Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 44, Number 191, 24 May 1919 — Page 17

FAQS TURKS THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM Ex-Crown Prince is Circus Freak to Children Near His Hiding Place The Junior Palladium la the children's section of tie Richmond Palladium, founded May 8, 1918, and Issued each Saturday afternoon. Allboys and girls are lnrlted to be reporters and contributors. Neva Items, social events, "want" advertisements, stories, local Jokes and original poems are acceptable and will be published. Articles should be written plainly and on one aide ot the paper, with the author's name and age signed. Aunt Polly la always glad to meet the children personally as they bring their articles to The Palladium office, or to receive letters addressed to the Junior Editor. This Is your little newspaper and we hopo each boy and girl will use it thoroughly. ... . luA.b . mrww.Mf' .i ,w . x r " - irv. ' ,r . "S."T,

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM,' SATURDAY, MAY 24, 1919

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The Turns' Birthday

Lara, who had little twn sisters, lived with her parents in a small manufacturing town. Her parents were poor, and had to work for a living. It happened that not long before the twins birthday the fatb er -lost his position and the moth' er had to take in washing. One day Lara's father said, "I am afraid .we cannot celebrate the twins' birthday this year, because of my being out of work," When tho twins heard this they began to cry, but their father said, "It is not too late yet and you can never tell what may happen." The twins ; stopped crying when they heard .this. Lara thought of a flower that the people had praised very much. She thought that she could sell them and then the money she got could be used to celebrato the twins birthday. The next evening she showed the money to her father and he said, "The price, dear! Is it not too much!" Then Lara said, "I went to the big house on the corner and the lady asked their price. I told her I didn't know the value. She told me to sell the small bunches at fiften cents and the large bunches at twenty-five cents." Her father said "You have done all right, Lara, and have helped us out beautifully."- They celebrated the twins' birthday and lived happy ever after. Helen Smith. 6B, Hibberd School. PH-A-Pat " Pit-aPat lay on the warm rug before the fire. She was very pretty. Her soft gray fur shone like satin and she had a white tie under her chin. On each little foot she wore a spotless white shoe. Her eyes were green sometimes they shone like little, black slits. In the dark they shone like stars. She wore a blue bow, her mistress liked her best in ; blue. She lay stretching her claws and burying them in the nice soft rug. Anyone near would have heard p-rr, p-rr. Pit-aPat was singing to herself in the fire light Ruth Unthank. 4A, Starr School. Mary's Dream Once there was a little girl. Her name was Mary. The family went out of town. The mother said Mary had to stay at home and clean the house nicely. After Mary had the house nicely cleaned she said she was tired. She lay down on the sofa and went to Bleep. She dreamed that she was lost in the woods and could not find her way home. So she sat down and cried. She heard a fairy's voice. , The fairy asked her what she was crying about; She said she was lost So the fairy took her home. Just then the door bell rang and the family came home. They said they had a very nice time. But Mary said they did not have as nice a time as she had. So she told them what she had dreamed about. Edith Hofhein. Hibberd School. How To Be Happy The way to be happy is to take what you get and to do what you can with it. Think of good times and not of bad. Make pleasure out of your work and everything, and you will be happy. ' George Dietrich. 6B, Hibberd Schoto. SPRING FLOWERS. The : dandelions have their yellow dresses. The bluebells are in their best. Tho snowdrops are lifting their heads. The violets are dancing for glee. The pansies are so pretty. All waiting for their king, the lily bo beautiful, with their crown on her head. Ruth Rebecca Jennings.

An Angry Ant

One day a big black ant was carrying some rice to his uncle, when a toad jumped in front of him and blocked his path. The ant got angry and bit the toad and the toad got angry and jumped on the back of a squirrel. This made the squirrel angry. He ran up the leg of an elephant who stood near by and bit his ear. The elephant trembled in great rage, and tore up a great rock that lay in his path. What do you think happened thenT The rock fell on the king's son, who happened to be near by, and killed him. The king was overcome with grief and anger. He had the rock brought before him and he said to the rock, "Why have you killed my son?" Selected by Stella May Frame. 6 A, Starr School. Night In Woods h No Time For Rest The woods and fields are full of the people of the night the citizens who sleep by day and work when the darkness falls about the earth and stills it from the noises of the day. They take the place of the day workers for all the world as a night shift takes the place of a day shift in a great factory. It is a busy world, out of doors, with workers everywhere and at all hours, with the little people tak ing the places of other little people when they are tired twenty-four hours of the day there Is action and activity in the fields and woods and waters. For there are people of the waters even as there are people of the earth and the air. And just as the day workers are on time and awake with the first bint of daylight, so do the people of the night come forth when the shades of evening dull the view of things that live In the light. The nighthawks may be seen gathering their insect food early In the even ing sometimes in the late afternoon. Where they are not disturbed the rabbits hop from their beds before the sun goes down. The owls often begin their hunting before it is dark. The coon and 'possum venture forth in the deep woods before the dews begin to fall, and continue their search for food, often until the gray dawn of the morning beautifies the world. Squirrel la About in Daytime. The Squirrels do not retire until it la nearly dark, and arise and go about their work when daylight comes. , They, therefore, meet the people of the night going and coming, and pass a pleasant word with them, and wish them well, perhaps. For in the realm of the out of doors all is not unkindness, albeit something is after everything that lives out of doors and everything is after something else. The people of the night enjoy their portion of the twenty-four hours quite as much as the people of the day enjoy theirs. There is about the night that which charms and encourages. It is a world different from the day world, with different music, with different sounds, with different odors and with different pictures unlike those to be seen in the light of the sun. The air Is pure and sweet and clean when darkness comes. The odors are more pronounced, and linger longer. The sounds are more musical; there are fewer discords. Animals adapt themselves readily to their surroundings. That is to say, they are governed by circum stances, and make the most of it. It thus happens that many of the animals who would be glad to work by day and sleep by night, are compelled to reverse things and sleep by day and work by night. Take the deer as an illustration. They are not nocturnal, or night animals, that Is they are not by nature night feeders. They prefer to feed by

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Children eyeing ex-Crown Prince .'To the children on the Dutch

view him in the same light as they would the freaks at a circus. The photo shows a group of children following him as he strolls about his home with a friend. The ex-emperor's son is wearing wooden shoes. He adopted this type of footwear when his running shoes wore out

day, in fact But they have been hunted until they find It unsafe to venture forth by day, and therefore hide during the hours of light and make their living after the sun goes down. The wolves prefer the night as working hours, because they have a better chance of se curing food in the dark. And it is the same with the members of the cat family all of whom hunt by stealth. The Solitude of the Night. But it is a busy world when the sun goes down, and a charming one. You ought to spend a night out of doors and watch and listen. There is no other way to know the people of the night, but they are easy to get acquainted with when the shades are pulled down. They carry on their conversations in the boldest tones. They argue and contend even as do the people of the day. They meet and Bettle their . difference with fang - and claw, and grow sentimental in the soft light of the rays of the moon! rand atars. .But you must get out and understand it for yourself; it cannot be pictured to you in words or upon a canvas. Every sound you hear out of doors means something; it is for you to learn what it means. Even the stillness means something, for if you hear the night thinga carrying on, and then suddenly cease their chirping or their calling, you ought to know that something terrible has been discovered. When the frogs along the edge of the pond cease their croaking, it means that an enemy is known to be creeping up.- When the whip-poor-will stops calling, something has disturbed it When there is a flutter in the trees, something is after the birds. It is all just as easy as it is for a farmer to tell by the squawking of the chickens that a weasel or a skunk Is playing havoc in the hen roost. Lone Scout HOW THE RAINBOW IS FORMED. No doubt every Scout knows what a rainbow is, but few know what causes its formation and under what conditions it exists. A rainbow is formed whenever the direct rays of the sun fall on raindrops. We stand with our backs to the sun with the rain falling In front of us, but not necessarily on the spot where we stand. It is caused by the change of direction of a ray, reflection, and the dispersion of light in drops of water falling through the air. Sometimes we see two bows, one within the other. If one bow only is visible, the colors are the same, with red on the outside and ' violet on the inside. When two bows are seen at the same time the colors of the outer one are just the reversal of the coUors of the inner one. A mlnatura bow may be made on a sunny day with the garden hose, by sending a One spray of water 1 nthe air. The colors will be the same as the rainbow and in all respects it is one, only much smaller. Lone Scout !

Frederick William of Germany strolling ;v Ingsn. island of Wlerlnjen the ex-crown prince

Catching Tarpons I went to Thomas's house the other day. Thomas and his mama came in the machine and took me with them to their country home. There waa a pond near the house. Thomas and I were playing by the pond, and we caught some tarplna and caught some tadpoles. And caught a snake. And I slipped and fell into the pond, and L went to the house and put on Thomas's clothes. And then we ate dinner. We played in the orchard and at the pond. I brought a tarpin home. Robert H. Shelley. 2B, Starr School. , I Earn Money sunday I went to Sunday school. wnen 1 came Oack, my aunt ana uer aaugmer were mere, mamma laiKea ana i went to eat amner ana a preacher came. 'And then we had turns reading. And then Mamma and my cousin went to get ice cream. They stayed about an hour. Mamma served the ice cream. She gave my little sister some and she poured water In it. . v.- . I go to the grocery every morning and make 5 cents. I wash dishes for mother. She pays me. She lets me hare playdinners. Katheryn Elizabeth Miller. 3 A, Whitewater School. Fresh Freshies By Butch and Butz By Stutz and Putz. The girls up at High school seem to take Tommy Turner as a girl hater. But wait! Billy Hall says she is a professional man hater. Too bad boys! We think the Western Union boys had better get new bicycles as their old ones get out of fix so often. Harry Morrow says he does not like to give book reports. We wonder why? Joseph D. likes to go to baseball especially when Putz Hawkins is at the entrance. Some girls like circus day very well, especially when Vin buys them canes. MURDER. The local band had been playing several selections. "What was the last one!" asked a listener of the conductor. "That," replied the man, "was the 'Death of Nelson.'" "No wonder," replied the listener. The Scout"

The vales shall laugh in flowers, tho woods Grow misty green with leafing buds," And violets and wind-flowers sway Against the throbbing heart of May. Whittler.

near hit refuge on Island of Wierof Germany is a curiosity and they

The Schoolroom I . Like the Best I have closed my books and hidden my slate, And thrown my satchel across the gate. .. . , My school is out for a season of ; rest. And now, for the schoolroom I love the best My schoolroom lies on the meadow wide. Where under the clover the sunbeams hide. Where the long vines cling to the mossy bars, And the daisies twinkle like fallen a turn. J Where cluster of butterctiiM art Id i hA arenp j Like showers of gold-dust thrown 0?er the green, I And the Vinds flvine footatena am traced, as they pass. By the dance of the sorrel and dip of the grass. - - ' . My lessons are written in clouds and trees, ' ' And no one whispers, except the breeze, . Who sometimes blows, from a secret place, A stray, sweet blossom against my face. My schoolbell rings in the rippling stream, Which hides Itself, like a schoolboy's dream, Under the shadows and out of sight . . But laughing still for its own delight. .'. My schoolmates there are the birds and bees, And the saucy squirrel, 'more dull than these, For he only learns, in all the weeks. How many chestnuts will fill his cheeks. My teacher is patient, and never yet A lesson of hers did I once forget. For wonderful lore do her lips impart, And all her lessons are learned by heart. O come! O come! or we shall be late. And autumn will fasten the golden gate. Of all the schoolrooms in east or west, Tho school of Nature I love tho : best. Katherine Lee Bates. A RUNAWAY. Once upon a time there was a little boy and he did not like his father or mother, so one day he ran away In the woods. At night he could hear noises. He ran home as fast as he could and told his mother he would never do It again. Richard Noggla. 4B. .

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