Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 44, Number 125, 5 April 1919 — Page 11

THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM WEEKLY SECTION OF RICHMOND PALLADIUM

RICHMOND, INDIANA, SATURDAY. APRIL 5, 1919

Children Give Soldiers' Memorial When the transforming hand o: war turned a blue star to a gok; one on the service flag of a Louisville widowed mother, it was the children, who, without suggestion from their teachers, asked to name their school garden the "Norborne Gray Garden," In honor of the Louisville lad dead on the field of honor. In September, on a sunlit day, the mother of the young hero visited that garden and wandered for hours along its flower-bordered walks. Not even a child intruded. The mother was alone in the garden named for her son, and the . i i a l l . 1 . C .

turo took away the darkness of her I mood, as she viewed the fruitful land her son had died to defend. My Home Garden Saturday I dug my garden. I and my brother have our back yard. We planted radishes, onions, lettuce and early peas. We have divided it off in plats. We have three plats planted, the rest we are going to plant tomatoes in. I get most sf my instructions from my garden book. Some of my onions are coming up. Ralph Wimer. Warner School. A New Time Table Sixty seconds make a minute. How much good can I do in it? Sixty minutes make an hour; All the good thought in my power. Twenty hours and four a day; Time for work and sleep and play. Days three hundred sixty-five Make a year for me to strive. Right good thing for me to do, That I wise may grow and true. Selected by, Dorothy Walton. 3B, Whitewater, HAVE YOU SKATES? Once upon a time there was a little girl her name was Edith. Edith was a nice little girl. Her mother told her to get some wood. So she did. Then she went to the wood. Then she began to cry. When the fairy saw her, she asked her what she was crying about. She said, "1 can't find my way home. She said, "Come with me. Then I will take you." And they lived happy ever after. Say boys and girls have you any pair of skates that is too little for you? Margaret King. 3A, Starr School. A MAGIGIAN'S CHARM. Take a bone from the mouth of a kingly whalt. A porpoise's fin and a rusty nail; Place them in a sheel with never a crack, And fill it with water that's inky black; Now stew over water that's scalding hot. So using the shell in place of a pot, Pour the broth down the throat of this man who is magical, "And he'll meet with a fate that is sudden and tragical," Selected by Myrtle Vore. 5B, Starr School. MY KITTY. I saw a little kitty, , Awalking on our fence. Its face was very pretty, But to keep it is expense f 'Cause the milkman raised his prices, And good milk is cheap no more. But I'm sure it was the nicest kitty That ever passed my door. Edith Hofheinz CB, Hibberd School. LITTLE BOY BUYS EGGS. Once upon a time there was a little boy whose name was John, and his mother sent him to the store for some eggs and before he got home the eggs were broke, and the little boy went home crying. His mother gave him some more money and he went to the store again and he got some more eggs. Thelma Kelley. Whitewater School.

Ri Game Hunting

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fcacf. Thirteen American hunters of big game weut into the Cassiar District of British Columbia during 1918, and came out well satisfied. J.- Frank Gallbreath, who outfits most of the Cassair hunting parties, made a record of the game killed last year and the official measurements there of. This record shows the total as 13 moose, 25 caribou, 16 goats, 27 sheep and six bears. That means a moose to very gun and two caribou to each hunter with but one exception. Two of the hunters were women and city dwellers at that and their records are something to brag about. Mrs. Miller, of Salt Lake City, brought down one moose, two caribou and two sheep, while Mrs. Mead, of Chicago, The Rain Cloud A great rain cloud floated over the dry land. The streams were dry; the grass was brown; and the little plants were drooping and dying. Birds were flying about with their bills open but could not find any water. The people stood watching the cloud, hoping for rain. But the great cloud passed over without giving a drop to the thirsty land. It floated until it came to the ocean. Then poured down floods of water. "How generous I am?" said the cloud. "I have given almost all of my rain away." "What good have you done?" said a mountain, which stood near by. "If you had poured your showers over the land, you might have saved a whole country from famine, and why did you give it to the sea? Is it generous to help those who have plenty?" Selected by Martha Tedding. 4A, Finley School, THE THINGS I DO. I am a little girl eight years old. I wash the dishes for mother, she pays me for it I have play dinners. I love my mother and father. I have a brother and sister. Sent in by, Katherine Elizabeth Miller. Whitewater School.

Lures American Snortsmen to the Far North

bagged one moose, two caribou, one sheep and the only grizzly of the season. The finest pair of moose antlers fell to William N. Beach, of New York, their measurements read, "Spread, 62 inches; Palm, 38 xl5; Points, 24." G. A. Pemberton of Denver walked off with the prize caribou head, its antlers having a spread of 47 inches, length 51 inches and 26 points. The facts that the Cassair District borders on the Arctic Circle and is not easy of access are no drawbacks from the sportsmen's point of view. On the contrary they preserve it from any great influx of hunters and insure fine spoils for the fortunate few who nunt there. To reach this stronghold of big THE PIG AND THE OLD MAN. Once there was an old man. He went to the market to buy a black pig. On the way home the pig ran away. Some boys were just coming out of school. They said to the old man, "Let us catch the pig for you." So they caught the pig for tho old man and he said, "Thank you, boys, and sometime when 1 come along with my big wagon you may all jump in and have a ride." Mildred Worley. 3B, Vaile School. OUR SAND TABLE. Wo have a sugar camp in the sand table. We made a fire out of red paper. Willard E. gave the horses. We have sweet syrup. We tap the tree3 with pins, We call them spiles. We have seven trees in our camp. We use the sap. George James. 6A, Hibberd School. Willard Ziegler told the Btory about the sand table too and adds: "There are three birds on the sand table." GEORGE WASHINGTON. George Washington, first in war, first in peace, first in the hearts of our countrymen. I pledge allegience to my flag, and to the republic for which is stands, one nation Indivisible, with liberty and justice for alL Selected by John Ernest Charman. SL Mary SchooL

Bear

game one travels by Canadian Pacific boat from Vancouver to Wrangell, thence by launch up the Stikene River to the town of Telegraph creek. This is the outfitting post, and complete outfits, including anything and everything from a can of beans to an Indian guide, will be provided by either Mr. Gallbreath or the Hudson's Bay company. As the season opens on September 1st, it behooves hunting parties to reach Telegraph Creek not later than August 22, and in order that they may arrange their outfits and get started in ample time. Sheep and goats are hunted first, then caribou and lastly moose. Bears may be shot all through the season. Keep on Hopin' Keep on lookin' for the bright, bright skies, Keep on hopin' that the sun will rise; Keep on singin' when the whole world sighs, And you'll get there in the morning. Keep on sowin' when you've missed the crops, Keep on aaiicin' when the fiddle stops; Keep on faithful till the curtain drops, And you'll get there in the morning. Selected by Helen Duning. THE FINE HOUSE. A fine house once said to a poor house, "Why aren't you beautiful?" The poor house answered, "If a poor man owned you, you would not be so fine." That taught the fine house such a lesson that she never said it again. I AM BUYING THEM. I am a little girl, seven years old, but I do not think I am too young to try 1 and help our boys win the war. The way I will help is to save my pennies and eat less candy, because the pennies will help buy Thrift Stamps. Kathryn Miller.

A Lost Boy One day I was playing marbles.' A little boy came along crying. I asked him what was the matter. He t.aid ho was lost We tried to talk to him, but he said he wanted to go home. We said, "Hero cornea Miss Thompson, she will talk to you" We told Miss Thompson that the boy was lost. She finally got the boy to come with her and she called the police. When tho polico came he took him back to Starr School. Byron Marlow, 6A, Warner School.

WASHINGTON'S LETTER. This is the letter that George Washington wrote when he was nine years old. ' April 20, 1741, Dear Dickey: I thank you very much for the pretty picturebook you gave me. Lam asked me to show him all the pictures; and . I read to him how the tame elephant took care of the master's little boy, and put him on his back and would not let anybody touch him. I can read three or four pages sometimes with missing a word. Ma says I may go to see you and stay with all day. Your good friend, George Washington. , Angelo Porfldio, 5B, Whitewater School. OUR LITTLE PUPPY. Last Sunday there was a little boy, named Harry, came to our house to see If we wanted to buy a puppy, and so my father bought it. We named her "Queen." She Is brown and has black and white spots on her. She is part hound and part bulldog. She is very pretty. Mamma took her in the house. She put some water on to give the dog a bath. When mamma was washing "Queen," she tried to get out of the water and barked and barked. This is a true story. M. M. . 5B, Whitewater School. PLAYING IN THE HAY. Sunday afternoon my brothers, my friend and I had nothing to. my friend suggested we play in the hay. ' We climbed up the ladder into the mow. We did stunts, played hide and seek, led banners and many other things. The stunt I liked best was turning flip-flops backward. When we came out my clothes were full of hay seed, my face as wet as water. We went into the house and washed up, ate supper and went to the show. Keith Martin. 6A, Warner School. THE LOST MONEY. Once there was a little girl and her mother sent her to the grocery after some crackers. And she took the money out of her pocketbook and layed it down on the sidewalk and when she got to. the grocery she did not have any money. She went home crying. Her mother asked what was the matter. She said that she lost her money. Her mother said, "Go and hunt it" She went back to hunt it and found it. And bought the crackers and was very happy. Hazel Knollenberg. MY DOG TOXEY. . I have a little dog. He has a short tail. His name is Foxey. We all call him Toxey Williams. He is white with brown spots around his eyes. He eats meat. I like to play with him when I go home from school. - Marvin Dale Williams. 2A, Joseph Moore School. ALMOST A FI8H STORY. Once I had a little dog and he went to the meat man and said that he wen ted a bone, and he wanted to pay a penny for it so the meat man said ail right and he gave him the bone. And the dog gave him his penny and went out and a dog was waiting for him to get the. bon?, and he laid his bone down and they had a fight and the dog who won the bone got hurt and went home. Rudolph Drifmeyer. 5B, Finley SchooL