Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 44, Number 256, 9 August 1919 — Page 17

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How Harris Tooth Was Pulled Harry Brown had a bad tooth. It was a front one and it ached and ached, eo that poor Harry had cried himself to Bleep for three Bights. It had a little hole just where the ache ww), and to add to all the rest it was loose. If he bit an apple it hurt him. If he drank a cup of cold water it hart him, and even when he tried to nibble a bit of candy it would begin to ache again. I think nibbling candy was what made all the trouble, but any way it was a very bad tooth, and Uncle Cob said it ought to be pulled. "Oh, but that will hurt!" cried Harry, drawing back. "Pooh! Not a pinch!" said Uncle Bob. "The tooth is loose and it will be out so quick that you won't know it." "No, Bir! I know it will hurt," insisted Harry. " I saw Bill Dayton have his pulled at the dentists' and he yelled, I tell you!" "But that was a double tooth, Harry," said sister Mary, "and it wasn't loose, either." "Well, mine is twice as big as his was and it isn't loose but a little bit." "Come,' said Uncle Bob, "I'll give you ten cents if you will let me pull it." "Ten cents! That is the price of a red-and-whiie ball down at Atkins' store," said Harry. "Let me put a string around it and jerk it right out." Harry then thought of the ball, and then of Bill Dayton's cry, and then he stopped and said: "Will you give me ten cents if I pull it myself?" "Yes, but it will hurt you more." "And if I let you tie the string around It, Uncle Bob, will you promise, honest and forever, not to pull it?" "Yes, I will promise," said Uncle Bob. "Then you may tie it on," said Harry. And he came and stood at his uncle's side. While the fastening was being made good and strong, so that it would not slip, Mama entered the room. "Oh, my brave little boy is going to have his tooth pulled out that's nice," said she. "I'm going to pull it myself," said Harry, "and Uncle is going to give me ten cents." Mama laughed, and said: "When I have a tooth pulled, I have to pay for having it done, but you are going to get paid, are you?" So, when the tooth was tied, they all left the room but Harry and his sister. "I know," said Mary, "how to pull it. Come with me." They went out in the orchard and got a smooth, red apple and tied it to the other end of the string; then Harry was to throw the apple; then the tooth would come out. Then Hary began to think how it would hurt, so he would not have it pulled. Mary got mad and went to the house, and Harry lay down and went to sleep. Along came the old cow. She saw the apple, ate it; and, of course, when pulled at the apple it pulled and she the tooth. Harry didn't wake up till Mary came down and said, "narry, dinner is ready Why, you have pulled your tooth!" "Pulled my tooth?-no!" "Yes, you did it is gone. You forgotten about it because you must have pulled it, and you have have been asleep. Oh, Harry, you are brave, after all." "I certainly didn't pull it, Mary. I bet Uncle Bob did. Let's go and see." The children ran to the house! and Harry told his wonderful story and called upon his uncle to confess. "You know you must have pulled it. but you owe me my ten cents." Uncle Bob handed him a dime. "But I honestly didn't pull" it, Harry." "Some good fairy must have

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3 tort ssfceflpP" JWwl, ammm su tSffll After tea, as the children and their mother were sitting on the porch, uncle Bob came around the house with a hit of thread In his hand. At the end of this bans the missing tooth, "See what I found in old Bess' mouth," said he, laugh ing. " Harry, said Uncle Bob, "she most hare come along while you were asleep and eaten the apple, and the string has got caught in her teeth.,, Harry laughed till he cried, to think of old Bess as a dentist. The next day be presented her with a peck of apples for the service which she had rendered him so kindly as he slept. And so it was that Harry's tooth was pulled. Dorothy Johnson, White School. The Thirsty Chrow A crow, ready to die with thirst, flew towards a water pitcher that he saw at a distance. When he came to it, he found there was so little water in it, that he coaldnt even touch the surface with his bill. He tried to lift It over, but In vain. At last, seeing some pebbles near by, he dropped them one by one into the pitcher, until he raised the water to the brim, when he was able to drink all he wanted. Sent in by Thelma Marie Nicholson, 7B Garfield, Age 11. THAT TERRIBLE END First class scout Did you ever hear the tale of the rattler? Tenderfoot Yes, and I sure ran, too. Boys' Life. A SLIGHT MISUNDERSTANDING Boy "I want to buy a pair of stockings." Clerk "How long do you want them?" Boy "I want to buy them, not rent them." NOT CANNED. A canner one morning, quite canny. Was beard to remark to his Granny: A canner can can anything that he can. But a canner can't can a can can he?" Acanomous. A Continental dollar is valued $150 by collectors. at E-E-YIPEE! STICK winning

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The young bird has to leant how to fo things fast m unll boy and gbfs do, although not fa exactly the same way. One vt the first lessons he learns Is how to fly. Be realty knows how to do this, bat needs practice Qntil Us wings grow strung enough to carry Trim through the afcr. Many young birds begin this practice be fore they lesTe the nest. I bare often seen a nestling beating and beating bis wines without stirring an inch from bis tiny home. You hare heard, perhaps, that father and mother birds posh their babies oat of the nest. Do not be lieve any such thing, because it is not true. I have seen many young birds leave the nest of their own accord, bat never one poshed pat Sometimes the mother may coax her children, bat often they fly while the parents are away finding food. After the young bird leaves the nest his father and mother follow and feed him, for he does not yet know how to feed himself. This is the next lesson he has to learn. He most also know where to sleep, and how to protect himself from all the other creatures that want to catch him and eat him. Then, he must be able to sing, and, no doubt, there are many other lessons for him to learn that we do not know about. Once I had a good chance to watch two young blue jays learn to get their own living. After they left the nest, they lived in a little grove, where I could easily find them when I went to watch. They seemed to be always hungry, and every few. minutes one of the parents would hurry up with a grasshopper or some other insect to stuff into the wide-open mouths. They were fed choke-berries, too. These little wild cherries grew on a big tree in the grove. One day after giving the twins chokeberries, the parents slipped auietly out of sight, and stayed away a long time. I could see them perching near but the young birds could not. The father and mother were not hunting food as usual, but seemed to be taking a rest. I wondered at this, for I had never seen them resting since the little ones were hatched. The twins, who were quite as large as their parents now, did not try to pull any of the fruit from the trees, although It grew all about, and they had often seen It done. They sat idly picking at their toes, stretching their beautiful wings, or hopping from branch to branch. Soon It was evident that they! were hungry, for they began to call. Nothing happened. They! called again. Still no food. This must have been a great surprise, i for, usually, their cries brought aj parent with food at once. Hun-1 TO HIM, GAL! GIVE HIM second place in world's championship winner, a hard race for first honors.

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grier and hungrier they grew, and louder and louder they called, but stfll no parents. All this time I could see the mother and father birds sitting near, and I also began to wonder why they did not bring something. At hut, the mother flew to her children, but with nothing in her beak. Squawking madly, the two

humrry youngsters flung them serves upon her. They almost knocked her off the perch. She Just hopped out of the way and did not seem to care that they were hungry. Again the twins flew at her, begging for food, and again she calmly hopped out of the way. Then she hopped up to a bunch of cherries and pulled one. The chil dren crowded close, and what do you think that bird did? She deliberately swallowed that cherry herself! The twins seemed dumbfounded, For a minute they did not make a sound nor move a muscle. Then screaming louder than ever they began jerking at the chokecherries for themselves. At first they were bo clumsy they dropped every one, but soon they managed to swallow a few. These two young blue jays had learned the great lesson of their lives. The River It's the glory of the morning, rt's the coming of the dawn. And the sun rising red o'er the hilltops. When the mist from the river Is gone. It's the laughing rush of water, It's the thrushes' morning song. And the splash of the bass when he's feeding, The rocky banks along. It's the far-off blue of the mountains, It's the green of the nearer hills, And the deep blue-green of the river, The woodsman's heart that thrills. It's the wonderful glow of the fire light, It's the call of the whip-poor-will. And the quiet hush at the midnight hour. When all the world Is still. It's the moon rising over the treetops. It's the lullaby of the pines, And the wonderful song of the river Where the white spray leaps and shines. So, pal, is it any wonder, When we live dull city lives, That we sit by the fireside and John T. Collins, in Boys' Life dream and think Of that river of Paradise. THE LEATHER! broncho busting contest. Frontier Days roundup in Cheyenne, In the broncho busting contest Miss

Can Jocko Drive A Team Of Horses?. Can a monkey drive a team of horses? The reason we happened to think of this is that we saw a queer picture the -other day, queer very queer, the picture was, but it made us think about something. This la what the picture looked like. There was a big farm wagon, and two fine, big horses were hitched to it. Now of course there was not anything a bit unusual about that. But this is what was unusual. There was a happy faced monkey, who seemed to be in high glee,' driving, or trying to drive the1 horses. They were going very, very fast, and they were just starting' over a very steep embankment, or hill. That was about all the picture but that was all that was needed. Can you imagine what happened to the wagon, the next second? Of course it was a heap of broken boards. The horses were probably killed right away, and the monkey, well, the monkey probably ran oft to his home, having no idea in his monkey bead of all the ruin he had caused. Why should he hare? He was a monkey and should never hare been allowed to get up on the driver's seat What did he, Jocko, knew about driving? He was what he was supposed to be a monkey, just that. But there is the rest of what was in the picture. One of the horses was named "Brain," and the other was named "Brawn." and the monkey was named "Waste." And this is what the picture was supposed to say to whoever looked at it: "If you hare strength (for that is what 'brawn' means) and brains, to draw you, you can get some

where in the world, providing you choose a good driver, one who knows how to drive well, one who will not let yoa kill yourself by falling over a steep embankment. To waste anything, whether it is a penny or a piece of bread Is foolish. The boy who keeps spending most of his salary, and wastes paper, or food or whaterer he works with, is worse than foolish, and it will not be very long before this man falls over the embankment, ruined." Hare you Juniors, who are making some money for yourselves, or even you Juniors whose parents give you an allowance, hitched this little monkey named "Waste" to your ambition? If you have, put a good driver in his puce, for little Jocko was nerer supposed to drive two such strong horses. He's Just supposed to be a good-natured monkey. The good driver's name is "Save." " No, a monkey can not drive a team of horses! Plan to buy a Thrift Stamp a week, or at least one every two weeks, and STICK TO IT. FOUND HIMSELF ALL OVER Pat was employed on an englnering job a few miles out of the city, and was carried to work by an express train, which accommodatingly slowed up near the scene of his labors. One morning, however, the train rushed the cut without reducing speed, and the superintendent of the job looked In rain tor Pat. At last he caw a badly bat tered workman limping down the ties and called to him: "Hello, Pat! Where did you get off?" Pat turned stiffly, and waring his hand toward the steep embank ment, sighed: "Oh all along here. Boys' Life. TRY GUESSING THESE Looks like a cat, walks like acat, eats like a cat, and yet Isn't a cat. Ans. It's a kitten. Did you ever hear the story about the black crow? No, I nerer did. What is it? A bird, of course. What is all over the house? The roof. What is the best way to make a slow horse fast? Tie him to a post. Who shaves twenty times a day? The barber. Lone Scout Edgar Ronning. KEPT UNTIL RECOVERED iBt Scout There goes Bill Green, the bookkeeper. 2d Scout Bookkeeper? 1st Scout Yes, he's had one of my books for three years. Over 1,000 Belgian children. 49 Americans, 1.C00 Russian refugees, 42 Roumanians, 100 Poles and refugees of other nationalities are being helped at a monthly expenditure of 149,500 francs by the Red Cross commission to Switierland.