Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 44, Number 203, 7 June 1919 — Page 15
RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY, JUNE 7, 1919
PAOB THREB
THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM Allboys and girls are invited to be reporters and co ntr JJom. News items, social events, "want" advertisements, stories, J" original poems are acceptable and will be Published Articles should be written plainly and on one side of the paper, with the author's name and age signed. Aunt Polly is always glad to meet the children personally as they bring their articles to The Palladium office or to jeceive letters addressed to the Junior Editor. This is your little newspaper and we hope each boy and girl will use it thoroughly.
The Magic Handmill Once upon a time there-was an old man who lived at the edge of a large forest who was quite poor, .and his old age made it almost impossible for him to make a living for himself and family. But this poor man had a brother that was very rich and as Christmas was
approaching he went to his brother and asked him for a trifling gift, which made his rich brother very
angry. But as Christmas is a time when even the meanest of people
give gifts, he took a large ham,
threw it at his brother and bade
him never to let him see his face again. The poor man picked up the ham put it under his arm, and wishing his brother a merry Christmas, he bade his rich brother goodbye. But on his way homo he had to go through the forest, he saw another old man splitting wood. "Good evening," said he to the man splitting wood. "Good evening," said he to the poor man, "that is a fine ham you are carrying." So the poor man told him the whole story whereupon the wood splitter told him, "It is lucky that you came this way. Now listen to me. You take that ham to the land of the dwarfs, and the scent of the ham will bring all the dwarfs from their stopping place. They will try to buy it, but don't sell it for money, but only trade it for the old hand mill which stands behind the door it is quite out of order. But bring it to me and I will show you how to use it. Now do as I tell you, and do no other
way. Bo the poor man picked up the ham and started for the land of the dwarfs. Scarcely had he entered the land of the dwarfs than they became attracted by the scent of the ham. They tried to buy it. They offered him gulls, old fashioned gold and silver, but the poor man Baid. "I will only sell it for the the old hand mill which stands behind the door." But they did not want to part with it so they
talked for a long time. So the poor
man picked up his ham and started to go, whereupon the chief of the dwarf tribe, said; "Let him have
the old hand mill and we will have the ham." So the trade was made. The poor man picked up the little old hand mill which was not half so large as the ham, put it under his arm, and went back to his newfound friend who showed him how to use it and told him never to sell or lend the old hand mill . So picking up his new treasure, he started for home. When he arrived home it was quite late. His dear wife met him at the door and asked him where on earth had he been. She said, "Here I have been waiting and waiting. We have
nothing to put in the porridge pot
for a Christmas dinner." But he
bade his wife wait and see. He placed the little old mill on the
floor and began to turn the crank
To his great surprise the first
thing that came out was a por
ridge pot boiling over with deli
cious things to eat. Then they ground out a table, chairs and dish
es and lots of presents for each one of the family, and after all of these things, they ground out lots of presents for the rest of the poor
children in the community, and much was the happiness of that Christmas which came from the poor man obeying the order of his new friend whom he met in the heart of the great forest. Viola M. Hamilton. Whitewater School.
are the Kaffir Singing Boys, obtained for the Methodist Centenary Celebration at Columbus, O., June 20 to July 13, as part of the exposition's African exhibit of what the Methodi3t missionaries have done for the far off peoples of the world. These boys represent five African tribes speaking different languages and demonstrating the possibilities bound up in the young life of that continent. . They sing
in three languages, present war scenes, wedding scenes, demon
strate the power of the witch doctors, sing their marching songs in
their native way and also sing in pure English. They were trained by J. II. Balmer, a noted English traveler, explorer and authority on South Airica, a Fellow of the Royal Geographical Society. ' He brought them to the United States. African huts forming a kraal have been constructed in the African building at the Centenary Celebration, as the appropriate setting for the groups of native Christians and exhibits brought from that great continent. The African range from the black man of the Congo to the white natives of Northern Africa, and the scenic effects range from jungle huts to replicas of the pretentious edifices left by the ancient Romans.
Daredevil Flyer Climbs From One
Plane to Another 2,500 Feet in Air
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Scout Captain Here Girls of the Richmond Girl Scout Troop will entertain Mrs. F. E. Wirebaugh, Monday afternoon at the home of their captain, Mrs.
Alva Jones, 8 North Tenth street. Mrs. Wirebaugh - is captain of a troop of scouts in Toledo, Ohio, and the local girls are expecting to hear some more ideas about Girl Scout activities. The girls are planning some
other special scout meetings tp be held during Mrs. Wlrebaugh's stay in this city, but nothing definite
has been decided yet.
Captain Wirebaugh expects to be
In this city about two weeks.
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Lieutenant Locklear on top of lower plane with the other Into which climbed approaching with the rope ladder dangling below.
A few months ago Lieut. Omer . fore the war started. He got the
KAFFIR BOYS Summer furs are no novelty to these smiling young persons from Kaffirland, who are, shown featuring the expensive leopard-skin and other valuable fur costumes. Long before wearing furs in the hottest weather became vogue, these denizens of the Dark Continent, and their progenitors were shielding themselves from the sun's fierce rays with pelts which would cost hundreds of dollars in any flrstclass furrier's place. The smilers
Meeting A Hunter
Once upon a time there was a
little girl whose name was Mary,
and her father and mother were rich and all around their house was a woods. All kinds of animals
lived in the woods. Mary was out for a walk one afternoon and she heard a growl and she called and called, but a man was coming up
the road on a horse and he heard the little girl calling and went to see what was the matter. When
he looked up, he saw a bear com
ing toward the little girl and as
he was hunting he had his gun
along and shot the bear and then
he asked the little girl where she lived and she told him and he took
her home, and then her father and
mother were so glad when he told
them all about it they made him
their guard for the little girl. When
ever she took a walk he would go
out with her so she would not get lost or hurt. So they lived happy ever after. Florence Dingley. Finley School.
A Ball's History Warner school is surrounded on all sides by business streets. The boys have lost many balls. On one side of the building there is an interurban station. One day the boys were playing ball, and one of the boys knocked the ball on the tarck. The interurban ran over it and we never could play with that ball again. Not many days after that
we got a new ball. One day the ball went into the street and it rolled into the sewer. The janitor tried to get it out, but he couldn't.
The boys want a bigger play ground so we can play ball. The boys wonder if the city would put a screen on the sewer.
Raymond Fraze.
6A, Warner School
Lockyear thrilled the world with his daring feat of droping from one airplane 3,500 feet in the air to the top of another plane a few feet be
low. Just a few days ago he overshadowed this feat by standing on the top wing of a plane, then jumping up to grasp a rope ladder suspended from an airplane above and climbing into the plane above. All this happened 2,500 feet above the earth at Atlantic City. Lockyear denies he does the thrillers simply to defy death and gain publicity for himself. He says he has one purpose in mind to boost tviation. His feats in transferring
himself from one plane to another show, he says that fuel and supplies can be transferred in midair without stopping a plane. This accomplishment will make non-stop transcontinental flying possible, he
points out. Lockyear modestdly points out that Bomeone must be a pioneer in developing certain phases and gathering certain facts concerning flying and that he is doing what he does to contribute his part. The air-acrobat is an experienced flier. He was flying two years be-
idea of riding an airplane much as
a lady acrobat does a horse In a circus while a cadet at Barron Field,, Tex. The government regulations demand that every cadet must be able to read ten words a minute from panels on the ground while flying at a certain height. The work is difficult because, as the plane circles over the field some part of the framework or -wings constantly interferes with one's vision. Lockyear decided to get a clearer glimps of the ground when he tried to pass the test. So he simply climbed over the side of the cockpit onto a wing of the plane and then slipped down to the land
ing frame below. Needless to say he read the ten words in a minute
and got a perfect score,
Lockyear's favorite positions
while doing his stunts on a plane
are standing poised, apparently ready to Jump, on the upper wings of the plane, and hanging by his knees, head downward, from under
frame of the plane. Occasionally he takes a notion to straddle the tail and work himself out to the
end of it.
The Circus Through . Billy's Eyes We missed quite A bit of the Barnum & Bailey circus Tuesday night. We Found more fun in Watching Billy Yarbrough Watch the show Than watching It ourself. Billy, Who is about five Or six years old,
We'd judge, was there With bells on, Take it from him. He sat astride his Father's knee right Next to us, and If he missed anything That went on under 1 That canvas it Wasn't because he Didn't try to see it all. And Just think of watching A circus through the Eager, wonder-struck Eyes of Billy Yarbrough, Five or six, or Somewhere thereabout! It was a fairy land To Billy and he didn't Try to conceal the Fact that he was Enchanted and under The Bpell of the Circus magic. When A clown came by and Stumped his toe on Nothing and fell all Over himself and then
Fell all over himself Some more, trying to Find the nothing he Had stumped bis toe On to begin with, why, Billy guffawed until He got red in the face. He didn't know that That was old stuff With the merryandrews Of Shakespeare's day, And maybe further back Than that. And he Didn't care. It was New stuff to him And so far as he Was concerned it was i Just what the doctor Ordered. And Billy Was pale with rapture When a beauteous and Bespangled lady hooked A bunion over a Trapeze bar and swung Head down from one Side of the big tent To the other. He Cheered when she wafted A kiss to a spectator Whore he sat, And when The spectator blew her Back another, why, that Was just too allflred Utterly too too for Words! To Billy those Tin spangles she wore Were as precious as The Jewels that came From Ormus and old Ind. And he'd no Idea that All those unbound raven Locks which whipped in The breese as she
The Best Place Of Course I'm sticky, mother, But youli me anyway; So hold mo, plea?? lMell you Where I have been today.
This morning did you miss me? I went away bo far, I found a lovely place way down Where ail the berries are. I ate all kinds 'cept green ones, Smacked my lips and shut my eyes.
They tasted most as good, I thought As those in grandma's pics.
I let the sun squint down on me, And make the freckles grow,
And swallowed berries, one by one, All Juicy, sweet, and slow.
I didn't mind this morning
How berry bushes scratch; , I thought the best place in the . world Was in the berry patch. But now I'm tired a little bit. Maybe I'll take a nap. I know the best place in the world Is on my mother's lap. Selected by Dorothy Felt man. 3d Grade, St. John's School.
The Two Travelers Two travelers were once crossing the desert. Suddenly, away off in the distance, they saw a huge monster. "What can it be?" they cried in terror. For against the sunset sky, the strange shape seemed immense. The travelers hid behind somelmshes, for fear the monster would see them. By and by the shape drew nearer and nearer. And how relieved the poor travelers were! For it was only a gcntlo, harmless camel! Distance often makes a danger seem greater. But when you come nearer, you are not afraid. Dorethea Catherine Bode. 3d Grade, St. John's School.
Strawberry Time A bunch of strawberries, ruby red, Hanging high over Baby's head. No, Baby, no! you must not grasp, You'd crush them in your heedless clasp. . Shut your eyes beneath your curls; Open your mouth with its six white pearls. If Baby had her way I know Where all the berries ripe would go. . v. ' :f Sent in by Robert C. Baumer. 3d Grade, St. Andrew's School.
A PET. I once had a little robbin, and its mother killed it, and one died. And she hasn't any more. I'm going to sell her, I'm going "to ask my mother to get me a better one, Bernice Alice Reed. 3 A, Hibberd School
Rose and fell with The trapeze bar were In all likelihood grown On somebody else. And , . The men in gaudy coats Who put up wondrous Contraptions for the Actors and took them Down again they were To him maharajahs of A charmed land and He wouldn't have thanked You to tell him that In Reality most of them Were Weary Willies Of the purest ray Serene. To Billy Everything that glistened Was line spun gold; As golden as his Own little world of Dreams and fancies as He sat astride his Father's knee dazzled By the beauty and The splendor and the Gorgeousness of it all. And we minded the time When we sat astride Our. own father's knee And thrilled as litUe Billy Yarbrough thrilled At the tinseled men and Women and grew drunk With wonder at the maze Of miracles performed Before our startled eyes. So, betwixt envying Little Billy Yarbrough And being tickled at His enthusiasm when a Clown or somebody would Do something that just Simply couldn't be done, We got all our pass Called for, and then Some on top of that