Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 45, Number 22, 6 December 1919 — Page 14

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM. SATURDAY, DECEMBER C. 1919

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When Captain Bit Wrd Bon howling away "bcMad Oa ftnca , fcat connected tkt two boilaiaxs . jumped Bp, caught .hold of the top of ta fane md pulled himself i bo ao that ho could look oyer It There, Mr novfh, u Booh. Aftd- when . Booh saw CapUln Brave's faee oa the top of tho f enee he stopped howUac tod used - an .hie strength to was his tail as fat aa ha could. Captain Brare climbed over the fence and dropped to the ground beside Booh. - It was another time when Booh wished that he could talk. like people can, and Captain Brave wished oo, too. As it was. Captain Brave patted Booh .for a minute and then looked about to find the way Booh had entered the space between the houses. The open window was the only way unless Booh had been thrown orer the fence from the street While Captain Brare was trying to decide which was the most likely way Booh had come Into . the place Booh decided the question by sitting on his hind legs and looking straight. up at the window as much as to say, "There's where I came In." Captain Brare looked cautiously Into the window and then, lifting Booh in, climbed In himself. ' With Booh sniffling along, Captain Brave started to search the house. When he reached the back room where the children had been dropped down into the celler he searched about carefully In the hope of finding some clue. Just as he had in the other rooms. He was about ready to leave it, when he noticed the door in the floor. . Bending down, he lifted- up the Special Program et Economy High The morning " exercises were opened by the entire Economy High school standing and singing A Thanksgiving Song." It was followed by "How We Got Our National Thanksgiving Day," by Zella Lamb; "A Thanksgiving Surprise," by Fannie Cain. "Economy Items," some of which follow, were furnished by Ruth Cain: Some fellows, especially the Senior boys, travel on a, single track for so long that when the switch suddenly throws them out on the main line, they are up against It. Why dont we advertise our B. H. 8.1 We don't because every one knows where it is. Everyone knows where the cemetery Is, too, but they don't go there. Elizabeth Manning seems to have a peculiar liking i for germflavored red drops. v. Lyrics are flying thick and fast nowadays between Leila Lamband Dudley Bishop. "We should worry." An old saying is, that when For rest Cain was a baby, his tail nurse dropped him all the way to the floor and since ' then he has not grown much. As Hary Van Schoback and Helen Lundy were walking up town from school one evening, Helen remarked that Jupiter had eight moons. "Gee whiz! Fancy courting a girl under' eight of them!" After delivering Helen at her door he called up a Richmond furnishing store, but the JuniorSenior class has not ben advised of results. Mrs. Bishop said it was neces sary to have a knowledge of Greek and Latin inorder to write English correctly. But who ' considers it necessary to write English cor rectly, nowadays? Yesterday, Arthur Beard was told that he had lost his collar button. "Oh, I'm not surprised," he replied, "and I didn't have my English, I worried so over my geometry that I found three gray hairs the next morning; Mrs. Wil liamson scolded me, Alberta told me sho could not cook, and I was caught trying; to slip a note to

Mary. Mendenhall. What's a lost collar button compared to other troubles a Junior has?" Mrs. Williamson Is one of those

dor. He opened the door far enough so that It wouldn't shut of its own aeoord and then went

down the stairs Into the dinar eel btr whet the children had been kept the afternoa before. As you know, R was almost pitch dark there to anyone coming In from the sunlight Captain Brave took a box of matches from his pocket and lit one. With the match throwing a tiny light he walked about the cellar. And what do yon think he found? Well, laying on the box where Jack and Jane had remained huddled, was Jack's cap. If Captain Brave hadn't been a big, strong man, he would have cried, I think, when he saw the cap. What he did do, was to pick up the cap and hug it just as though it waa Jack or Jane Instead of a mere cap. Then he hunted carefully around the cellar for more traces of the children, but found none. There was the paper In which the old clothes had been brought for Jack and Jane to wear, but there was no way Captain Brave could tell for what purpose It had been used. Leaving the cellar, Captain Brave and Booh hunted around the neighborhood for the next hour for more signs of the children, but their hunt was a failure. Despite the fact that he badnt actually found the children, Captain Brave felt cheerful as he went back to the hotel with Jack's cap In his pocket and Booh tucked safely un der one arm. For he was sure that Signor Angelo and the police could learn something about the chili "a as soon as they found out wlwe the children had been taken first To be continued. silent trailers: She doesn't say much on the trail but does whon treed. These kind are more valu- ! able than the open trailer. Two Freshman girls, Helen ! Fischer and Mhf1 Sanrferq were overheard talking in the ball. "Helen, didn't you Bpeak to Dudley last Sunday night?" "No," replied Helen, "when I passed him I gave him the geological survey." "The geological survey?" "Yes, Mabel, that is what is commonly known as the stony stare.' " Mrs. Bishop believes that the proposition to make men ypung by means of ape glands is all monkeybusiness. We wonder how It happened that Thomas Marshall and Edgar Farmer bought Marjorie Lamb's and Fannie Cain's pies Saturday night? And to top it off, those four went into the H. S. room in preference to where the crowd was! We are glad that we have one distinguished poet in our E. H. S, and his name is Dudley; and this same is going to, write a poem, "Confessions of a Lover." Ask Elizabeth whose initials are "A. L." Why is it that when there are any announcements to be made. Mayo Hardwick always makes them? Mayo H. said she was thankful that she didn't sit near Harry in English. Original Christmas Play in French Did any of you Juniors ever sit down to write a play in just plain English and find out it was a rath er bard thing to do? If yon have, just listen to this! And then go back to your desk and write your play, realising It is not such a very hard thing to do after all if you are only allowed to use your own lan guage. For the members of the French Club of Garfield are composing a Christmas play which will be written entirely in French. An interesting conversation was enjoyed by the members of the French Dub at their last meeting. Evelyn Kemper and Elisabeth Mote spoke on their Thanksgiving vacation. WANTED Position of taking care of babies and small children after school, evenings, Saturdays and Sundays. Phone 282$.

The Junior Book Shelf

Dear Jumbo: Here I amthe Junior Book Shelf! I am only of paper not of wood at all as people think book shelves ought to be bnt I can hold a great deal, as much as many old wooden shelves In fact, for I am going to hold your friends your little book friends for you tunny. Interesting, happy, exciting ones (oh, some real exciting ones) new friends and old friends. Sometimes these friends will speak for themselves, and sometimes they will ask Aunt Polly to speak for them, and sometimes, too, you Juniors can speak for them or about them and tell just what you think about them and why you like some little book friends more than others. That is all I have to say. I ought not say much anyway I will let the Book People talk themselvesfor after all I am not very Important for I am just Your humble friend, The Junior Bookshelf. (Bookshelf stops speaking. A light running sound is heard and then a gay laugh ) Enter: "The Young Visitors," a story by Daisy Ashford. Here I bring you a Btory of funny old men and earls and counts and pretty girls with a King and a Queen and a Prince thrown in for a little while; stiff footmen, all dressed in olive green livery and a tiny glimpse ; of London Town. And the best thing about me is that I was written by a little English girl only nine years old. I jumped out of this little girl's mind (Daisy Ashford was her name them) many years ago and she laughed at me and said: "Wait a minute, I want to write you down!" And so she did, from the head of me to the feet I am so 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, so do not expect the answer to be printed In the same week in which you send It In. Dear Aunt Polly What grade am I in? H. M. Dear H. M. You're in A Class 1, Second to none. Which means you're first class; And now I am done. Aunt Polly. Dear Aunt Polly When is Aunt Molly coming back? M. E. H. Dear M. E. H. That is uncertain. Right now she is trying to get real strong and well. She is ; going to school now in the east but she never forgets the Junior or the Junior readers. We hope she will get real "fat and sassy;" don't we? Aunt Polly. Dear Aunt Polly When do you want me to bring my Christmas story? Please answer. M. E. B. Dear M. E. B. In a third of the time it takes this earth to make one turn on its axis, or in the amount of time it takes to eat the hole out of a doughnut Aunt Polly. My Trip to Grandfather's We went over to Grandfather's Thanksgiving. We had a fine time, too. I played about with my friends. Saturday we came home. John Charman, 240 South Fourth street '

glad she finished me.-lts such a terrible feeling to be left unfinished when you're a story its Just as bad as having one's legs cut off, you know, well, as I was saying, she wrote me all down in a fat little note book, which cost twopence in England, then, and put me away where I have been ever since. She grew up and is now a grown woman, but I was not afraid she would forget me. I knew I would not die that way not with a funny old man like Mr. Salteeva inside me, so I just waited happily in the old fashioned secretary all those years. Then someone found me and here I am without any words added or cut out and with the spelling just as it was when Daisy Ashford wrote me years ago. Some of you children you American children try writing some stories, too. Who knows but there are some very young authors and authoresses right here in Richmond, Indiana. Last week about twenty new books were purchased for the Joseph Moore School Library. There were story books and "How to do things," books and many different kinds of books. Fifty books arrived at Junior High School last week and will be placed within a few days on the book shelves of the room to whose department they belong. A "Biography of eorge Washington,, will find its way into the civics room, some pretty little green books, "The courtship of Miles and Elizabeth Standish," will soon be found in the English Department book shelves and "Vocations for Girls,, will go to live in the Bhelves that belong to the Domestic Art courses. Tuesday afternoon Martha Ruth ! Holzapfel entertained a number of her friends with a party at her home on Pearl street in honor of her third birthday aniversary. Many games were enjoyed by the guests. Tiny pink baskets filled with candy were "given, each guest as favors. Very tiny candlesticks with pink candles were prettily arranged on the table where sixteen guests were served. The guests were: Betty Ann Niewoehner, Ancil Stout, Dorothy Fuller, Marvin Fuller, Louise Holzapfel, Henry Holzapfel, Myra Niewoehner, Ruth Ellen Frauman, Lucille Haisley, Reid Holzapfel, Winifred Cummins, Helen Keelor, Ruth Keelor, Florence Niewoehner, Paul Niewoehner and Martha Ruth Holzapfel. John Charman went to Muncie last week to spend Thanksgiving with his grandparents. He returned to Richmond, Saturday evening. My Vacation In the Country I went to my aunt's home one summer and she had a dog and her name was Fanny. I went to the creek and Fanny went with me. I threw sticks in the water and she brought them back to roe and would beg me to throw them in again. In this way we spent lots of time and had lots of fun. I would like to go out there again, but they do not live there now. Frances E. Harper, Grade 3A, Sevastopol School.

SOCIETY NEWS

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The leaves are fading and falling, The winds are rough and wild; The birds have ceased their, calling. But let mo tell you, my child. Though day by day, as it closes. Doth darker and darker grow. The roots of the bright red rosea Will keep alive in the snow. And when the winter is over, The boughs will get new leaves, The quail come back to the clover, And the swallow back to the eaves. The robin will wear on his bosom A vest that is bright and new, And the lovliest wayside blossom Will shine with the sun and dew. The leaves today are whirling, The brooks are all dry and dumb, But let me tell you, my darling, . The spring will be sure to come. There must be rough, cold weather. And winds and rains so wild; Not all good things together Come to us here, my child. So when some dear joy loses Its beauteous summer glow. Think how the roots of the roses Are kept alive in the snow. Sent in by Thelma Mackey, 6th grade. Baby Sister's Dream Once upon a time, long years ago there was a little girl. She lived with her Aunt Bert. She was cross with the. little girl because she wanted to read a nice little book and not watch the baby, which, of course, was her little sister. While she was reading, the baby had fallen asleep and it was not her time to go to sleep, and that made her Aunt Bert mad, . so she I took the book out of her hands I and mtt i f iw ft Yi a flua 'I'H a nama tit 9axu ffUb iSj saa issc x i iug uniuv the book is "Beulab, the Fairy Glrl.' Edna did not like to see her pretty little, book all spoiled like her cruel aunt had done, so e cried and cried. The harder 1$e cried the lighter she felt. So, after awhile, she saw a brick fall out of the chimney and where it had come ont there was a white space. She floated up and up the chimney until she came to the white space. There was a little door, so she knocked at the door and someone said "Come in," so she turned the knob and as soon as she peeped in sho saw her baby sister and she said, "Well, when did you learn to talk?" and the baby said, "Whenever I go to sleep I come up here and have a good time with Beulah, like you will have when you get acquainted with her." And after awhile she said, "I thought that I left you home in bed." "Well, you see that I am not at home, don't you?' the baby cried, "and whenever I come up here I can do anything I want to." They were having a good time when their aunt called thera and they both awoke with dreamy, eyes, and that was the last time that they ever went to visit Beulah, for she went to some other children's chimney. Maybe if you would look up in your chimney you would see her. Melva Hoffman, 5B grade, Sevastopol School. The Kind Boy Once upon a time there was a little boy. He was 7 years of age. His name was Harold. One day he asked his mother what he could do to pass the time away. His mother told him he might build a bird house. He asked what kind to build. His mother told him to build a sparrow's house. He made one and the sparrows came evqry day. The boy was very happy ever efter. Grace E. Darnell, 5A grade, Warner School. PICKUPS FROM GARFIELD Over six dollars in money and three bushel baskets of food were collected In Garfield the Wednesday morning before Thanksgiving to be distributed to the less fortunate of the city that they might have a pleasanter Thanksgiving Day. Cards are flying around again!; The grades for the last six weeks have Just been given out. They show that the pupils of the school came up almost exactly for their average to the average of the first six weeks, which showed an attendance of 94 and 4-10 per cent and a passing per cent of 94 and 3-10.