Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 44, Number 185, 17 May 1919 — Page 15

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Ellen's Patriotism Characters: Mrs. Brown, Mr. Brown, Ellen Brown, Victory Loan Agent. Place: Brown's House. Time: Evening in May, 1919. Scene I. Mr. Brown (hearing a tap at the door): "There is someone at the door" (goes to door). "Good evening." Victory Loan Agent: "Good evening." Mr. Brown: "What can I do for youT" Victory Loan Agent: "I am an agent for the Fifth Liberty Loan. It is my business to ask of you if you could help us out." Mr. Brown: "I don't think we care for any now, that the war is over; they don't need the money." Victory Loan Agent: "Yes, but although the war is over the government needs the money. Don't you think so?" (Looking at Mrs. Brown.) Mrs. Brown: "I don't know." Ellen: "Oh, papa, please buy one; our teacher wants us all to have a bond." Victory Loan Agent: "Yes, you are right, my girl. What do you think about it Mr. Brown?" Mr. Brown: "If my daughter

wishes it I will take a $100 bond. (Mr. Brown buys a bond and Ellen makes her room 100 per cent.) Alma Williams. 7A, Garfield School. UpToYou! It's a gloomy day, a tomby day, A blue and dismal rainy day, A sad, forlorn and tearful day, If you would make it so. A lonesome day, a sighing day, A cheerless and a crying day, A "what's the use in trying" day It's up to you, you know. It's a glorious day, a happy day, A joyous and a buoyant day, A merry, laughing, snappy day, If you would make.it so. A brilliant day, a sunny day, A rare, a fair, a funny day, A "good for making money" day It's up to you, you know. Easter Story Once upon a time three little children lived with their mother and father on a farm in the coun try. Their names were Elmer, Har ry and John. John and Elmer worked on a farm for Mr. Clark Now Mr. Clark was a good man He was very good to the boys One morning Mr. Clark told the boys that a week from that day was Easter. That day John and Elmer made up plans for what they were going to do Easter. John said he was going to get his moth er an Easter hat. Elmer said he : was going to get his father an Easter suit. So Easter morning John and Elmer had their gifts ready, John took his hat into his mother and Elmer took his suit into his father's room. Harry was a very lazy boy, he sat in the house all the time. Verne M. Schaub. IB, Joseph Moore School. RIDDLES. 1. Why is a lame dog like a schoolboy adding six and seven? 2. Why is a beefsteak like a lo comotive? 3. Why is the letter "W" like the queen's ladies? 4. What is that, though black enlightens the world? 5. How long can a goose stand on one leg? Margaret Kemper. SB, Hibberd School. 6. What sets and never hatches? 7. What poet was never blue? 8. Why cannot Wilson be buried In the cemetery? 9. Two and one is shoe polish; three and one is stove polish, what Is four and one? John N. Johnson. Grade 4, White School. (Answers will appear in next week's Junior.) ANSWERS TO RIDDLES OF MAY 3. 1. A well. 2. A threshing machine. 3. A churn. j

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This Knll and IJipho nfflre firln .,r, ; r. .. . t. ? . win lurnisa some oi me couniry s food supply. The girls are helping prepare a twenty-flye acre farm near wastimgion, u. v., wnere girls who want to relieve labor and food supply problems are to be (trained. Recruits will be received from nearby states to train on this A Cruel Boy Robert was a cruel boy. He liked to injure his little pets just to hear them cry. One day Robert walked out into the field to shoot some birds with his new gun. He soon found a pretty little robin sitting on a limb, singing a song to the other bird. "There is a bird that I can shoot," thought Robert He took careful aim, and, when he shot, the little bird fell to the ground and Robert ran to pick it up. When he picked up the bird, it began tc cry, for the bullet had only broken its wing. What fun Robert had with this little bird! He would throw it up In the air and watch it try to fly. He played with it for a long time, then he tok the bird and started for home, When he was almost to the house he stepped on a sharp nail and ran it into his foot. He was much frightened when he saw the blood on his foot, and it hart him so that he could hardly get to the house. It was two or three days before he could walk on his foot again, one day nis mamma saia to him: Now, Robert, you seo how it hurts your little pets when you injure them." "Does it hurt them as bad as my foot hurt me?" asked Robert. "Yes," said his mamma, "it hurts them just as bad." "Then," said Robert, "111 never hurt them any more." After that, when he played with his little pets, he remembered his sore foot and always tried to be kind to them. The Rotary Magazlne. The Zingari was the frst tribe of gypsies to appear in Europe, coming to I tally about 1406. They are of unmistakable Indian origin and their number in Europe at the present day Is estimated at 700,000.

Girls Preparing 25-Acre Farm Training School

mmm fe ScW 'JvL Tf-r CJjaJ -4? " 1t,t i: , farm. The trirls are unanimous in I their opinion that the farm work is Enjoys Luncheon In Mid-Air Pilot Robert F. Shank, air mail carrier between New York and Washington, carries his luncheon with him on his daily nights, and eat3 it while speeding through the air. This is how he does it: I t It is true that the steering and controlling mechanism demands constant attention, but the recently invented knee control enables the aviator to guide his machine; as an expert rider guides his horse, with his knees, leaving his hands free to operate a camera, draw maps or sketches, or anything else he may like. The invention is extremely sim ple. An adjustable ring, to which at opposite sides two curved pads shaped to conform to the knees, are attached, is slipped over the control lever, or joy-stick, and fastened by a clamp screw. The device is so placed that the aviator, sitting on his upholstered beat, can place his knees against the two pads. By rocking his knees from side to side, or by sliding a little forward or backward on his seat, the pilot can operate . the joy-stick without using his hands. Brooklyn Eagle Junior. THE HORSEMAN. Once upon a time there was a horse. He went hoppity-hoppity-hop. You could hear the noise and the man climbed on the horse and so they helped the sick girl on the horse and took her away to the village to her grandmother's, and the horse went hoppity-hoppity-hop until it got home. Mildred Worlej. Vaile gfiit

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far better than hours In the city. keeping office Junior Writes Poem The Junior Pal: I have witten a little poem and thought perhaps you would publish it in the Junior Palladium. I en Joy reading the Junior Palladium, and wait with interest for it each week. Here is the poem: SPRINGTIME IS HERE. Springtime is the best time of the year, The apple trees are putting out, They scent the air so sweet and clear, : You know its Bpring without a doubt. Then about the little birdies. They're the sweetest little things, And in the nest the little babies, Listen, while their mother sings. Oh, how we adore the shade trees! Growing up so tall and high! Then old Winter comes and stops , these, Or they'd almost reach the sky. Ruth Miller. 7A, Hollansburg School. New Madison, Ohio. ' Just A Smile A million little sun beams Can make a pleasant day; ; A million little rain drops Can frighten them away. Now if all the little children Should sit down and cry together, What should we do, what could we do, . In such a. spell of weather? The sun might shine in bluest skies, 'Twould be a dreary place, Until we saw a happy smile. On every little face. Sent in by

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A Mother's Gift The cold winds swept the mount tains height, ; And pathless was the dreary wild, And mid the . cheerless hours of night, A mother wandered with her child ; As through the drifting snow she pressed, The babe was ' sleeping on her breast. , - And colder still the winds did blow,' And darker hours of night came on, And deeper grew the drifting Bnow, Her limbs were chilled, her strength was gone. "O God!" she cried in accents wild, "If I must perish, save my child!"

She stripped her mantle from her breast. And bared her bosom to the storm ; And round the child she wrapped . ' the .vest, "v": N;: :: .. And smiled to think her babe was ; warm. With one cold kiss, one tear she At dawn a traveler passed by, And saw her 'neath a snowy veil; - The f 108 1 of death was in her eye, ,

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smiled. Selected by Ida Mae Moriarty. Little Jack's Pet Little Jack .has always wished for a goat. Other boy friends had such pets as dogs, ponies and donkeys. Jim had a pony and cart. Herbert had a donkey and Gerald had a big dog. Gerald hitched his dog to his little wagon and away they would go up and down , the street, almost as fast as a regular horse and buggy Jack's father had promised him a bill-goat,, if Jack would be a real good boy. His father surprised him one evening by bringing home a fine goat and & baby goat. Jack was delighted and gave his father many kisses for his present" , The next day Jack hitched up his goat to a little wagon he already had and called on his othei friends. Then they all drove ofl together, one with a pony, one with a donkey, one with a dog and Jack with his goat and they all had many days of real fun together. Howard Hanke. " St. John's School. Violets 01 Greece Everybody, likes violets. Long : ago, the people who lived in Greece, liked them so well . that they chose the violet for their national flower. When the men went to big feasts, they would wear wreathes of violets and ivy en their heads. Sometimes the feasts lasted so long that the , violets withered, and those who gave the feast, would have servants bring fresh wreaths to take the place of each withered one. Yellow violets were often given as prizes in some of their games. When their great general, Alcibiades, went to dine with one of their poets, he wore a wreath of ivy leaves and violets on his head. Paul Nlcklas. St. John's School. The Arrow and the Song I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, 1 knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow It in Its flight. I breathed a song into the air. It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of .song? Long, long afterward in an oak, I found the arrow still unbroke; And the song from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend. . Selected by Marie Landricth. 4B Grade,