Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 44, Number 309, 11 October 1919 — Page 13

THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM

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People Thought Columbus Foolish In 14-tG, a very bright baby was born in Italy ami clu itc nod Christopher Colurubus. When a boy growing up, lie heard men and women discussing the question if the world was round or flat. A largo majority of the people believed the world was flat. But Columbus was one boy who grew to be a man thinking the world round. In those days, Spain was Retting her teas, spices and a lot of their supplies from India, going thousands of miles eastward out of their way to get them, Columbus

backing up his judgment and argument that the world was round, going to the King of Spain and trying to convince him by going westward across the ocean, they could reach India much quicker. But the King could not see fit to encourage him with ships and men to make such a voyage. But Queen Isabella thought Columbus might be right, and helped him to get tho vessels, men and provisions to

make the attempt. On August 3, 1492, he sailed with three vessels and several men westward. With most of his friends thinking he would get out in mid-ocean and periKh. But after several weeks of experiences and trials, he discovered land, on the 12th day of October. Thinking he had reached India, he called the natives Indians, but instead of being in the old lands of India as he thought, he was in a new country that proved to be West India, which later came to light as the coast of our own North America. He predicted that some day men would sail west and come back to the point they left in the East, which happened in 1520, 14 years after Columbus' death. MARY LOUISE BILLS, Joseph Moore School, 5B grade.

Visit of King and Queen of Belgium to Boston Described By Former Junior Editor

except those of the royal party. But It seemed as though the king and queen never would couie. About twenty minutes past four, suddenly a distant shout arose from down tho avenue. Everyone grew still for a moment, and then pressed forward to catch the first glimpse of what we all

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Editor's Note: Miss Mary Mather, formerly editor of the Junior, has sent the Juniors the following account of the visit of the Belgian royal pair to Boston.

Don't follow the old-fashioned habit of waiting until Saturday night for a bath! Try one every day.

to come to Richmond while she and King Albert are hero in America, still she is acquainted with one of the most beautiful representatives of Richmondthe Richmond Rose for she chose it to wear to the faculty reception at Harvard. Sunday (October 5) was a great day in Boston. Cardinal Mercier, the great hero of Belgium, and a real king and queen, the first ever in America, had come to town, were riding about the streets, and talking with tho people. No wonder the Belgian and American flags were flying everywhere, and people were thronging the avenues. The royal party was' to come out to Harvard at 4 o'clock, entering tho Johnson gate, so it was there we took our stand. (Cardinal Mercier came out to Cambridge on Monday.) It was a dull grey day, half misting rain, but everyone was in the best or Humors. Thousands were massed along Massachusettes Avenue, and clumps of wiggling boys dotted the tops of the wide gate posts. When the old clock on the church steeple across the street chimed out four, everyone grew more and more excited. The policemen kept pacing back and forth saying, "stand back there," but everytime a new automobile would come into sight the little boys on the front row would run out in the middle of the cleared path shouting, "Heah they a ah." (It did sound so funny to hear the most ragged, freckle faced boys talking with the broad eastern accent.) It always turned out to bo a Ford or something else disappointing, but everyone cheered and laughed and applauded just the same, and then stood on tip toes to see what was coming next. There was one little fellow across from us who had more fun than anyone. He must have been about eight years old, and was all dressed up for the queen. He had on a large green cap which had slid a little to one side, a bright blue suit, red necktie, and beautiful new tan shoes, you could tell they were new; they shone forth as unmistakably as two sun-colored gun boats. But Jimmio (I'm sure his name was Jim) was not thinking about his shoes. When an automobile went past too slowly, he ran out to push it on; and when the policeman went by pressing back the crowd, Jim shook hands with him, in such a friendly way that the surprised man had to laugh. It grew to be ten and then fifteen minutes past four, and still the royal party had not come. One college professor after another in his flowing black robes edged in scarlet or purple or yellow would drive up before the gates and get out, working his way to the side walk and in to the buildjng8j for the gates were closed to all automobiles

car to ear and ringing their bells for dear life.

"It's King George and the Prince of Wales," shrilled Jimmie, and everyone shouted and cheered at the top of his voico. But only a few minutes later, things did begin to happen. There was an electric thrill of excitement which made the crowd draw together, as a grim faced officer rodo tip on a motorcycle, and the Harvard gates swung open. Several other motorcycles followed immediately; soldiers with their muskets ready for action in the side cars, driven by mechanics with their tight fitting khakihoods close over their heads. Hastily they pressed the crowd hack just in time for the automobiles decorated in Belgian colors to come past. First there were the city officials, then King Albert, so young and manly in his simplo uniform, smiling and saluting at an unusual out burst of welcome, and then continuing his conversation with his one companion; and third, the queen. Her car paused before us, and as cheer after cheer rang out, she smiled and half nodded. She was all In white, so slender and dainty she seemed almost like a fairy princess. Her small closefitting hat was covered with a flimsy white veil which floated behind her, and she wore a large white fur collar. But most striking of all was the single velvety red rose, our Richmond rose, which was her only ornament. In that instant when she was so close to us that in spite of the uproar we felt the sweetness and dreaminess and sadness which shows so plainly In her face, I could not help but think back to that day when you Richmond boys and girls sold forget-me-nots for the Belgian children. This was the Queen Elizabeth who had asked you to do it, and because you had responded with such great sympathy, she had come over personally to show how very grateful she and all the Belgians are. I looked across at Jimmle and he was very quiet. I don't know whether he had sold flowers for the Belgian relief, or. saved tinfoil, or what; but I do know that as he looked into her face he forgot to shout and cheer. The carriages rolled on. There were many more, some filled with military men decorated with striped ribbons and medals, some with secret service men, and finally tho photoplay agents with their huge cameras sticking out in all directions. But they only were a blurred memory, for the one vivid picture which was stamped on our minds was the white queen with her one red rose, who had left her own little boy and girl back in Europe while she came over here to America to give us her personal friendship, and say "Thank You."

Coon Hound Pups Shown in Window Did you see the wooly pups that were In the west window of Hornaday's Hardware store last week? They are two coon hound pups that belong to Mr. Fred Miller who lives near ThisUethwaite's Falls. And they are full blooded pups too. Mr. Miller paid $100 for the mother of these dogs. Although they are only two months old, they look as big as most dogs do at six months, and their coats are brown, shading to black. And their ears how many of you noticed their long ears? When you brought their ears across the front of their face, they lapped over each other an inch. They love to play and are just trying to bark. One man. in Hornaday's, thinks that they could eat all day, if there were anything for them to eat. Every day they had a plate of hash and a loaf of bread. "I would put the plate of hash in the window, and turn around to get the bread. By the time I had the bread in the window, the hash was gone" The dogs are generous as lone; as they have a bone apiece, but they have been known to fight for twenty minutes when just one bone was thrown to them. Mr. Miller would not sell these two pups for anything. He likes them too well. But he will probably let you see them If you walk out to his house and ask him.

Roosevelt Pony Which Visited Archie in the White House is Pensioned

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Algonquin. Algonquin, a 31-year-old Shetland pony, has been given a life pension by the Roosevelt family at Sagamore Hill, Oyster Bay. The pony was owned by Archie when his father was president. Once, when Archie was ill with scarlet fever Quentin rode the pony up the White House steps and into the hall, saying that he was sure the sight of the pony would cure Archie. The pony was taken to Oyster Bay when the family moved there.

Garfield Notes. The noon hour has been changed to 11 : 3 5 for the closing time and 1:00 for the opening in the afternoon. The clubs will give their programs in the half hour immediately after dinner. Chapel was held Friday during the fifth hour. Although no regular vote was taken on the question, Mr. lleironimus stated that when he asked the pupils that favored tho change to raise their hands in chapel, ;t bout seven-eighths of the student body raised their hands. An interesting program was held in Chapel last week. These people who gave the program were all boys and girls of Garfield except the whistling lady. The following program was given: Whistling Solo -Mrs. Logan. Recitation Verda King. Violin solo George Krueger. Story Naomi Dietz. Recitation Marjorie Miller. Vocal Solo Benjamin Dallas. A story was to have been given

also by Miss Betty Trice, but asj this was the last number on the i

program it had to be omitted on ac count of lack of time.

the camp. A hike for next Tuesday evening was decided upon. Also a Hallowe'en party on the 25th of October.

Dramatic Clubs at Junior High School The Girls' Dramatic Club has been organized at Garfield. At the meeting last Tuesday afternoon the following officers were elected: Josephine Bartel, president; Elizabeth Kenny, Vice President; Frances Sheppard, Secretary. About thirty girls and Miss Williams belong to the club, and they spend an afternoon a week reading plays. The boys met Wednesday evening to complete the organization for their dramatic club which will meet with Miss Kiff every Tuesday evening to read and act plays. About twenty-three boys, have signed up for the club up to date.

Postmaster Beck Suggests Relief Mr. Beck, our own postmaster, has started on a trip of mercy. He is going around to the schools and telling the boys and girls what to do as First Aid treatment to crippled or very tired pocketbooks. A Bure cure for this sad sickness, according to Mr. Beck, is to buy thrift stamps with your money and leave your pocketbook in your bureau drawer. Last week he spoke to the children of Finley School.

Misses Beery and Mohler Join Camp Tuesday evening a business meeting of the Tatohekiya Camp Fire was held at the home of Mary Ixmise and Dorothy Churchell. Two new members, Marion Berry and Berona Mohler were taken into

Doesn't it make you feel as if our own soldiers were really back to stay after the big welcome feast that the War Mothers

gave them Saturday night. There were 1,150 soldiers, sailors and marines who sat down to that wonderful supper of chicken and pie and cake and all sorts of good things. And all of these men are our very own Wayne county boys. Aren't we proud of them? Of course we are and we have the very best right in the world to be proud of them, for we have read about them and we know they served old Uncle Sam splendidly in France, Italy, Panama Canal Zone, on the ocean or in any part of the United States where

they were placed. So here's nine rousing cheers tor all the men from Richmond and old Wayne who served Old Glory! . And Juniors, as we cheer these boys who fought and won, let's think, too, of our boys from Wayne county who also won, and in the winning gave up the very best thing they had this wonderful thing we call life so that people like you. and me could be free and happy.