tree? That's ice cream to them. Watch the birds in your grape vine and when you find out more about them, come and tell me what kind of a bird it is. If you can't find out, see all you can about them, their colors and what they do, and let's see if we can't find out what kind it is, together. There are so many birds around Richmond even this early In the spring and more will be coming very day. Aunt Polly. Dear Aunt Polly: When are you in the office? . , M. M. Dear M. M.: I am usually in the office every afternoon after school except Friday. Come up and see me. Aunt Polly Dear Aunt Polly: Am I good looking? I am light complexioned. I have curly hair. I wear glasses. Lula M. H. Dear Lula M. H.: The second sentence in your description captures me right away. For I amM fond of curly hair. From what you say, and my being such an admirer of curly hair, I would almost say you are good looking. But it's rather hard to tell by long distance. The glasses sound distinguished looking. People usually look so important with glasses. But it makes so much difference what kind of disposition you have. A sour dispositioned person never is good looking, no matter how pretty their features may be. But a sweet disposition and a smiling face helyps a very great deal toward making' any one pretty even if their hair is straight as an iron rod. But you very probably have a good disposition. Isn't that so? So then you are probably good looking. Come up and let me see if I have told the truth. Aunt Polly. "Mother, she is going to pay us one dollar each. That will be twelve dollars. And say, I forgot to tell you that'the grocery-man gave us two thrift stamps for a quarter and when we were going out a reporter for a paper stopped me and gave three dollars for telling all about it. Just think, three dollars just for having our names in the paper." Next afternoon, Mary Jane and her little company made their twelve dollars. And for two weeks they kept it up charging everybody twelve dollars. "Mother," she said one night, "I'll never be sorry you brought me here for I'll always be glad, glad, glad. (To be continued.) A SUDDEN SHOWER. Barefooted boys scud up the street, Or scurry under sheltering sheds, And school girl faces, pale and sweet, Gleam from the shawls around their heads. Frances Harper. Sevastopol School.

A Breezy Story , Because great winds Beemed to come in March more than any other time, it w,as called the windy month. Wind? What is It? A current of air that starts some place and blows over us, and sometimes almost through us, and passes on to another place. Scientists would tell us there is a whole lot more than we could say about it than this, but this is enough for us just now. And oh, there are so many, many ways the wind goes. It's as full as whims as a mischievous fairy. Sometimes It goes real slow, and sometimes it goes rushingly, howling, and making all the noise it can. Not noise exactly, because it is usually very musical, no matter how much of a hurry it's in. It sings low, sweet tunes when it goes slowly by and plays great big pieces when it goes whizzing past in its busy times, as if a thousand instruments were playing. But isn't it fun, his wind? We like it even when it slides the cap off our heads and plays ball with it, and then drops it down somewhere a square away. Winds love to play and when we don't send them anything to play with, they swoop down and find something to play with. Probably that's the only reason it takes our handkerchiefs and our hats and swings them up into the air, . around and around. It's just aching for a good romp. Somebody else thought the wind was lots of fun and wrote this verse to express what he thought about it: "A jolly young fellow is young March wind, With all his bluster and noise; Though he has no thought for the old and poor, He's a thorough friend of the boys. He joins their play with right good will Aha, do you see him go, With a hi, hi, hi! far up in the sky, While the boys stand tugging below? Oh, a noisy fellow is young March wind, And almost any day, You may se him up in the highest trees, Blowing his trumpet for play. Oho! Oho! now high, now low, He blows with all his might; Oh, dear Mr. Wind, would you be so kind, As to go to sleep at night?"

SOCIETY NEWS Last Thursday afternoon, Crystal Gentry had a birthday party at her home. 126 State street. THE CHICKADEE. Chic-Chicadeedee! saucy note, Out of sound heart and merry throat, As if it said, "Good day, good-sir! Fine afternoon, old passenger! Happy to meet you in these places, Where January brings few faces." Jessie Lewis. Starr School. A NAUGHTY BOY. Once upon a time there was a little boy and he wanted to go hunting, and his mother said, "No!" But the boy went and as he was going around a tree, two big white things snatched him right up and they never saw him again. Richard Noggle. Finley School. NOT ALWAYS. Grandma: "If you want to learn anything, Willie, you must always begin at the bottom." Willie: "Yes, grandma; but how about swimmin'?" General: "Well, What news?" Private: 'The enemy wanted to borrow some cannon balls." General: "Dil you let them have them?" Private: "Sure, they promised to send them back in the morning." I had a little Bister, She never did weep; She waded tho water Ever bo deep; She climbed all the hills Ever bo high ; And poor little sister She had but one eye. (Answers will appear In next week's Junior.)

Hike Column

Doesn't this kind of a day just make you want to go out in the country or in the woods for a long walk? What is more fun? The Junior is going to have a special hiking column during all this lovely Bpring weather, and during the summer too. And what is supposed to be in this column? Well, just everything that any Junior does, sees or hears when he is on a hike. Whether he goes with a "Y" class or with scouts or with his chum or his dog or just himself, we want to hear about it. We want to hear, too, when he goes and if he builds a fire and has a camp supper, or if he just plays games, and what place he comes to or goes through, what birds he sees and what new flowers he or she (for this means girls, too) finds and everything about the hike. So the most of this space, Juniors and let us see who goes the most places and who walks the farthest, and who sees the most things. If you will figure out the distance you walk and tell it in the story of your hike, we will compare them and publish each week the names of the ten Juniors who have walked the farthest in all their hikes up to that date. A MILE WITH ME. Along life's merry way? A comrade blithe and full of glee, Who dares to laugh out loud and free, And let his frolic fancy play, Like a happy child through the flowers gay That Hill the field and fringe the way, WThere he walks a mile with me." MY HIKE. One day a boy and I wanted to go to the country. So we got an ax, a rope, and other things we needed. We started about one o'clock. We got out about one mile, when we saw some more of our tribe scouting on us, we started to run and got on the wrong path. We walked about one-half mile, when it started to rain, so we built a camp to get out of the rain. But when we were building the camp, we found the path. When it stopped, we went on till we came to Chester. We looked around awhile. I saw a man that I knew, so he rode us to Richmond. When we got home, it was about five o'clock. We had a very good time. Everett Hosea. Sherman Street. SCOUTS TO HIKE. On account of bad weather tho boys of the "Y" gym classes have not taken any walks lately, mostly on account of bad weather, but not last Saturday, for it seems to us that there was somethoing else going on in the Junior world last Saturday that made everyone want to be in Richmond. Guess what? But next Saturday afternoon, two of the many new Boy Scout teams that are being formed, will go on a hike. They are the troop of the First Presbyterian church under Ray Williams and the troop of St. Paul's Lutheran church under Stephen Rohlflng, as Scout Masters. They will probably go to Reid Springs where they will play baseball. ANSWERS. TO LAST WEEK'S RIDDLES. Girls' Names. Elizabeth, Violet, Lloyd, Florence, Ruth, Frances, Hazel, Pansy, Lucile, Hilda, Nora, Elsie, Margaret, Henry. Charles Schweizer. Riddles. A mouse. It is often passed over. The elder. Pepper and salt. When she is turned into a Into his fortieth year. Because it shoots from the A nail in a shoe. Ida Mae Moriarity. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. field 6. 7. eye. 8. O little town of Bethlehem, How still we see thee lie? Above the deep and dreamiest sleep The silent stars go by. Yet in thy dark streets shineth The everlasting light; The hopes and fears of all the years Are met In thee tonight. Rosaire Burtt