Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 44, Number 113, 22 March 1919 — Page 17
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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM. SATURDAY, MARCH 22. 1910 PAGS THKEK
THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM The Junior Palladium is the children's section ot the Richmond Palladium, founded May S, 1916, and Issued each Saturday afternoon. Allboya and girls are Invited to be reporters and contributors. .News Items, social events, "want" advertisements, stories, local Jokes and criginal poems are acceptable and vein be published. Articles should . be written plainly and cn one side ot the paper, with the author's name and age signed. Aunt Polly is always glad to meet the children personally as thjy bring their articles to The Palladium office, or to receive letters addressed to the Junior Editor. This Is your little newspaper and we hope each boy and girl will use it thoroughly.
The Boys in Blue While Johnnie and I are here upon the sea, And fighting for Uncle Sam, The papers seldom mention the Boys in Blue, For we axe only sailor boys. But we are proud to do our duty, Though never a praise we get; We've put soldiers across without a loss, But we haven't credit yet They raise funds for tobacco for soldiers; Have banquets and meetings at camp, And talk of the hardships they suffer, When they to the trenches do tramp. The sailor, he has to stand watches In the top where the cold wind blows, While the ship pitches, he has to to take hitches, And to danger he's always exposed. But we're willing to fight for our country, And as long as we're afloat, And we'll never give up the ship For the Hun and his dirty U-boat. We never know what to expect from them, And we're always ready at sea, We'll do our best to protect it The Flag of Liberty. Now we don't want credit not due us; We know the soldiers fame; But should a torpedo pierce thru us, We'll stick to our ship just the same. When I read in the papers from the homeland, In flaming headlines I see How the soldiers are facing the danger Not a word for the man on the sea. Kow if we go down to Davy Jones' locker, And the waters go over our heads, Then they'll have a line in the papers, But what's the use then? i We'll all be dead! Contributed by Mildred Jones. My Little French Friend Leon Milletto is a French boy, who lives in Fiance. His father was killed in the war in 1914. Leon has been at the head of the house for four long years. Baxter school has been sending him money. He was obliged to quit school to work, so we wanted to help him. Here is a poem I wrote about him. Though he lives so far away, I'll save my pennies day by day. To send to my little foreign friend, Leon Milletto. Then my pennies he will get And will help him a tiny bit. My little foreign friend, Leon Milletto. Dorothy May Caine. 6A, Baxter School. MY LUCKY DAY. As I was going to school this morning, I found a nickle. I took it to school and gave it to my leacher. She asked the children if they had lost it they said no, and I put it in the orphan box. As I was goin gto school this afternoon I found ten cents and I took it home and am saving it for thrift stamps. Garnet Peclen. 4A, Age Eleven. TABBY AND TED. UVf Aunt Polly: , I am a little girl, seven years old. 1 live in the country. I have a pet cat named Tabby, and a little pup named Ted. I like to go to school and like my teacher very much. I am in 2A grade.
Bound for the White Mountains
Alma Smith's mama and papa were getting ready to go to the White mountain. Alma was to go also, and she did not see why 6he could not get ready without anyone helping her . So while her mother was packing Alma's clothes in her little trunk, Alma got a basket and put some things in it. She thought that was more important than the clothes. First she put all of her dolls, a tea-set, a table, four chairs, a sofa, a flat-iron, a stove, a bed and a wash-stand. She put these things in the basket This is not all. She got her red round balloon and her hoop for Alma was fond of driving the hoop, and she thought it would be fun to start at the top of Mount Washington and drive her hoop down to the foot. When Mr. Smith, Alma's father, saw her standing on the side-walk waiting for them at first he had to laugh. Then Mr. Smith told her, "Why Alma the folks in the car will not let us take all that rubbish Alma Tehma Smith didn't like to hear her father call her nice playthings rubbish, so she began to cry. Mrs. Smith told her, "We shall find much better things than that to play with. You shall go in the woods and pick flowers, and see the birds and squirrels," The thought of the squirrels was enough for Alma. She gave up her balloon and her hoop, and her basket of nice playthings to Mildred Jane the maid, and was quite content to go to the cars without them. I hope Bhe will have a good time at the mountains. From a Friend of the Junior. BIRD CONTEST. 1. Two birds that name colors. 2. What bird is a carpenter's tool? 3. What do we do when we eat? 4. What is the name of a cotton cloth? 5. What does a rooster do early in the morning 6. What bird has an animal's name 7. What did Hiawatha do for meat? 8. What is the bird on the silver dollar? Hazel Ewing. Grade 4, School No. 4. (Answers will appear in next week's Junior.) BOYS AND GIRLS. Out came the children running All the little boys and girls. With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls, And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls, Tripping and skipping ran merrily after The wonderful music with shouting and laughter." Selected by Lucile Burelison. 5B, Sevastopol. MY DOB BUSTER. Buster is a nice dog. He catches lots of rats. Buster is white with black spots on him. I think Buster likes me because every time he sees me he licks my hand. Told by Francis Holladay. 5 yrs. old. Contributed by Dorothy Caine. Baxter School. Teacher: "John, what is a violin?" John: "A box that has a neck through which It Bings." Mark Graffls. 4B, Finley School. A LITTLE HOUSE. I'd like to have a litUe, little house, when I am quite grown np; a garden full of roses, hens and ducks, a donkey and a pup. Perhaps I'll have some children to play with when it's wet, for "hide and seek" alone is not much fun. But I've not settled yet Martha Johnson.
Paper From the Good Old
Yankee soldiers in Thielt Belgium The 1919 way of seeing the eights in devasted Belgium is unique, the picture would indicate. The two American boys shown have commandeered a dog and cart at Thielt and are taking turns riding. Judging from the way they are poring over the paper the mailman must have met them en route. The soldier in the cart is John Thompson, first-class private, photo unit, Ninety-first division. The other man is a private of the Thirty-seventh division.'
A True Ghcsi Story Once upon a time when my grandfather was about 20 years old he lived in the country close to an old cemetery and church. No I one would go clone to the old church at night, and the people said it was haunted, that they had ; seen, on several occasions, two i white figures glide along and dis-, appear in the old church and after i ' they were in there they would hear j ! such strange noises. My grand-1 father heard about it and he said there was no such things as ghosts and he would like to see one once. So one night he was going to the village close by and had to po right past the haunted church. He was riding horse-back, and when he got close to the church, his horse 'stopped and acted so excited and he look to see what was wrong, and he saw something white. It came closer and then he saw two ' white figures. They glided along , past him and disappeared in the old church. He stopped and tied his horse and followed the two fig ures in the church, crawled onto a bench and watched them. They j were two men and they had whisk- j ey stored in there and every night they would go there and drink all they wanted and then take the jugs ; and roll it around in there and j made the funny noise that the people talked about and that they would not go near the church andj una ineir wnisicey. Agnes Mullen. 7A, Garfield. The King's Guard Once upon a time there was a man, and he was the king's guard, and the king said he was the besti guard he had ever had. One day the king's daughter went out in the woods to pick I flowers, and she had taken her! lunch with her, and now she was eating it.and she heard a strange noise, she looked around and saw a big animal looking right at her. She screamed and the king's guard heard her and he knew it was her, and he took his sword and started to the place where she was, and he saw a big snake just about to jump at her and he took his sword and hit the snake right in the head and saved the little girl. For the little girl was so kind that everybody loved her. She gave money to the poor and she helped the sick and every thing that was kind, and the king would die if he had to lose here. He gave her every thing she wanted for he loved her dearly, and the king made the guard come and live in the palace with him and not work, but the guard didn't want to be payed for the life of the little girl and he said that he must go home to his family, and he did, and the king sent the guard forty dollars a week and. the ting and the guard lived iMWuy V(r after.
U. S. A. Halts
Yanks Sightseeing Tour in Belgium
The Robin's Nest In a narrow street in a great city grows an elm tree. Once it stood in a beautiful garden, but that was long ago. The garden is gone and in its place stands a tall house, and great shops. In the top of one of these tall houses there lived three little children. Every morning their father and mother went out to work and they were left alone all day. They loved this big tree. In the spring they wached for the coining of the green leaves and in the summer they looked for birds hidden from the sun in its cool branches. One spring something wonderful happened. Two robins built a nest in the old elm tree. The children were greatly excited. They watched the birds come and go with straw and mud. They hung out pieces of twine for them to use and little Rosita, standing on tiptoe, peeped over the window still and called softly, "There they are, there they are." From their windows, the children could look down into the nest and see pretty blue eggs and later wideopen yellow bills, begging for food. The most exciting time was when four little robins, with speckled bibs, stood on the edge of the nest and spread their wings. Three of them fluttered safely to the tree, but the fourth, catching its claw in the nest, went tumbling into the muddy street. Ernestine ran swiftly downstairs and lifted the trembling little thing into her apron. Then she put the poor bird on some soft cotton in the box. Then her father came home he found that it wings were hurt so he fastened the box outside the window where the mother-bird could find her little one. For several weeks the mother bird came and fed it, but it. soon grew tame and as it could never fly the children's father made a cage for it The children were very happy in nursing the little robin until it was strong and well. Then there were four playmates in the top of the tall house and the 'gayest of them all was the little bird that sat in the window and filled the room with its singing. Martha Titus... 4B, Finley School.
My Old Black Cat My kitty is two or three or more years old. He is all black, but a tiny spot of white under its neck. Brother said, "It was a locket" One time the cat jumped at the bird, we gave her a whipping, so she has never done it again. It catches many mice. Her name is Hussey. I suppose you think that's a funny name. Well we call it that, she always has a half dozen or more cats around. Last year she had four kittens, but a Tomcat killed them all. . Robert Spaulding.
Freed By Wolves Once upon a time there was a boy named Jack. His uncle gave bim a dog, which he named Carlo. Jack thought very much of his dog. Once his father sent him to the woods after sugar water. It was growing dark. But Jack was not afraid. He called his dog. but he did not come. He hunted and hunted for him. At last he found him caught in a trap. He set him free. Then they went on to the woods. They reached the far side of the woods. Jack heard a deep growl. Looking up he saw four wolves coming. Having no gun, he climbed a tree. Carlo ran for home as fast as his short legs could take him. The wolves tried to climb the tree, but could not. They stayed at the foot of the tree and growled. Night was coming on very fast, and Jack was becoming weak from his fright. He wondered what had become of his dog. But at home Carlo was barking and trying very hard to tell Jack's father what was wrong. At last the man understood, and taking his. gun, he followed tho dog. When he saw the wolves, he shot, killing one, but the other three got away. He helped Jack down. They then skinned the wolf and took the hide home, and a beautiful coat was made for Jack. After this Jack never went into the woods without taking his rifle and his faithful dog Carlo with him. Delbert Jennings. Whitewater, Ind.
Winter Night Blow, wind blow! Drift the flying snow! ", Send it twirling, whirling overhead, There's a bed-room in a tree, Where, snug as snug can be, The squirrel nests in his cozy bed. Shriek. Wind, shriek! Make the branches creak! Battle with the boughs till break o' day. . In a snow-cave, warm and tight Through the icy winter niEht, The rabbit sleeps the peaceful hours away. Scold, wind, scold! . So bitter and bo bold! Shake the windows with your tap, tap, tap! With half-shut, dreamy eyes V The drowsy baby lies Cuddled closely In his mother's lap. Albert Cox. 6B, irvastopol SchooL Cutting Wood One day when there was no school, my father and I went to the woods to cut wood. wueu we uau eawcu uii. iuc we had to pry it up so that we could saw it into stove lengths. . Then we split it and corded it up. When we had it corded, we had to have it hauled. The man that we got to haul it had a team of large horses. When we crossed the the river the horses didn't like to wade the river. When we crossed the river and went into the woods we had to go up on the hill. The horses were tired and we let them rest. . , When we had the load on, the wheels sank into the mud up about to the hub, and the horses couldn't mil i 4- "-4 4Via wti4 and wo rioH to take off part of the load to get out of the mud, and then we had it loaded again and we were out of the mud. It was a rough road on the way home, but finally we got home and unloaded. Then we had to put it Into the woodshed and that was fun. uusseu tjoauer. 6B, Sevastopol School. THE BLACKSMITH. I rin wish. Riar Smith, that I could come and live with you; To rake the lire, to beat the rods, to hammer, two and two; To be so black and not to have to , wash unless I chose, To pat the dear old horses, and to mend their poor old shoes. When all the world is dark at night you work among tne stars, A shining shower of firo works, beat out of red hot bars; V I've seen you beat, I've heard you smg wnen i was going to bed, And now your face and arms looked black and now were gleaming red. Selected by Mozelle Emery. THE TORTOISE. There was an old tortoise, all yellow and black. He walked away and never came back.