Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 44, Number 215, 21 June 1919 — Page 15

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WEEKLY SECTION OF RICHMOND PALLADIUM RICHMOND, IND., SATURDAY, JUNE 21, 1919

A Ghost Story

Once upon a time there was a little girl and one day her mother sent her up town ana this little girl had a pair of gloves and on the way up town she lost these gloves. She came home and told her moth er and her mother said, "You go back and see if you can find those gloves." She went back to see if she could find them and just before she came home, something gave her the gloves and told her if she told her mother who had her gloves something would get her to night at twelve o clock. She said she would not tell her mother and when she got home her mother said, ."Where were the gloves? ) She asked her little girl and the little girl said: "Mother, I can not tell you." Her mother said if you dont tell me, I will punish you, and the little girl said, "Mother,! the ghost had them and he told me not to tell you, something would get me tonight at twelve o'clock, because I told you. And she went to bed that night, and when twelve o'clock came she heard something say; "Up onej step, up two steps, up three steps, up four steps, up five steps, up six steps, up seven steps, up eight steps, up nine steps, up ten steps, up eleven steps, up twelve steps; on the floor, in the door; I am in your room; I'm at yaur bed. Now I got you. Verlie Jones. Naughty June Once there was a little girl named June. She came running home from school one afternoon. June asked her mother if she might go over to her playmate's house. Her mother said she might go. But she had to come home at five o'clock. When five o clock came June was having so much fun that she thought her mother would not mind if she stayed until 6 o'clock, so she did. But when she went home everything was cleared off the table and her mother and father were sitting in the parlor. June asked her mother if she could have something to eat. Her mother said she had been a bad girl so she had to go to bed without any supper. Margaret Minix, A, Starr School. The Corn Song Heap high the farmer's wintry hoard ; Heap high the golden corn. No richer gift has autumn poured From out her lavish horn. Through vales of grass and meads . of flowers, Our plows their furrows made, While on the hills the sun and showers Of changeful April played. We dropped the ' seen o'er hill and plain, Beneath the sun of May; And frightened from our sprouting grain The robber crows away. All through the long bright days of June, Its leaves grew green and fair; And waved in hot midsummer's noon Its soft and yellow hair. And now with autumn's moonlit eves, Its harvest time has come, We pluck away the frosted leaves, And bear the treasure home. Then shame on all the proud and vain, Whose folly laughs to scorn The blessing of our hardy grain, Our wealth of golden corn! Selected by Russell Green. 6A, Finley School. ONLY ME. I had a little teaparty, This afternoon at three. 'Twas very small, ' Three guests in all Just I myself and me. .Myself ate up the sandwiches, While I drank up the tea, It was also I That ate the pie, iii;. And passed the cake to me. Selected by Charline Foreman, 6A, Finley School.

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Amy's Muslin Dress "She is odd, I know, mamma, but we girls all like her, I really want her at my birthday party." "I told you that you could invite any one that you desired, but" then her mother laughed a little. "They say that Amy is not real bright, and she hasn't a thing suit able to wear." "I do not think that she is a welcome shild in her own home, be cause when the others go, she is usually left at home. The neighbors say that she is always in the kitchen, scrubbing the kettles' or cleaning. But if you would like to have her come, there is your blue muslin dress with ruffles on it that she might have to wear for the oc casion if you are willing." From Laura May Beetem. (Continued next week.) A Fairy Sword Once upon a time there was a prince who had a sword no human power could break When he was a man he heard there was a sleeping princess. There was a dragon and a sheet of fire. Before he came 'to the princess he killed the dragon and put out the fire. The princess and the prince lived happily ever after. Donald Hoffman, MY PET KITTEN. I have a pet kitten. His name Is Tommy. He Is black and white, He has white feet and a white collar. He likes all kinds of meat. lie is a very pretty kitten. When I sit down on a chair, he jumps up on my lap and takes a nap. He likes to play with me and my brother. Margaret Muckridge. 5B, Whitewater School

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The Initiation Once upon a time there was a club of men! They did not know how to initiate their new members, so they had to put their club oft till the next year to decide where they could go. They thought they would go to some other town. One young man thought of one place. His name was John. John said, "Let's go to Dayton." "What for?" said the rest. "For the initiation," said John. "Why go there?" said the others "On account of the streets, they are so full of holes," said John. "We could g) around in an auto mobile." "They would have to sit on a pillow for a week," said John. "All right," said all the rest. "Let's go," said John, "and take all the new members with us." A compliment on the streets of Dayton. Frederic Weir. Starr School. Hans' Pet Bear Once there was a little boy named Hans, and his uncle was in the war. One day he came home. His uncle was a great hunter. The next day he said he was going hunting and Hans asked if he might go, and his uncle said yes. So they started out. Pretty soon thoy saw something in the bushes and they looked around and saw a bear. It was a baby bear and it was limping. Hans went up to it and looked at its paw and there was a thorn, and Hans took it out and the bear licked his hand. Hans and his uncle took the bear home, and after that Hans -went every day with his uncle to hunt. Edith Warner. 4B, Starr School.

My Little Dog Once I had a little black dog, His name was Jack. He ran away last week and hasn't come back yet. I thought he was killed. The next morning he came and barked at the door. And then I let him in. Jack was hungry, so I gave I him a piece of bread, but he did not cat that. Thn I gave him some cake. He ate that so fast, he could eat no more. He is not a good dog at all. You surely could tell that at the first. I'll tell .vou here comes the sad part of the story. I'll tell it now. My dog got killed by a wagon. It didn't have any sense I guess. This is the end of the story. . Mildred Lady. 4A, Starr School. An April Fool It was April Fool's Day. Dick came down the road running. He stopped. There before him was a pretty box. "I won't be fooled," he said, "I will hide in the bushes and see who will pick it up." He did not have to wait long for just then Mary came down the road. "What a pretty box!" she said. "I will open it." She opened it and there was a $100 government bond. Mary went home laughing. Dick came xmt of the bushes, frowning. "I wish I had picked it up," he said. Charlcne Foreman. 5A, Finley School OUR DOG. Our dog is a little dog and his name is Spot, and he is a funny little dog too. He bites and he plays in the yard, and one night I took him to get milk, and those peo ple had a dog and they got in a fight. They threw each other down and they bit each other and then I came home. Dallas Cook. 4A, Sevastopol School.

The Elephant and the Child The arching trees above a path Had formed a pleasant shade;

And here to screen him while ha slept, An infant boy was laid. His mother near him . gathered ' fruit, ' , But soon with fear she cried, For slowly moving down the path An elephant she spied. The sticks he crushed beneath his . feet, Had waked the sleeping child, Who pushed aside the waving curls And looked at him and smiled. The mother could not reach the spot; With fear she held her breath, And there in agony she stood, To see him crushed to death. The heavy foot the monster held A while above the boy,' Who laughed to see it moving there, And clapped his hands with joy. The . mother saw it reach the ground Beyond her infant son, And watched till every foot was safe ' Across the little one. She caught the Infant from the ground, For there unharmed he lay, And could have thanked the noble beast, Who slowly walked away. Selected by Rosaire Burtt. ' Finley School. Tank Attempts To Climb Pike's Peah The "Little Zeb" is one of the several tanks that toured the western states in the interest of the Victory loan ; but it is the only one that tried to climb Pike's Peak. It courageously chose an unfavorable time of year, too, when the winding mountain road was blocked by snowdrifts that sometimes rose in its path to a height of 10 feet. It waddled along finely behind its motto "Pike's Peak or Bust," however, until twelve ' miles up the slope something did "bust." Repairs were made, despite a 60-mile gale, near-zero weather, and a cracker-and-sardine diet for the crew. Then the "Little Zeb" started again, only to be stopped, still short of the summit, arid ordered elsewhere by a messenger from headquarters. Too Mitch To Figure Uncle Lightfoot approached a clerk in the drug store and in- , quired: "Got any three-cent stamps?" "No," the clerk replied, "we're all out of threes." "Dat's too bad," said Uncle Mose, " 'cause dis letter ought to go out tonight." "We have plenty of twos." "But dis letter goes out ob town," "And we have plenty of ones." "But one won't take it" "Couldn't you put on a two and a one?" Huh?" s "Or three ones?" As the old man ambled towards the door he scratched his head and answered: "Maybe I could; maybe I could; but I ain't got no time to be foolin' 'roun' tryin' to add up." Clara Wostendorff. St Andrew's School. Kind-Hearted Nina There once were two men, and they had one child,- one a boy and the other had a girl. The one that had a girl was very rich, and made his little girl do nothing but sit around. But the other was very poor. One day he sent his boy away to get some meat for supper. He had only a dime and he could not get the meat. Some one said to him, "Robert!" And he looked around and it was Nina. She gave him some more money and he got his meat and went home. And Nina came over and cooked it for them and they lived very happily ever after. Martha Ycdding.