Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 45, Number 17, 29 November 1919 — Page 13

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM. SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 29, 1919

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THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM The Junior Palladium is tbe children's section of the Richmond Palladium, founded May 6, 1916, and issued each Saturday afternoon. MI boys and girlB are invited to be reporters and contributors. News Items, social events, "want" advertisements, stories, local jokes and original poems are acceptable and will be published. Articles should be written plainly and on one side of the paper, with the author's name and age signed. 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 Editor. This Is your little newspaper and we hope each boy and girl will use it thoroughly.

AUTUMN Dear Aunt Polly: Please fix this so it will rhyme. Betty E. Dear Betty: Sorry just couldnt! You have done very well with it yourself. I would much rather publish it just as you wrote it, and besides, I might make it "heaps" worse. Aunt Polly. Dear October, the dearest month of All the year to me, While the leaves of gold and yellow Are falling from the trees. The sun is setting in the west, Beneath the sky of blue. The stars and moon that gleam with light, Makes me feel that God is true. As I stood beside the rippling brook That runs by the willow tree, I heard the song of a meadow lark That sounds so sweet to me. And the beautiful, glowing sunset With its color of red and gold, With its quiet autumn breezes That inspires my restless soul. The grass upon the climbing hills Is turning grey and brown. And all the leaves upon the trees The wind is wrestling down. The rosebush has lost its fragrant bloom And the dandelion its leaf; The crocus and the daffodil Have dropped their l.tads to sleep. But the golden-rod, that lovely flower, A flower that holds its own, Like the dandelion that blooms in Spring, And the yellow golden glow. The willow tree has lost its leaves, The clover has lost its bloom, And all the birds and insects, too, Have found their winter home. The hungry eagle soars so high. Tired and weary from the heat of the day; He looks and darts to the trees and ground, Trying to find his bird of prey. The trees arc losing their golden leaves, While t lie breeze is soaring high. And the clouds of white and red and grey Are moving across the sky. The woodland looks so cold and bare. And the flowers have ceased to bloom; But the little brook, with its water clear, Has never lost Its tune. The liltl.' brook, it never stops Throwing out its gleam of light; It runs and sings the whole day long And never sleeps at night. The blackbirds and the robins Have all gone South to stay, But they will all come back next Spriug, Before the month of May. The 'possum, too, has found a home In a stump of a hollow tree; The nnt, the grasshopper and fly. And the buzzing bumblebee. the Good bye, good-bye, to Autumn. The months so dear to mo; The crystal snow will soon come down And cover every tree. The little snowbirds will soon be ! here, To fill our hearts with glee, Flying and hopping and jumping about, Singing their chick a dee dee. The groundhog, too, has gone to his rest, After f ing so tired and werry, But he w A be back in early Spring, The second day of February. Betty Estclle, Warner School.

Elsie in the Haunted House Once npon a time in a very large city there was a very fine old uni versity. All the students were girls who were very much mischieveous. One of the girls,

whose name was Elsie, didn't think it right to be. One night all the girls were in a room planning to do something to frighten her. They finally decided to take her on the following night, out of the city to a desorted house, many people thought this house was haunted. When it came time to try the plan they quietly slipped to Elsie's room, blindfolded her and carried her down the back stairs, being very careful not to waken her. They finally arived at the haunted house. Investigating they found a room that had some boxes piled up behind the door, laying her carefully on the boxes they left her alone and went back to the school. Soon alter Elsie was wakened by a noise. She sat up and saw a light carried by two men. She sat very still. The two men sat down and began to talk now, not long before, Elsie's father had died leaving her a fortune. Someone had taken the money but no one knew who it was. Elsie, listening, heard her father's name mentioned. Very much money lay on the table which Eiaie was now posi tive belonged to her. Soon the men for some reaason went to the next room. Seeing her chance Elsie slipped from her hiding place, took the money and started to run, stumbling over a chair as she ran. The noise brought the men from the next room in time to see Elsie's skirt disappearing through the door. Elsie knew the men would follow her, so seeing an old apple tree near climbed it, sitting very still. Soon when she was sure they were gone she climbed down and hurried to the school. Next morning she asked the girls why she had been put in the old house. They told her all about it. She then told them the story of her father's money and her experience in the haunted house. After all the girls were good friends of Elsie's and they had many good times together, talking over Elsie's strange story. Mabel Bortner, 6A grade, Baxter School. A Regular Cowboy To be like his daddy is the desire of Douglas Fairbanks Junior. Nobody on earth is quite as wonderful or as full of fun as this lively father of his, in the mind of the movie actors sun. Douglas Jr., is nine years old and very lively and mischevious Best of all lie likes to put on his cowboy suit, jump up on his poney, which is really a small horse of his own, and go for a ride with his father. At these times he is dressed like a real westerner, cowboy suit, sombrero, bandana handkerchief around neck, and boots. He rides on a regular cowboy's saddle! and carries a toy gun. Theodore Roosevelt Theodore Roosevelt was born in New York city, October 24, 1858. He died January 16, 1919. He graduated from Harvard at the age of twenty-two. Upon the death of President McKinley, he became president of the United States. He believed in fairnpss and that all people are equal. Virginia Rhodes, 4A grade, Warner School. THE HEN'S STORY "A-cackle, a-cackle!" up speaks White Hen "A-cackle, a-cackle and a-cackle again. Attention!" she begs "Cack-cackle, cack-cackle, you cannot deny That I help prepare your Thank giving pic. I luniith the eggs!"

How Bobby Trapped die Horse Thieves BY MADELINE BRANSON Bobby was a little boy Just twelve years old. His father owned a small ranch, down in Texas, and kept about five hundred government horses. These horses were very valuable, and of course if any of them were missing, Mr. Smith (for that was his name) was blamed for it. Lately a band of robbers had been getting many of the horses and disposing of them. They had been trying to get them, but they were so shrewd that they could not find oat where they hid their stolen horses. One day Bobby was going out to see if he could find some clams along the sea shore in the caves and cliffs. He got into one of the caves hunting the clams when he heard a faint neiph. He was not sure of it at first, but there it was again. He was sure of it this time. He thought of the saying that the rocks were haunted, he thought of his father's horses, many more of which had been taken a few days before, he thought of many more things, but the horses was the most appealing to

him, he thought if it should prove to be them, he would make a great effort to 6ave them. He went outside of the cave to look around but he heard or saw nothing; ho went back into the cave and heard that faint, clear neighing again. He was sure that the homes were in some of the caves next to the one he was in. He went outside again and climbed up on top of the rocks. He crept around on them for some time, every once in a while putting his ear on the ground and listening intently. Once he thought he heard that faintest neigh, but he was not sure. He went on walking around till he came to a small hole, just big enough for a human body to go through. Looking down into it, he saw a ladder. Bobby went down the ladder very fast and when he reached the bottom, there were the one hundred horses that had been stolen. Bobby's heart leaped with joy. He patted the horses who knew him and were very glad to see him. They neighed joyfully, Bobby thourht he had better hurry and notify his father, but as he started up the ladder he saw three men start .down. Bobby's heart fell. He looked about for other means of escape, and, to his great joy he saw faint outlines of a tunnel, lie went to it joyfully and found it was a small tunnel just large enough for the horses to pass through. Bobby decided that this was the way in which the horses had been brought into the cave. Bobby ran on through the tunnel till he came out in the large thicket that was in the pasture where the horses were kept. He hurried toward the house to tell his father all about it Mr. Smith was very much surprised, of course, in hearing this. He called up the sheriff, who was SOon out i soon ouc mere wuu auuui live I other men. Bobbv led the wav back ,1 1 . L ' . f0 the cave where they all came upon three very much surprised men. After a short struggle, the three men were overpowered and taken to prison. The horses were then restored to their keeper. A few days later Bobby was coming up through the pasture, when he saw a strange automobile come I up to the house and two men get out and enter his home. Bobby hurried In and lparned that they were two government men. They saw Bobby pass the door and called him in. "You certainly have been very, very brave to catch these robbers that no one else has been able to," said the tall man opposite his father. Bobby grew red in the face and dropped his head. Then the other, man said: i "Bobby, we came here tonight to; give you a reward of $100 for sav-j ing the horses." ) Bobby felt very proud a few days ; later when he and his father went to the next ranch to buy the pretty ; Shetland pony that was for sale,1 and which he had wanted so much J to own. Bobby was very proud also, when his boy friends praised him fori catching the robbers. j But he was proudest of all of the pretty pony he had earned.

My Trip to Chicago I went to Chicago for eleven days. While I was there I went to White City. White City is a resort. I went on the racing coaster at White City. I went to Rlverview to spend the day. I was going on a moonlight trip across the lake, but my mother would not let me. My aunt lives in the first flat of a three-story house. The people next door had a dog. My cousin and I had lots of fun. Then I went over to my Grandma's house. My cousin and I played ball every day I was

there. We went to the park lots of times, too. My aunt lives about one square and a half away from the park. The people that own the house are having the house painted and new light shades put in the whole house. Herschel Clevenger, 4B grade, Baxter School. A Social Club Monday evening after school eight CA girls met together and organized a club at the home of Margaret Livingstone, 301 North Eleventh street. The members are as follows: Vivian Mendenhall, Shirley Sims, Helen Fossenkemper, Kathleen King, Ruth Hamilton, Marjorie Funk, Thelma Feltis, Margaret Livingstone. The meeting was devoted to the election of officers, the officers elected being as follows: Margaret Livingstone, president; Kathleen King, secretary; Shirley Sims, treasurer. The meeting was going on very successfully when two boys interrupted and tore up papers and spoiled everything. At last, however, they left together with the girls. The meeting lasted from 4 o'clock to 4:30 p. m. The collection was $.06. It has not been decided yet where the next meeting will be, but we will not be pestered by boys again. At least I hope not. By a Club Member. P. S. The club will have pins to signify their membership as soon as enough money has been raised. The business of the club will be to have shows, make the poor happy and contented, and to be happy ourselves. M. L. A True Ghost Story Years ago there was a family lived in Union county, Indiana, in the edge of a woods. One night there came up an awful storm. The woman was scared about the storm and went to the window to look out, and as the lightening flashed she saw a man coming toward the house. She called to her husband to come in the room, that there was a man running toward the house, she supposed to get out of the storm. Her husband came in, waited for the man to come to the door. But he never came. They went outside and could not Bee him anywhere. Several times they saw the same man coming toward the house in the evening, and he would disappear just like he did the first time. The man told the neighbors about what he had Been, and they told him a man had killed his wife and four children there. Agnes Mull in At the Lakes I went to Lake George late in August. I went fishing with my father. My father, my Uncle Earl, and another man from Dayton, and all went fishing. My father let me hold the fishing pole in the water while he fixed another one. They caught forty-five fish in the lake. We went rowing in the lake. We went up to the bathing beach. Most of the time we were there the lake was rough and we could not go In the boat. Tho boats were fine. They were double boats that you could not upet. The name of our boat was LaFayette. The man that was from Dayton had a little girl my size. They were at the hotel, too. I and some other little girls that lived in cottages played with her. One afternoon we all drove to Crooked Lake. And another afternoon we drove to Clear lAke. Clear Inke was where we were going first, but they did not have room for us there. After we were at George Lake for a week, we came home. Mary Helen Fosler, 4B grade, Baxter School. HERE 18 A SHORT 8TORY Once upon a time there were some children. They went hunting. They killed a turkey and a big one too. They ate it on Thank"ivng day. Yours truly Leoline KIus.

The Red Lawn Living "Oh, Daddy, won't you mak Betty and me a lawn swing?" begged Rachel Picket one summer day. "If I can," answered her father. "Oh, I know you can," cried Rachel delightedly, and hastened away to tell her baby sister. .

The next day Mr. Picket began! the swing and about three days later it was finished. Now, Ita-j chel was only six years of age and I Betty was three. The swing was rather small so' j as to fit the two little girls. It waa: painted a bright red and looked very pretty against the green of the grass when Mr. Picket brought it out and set it in the yard. "Oh, isn't it fine?" cried Rachel, as she and Betty got in and began to swing. "Ess," answered Betty, laughing and showing her pretty dimples. The father was pleased at their delight, but he was also plainly worried about something. "If it doesn't rain pretty soon," he said, "I'm afraid the crops will be ruined." There had been no rain for a long time, consequently the gardens were not doing very well. "Are you going to leave our swing out all night?" Rachel asked her father. "Yes. I don't think it will hurt any," he replied absent-mindedly. So it was left out About midnight it began to rain and oh, how it poured. Of course, the crops revived and Mr. Picket looked much brighter in the morning. "Well, Rachel," he said laughing ly, "I believe it was your red swing that drew the rain. I only wish I had made it sooner." Myrtle Da Beck, 6A, Baxter School. The Ball of Yarn Betty Jones's father was a weal thy merchant and Betty got nearly everything she wanted. She lived in a very beautiful house. Farther on down the street lived another little girl whose name wai Frances Brown. Betty and Francis went to the same school and knew each other very well. When Betty's birthday was very near she asked if she could have a party. Of course she had her wish. Now Frances had a very pretty ring and locket which Betty admired very much. But Betty's father and mother had already given her their presents. Her grandmother had not given her any thing yet, but she said if Betty would knit one ball of yarn into a square before her birthday, she would give her something very nice. Betty did not like to knit very well, she liked better to play. On the day before her birthday she had only part of it done, early in the morning before anyone was up, she crept down stairs and got out her knitting. She worked so fast her fingers fairly flew. She regretted over and over that she had not worked harder. Just as she made the last stitch a little white box fell to the floor. She opened it, finding a card on which was written, "To the little girl who finishes her work." She lifted the card and there was a beautiful ring and locket. She went to thank her grandmother, for it was her gift When the girls came to the party she told them all about It. She resolved that in the future she would always finish what sh started. Thelma Feltman 6A Grade Baxter School EXCHANGE COLUMN Open to All Boy and Girls. These Ads Coat You Nothing; Send In Your -Want" to The J Palladium Junior. WANTED Boyr to join the Lone Scouts of America. Application free. Inquire, 1215 South C it LOST Child's velvet pocketbook, with eighty-five cents. Pleaso return to No. 128 Randolph 8t Reward. FOR SALE Three good wool coats for a girl, 9 or 10 years old. Phone 1821 or call 111 Nortn Third street FOR SALE Mated Homing pi eons. Phone 3085.