Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 44, Number 226, 5 July 1919 — Page 15
RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY, JULY 5, 191$
PAOB THREE
THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM New York Society Girls Who'll Meet
Prince When He's Feted at Newport
The Junior Palladium i3 the children's section of the Richmond Palladium, founded May 6, 1916, and issued each Saturday afternoon. Allboys and girls are Invited to be reporters and contributors. News Items, Koclal events, "want" advertisements, stories, local jokes and original poems are acceptable and will be published. Articles should to written plainly and on one side of the paper, with the author's name ami age signed. Aunt Polly Is always glad to met the children personally a3 they bring their articles to The Palladium office, or to receive letters a-ldrcssed to the Junior Editor. This is your littte newspaper htmI we hone each boy and girl will use it thoroughly. .
A War Dog From Overseas WILLIAM MACK. Bruges is a foreigner by birth. He was born in Bruges, Belgium, anil lie vas named alter the town by Clyde Hess, sergeant of Company M. 147th Infantry, 37th Ohio Division. The soldiers picked up Bruges from a Belgian peasant. The peasant could not afford the food that Bruges required. The boys made a fuss over the animal and gave Iti in to Captain Charles Gerlach. Later the captain was transferred to the divisional headquarters and lie took the dog along. The captain and the dog became close friends. The dog often accompanied liini to the front lines. On one occasion the captain was at headquarters and some information that he had was needed badly. The dog had been brought to the front lines by a soldier who had
taken a fancy to him. German shells began to fall. The information was needed. A note was fastened on a collar that was worn by Bruges and he was sent back along the dangerous route to his master. Captain (ierlach received the note and sent back the information. Bruges became a factor in the war for humanity. Often a messenger, carrying little Bruges in his arms, would be sent to the front lines. His orders were to send back information in the flap fixed on the dog's collar, to
avoid danger himself as much as
possible. Bruges carried scores of
messages during the Argonne
tlrive.
When the war ended, Captain
Gerlach was sent into Germany
He feared to take the dog along, eo entrusted Bruges to Sergeant
Clyde Hess, who Captain Gerlach
knew loved the dog. Hess easily
brought the dog to Brest. He stuffed him in his barracks bag and succeeded in getting him aboard
the battleship Pueblo without de
tection.
Two days out form Brest the dog
was discovered. Ship authorities ruled that the dog should go everboard. Company M ruled that they
would go overboard with the dog. The dog stayed. He spent a few weeks at Camp Mills. Then took the New York Central Pullman to Toledo and then motored CO miles to Port Clinton. Ho is the happiest thing alive. Sergeant Hess now is back home but everyone calls and asks to see the wonderful dog, and Hess is proud to subordinate himself to this noble little animal. Bruges wears the "Sam Brown Belt" that he wore in action. Our Dumb Animals.
Kill Him Now! Don't let him live an instant longer than the moment when you first catch sight of him. He carries disease germs from filth to your food. He lives about three months and often leaves about nine hundred descendents behind him, if he is allowed to live his whole life. Kill him nowl He carries millions of germs around with him all the time. He does not know enough to keep out when he sees Bcrcens. The only way to be free of him, is to kill him and all his kind evcrytime you sec him. Keeping things clean about house and barn, will do a great deal to keep him away, because he can not find food, but the
surest way to banish him forever, is to keep a real flexible piece of wire which has been tacked on a wooden frame, handy, and bring It down swiftly upon hiim whenever you catch sight of him and his brothers. Other good bait for him is a fish head, a mixture of brown sugar and vinegar, or bread and milk. But the best way to get rid of him is to kill him, to swat him! And to what does "him" refer? The housefly.
A Boastful Man In the tarly days of the now world-famed Adam's Kx press company, when the "pony express" was in service, there was a corpulent and ostentatious cowboy, who was known by the name of Jerry Bailey or better "Bones." Jerry was tall, but exceedingly fleshy, with broad shoulders, short arms, hands that woulu fit over an ordinary man's back, feet that would give some uneasiness to anything that they would come into contact with, and his whole frame was most stoutly put together. In Sleepy Canon in Wyoming, there is a high cliff on one side of
the road and on the other an immense and dense forest. This place is known as Horseshoe Bend. One fine autumnal day, as the King of Day was casting his golden javelins over the weather-beaten
crest onto the brunette foliage of the forest. Bones was finishing his daily tour of the route, when suddenly his little steed became startled. Before Bones could blink his eyes, a fuzzy mass sprang from the cliff and clawed his back. Bones screamed shrilly. The pony reared
and dashed blindly into the thick
of the forest. Bones in his fright
fell and instead of being received
by the open arms of Mother Earth
he fell upon a soft, cushion-like
substance, which immediately
emitted in rapid succession some gruff sounds. Bones jumped up
and staggered back to the road,
When he arrived at the nearest vil
lage he told a narrative about an
ape of immense strength and mag
nitude that had attacked him and that he had stunned the animal by
a mere blow of his nst. A posse
of cowpunchers went to Horseshoe Bend with the hope of seeing an extraordinary specimen of an ani
mal. When they arrived at the spot they easily tracked the horse into the forest and there they found a young grizzly bear about
the size of a coon. They returned to the village to mob Bones; but he was never again discovered in
that section of tho country.
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Lithuania
A good disposition is worth a million dollars. Buster Brown.
The geography of Europe will
have to be unlearned and relearnod now that the articles of peace are to be signed. How many people
have known what Lithuania is,
where it is, who the Lithunians are, and what their history has been? Not many, and yet Lithuania has
had a dramatic, if a rather unchron-
icled, record.
Lithuania is the northernmost
barrier between Russia and Germany, a strategic position, which,
if she is independent, shuts the gate between east Prussia and Rus
sia, and if he is overwhelmed, opens the gate. Lithuania is north of Poland, with a seacoast line of 100 miles on the Baltic sea. Lithuania has retained her national characteristics, in spite of hundreds of years of attempted denationalization by Germans, Poles, and Russians successively. Edicts against her language, her religion, her customs, political repression and economic tyranny have all
failed to keep down the little racial nation of 7,000,000 people, Lithuania's people are neither Teutonic nor Slavic, but a separate branch of the Indo-European race, with a language closely resembling the ancient Sanscrit. In appearance,, Lithuanians are large and
powerful, with fair hair and blue eyes. They are an industrious, tenacious people, with a high appreciation of culture, a rare capacity for work, both manual and mental, Christian Science Monitor.
The younger set in Newport and Washington are going to be more than anxious during the next few weeks awaiting the expected arrival of the Crown Prince of Wales in this country. There will be many of the young debutantes who will think of nothing but a possible introduc
tion to uie young prince. Miss Genevieve Clendenin is one of a very small and exclusive colony of American society girls who will act as parnters for the prince during his stay in Newport Miss Clendenin is'
at present spending the early summer with her parents at their summer home at Ardsley-on-the-HudBon, but she expects to go to Newport around Aug. 1, to be the house guest of Miss Tiffany, who will also meet
tne iuiure tngnsn ting. The prince Is expected in Newport, around
THE POETtEON. Once upon a time there "was a little boy named Leon. Ills father died when ho was a little baby. When he grew up ho became a great poet. Mary Martin. IB, Warner School
Solving A Mystery CHAPTER I. In the Woods.
"All right, Nemo, let's go," this
was tho hearty reply. Gimaf and
Nemo were good friends and nearly
always were together. The above answer was to a query about going
to the woods.
The talked about many things
that happened along this familiar path: "Remember the rabbit your
dog caught here, Nemo?
"Sure, wish he would catch an
other."
After they had traveled a good
distance, Gimaf stopped as if he
had an "idea."
"What's on your gizzard?" asked
Nemo.
"Let's go to our haunt and see
what's there."
They turned to the north and
soon began to pick their way with caution for the gully was full of
boulders.
"I'll say there's something here,"
yelled Gimaf.
In a pile of rock there was an
'officii ual" piece of paper; it was
held in place by thorns.
"Hurry up Nemo! Don't keep
a feller watting," said Gimaf.
"Read it and see," was Nemo's1
answer. "Let's scatter, and find the arrow on a rock," said Nemo. The search was conducted for almost fifteen minutes, when Nemo found the Innocent arrow head rudely drawn on a rock. He then followed it to the east They looked for a tree on the hill top. CHAPTER II. The Three Trials. "nere is trial No. 1," paid Gimaf, the next day. They followed the arrow head to the east then to a tree on the hilltop, then six feet to the east After digging for a good while Nemo announced, "Trial L failure." Another tree waa "spotted," but
the hole revealed nothing. Trial
No. 2, gone.
The last trial was the same 'as
the other two, without results.
The next day Gimaf and Nemo proceeded to the haunt, but by vote
it waa decided to go "swimin' " and to travel through "Possum Hollow." On returning, Gimaf said, "I'll
give it one more try and quit." Nemo chose a tree and to his immense joy, he unearthed a tin box. Tho box was opened and the contents handled fondly. The tin box'B contents will never be known to the "publick." CHAPTER III. The Letter. The letter that was found, is as
follows: "Follow the arrow head
on to rock between two large bushes to the east. Go to tree on top of hill, then six feet east. Dig! dig! dig! There you will find "
The rest was erased. Written by "Nemo."
The Willing Girl Once there was a little girl
named Florence, who wanted to do
something for mother. But she did not know how. So she put on her
hat to go to school and find out Just then mother asked her to put baby to sleep, and watch her while
mother got dinner. Florence helped mother very much in this way. Then her littlo brother called her to help him find his ball. So Florence hunted for the ball, and at last, her bright eyes spied it in the grass. After dinner, a little friend whose mother was sick came to bo comforted and amused. Florence made her have a nice time, and sent her home with some pretty flowers for her sick mother. Russell Crane. CB, Whitewater School.
The Navijo Indians J How many of you Juniors have; seen the beautiful blankets and' rugs and pottery that the Navajo Indians make? The colors that are used most in the blankets are red, black and gray, and white. Everyone that owns a Navajo blanket is proud of its beauty. Do you know where these Indians live that make these blankets? They live in Arizona and New Mexico, mostly, and, though they are real American Indians, they look very much like some Indian tribes of Asia and Africa. They are a most interesting tribe and are much less civilized than many other tribes of American Indians. They keep the old customs of their ancestors, speak a strange language, and worship anything which has life and power, which they cannot understand, as the sun, fire, dawn, mountains, earth, wind, and even
bears and snakes.
Their tibe numbers about 32.500 people and is rapidly growing. They
have no fixed homes, but are con
stantly wandering, which does not surprise you when you see what
kind of dirt hovels they live in. No
one would want to stay very many
years in such a place as that. They have flocks of sheep and goats, from which they get mutton and
milk, and can support themselves. Luxuries are not theirs, and few comforts, but they are a happyhearted people, careless, mostly ig
norant, and not caring for the
things they do not have. Bread,
mutton and coffee is their most common meal.
The regular Navajo home is
built of logs and mud in the shape of an Eskimo hut, and is called a
hogan." It usually'faces the cast.
in honor of the sun. But many of
the Indians have built better homes
since they have found out what
kind of homes the white man builds. They are friendly Indians, and the children are as playful as
any of you Juniors, entering into
all the games of the schools to
which they go, and the boys are proving themselves to be good athletes.
The origin of the public school system of America dates back to the time of the settlement of Massachusetts and ConnecticuL
Hidden Talents "Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air." Thomas Gray. What inspiring words aro these! And what an interpretation there is to be derived from them! There is such a beautiful and exact simile formed between a human being and a frail, little desert flower. Mid the solitude and loneliness of the desert one day a weary wayfarer was cooling his feverish brow with the clear, sparkling water of a small stream that forced its way into this scorching land. Near it there was a large stone and as the traveler was nearly ex
hausted he thought he would take advantage of Mother Nature's kind hospitality by seating himself
npon one of her rude chairs. As he advanced toward the boulder.
his gaze became fastened upon an object which grew near. Did I use the verb "grew?" Yes, this object proved to be a tiny, delicate blue
flower!
What a shame that God should
create such beautiful flowers like
this one to bloom, wither and die without their beauty being esteemed by anyone! But we do not
have to go a3 far as the desert to
find such hidden wonders; all about
us we find people wasting talent
and intelligence while they might
have become famous men and women had they only presented before the eyes of the public their abilities. But instead, the latter were concealed, curtained In by the timidity of their possessions. Louise M. Kenley.
HOW WE FELL OUT. My little old man and me fell out, I'll tell you what It was about, I had money, he had none. And that's the way the noise begun. Sent in by Maxine W'orley. Grade 1, Vailo School
THE DIFFERENCE. When I was a little boy. About so high, , My mother took a stick. And made me cry. But now I'm a big boy and Mother cannot do it;
But father takes a stick
And goes right to it Richard
4B, Finley School
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