Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 44, Number 294, 27 September 1919 — Page 15

RICHMOND PALLADIUM. SATURDAY. SEPTKMHKIt

1919 PAQB! THREW

THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM The Junior Palladium is the children's section of the Richmond Pal lad iu tn. founded May 0. J 9 1 G. and issued each Saturday afternoon. All hoys and girls are invited to he reporters am! contributors News Items, social events, "want" advertisements, storie?, local jokes aud original poems are acceptable and will be published. Articles should be vil'.ten plainly and on one side of the paper, with the author's name and age siloed. Aunt Polly is always glad to meet the children personally as they bftrs their articles to The Palladium office, or to receive letters addressed to tt'.i Junior Editor. This is your little newspaper and we hope each boy ana gif"! will ue it thoroughly.

Mark Twain! s First Story The setting of Mark Twain's first story was the little back yard of the tiny dwelling on Mill street, Hannibal, Mo. The yard is so small that it looks as if a coaple of horse blankets would cover it. Between a couple of little coal and storage houses are the steps leading to a platform, and opening on this platform was the door to Mark's room. It issaid this door was cut and the back steps built according to specifications of Mrs. Clemens, whose purpose was to afford Mark a night entrance, in a way to avoid explanations with the somewhat strict father, Squire Clemens. Mark and Jim Wolf, a printer boy, occupied the room for which such careful preparations had been made tor entrance. Parmelia, Mark's sister, was giving a candy-pull one cold night to a group of her girl friends. The tiny yard was sheltered by a fragile grape arbor. When the girls had pulled their candy enough they laid it out on boards to harden. Mark and Jim had not been invited to the party, and it had not occurred to any one to send up to theui any candy. While they were lying on their bed upstairs, a couple of cats started a concert or held some sort of a convention on the back fence. This annoyed Mark, and he told Jim to throw something at them. Jim threw everything he had, but It seemed to only Increase the mel ody between the cats. "You'll have to get out ond shoo 'em away," said Mark. Jim thought lots of Mark. Mo

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A mighty mobilization has been In progress for weeks. Rifles, shotguns and fowling pieces have been oiled and adjusted to perfection of action; ammunition has been collected; campaigns have been outlined. Now the army Is moving. It will not pit its strength against another army of men, but against the birds and beasts of the wilds. The annual exodus of hunters swarming into the north woods is taking place.

would have jumped ou cliff if Sam told him to. So he st.uud ,JUt of the window, crawling gingerly along the edge of the llimsy grape arbor. The arbor was made to support the grapevines, but not chunky boys weighing 130 pounds. Midway of his journey Jim broke thru and landed on the hot candy with an awful thud. The girls thought it was a ghost. Jim got up and moved as fast as he could with pieces of candy sticking all over him, and got back to where Mark was awaiting him. "Say," he cried, "that blamed arbor wouldn't, hold me up." "Well." drawaled Mark, "you was wanting some of the candy, anyway. I guess you got it." That was Mark Twain's first story. Me told it around Hannibal, Mo., but it wasn't until he went West that he worked it up into a real yarn and sent it to some Eastern magazine for publication. When the story was published the country rcalaized that there was a new humorist on earth Lone Scout Tom Gudauskas.

BUSTER CAN SPEAK. I have a cat. Mis name is Busill. i line HUM C1 1UUI.11. it UClt he wants out doors, he meows and it sounds like he says out.. Helen M.. Warner School. 'Twas a winter day in summer, The snow was falling fast; A barefoot boy stood with his shoes on. Sitting in the grass. Lone Scout Magazine. There Is a lot of good hunting in the states, but as it is always more fun to play in the other fellow's yard, so it is more fascinating to hunt in another country. Add to this the fact that the Canadian woods are rich in game, large and smaU; that no passport formalities are imposed and it is not surprising to find American sportsmen streaming across the border into the hunting grounds of our northern neighbor.

"We'll Gut Out Pickles and Doughnuts" School Children Pledge Clown Cho Cho

No teacher was ever greeted with the shrieks of joyous welcome that asailed Cho Cho as he bounded into th'i assembly room of the Daniels School. Maiden, a few days ago. To be sure no teacher ever entered a classroom attired so ludicrously as was Cho Clio, for he is a pro fessional clown, and he appeared in the vest or many colors, the flowing white trousers, the white face iuV.U.'(J with bright red, and the carrot-coIoK'd hair, which are characteristic of his calling. Cho Cho vumo as a teacher, a teacher of healthful living. They understood what he said, and they took it as coming from a dear, tunny friend. They will remember it always. Eagerly they promised him that they would brush their teeth, take two baths a week, drink lots of milk, eat lettuce, carrots and spinach, and avoid doughnuts, pickles, peppers, cucumbers, raw cabbage and green bananas. Cho Cho has been a clown all his life. For five years he was with "the greatest show on earth," and he devoted ruany years particularly to the entertainment of children. "What lovely teeth some of you have," he said suddenly while they were convulsed with merriment. "Look at poor Cho Cho's. (Opening his mouth wide to reveal two rows of teeth plentifully plugged with gold). When Clio Cho was a little boy he neglected his teeth. Finally a little hole came in one of them. It grew larger. One night it began to ache. Ow MAMA! ! ! I primised I would brush ray teeth 10 times a day if that pain would only go away. You don't want to go through all that, do you? Chorus of noes). Then promise Cho Cho you will brush your teeth." Mere the clown went through all the motions showing the correct way of caring for the teeth and the mouth. Next, he produced a basket filled with all sorts of food. FOR MOOSE . From Nova Scotia to Vancouver! and from the border to the Arctic circle is a wide field, yet one where game can be found almost anywhere. Hunters have the widest choice of localities and game. To hunt in the Casiar district of the northwest is the ambition of every hnnter of big game. Moose, cari bou, goats and bears are so plenti j ful there is a full bag assured to everv comer.

One by one he held each object up tor the children to see. "How many of you like lettuce?" he asked, holding up a head. Many raised their hands. "Lettuce is good for children," he declared. "It contains lots of iron, and iron makes good, rich blood. "How many like doughnuts?" he inquired, holding one aloft for all to see. It was greeted with a sea of upstretched hands and shouts of rapture. Cho Cho's face took on

its pained expression, jiougnnuis are not good for children," he said, accenting the not, and a universal groan followed the words. Then he divided the food. On the good side he placed milk, eggs, carrots, spinach, beets, onions, oranges, apples, oatmeal, lettuce, potatoes boiled in their jackets, and on the bad side radishes, bananas, unless very ripe; cucumbers doughnuts, peppers and pickles. How Cho Cho Works The clown came bounding into the room with a cackle of laughter. He proceeded to fall all over himself, but at last gained the rostrum, when, to the intense delight of the children, he declared that he was to take the teacher's place. After he had amused them for some minutes with various droll antics, he began to do his work. "How many of you children had milk for breakfast this morning?" About 20 per cent, of the children raised their hands. "I guess you didn't understand me," said Cho Cho, and repeated: "How many of you had milk for breakfast today?" About the same number raised their hands, and then the clown inquired: "How many of you had tea or coffee for breakfast?" About 80 per cent, of the children raised their hands. Cho Cho looked horribly pained and the children shouted with laughter. Y et they listened carefully when he told them how injurious both tea and coffee are for children; how they will stunt the growth and make them puny physically. "Drink lots of milk," he advised them. "Drink a quart a day, or at least a pint a day." Me then proceeded to tell them how he had talked with a cow and what the cow had said to him. finishing with a most excellent initiation of a moo. Hurrah for Candy! "Mow many of you like chocolates?" The vote in the affirmative was complete and vociferous. Then the youngsters waited with bated breath, fully expecting to hear candy condemned. "Chocolates and candy are good for children," said the clown, and continued, after the cheers had died away, "but. tell mother to give it to you after your meals, not beButter and Eggs Close by the highway So dusty and dry, Gayly displayed To the passers-by. Orange and yellow Our custom begs; Nature offers Her "Butter and Eggs"! Here's a bargain For all who pass! Groceries hid In the waving grass! Food but waiting The ant and bee! Blossoms fit For a queen to see! Stay, let's purchase, A thank you o'er, Yellow flowers From nature's store. Cost of living May wander high "Butter and Eggs." Who'll buy, who'll buy? THE LAZIEST TRAMP A traveling salesman arriving in a small town inquired the way to a prominent hotel of a tramp, who, hands in pockets, was leaning against a telephone pole. " Over there," answered the tramp," pointing with his foot in the general direction of the hotel. "Of all the lazy tricks," exclaimed the salesman, "if you can show ma

tween them, for it takes away your j appetite and does not supply the

oouy witti tue various toon elements that it needs." One of the last things which the clown showed the children was a frying pan in the bottom of which he had hacked a great hole. "Every time I see a frying pan I feir like taking my hatchet and smashing a hole in it," he told his audience. "Frying pans ara bad for children, awful. The frying pan is an enemy to health; remember it." Lilting up a fold of his multicolored vest, the clown revealed a number of gold medals. "See these medals?" he asked, pointing to the glittering array, "And see this ring" holding up a brilliant diamond that sparkled in the gas light. "I won all these things because I was a good athlete. Aud I was a good athlete because I drank milk, ate lettuce, took baths, kept my teeth clean and took the best care of myself. I won the ring from the champion of England. Do you want to do these things? Do you want to be strong and learn your lessons? Do as Cho Cho has told you. How many will promise to 4b all these things for Cho Cho, and to let pickles, doughnuts and all those things alone?" Frobably 75 per cent, of the children raised their hands. "Good!" exclaimed the clown. "You make Cho Cho very happy." He amused them then with a number of magician's stunts, picked up his basket and strode away calling, "Good by, good by!" And, as one, the little folks rose and screamed: "Good by, Cho Cho! Good by, Cho Cho!" Cho Cho Doesn't Deal With Grownups "I am very much interested in it," Cho Cho remarked, his blue eye beaming in the depth of his whiten ed face. "You would be surprised to see the letters I receive from children all over the country who are living up to what they promised me. The draft examination': re vealed a woeful lack of physical ability. We can correct this by training the children. Why, in Washington a woman came to me almost in tears and said: 'I cannot do anything with my little girl. She wouldn't eat a salad in the restaurant, today, be cause it had chopped pickle in it.' " Cho Cho was asked if he ever talked to adults. "No," he replied in disgust "They always want to start an ar gumenl. I will not not argue When a woman comes to me and says, 'Cho Cho, is such and such a thing good for me?' I reply, 'I'm sure I don't know, madam, you are not a child.' " Which shows that, even as in the old days, a clown is seldom a fool. Boston Sunday Post. a lazier trick than that I'll give you a dollar." "Put it in there," said the tramp, turning his hip pocket toward the salesman. The salesman did as requested. EXCHANGE COLUMN Ooen to All Bova and Glrla. These Adi Cost You Nothlna: 1 S-nd In Your "Wants" to The f Palladium Junior. WANTED Boys to join the Lone Scouts of America. Application free. Inquire, 1215 South C st LOST Fountain pen, with "Compliments Dayton Supply Com pany" on it, between Garfield school and Tenth street park. If found, phone 2590 or call at 904 South Eighth street. FOUND A girl's bicycle in an alley near North G street. Call Junior Palladium office. LOST Child's velvet pocketbook, with eighty-five cents. Pleaso return to No. 128 Randolph St. Reward. FOR SALE Rabbits. Call at 205 Pearl street.