Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 44, Number 173, 3 May 1919 — Page 13

THE JUNIOR WEEKLY SECTION OF RICHMOND PALLADIUM RICHMOND. IND., SATURDAY. MAY 3, 1919

PALLADI UM

The Party of James

And Jean

There were once two children, a boy and girl. They lived with their mother and father, but their father

wasn't able to work. So they were

poor. They had once lived in a

very nice house and their inouiei

was clean and good. They now lived in a little ottage. They went

to school every day. Jean, for tlia.

was her name, was seven, and

James was eight.

It was a hot summer day in the

last of June. They were sitting on

an old bench beside the back door

"1 wish I could have an ice cream

cone, it is so hot," said Jean. "I would rather have a party. Just think of the children we could

have. 'We could invite five boys

and five girls," said James. "Yes, that would be fun, only there is no money for eats and you know it isn't any party without eats. There's no use, girls can't earn money. They can't sell papers, nor cut grass, nor carry wood, nor run errands as well as boys. If you do all those things, I'll do all these things: wash dishes, bake, clean house, take care of baby and eet the table. I can earn 25 cents a day and you 50 cents, because you're a boy, and in two weeks we will have our party." James answered. "If you can earn 10 cents 1 will be proud of you as my sister." Just then their mother called them for dinner. At the dinner table, James told it all. "But where will you have it?" asked the mother, "there isn't room here and what will you have?" "We haven't thought that out," jeplied Jean. "We could have it in the orchard, or we could have it back in the woods by the creek, and we could get 10 cents worth of decorations. Mother, your a dear. We have two big apple trees, and

we can have apple pie and apple tarts." Two weeks from that day the

children rose bright and happy. Jean helped her mother with the

baking, while James brought wood and did his daily duties, only he had a happier face and went around in a hurry. Jean and her mother had sent invitations to the children. James picked apples and

bought what was needed. At half past one, they went down a little lane. As the woods widens in a sunny spot where clear tinkling water runs, they set their things . down. They made a fire, set the table, got the games ready and set the chairs around. Their mother was already taking the children's hats, because it was cool in the woods at sunset. The first children were Elizabeth and Fred. They helped because all the things were not fixed. Then came four happy children with merry voices. They were poor as Jean and James. The rest came in groups of two and four. The first thing they did was to get a partner. This was done by throwing up paper with a half of a name on. These two played games. They played games that each one wanted to. I

They ate lunch at half-past five

and a nice lunch it was. Apples

in all sorts of ways, ice cream, can

dy as favors, and that was all, be

cause that used up all the chil

dren's money. They played two

more games, as two deep and wink

en. They said goodbye to every'

body and started home. It was two tired, but happy children that

kissed their mother that night. "It shows," said James that night, that even, if we try we can have fun." "Yes, I am glad I took the party and worked for it instead of ice cream," said Jean. "But we had both," cried James. "Goodnight." Mary Jane Schillinger. 6B, Warner School. .

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

And many more of them ! Do you know who will have a birthday next Tuesday, the sixth of May? Wrong. Guess again. No that's wrong, too. Oh, you wouldn't guess it for a long time, I just know you wouldn't -so I will tell you. It will be the Junior Palladium's birthday. Your little Junior Pal will be three years old that day. Isn't it nice that the Junior was born in Spring, and in the month of May? For that is the time. when so many beautiful

and happy things come to life again.

That is just the reason Master Junior Palladium lives, to make you, every one of you boys and girls happy. It belongs to you. I belong to you, too, for I am your own editor. Let's see that the Junior becomes a finer Junior than ever this year. How shall we do that? Well, one good way is that everyone' of you children become reporters and write up and bring to the office everything you. do, and everywhere you go, and everything you are interested in. That is the way to help Master Junior Palladium to grow into a more splendid Junior than ever. I know you will be saying with me next Tuesday (which, by the way, is circus day) : "Have a happy, happy birthday, Junior Palladium, and we hope you'will e finer than ever by the time you are four years old." The little birds cuddling just below this little birthday message are chirping the same greeting. Can you not hear them? AUNT POLLY.

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The Fan I Have In

The Summer Time

"Milking Time

When the cows come home, the milk 1b coming; Honey's made while the bees are humming; Duck and drake en the rush lake, And the deer live safe In the breeiy brake; And timid, funny, pert little bunny, Winks bis nose, and sits all sunny. Selected by Paul Nicklas. Grade 3, St. John's School. ,

I go out to our farm In the sum

mer time. I am going to have a garden this summer. Last summer

I helped papa with his garden. I

have peas, lettuce, carrots, cucumbers and beets. Then when S o'clock comes, papa and I go out to milk the cows. Then in the morning I help papa feed the pigs. Then I work in the garden all morning. Then in the afternoon I go to my cousin's and play all afternoon. Sometimes I stay all night. ThenI wait till their cows are milked; then they take me a piece. Then I work in the garden. In the afternon I go down to my other cousin's. Then we play school. She has a lot of little chairs, and we put the dolls in them. Then one of us is the teacher. Then we I

have arithmetic Then I go down and down and up the hill, and help papa milk the cows. By that time It is Sunday. I go to Sunday school. After that I go back to school. Oracla Dixon.

Joseph Moore School.

CHRI8TMA8 TIME. Sing a song most cheerful, ' Love on every hand. Don't you really, truly think Christmas time is grand? Pearl Stoops. 3A, Sevastopol School.

The Call of War r In the northern part of France there lived a French family long ago. The father of this family had to go to fight in a terrible war. Then the mother felt very sad indeed for they were poor, and onw they were poorer than ever before, because they had no one to work for them. They had three

children, Leon, a boy the age of

nine, but you know that he is to little to work. He also had two

sisters. Their names were Aline and Pauline. Very soon after the father was gone, he wrote a letter and said he had been wounded in

his side. Then the mother was very sad and so were the children. One day Leon said, "I wish I

could fight to kill those bad Ger

mans."

The mother said, "Son, when you

get to be a big strong man, maybe you can fight the Germans, be

cause they wounded your father, and made me sad."

The next week they got a letter

aying that he would be home soon. That made the mother feel very happy. When he came home they had a big dinner (or him. The boy said, "I wish that I could get a hit at those old Germans. I would do some damage, you bet I would!" The father laughed and said, "What could you do with those Germans T" The boy said, "If the war lasted very long, I would do something."

They lived happy ever after. Edith Hofhelna. 6B, Hibberd School.

Stone Boy Acts With Movie Hero

How would you like to be Georgie Stone and play "Indian" with Bill Hart. That's what Georgie does

and thinks it's great sport; and Georgia will not be 9 years old until September S, 1919. Of course Bill Hart's real name is Mr. William S. Hart, the popular player of

the .Famous Players-Leakey Film Corporation,- the great tall man

who makes such a good cowboy.

Georgie is really a veteran "movie"

actor, for he has already had five years' experience in motion pictures. He and his big pal, Mr. Hart; have lots of fun playing Indian in their latest picture, called, "The Poppy Girl's Husband."

OuruThank You" List

The names of the Juniors whose stories we were unable to publish because they were duplicates, or because they were not complete, follow: Paul Cussins, 4B, Warner; Amos Ellis, 4 A, Finley; Ruth Jennings, Warner; Laura Marlow, 4B, Warner; Effle Miller, Whitewater; Mary Jane Snyder, Vaile; Melvln Studt; Edwin Jones, 5A, Whitewater. We are sorry that we could not publish your "letters" this time, but hope next time we will be able

I to publish them. So try again,

Juniors, and try real hard, writing

just as plainly as you can.

General Allenby and the Utile fuaid of France

J- "Tfie children of France, during

me great war. nave won me nearis of many soldiers. English and American privates and officers. But they have had no more tender friend than General Allenby, the conqueror of Jerusalem, who, be-. fore he left France for the East, was affectionately known in many French villages as "le bon general." One who served with him has re-' cently related the pretty story of some of his many friendships with French and Belgian children. Now that the war is over, says the writer, they are awaiting him eagerly. In the little village of northern France and Belgium, Marthe and Sidonle, Aline, Irene (with her bad

arm) and many others are waiting for him on the chance that he will come their way again one day -as he promised. Their hearts have not forgotten "Allenby, lo bon general." It is impossible to estimate how much they will kiss him. Irene (who can read the papers) is a little wistful about it, and, oh, so Jealous! She ' is afraid that, perhaps, during hia triumphant progress, her big friend may have taken some little Arab (or even Turkish) children under his wing and the thought hurts. And what a friend he was. Neither Irene nor her mother will ever forget that dreadful day In September, 1916, when the enemy rained death and destruction among the inhabitants of Saint-Ppi. Madame remembers that the general himself walked round the town, comforting the wounded and superintending the arrangements for their care. Irene only remem

bers the burning, stinging pain in her arm ; the finest face she had ever seen, and then nothing more until she woke up in a comfortable bed in a British military hospital, to find the kind-faced matron smiling down on her. That evening tBa general sent up his A. D. C. with

j some flowers. Every day that week

tne general cauea at me nospnai and Bat on her bed (strictly against hospital regulations!). And every day he called at the little house In Saint Pol and reported Irene's prog ress to her anxious mother. After a bit Irene was cured, and went hnmp nrnnri und vsrv mur.h in

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Then came the winter. Irene will never forget that winter and the visits of the general. Sometimes he would come alone on foot, tap at the door and walk in for a homely chat; at other times he would ride past with his A. D. C. and flag bearer and stop outside. And after that the excitement of going to Paris, where the general was arranging for her instruction at a school where children who are deprived, temporarily or otherwise, of the use of limb are taught some useful trade. The blow fell suddenly. The general was going to Egypt, and Irene could not hide her tears: A few months later Jerusalem was taken, and Irene was the proudest girl in

France. Yet, perhaps, if she had but understood it as some day she will the little girl had greater cause for pride on the first day of the battle of Arras, in 1917. For on that day General Sir Allenby, in the very middle and crisis of the conflict, walked out of hia office, at a moment when he knew that for at least half an hour he could bet no more useful information as to ' the progress of the battle, went into a local patisserie and bought a bag of buns, which he then took round himself to his little maimed girl friend. Then he walked Quietly back. In a few minutes his chief of staff brought him the information he required, and he calmly telephoned his orders for the cavalry to advance. As an example of calm, that incidentwhich is perfectly true la hard to beat. And one day Irene will know . the real point about those buns. Youths Companion. .

'-' JUST BEING KIND. So many gods, so many creeds, So many paths that wind and wind. When Just the art ot being kind, Is all this sad world needs. -Selected by Rozella Lunis.

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