Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 44, Number 303, 4 October 1919 — Page 13

RICHMOND PALLADIUM. SATURDAY, OCTOUKK 4. 1919

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THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM The Junior Palladium is the children's section of Hi" hinond Palladium, founded May C, 1!UC, and issued each Saturday afi.ei noon All boys and Kills are invited Id be reporters and contribuiois Newn Items, social events, "want" advertisements, stoilon, lo'al jukes and original poems are acceptable and will bo published Articles should be written plainly and on one side of the paper, with the author's name and age sinned. Aunt Polly is always glad to meet the children personally as they bring their articles to The Palladium office, or to receive letters addressed to the Junior I'M i tor. This is your little newspaper and we hope each boy and girl will use it thoroughly.

In a Pnmpkin Skell "Peter!" tailed a soft voice Peter Pumpkin Hater was not near enough to hear his little lady's voice, but some one else was. The borne one else happened to be Mar Jorie. "Pol or, isn't that you?" called the soft voice again. "No, it isn't Peter," answered Marjoric, looking around to see where the voice came from; "it's a little girl named Marjorie." "I'm making pies, so I can't open the door." said the voice. "Hut come light in, just the same, please. I'm Mrs. Peter." "Hut I don't even see your house," said Marjorie. "I would like to come in to see you, Mrs. Peter." "I'd like to have you find my house, without my telling you. Most people do not want to bother about it." "I've hoard it said that you live in a pumpkin shell," replied Marjorie, "but that may be only imagination." "We named our home, 'Pumpkin Shell'," said Mrs. Peter, "not because it's really a pumpkin shell, but because it has the golden col

or of the pumpkin. IPs funny that j of voting pumpkin leaves, and pale so mauy should picture me shut up yellow. There was a fireplace, in a pumpkin shell, when I have with two black kittens playing in the dearest little home in all the! front of it. world." j When Marjorie saw the kittens, "Now, I know that tho color of she at once ran over to them. They your home is golden," said Marjor-jwere quite ready to play with her, fe, "I can surely find it. I be- and she forgot for a few moments

Mr. Man Meet Your Neighbors Miss Deer, Mr. Elk, Mr. Bruin

The above Introduction might well take place in or near Banff, Alberta, the capital of Rocky Mountain Tark, the Canadian rival of our Yellowstone. Although Banff is a hustling village during the summer and is thronged with tourists, wild deer from the mountains are to be seen almost daily on the streets and often at night, stately elk not the 11. P. O. K., but the four legged variety leap from the roads into the

lieve that it must be In back of those big, tall sunt lowers" I Mrs. Peter laughed, and Marjorie' could tell that she had guessed, well. So, over to the sunflowers,!

she went. They towered high above the little girl's head, as she looked sharply for an entrance between the big stalks. At length, she discovered that it was between the first two rows of sunflowers, and that down at the end of this path was the deep golden -colored house of Mrs. Peter Pumpkin Hater. When Mrs. Peter saw that Marjorie had found the entrance, she waved her hand out of her little kitchen window and called, "Welcome to Pumpkin Shell!" "Thank you, Mis. Peter," said' Marjorie, "Your pies smell veryj goou. Are iney almost ready 10 take out of the oven?" "Yes, in a minute or two they will be nice and brown. Just turn the knob and walk in." Marjorie was quite ready to accept the invitation and. turning the silver handle of the little door of Pumpkin Sfiell she walked right in. There was a room, instead of a hall, into which she stepped; it was furnished in green, the color bushes to escape an approaching automobile. If a Banff cottager expects to eat his own garden truck, he builds a deer proof fence around his patch. One might suppose that tho animals would show some consideration for the sick, but not at all this July half a dozen mule deer made a raid on the flower garden of the Brett Hospital, which Is open to the street. As shooting in the park is forbidden by law, the deer, being unmoeven bears pay fri""-

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the little lady whom she had come to visit. Mrs. Peter wondered why Mar-, jorie did not come right in to h-r; so she waited a bit, and then called "Did you gel in. Marjorie?" "Oh, yes." answered Marjoiie. "Can't you find the kitchen?" Oh, yes, if I may bring the kitlens with me," replied Marjorie, gelling up. Mrs Peter laughed merrily on learning this reason for Marjorie's delay. "Certainly, you may. I'm glad you're acquainted so soon with my bla UiiM." Marjorie did not find the kittens ready to come into her arms at once, for they seemed to think it was more lu:i to inn behind a chair or a table than peek around the corner at her. It was not till Mrs. Peter had taken her pies out of the oven, and appeared in the doorway of the living room, that Marjorio succeeded in getting both of the blackies in her anus. "They are lively little creatures," said Mrs. Peter. "You have done well to catch t!;em so quickly. "They're not very much caught," admitted Marjorie, and at that moment one of the kittens jumped out of her arms. "I guess niackie Number One wants to see me," said Mrs. Peter, catching up the runaway. "And what is the name of the one I have now?" asked Marjorie. "Just Illackie Numher Two," answered Mrs. Peter. "These kittens, and my clear little golden house, and Rover and Polly and my chickens, keep me at home most of the time." "Oh. where are they all?" Marjorie questioned eagerly. "How happy you must be to live in this beautiful house with them!" "Indeed, I am," said Mrs. Peter. "Peter and I planned this house together. IK) you wonder that he keeps me here very well?" "No. I should like to stay here very well," answered Marjorie. "I am sure you would be quite happy," said Mrs. Peter. "Come out the village. Not long ago a bicyclist, speeding down one of the side streets at night, struck a dark object and turned a somersault or two before striking the earth. Sitting up, he looked around and discovered a bear hitting the trail for home as fast as four legs could car ry him. Although tame and somewhat ob trusive, the deer, elk and bear do! not relish too close an r.crjTlain j tancaa fiY imj-tTxTthemselves - . . rw . . ' i to De DOln picturesque ana pertect

ly safe neighbors.

into the kitchen now and see my

pies and Polly." The kilchen was as attractive as the living room, with its brightly polished stove, cool green painted walls, clean pine floor, and sweet little windows with pots of marigolds and nasturtiums filling them. Polly was in one of the windows, .shouting out, "Hello," as loudly as he could, when Mrs. Peter and Marjorie came toward him. "Hello, pretty Polly," returned Marjorie. "Where Is Hover?" Polly began to make a noise, I which closely resembled the bark I of a collie. "Now. don't pretend 1 hat you're Kover." said Mrs. Peter, "for I 'think that I hear his bark. He j went out with Peter, so they both must be returning home." "Will he want to see nie In Pumpkin Shell?" asked Marjoiie. "Have you ever met anyone in Mother C.ooso Land that didn't want to see you?" was Mrs. Peter's question. "No, indeed," answered Marjorie. "Boy Illue welcomed me liist and then Ho Peep. I had a lovely time playing with Mary Lamb, or Mary who has the lamb, and with Miss Muffet and Mistress Mary, and the dear Laily Who Lives in the Shoe and her children." A loud barking sounded near, and Mrs. Peter and Marjorie ran to the door. There was Peter, smiling as he held out a hat, filled to the top with large white eggs, and Hover jumping up in front of him. "I'm glad to see that Marjorie lound our house," said l'eter. "You

will stay with us Tor dinner, won t , "babies" in their first practices, you, Marjorie? You see, we have Some were even cripples and overplenty of eggs, and, I think, plenty. came that, becoming champions in of Iies." some special sport. Take Annette "Oh, yes, plenty of pies and ev-, Kellerman for example. So, pererything," added Mrs. Peter. "Wo haps your simp will learn to be a would be ready, if all the children "good sport" on the team and a of (he dear Lady Who Live9 in the good player as well. If he can not Shoe should drop in, which they learn, tell him you guess the best sometimes do." f place for him is tho rooter's sec"f'an thAv nil cit down in vniir ' lion. AUNT POLLY.

table?" asked Marjorie, looking at Ihe little table in the center of the' kitchen "Oh, we go out in the to" wvi when they come, and have a picnic," answered Peter. "Don't you like picnics?" "Yes, indeed," answered Marjorie, "Will you ask me the next lime they come, for I like them and I like you and Mrs. Peter." "All are welcome to Pumpkin Shell," answered Peter, "all who can see our pretty home." As he said this, Marjorie heard Boy Blue's silver notes sounding and Bo Peep singing and the happy voices of many, many children. "Oh, I understand," said Marjorie, "I understand." She ran to the door and into the garden, to see where all the Mother Goose children were, but she could not discover them. She looked back to where the little golden house had been, but saw only the sunflowers, for her nap was now over. Christian Science Monitor. The Cat of the R-34 Remember the R-34, the British dirigible that crossed the Atlantic? The following poem is the story of that wonderful journey, as the cat, which was a passenger for that trip, saw it: I am The Cat and I went alone (Except for some humans who went with me) To hunt for the Thunder Birds, long flown Into the Zenith above the sea. I have gone where no other cat has gone (I lick my paws and rub my ears! ) Who have roamed the sky before the dawn As I've longed to do for the years and the years! Where the other cats and the vampires quail, I have crossed the ocean's running tides; And I arched my back and I fluffed my tail At the eerie Thing that the Current rides ! I am The Cat! In the uttermost skios I sailed through the dawn with the Thunder Bird; And I've va ;-y IaW aml ghut Ci7 eyes, And purred and purred and purred and purred! M. K. Buhler. in New York Herald.

Query Corner

The editor will try to answer questions readers of tho Junior submit to her. She will not promise to answer all of them. The questions will be answered in rotation, bo do not expect the answer to be printed In the same week In which you fiend It In. Dear Aunt Polly: Why did Julius Caesar live? A VICTIM. Dear Victim: I take it you are beginning to read a certain story which begins, "All Gaul is divided in three parts," etc. Hard luck! Hven every great man has his bad points. Perhaps that was Caesar's. Yours in sympathy, AUNT POLLY. Dear Aunt Polly: What would you do if there wa9 a "simp" on your team? JOHN. Dear John: Don't you feel just like boxing his ears! But perhaps it isn't hia fault that h e can't be a "sport" on the playgrounds, playing fair and afraid of the ball, and a good loser if the game goes against him, etc., so don't be too hard on him. Teach him to play the game and let him have a chance to practice, and perhaps all that you call "simpness" will go away. Many good athletes were laughed at for 'their clumsiness, and called Dear A"nt Tolly: heard ray uncle say that my i vvuom tiuiiu vraa ituiuuir-niiaunru. id I What did he mean? ALICE M. Dear Alice: Your uncle probably meant to suggest that Cousin John's legs reminded hiin of the gas pipes in the cellar very long and narrow. AUNT POLLY. A Horse for Rent "Who'll rent my house?" a bluobird cried. It's snugly finished and warm inside. I'm going south for a few winter weeks, But the sparrow's my agent if anyone seeks." Jewels. THE LITTLE ELM TREE In a storm I feel so sorry for the little elm tree, It shakes and quivers in the wind that blows so piercingly; It looks so very frightened and it holds its arms out wide, As if calling to its mother dear to cuddle by her side! N. L. WOODS. EXCHANGE COLUMN Open to All Boyi and Girls. These Ads Cost You Nothing; Send In Your "Wants" to The Palladium Junior. I WANTED A 3716. snare drum. Phone 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. Pleasajtf! turn to No. 123 Ra.rph St. ward. i FOR SALE Rabbits. 205 Pearl street. Call at WANTED To buy second-hand ( Tarr and McMurray Complete' Geography. Phoe 2828 or call at' 206 North Ninth street.