Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 44, Number 327, 1 November 1919 — Page 15

RICHMOND PALLADIUM. SATL'RDAN . NOVEMBER 1. 1919

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THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM

The Junior Palladium i; lln children's Palladium, founded May (i. 191IJ, and issued All boys and girls are imiied to lie reporler.IKnis, social events, "want" advertisements.

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lie written plainly and on one sielet of the pain

uriel age signed. Aunt Polly is always glad tonally as ihey LriiiK their ai l idea to The 1 icive letters addressed to the Junior Editor, (taper and we hope each boy and till will use

section of th" Richmond each Saturday afternoon i and contributors. News

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to m ! the children per allidium office, or Ui reThis Is your little news it thoroughly.

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You are always studying tieople, Home country, some tific question. You are through with it when you learned the facts. You are through with it --that is. till

have expressed your feeling ahout it in some way. Write a poem, make a play, deliver an oration, orj compose a story, take your tools I and build something, take yourj

clay and model something. now. Tin Mary spent a month studying the; the pansy Indian question. The more she pretty the

looked tip histories and government reports and books on mythology, the more she sympathized with the Indians in their losing, struggle wilh the civilized while' man. Here is the speech she imagined a Blackfoot Chief might i have mad:' to his people. She tried' to use metaphor, as the Indians; did. "Tiny are vultures." She' tried to use adjectives that ex-! pressed lecling as well as picture: "cold eye.-.," "sleek hair," "pale skin" P.ut the most important point is that she was not through! with the Indian question until she! had expressed her feeling in sotnel way. j The Blackfoot's Warning. j "My people." began the Black-j

foot chief, "there is a (irvadlul plague come to our country which our medicine men cannot cure. I have returned from the bulges of the pale faces. They are vultures, wailing to prey upon us. They have a look in their cold eyei that 1 dread. Their skin is pale as

The Lady in the Dark Cloak Part III. "Then I grew so sleepy headed I thought i was going to fall. And 1 went hack to sleep, and I had a most beaulilul dream. I did fall through great blackness, past sliding stars, i caught at them to stop myself, but couldn't ; and I landed

its lightly as a as a in another Garden, Else; and everything and beautiful that the

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the rising moon, an evil sign; their hair is sleek as the serpent's rddn. This means sorcery. Surely they are a new kind ert devil. "These men are to be feared. The pale face carries in his hand a stick that speaks fire and death. It flashes lightning and speaks thunder They come to us with smiling faces and take our lands and lakes and streams where we

and our forefathers have played and hunted and fished. They kill our buffalo and trap our beaver.

Beware of them! Heed my warn ing! These men are to be feared. This is the sign that the Great Spirit has sent us." Hoys' ami liiils" Newspaper Service Ci riglit. in 19, by J. M Millar

A PLACE FOR HIS HOSE. Bobby: Say, papa, what makes the elephant's coat so wrinkled? Papa: Why the poor fellow can't afford a wardrobe trunk -Cartoons Magazine.

whole world looked like a like a - real live rainbow! The Lady in the Dark Cloak was there, only she was all in shining, changeable colors, and she was planting pansies and singing a queer, beautiful song that I can't remember

next morning some of blooms that hail been so day before were all

curled up and gray and brownish. "'She has been here many times since then, and every time she comes something else gets shriveled up and grayish or brown. And lots of times the Golden Girl takes them away and puts them on the Compost Heaps there by the rockery. I fell kind of sorry for them, you know; but that beautiful dream about the Dark -Cloaked Lady used to come floating up in my mind at such times, and 1 just wondered ! ' " " You know, children," said the

j Garden Lady, "the Golden Girl I thought a great deal of those Comj post Heaps. She said she was 1 ' I loovcrizing food for her plant ! children.' just as your mothers do j when they store vegetables ior fui ture use. Til lell you how she did I it. Every gardener ought to have

a compost heap. " First, she pur a layer of stable manure I hat the Soldier Hoy had

1 carted in from the country tor her. Ibis laver they made about 1

inches deep. This she followed by a layer of old. last year's leaves that she had saved over from the Apple Tree and from the trees on her square and in front of her house. Shi- knew she was going to make a garden in the following spring, you know. On these sh" sprinkled a small quantity of lime. She followed ihis by a thick layer of earth about 2 inches thick. You see, the haves and straw help to keep the plant food in the stable fertilizer from being washed out and lost. Twice the season she turned over (he mixture wilh a; spading fork to mix the materials' more thoroughly. Her material so arranged, she placed in several neal piles I forgot to say that she used the lawn sod which had covered the garden Ihe year before, and from time to lime she added to the piles the remains of plants that' were through blooming or bearing; in her tlower or vegetable garden -the early peas, for instance.; Sometimes, also, she added leav-j ings of unused portions of vegetables from the kitchen. Once orj twice, during the very dry spells, ( she sprinkled the piles with water. "Well, to go back to the story: ! When the Scarecrow had finished his long speech a deep silence fell ; on the Garden -a sort of hushed. I drawn in leeling. as if the Garden's children, too, felt what we were! waiting for and had drawn in their , breath. Then a little, sighing j breath went through the air and j we naw her. the Lady in the Dark i Cloak, trailing her soft, dark, dark j

robe over the Garden toward the Compost Heap. By Ethel Alien Murphy. (To be continued.)

Kindergarten Teacher l!y i:iiz.it.etli M;i(eer The ambition to become a kindergarten teacher usually comes to a girl when she is four or five years old. After her mother, her kindergarten and primary teachers are the most remarkable women on earth. As she grows older and has (he care of younger brothers and sisters on endless Saturdays she may question her choice of a life work. How did "Miss Flora" have so much patience and where did she ever find so many interesting things for the children to do? "Miss Flora," like every success ful kindergartenc, is a real specialist in child psychology. Part of it she learned from books and teachers during her training course and part from practical application and testing of her theories. There was a day when the middle agvd woman with a love for children could buy a few books of songs

I and games and open a small, priI vate kindergarten. Hut the rapid j growth of the public school kinderI gartens within recent years has j brought a demand for the trained i teacher. ! A two-year course in an accredi ited training school is all that is ! required of the high school gradu I ate. If a girl hopes to become a ! supervisor or an instructor in a training school, a three-year course and a college diploma will be a

; great advantage.

(raining school now. as most of the normal schools and state linkers! ties have veil established courses, liulleliu No. a of the V. S. Hureau of Education on Kindergarten Training Schools nies complete information as to schools and courses. A fondness and sympathy for children is not the only requirement lor the girl who undertaken such a course. Musieal ability, good healih, an even d niperameni , personal magnetism, and a good general education are almost indispensable. The need is evident when we con sider that there are 8.SO0.000 children in America for whom no kin dcrgartens have be-on established. The average salary is from $1,000 to $1,200 a year, the same as for an elementary teacher. The satisfaction of giving hundreiids of young Americans their start is, of

course, tne greatest reward oi im kindergarten teacher.

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The Lazy Spinner The re was once a little girl. She knew how to spin very well. Al though she was very lazy. Every time a knot came in her thread, she would cut off a long piece and throw it on the floor. Every time the maid would sweep the floor she would pick up the pieces of thread and save them until she had enough to spin herself a beautiful dress. One day a Prince came riding by. He asked the little girl why her maid wore such beautiful dresses. Then the little girl told him that the maid picked up the pieces of thread that she had thrown away. Then the Prince thought if he married the little girl she might

waste half of his kingdom. But

if he married the maid she would teach his people a lesson; 60 he married the maid. Sent in by Helen Moody. Warner School. 0 years old.

The Platypus My child, the duck-billed Platypus

i A sad example sets ior us.

From him we learn how indecision Of character provokes derision. This vacillating thing, you see, Could not decide which ho would flesh or fowl, and chose all three. The scientists were sorely vexed To classify him; so perplexed Their brains, that they, with rage at hay, Called him a horrid name one day A name that baffles, frights and shocks us, Ornithorhynchus Paradoxus. ---Oliver Herford.

THE THOUGHTFUL YARDSTICK A yardstick thus to himself did muse, As he walked along the street; "I must buy a pair and h half of sh ocs Because I have three feet Carolyn Wells.

When Sir Sprigg began the story of the mac hine gunner Jack and : Jane sat down on the floor as near; to him as (hoy could get and lis-, tenet! to every word. "Our regiment was at Sarloo, then," said the British otlicer. ! "That's somewhere near the center : of the British part of South Africa "Major Dundon had gone west! to the coast on official business; and had left me in command of the! regiment. I guess the native's' knew this and thought it would he a good time to attack us. So, one' night, when a great big cloud hit ! the moon they just seemed to: spring up out of nowhere until there were two or three thousand

of them. They killed most of our; guards before the guards had time (o fire a warning. But the yelling j told us what was up. "We had built a high fence - j army folks call it a stockade -out of small tree trunks. This fence'.' ran around our supply house and the well from which we got our

water. So. when we heard the. natives our men ran inside the stockade and began firing their; rifles and machine guns through ' holes in the fence. We had plenty of bullets for both our rifles and , the machine guns at first and made it so hot for the natives that they; could not get close enough to the! fence to rush over it and kill us ! But towards morning I found that . our supply of bullets wa giving j out I

" 'We can keep them away the rest of tonight,' said on e of the other odicers, 'but by tomorrow night they'll have twice as many men as they have now. They'll send swilt runners back into the hills to bring other tribes. Anil we won't have enough bullets to stop them.'

"We were talking different plans for selves when Sergeant who had been with iliree campaigns in .

over several saving ourYost, a man

me through! Africa, asked'

if he might come into the officers' tent. He sent word that he had a sehi me in mind to help us out. "When we called him in he said: ; " 'If you'll let me have a machine, gun and plenty of bullets for it I'm sure I can help. They aren't going to try another attack tonight and by tomorrow night I'll be ready.' I "We all tried to get him to ex- j plain his plan, but he wouldn't tell a word ahout it. He was afraid, I; guess, that we would think it so; foolisjf that we wouldn't give him a1 chance to try it. But we finally derided to let him attempt whatever he had In mind. So he was given the- best machine gun the regiment had, and half a dozen strings of bullets for it Then we saw him j slip into his tent, not far away,! with the outfit. About half an! hour later we saw somebody come, out of Yost's tent. The somebody j looked just like a native black!

man, and he carried a great bundle on his shoulders." (Copyright, 1919.)

For your Hallowe'en party pit & list of Ihe following cpc'tioiis t the wall of the room: 1. What do I look like" 2. What is my worst fault?

For what am 1 netted'.'

I. What is my r. Where will I

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What will be live year- fimi

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mailt ambition? be five ye ira

now? 7. Whom will I marry? S. What will be his profession? !). Where will we live? 10. What will be the most important thing that I ever do? (And more if you like.) Prepare for each guest a sealed cnvolorpe which contains a slip of paper on which is written a complete set of answers to the questions on the wall. Make them all different-all as funny as possible. Here an1 a few suggestions: 1. Peanut; princess; tub; fish; mut; old cow; fine tooth comb. 2. Over-eating; bragging; bashfulness; boldness; fickleness. 3. Large feet; beautiful hair; loud voice; new hat; small hands. 4. To sleep; to dance; to jump rope; to holler; to study iiistory.

5. In heaven; in a pickle jar; in a cracker factory; instorage. 6. Actress; popcorn seller; lawyer; baroness; washerwoman; vagabond. 7. Charming gentleman: caveman; perfect lover; tramp. 8. Hod carrier: prune magnate; hair dreser; undertaker; waiter. 9. At home; in a row-boat; in a cave; in a tent; in a hotel. 10. Sneeze; write a book: make doughnuts; sass the janitor; smile. Dress up in an old sheet, with a worn pillow case or a flour sack tied at two corners for a hood. Powder and color your face till u are as ghastly as possible. Then distribute the answers to every one at the party. The girls will have

all sorts of fun when (hey compare

their answers with the questions on the wall. Hows' ami C.irls' Newspaper Serri Copyright, !!!!, I'.v J. II M llar

The Purple Cow I nivcf- saw a Purple Cow, 1 never hope to see one; But I can tell you anyhow, I'd rather see ilian he one. Gelelt Burq

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