Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 44, Number 238, 19 July 1919 — Page 18

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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY. JULY 19, 1919

Adventures Of Their Boarding School Days A COMEDY INTHREE ACTS Characters The Dean. Kathryn, known as Kitty. Julia, called Judy. Ethel McCurk. Helen McCurk, sister to Ethel. Maxine Arlan. . Annabelle Bair. Act 1, Scene 1. Scone The room of Maxine Arlan and Kathryn Pendell In Miss Gordon's Boarding School for Girls. Time, 8 o'clock in the evening. Maxine is a blonde girl or 16. She is dressed in a kimona and is propped up in a chair reading.

Kathryn is at the other end of the room, sitting at a desk or table, writing a letter home. She also wears a kimona. Enter Julia Higgens and Anna belle Bair, room mates across the hall. Maxine (rising and dropping her book) Hello girls, have a chair. Kathryn was writing a letter home and I was Just reading. Kathryn (turning round as she was wrMing) Hello, girls, And Beat anyplace. , - (Everyone is seated, and a lively discussion is begun about the ten nis games on the following day) Juiia I do hope you'll be one of the vinners tomorrow, Maxine. Maxine Well, I do too, because 1 have been practicing so faithfully. Annabelle What good doe3 it do you to win, anyway. You dont gtt anything out of it. You just get honors. Kathryn (provoked) Well,, An nabelle, honors are very rare in this ccliool, and it isn't nice at all to try and discourage Maxine. Annabelle (rising to leave) Huh, Marine is the teacher's pet. so eho'll get honors, anyway, without bavins to work for them. Come on. Julia, let's go. I want to go ' to bed. ' . Julia I don't care to go. You may go it you want. ' Maxine Well, of all things, What has struck Annabelle? Ever since that day I was out walking with Miss Monarch she has acted that way. Julia She is to be pitied. Kathryn Well, girls, don't you think we all had better retire, so as to be fresh for the games tomorrow. Julia Yes, I must be going to bed. (Leaves). ' (Kathryn and Maxine retire to the next room). Curtain. Act 2, Scene same as Act I. ' (Kathryn is straightening up the Bitting room. Maxine appears) Maxine Come on, Kitty, let's go down to breakfast. (Kathryn flnshes in a hurry and both leave). ' " (Anabelle Bair sneaks in and steals Maxine's racket, which is lying on the couch, and bides it in her rconi). - Annabelle-Now she ' won't win without a tenis racket (Julia, Maxine and Kathryn enter the room tor get their hats and the tennis racket). , Girls look for tennis racket! vthrvti looks at her watch It's almost 9 o'clock when the game Btam, and I don't know what's be come of it. Dean (appears in girls room). Why girls, what is the matter? EXCHANGE COLUMN Open to All Boys snd Girls. These Ads Cost You Nothing; Send in Your "Wants" to The Palladium Junior. WANTED Position of taking care of babies and small children by girl, age 13. Phone 2828. LOST Wreath artiicials flowers, between Eleventh and Fifteenth streets on C. Phone 2366 or call at 206 N. Eleventh. FOUND A girl's bicycle in an alley near North Q street. Call Junior Palladium office. FOR SALE A small bird bouse. Price 15 cents. Call Claude Bond 1237'i Main street FOR SALE History of the War. Life ui Theodore Roosevelt. Call 236 South Third. WANTED Boys to Join the Lone I

Scouts of America. Application The girls all look shocked and exIree. Inquire, 1215 South C at. change locfts). Why Annabelle!

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On top, scene in Hillsboro, Ohio, as ii iqqus loaay. center, ien 10 right: "Mother" Thompson, founder of the W. C. T. U. and the movement to make the nation dry; Rev. W. J. McSurely, pastor of the Crusade church, and Mrs. Saylor, one of the few surviving crusaders. Below is an old print of Bates's saloon and some of the active crusaders who bought and burned his liquor. Many years ago, in 1873 to be exact, a group of people who called themselves crusaders started to "clean up" the town of Hillsboro, Ohio. It was the start of the prohibition movement. Their first step was to put the evil saloons out of business. "Mother" Thompson was Don't you know the game is about to start? Julia Miss Gordon, Maxine was sure she put her tennis racket on the couch here before she went down to breakfast, and when we came back it was gone, and it isn't to be found anywhere in our rooms. (Maxine starts to cry and Kathryn consiles her). Dean Well, I have a tennis racket downstairs you can use, and we'll start a vigorous search, after the games.' Come let's go now. (Girls get their hats and go to game). Act 3 Scene same as Act 1 Time, late afternoon, after the games. Maxine (ehocked). Why Where's my tennis racket? I am sure I laid it here on the coucn. Maxine I wonder what is the; matter with Annabelle? I don t see her out at the tennis court, and she hasn't been in all day. Julia She is jealous, Maxine, and has stayed in her room all day. Helen The Dean is searching all the girls' rooms for tennis rackets Ethel Yes, sue Is probably on this floor now. (Some one knocks at the door). Kathryn Come in. . Enter the Dean with a tennis racket in one hand. She holds Annabelle with the other. . Dean This is the thief. (Annabelle holds her head down.

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(at the head of the crusaders. She 1 was iuk luuuuer ui iuc v. . . j and the movement to make the country, dry. Another person who was helping lead the crusaders in their action against the saloons was Rev. W. J. McSurely, pastor of the Crusade church in 1873. Hs is now pastor of a church at Oxford, Ohio. The Crusaders met in front of the various saloons in the town there were not more than three or four and started praying them out of business. When the saloonists surrendered they brought their stock and burned it in the public square. Mrs. Saylor is one of the few surviving crusaders who lived to see the nation go dry, thus completing what she and others attempted to do in 1873. She is now ninetyfour years old. Dean I found this tennis racnet in her room. Annabelle (soberly). Girls, I must confess, I was very jealous of Maxine and my jealousy would not let me sec Maxine get all the honors. Maxine I am awfully sorry ror what I have said about you. Will you forgive me? (Maxine runs up and puts her arms around Annabelle) I certainly will forgive you, and all the other girla will too, won't you girls. Girls Sure, we will. Dean It's supper, time, girls, so let's go downstairs. Girla Yes, let's do. I'm awfully hungry after all this excitement Girls lock arms and leave. Curtain. By G. S. Richmond high school. A Little Heroine Once upon a time there was a little girl named Ruth. She was 8 years old. She had no father or mother. One day she got sick, and people came and had the doctor to come. He said she had chicken pox, so one day she got well as she saw a little baby. It was close to a river. She ran and caught it before it fell in. The baby was old enough to talk. The baby told her where he lived. She took him to his home and his mother, was so glad to see him that she told the little girl sne could live with them and she lived happy ever after. Clara Longfellow, Finley school 5B.

Long ago, when mills were mills and no factories, when mill-ponds were broad snd smooth, with pond lilies growing around the edges, and the great wheels came up dripping diamonds in the sun, there lived in a little New rJngland town a miller whom we will call Henry. Millers were millers in those days, too, not engineers. They were nowdered from head to heel

with flour, so white that they hung up their overalls behind the door before they left the mill, not to trail the marks of their trade all the wav home. Henry was seldom prompt in his change, and as his. brother Ira always waiteci ior nenry. Ira was not prompt either. First one curly head ami then enother appeared in the doorway; and one shrill, childish voice after another piped up: "Dinner's ready Father!" They said "Father," but they looked at "Unci" Ira" one word, if vou please. That was the way they said it. There were four curly heads, and, when the neighbors told off the members of the family, Anne and Mary and Hester and Betty were named after their father and mother" and then there's Uncle Ira," they raid. But the children said it . the other way, Uncle Ira first. Father and Mother were often busy and preoccupied, but Uncle Ira's interest centered in them and theirs in him; it was a close corporation. "Coming, Ira?" called Henry. "Yes, yes," answered Ira; and then, as he spied the curly heads, "Well, well, well!" You would thin": from his tone that he was impatient, but the children knew that his impatience was only skindeep. They withdrew, with a jump, when the great wheel ceased to revolve, and the floors stopped shaking, with a shudder, and they glanced apprehensively up at the bif. "opper, where the corn was amfitenlv Arrested in its flow. Sometimes, when they were naugh-, ty, their father told them he would 1 throw them into the hopper if they did not behave. They knew he wouldn't really do it but there was the hopper! Henry hung up his overalls and walked through the doorway, "Come along, children," he called. "Yes sir," they replied. Their eyes were roving about the place, peer ing into every dark corner. Yes, there it was the basket! They took hold of hands and danced. Out it came, in Uncle Ira'a careful grasp, a great, big, brown bushel basket. He set it on the floor and the littlest curly head and the next to the littlest stepped in. There they cuddled down, with the confi dence of old acquaintanceship. They had done it many, many times before. With a pull and a tug, Ira hoisted to his back the bright-eyed, laughing load. This was not a pack-basket to settle comfortably between those slender shoulders Ira was a little man. It was just a big,- clumsy thing for carrying corn to the mill. There was a deal of arranging and adjUaliap ,

done, before Ira and his burden were on the best of terms, but finally they stepped out bravely from the dark doorway into the sunny street. Every one who met them smiled, although to most it was a familiar sight. The two older children had been carried in the same way. Now that they had outgrown the sport, they came to the mill occasionally to see their sisters ride. They trudged demurely on behind, or ran races with each other and came back to peep through the cracks of the basket and talk to those inside. "Who is this man with the bushel basket," strangers inquired, "and what is he carrying?" Ono might think it a nest of birds from the chirpings and twitterings, but birds are light and this was a heavy load. Curiously the stranger would bend over the wide, dark mouth and would laugh, in spite of himself, at the laughing faces within. More than one must have seen outlined, above the bent figure of the little old bachelor uncle, the majestic form of the saintly giant with the broad shoulders and bulging muscles, who carries the Child on his back, in Durer's fa-rous picture. Very different! are the two Snd yet there certainly is a strong family resemblance. The Christian Science Monitor.

To A Rohin SPIRIT of springtime, I cannot forget The notes you waken With your flageolet! Now brave and clear. In triumph calling; Then farther heard In sweetness falling. In rain or sunshine, With joy or sobbing, All in sympathy Your heart is throbbing. That's why I love you, Robin, my deary, Piping in rain-mist When the day's weary! Our Dumb Animals. Aged Indian Chief Aids in Pageant f. Chief Mm ten Mi Chief John) ffBltfc, Mpmesota's oldesb Indian, wffo ! XS rears old was the Center of interest in the Cass Lake pageant, celebrated at the meeting of the Northern Minmesota Development association held here, in which was depicted tho American northwest by the white race. Chief John Smith was here when General Cass, the American explorer, pushed his way into this district, and he personally knew the adventurer. Smith's real name is Ka-Be-nah-Gwey-Wenca, but Americans long since abandoned all attempt or pretense of using that name, and have known him simply as "John Smith." The Indian chief furnished to Fred T. Lincoln, of Brainard, Minn., many of the facts that were used as the hasis for the Cass Lake paean4

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