Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 45, Number 45, 3 January 1920 — Page 11

THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM WEEKLY SECTION OF RICHMOND PALLADIUM

RICHMOND. INDIANA, SATURDAY, JANUARY 3, 1920

A Moan From A Suffering Freshman Fre6hracn! Notice! You are not the only sufferers, O Freshmen of Richmond. There are others. And what Is more, I am one of them! Sophmores, Juniors and Seniors hear our prayer, I beseache thee and "do unto others as you would be done by" as the golden rule says and not as "they do unto you." I have prayed for mercy, but my prayers have been as unheeded as a strange dog ou a city street. Many have suffered as I, and 0, that it be stopped, in the name of humanity. War may be uncivilized, examinations hard and cruel but what is more hard, bitter or cruel than the unmercifulness of the Freshman's enemies? Policemen, detectives and news paper editors, I pray, make an effort to stop this conduct It is getting on the nerves of myself and my fellow sufferers to an unlimited extent. Boys and girls (fellow-sufferers especially) this is called the Freshman's prayer, I ask you to learn it so that it may give you strength to obey the golden rule as you travel from the awful state of a Freshman (some nearly dead, some insane) to the higher classes and may it help you to leave alone the Freshmen in their grief, remembering your own of past years.. The following is the twenty-third psalm composed by a Freshman. "The school is my honor, I shall not live. They maketh me to stand up before my classmates and show mine ignorance. They maketh me to write mine answers upon the board. Surely Algebra and French shall follow me all the days of my life and I shall dwell in the Freshman class for ever and ever.

How truely that speaks! Is it not so fellow-sufferers? This is but the end of the first semester, but already I am gray and wrinkeled. Oh, people what will it be by another semester? However we can not help the inevitable, so I won't weep again about it. Nice weather for ice skating, is it not? Yes. too, I have skated. Joy to the world! Freshmen, now is the time to be happy and forget your suffering for Christmas is the time to be happy, (Is it possrole?) By the way,

IxADY ASTOR GETS A BOUQUETIfCr KINDNESS TO HOSPITAL CHILDREN

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Lady Nancy Astor, first woman

ment, recently distributed toys among the little patients in the Ormond Street Hospital, London. The photo shows her receiving a bouquet In !

acknowledgment of her kindness from Vera West, one of the sick children. 1

are any of you exempt in your State exams? At least I have found something about which to be happy. Only one fjam for me!!! Hurrah!! How unusual! Of course nobody sucpects, but don't you tell! Sh-h! not a word! ! The G. A. A. is a success! ! ! Hall, children! Salute the G. A. A. What ia it? Oh, that's what you must guess, Freshmen of Richmond! You may bring your guesses to my hou3e but of course you will have to guess that, loo, me not telling you where I live or who I am. Girls and boys this is supposed to be in the form of a letter, but I sincerely doubt if you know it. Honest now, you didn't did you? Oh, I thought as much! Ah well, such is life and especially the life of a mistreated Freshman. Fresh

men of Richmond, remember 1 am with you in your suffering and will close now so that I may study for that one, great awful exam. With hopes, prayers and tears I am A fellow-sufferer. Je suis Votre Ami Mademoiselle or Moncieur, A reader. Tom Had Christmas . and Tom Was A Cat Tom was a handsome tiger cat and much loved member of the Pushington family. He felt keenly the press of holiday preparations which were going on in all parts of the house. Out on the front porch, the fragrant Christmas tree had just been set up. Tne glistening balls, the candles and a host of shiny things lay on the floor ready to be hung on the tree. The porch door was open a tiny crack, and though busy, we noticed Tom clawing at the door till he opened it about a foot and began rolling one of the brightest balls around on the hardwood floor. Befor we knew it, Tom had rolled the ball through the door, and down it went, bump, bump, and then burst like an electric bulb 1 na thousand pieces! Poor Tom was so frightened that he scampered off into newly fallen snow, and we saw nothing of him for an hour or two. Tom came out of hiding in the evening. With wondering eyes he watched us play games and even to be elected to the British parlia-

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PRESIDENT'S PRETTY GRANDDAUGHTER a 9

ELLEN Little Ellen McAdoo, four-year-old

Adoo, former secretary of the treasury, is noted for her beauty. Ellen's

mother was formerly Eleanor Wilson, President Wilson's daughter.

listened to the stories that Grandma told us. Christmas morning dawned bright, crisp, snowy and, In this house, somewhat noisy with very proper glee. .Presents were plenty and much time was spent in open-; ing parcels and looking at each other's gifts. Every one found two or three presents. There were no j presents for Tom though, not even a loving pat and stroke! Why didn't we think of the loving little playfellow? Indeed, Tom was sad in the midst of all this festive buzz. There wasn't a string dangling for Tom to snatch or chase. While near the tree, looking up in wonder, Tom noticed a little cottor Santa all shiny .and smiling down at him from a low branch of the tree. Suddenly he reached up once then a second time, and! caught the cotton Santa by the toe then he set both claws determinedly into Santa's feet and pulled as hard as he could. Without warning the tree came tumbling over click click-click went some of the little bulbs-not as loud as it was startvlfaig. We sprang to catch the tree before it struck some one. A mo ment more and Mr. Tom-cat would have been hurt, but maby some one else. The boys caught the tree half way to the floor but it had hit the top of a chair, knocking a heap of lovely trinckets to bits. WTiat do you suppose Tom did? He disappeared as if by magic Poor Tom, where was he? We cal led and called, but no Tom. Was he, this time, aware of the extent of his mischief? We all saw him jump at the innocent Santa, never for a moment thinking he was so strong. It was all so sudden that no one could believe that our Tom was the cause. In time Tom showed up and we all looked and commented this time. Here he came laboring across the center of the room, dragging the cotton Santa Claus. Of all the funny sights! We felt almost like spanking this unusual tom-cat. Think of him pulling our Chrstmas tree over! Now here he was, wth supreme indifference, playing with Santa himself. He never even looked up at us till Gracey burst out, as if inspired: "I know what he means! Tom never received any present" Then she told what

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McADOO daughter of William Gibbs Mche had done with the ball the day before and how he caught at ends of everything, but we were too busy to play. We all looked sheepishly at each other and then realized our precious pet had been shamefully neglected. Early the next day the children took Tom to a store and bought a lovely collar with a tiny bell on it. For a week they gave him cream or very rich milk to drink, and did all they could to "make up.' My, but Tom was happy, and purred his gratitude! Every Christ mas Tom is to have his present, and never again will we have to chase the ends of decorations. He will have his very own little ball, and will keep it moving, too. Let us remember our faithful friends at Christmas, even the pussy. If it weren't for Tom, our candy and cakes might all be eaten by the mice!- Venita RJ Dudgeon in Our Dumb Animals. Tatopochon Girls Deliver Comforts Tuesday afternoon the girls of the Tatopochon campfire knotted the two comforts they have been sewing on for the last two months. The comforts were made of wool pieces put together by the girls and were very attractive, especially one of them that was made of navy and gray pieces with some cardinal pieces in the center. "They were tied with cardinal colored wool. They met at the home of their guardian, Miss Ruth Heiger, to knot the comforts. On New Year's Day they met at Miss Hieger's home and took the two pretty, warm comforts out to the Wernle Home. HOPE HE BROUGHT THEM ALL Here is a letter that we received late, too late to publish in our Christmas edition. We hope that Santa found out what Marjorie wanted and came anyway. Here is what she wanted: "Santa Slaus, bring me a little boy doll. Santa Claus bring me a little dog. I want a Christmas tree. 'Marjorie Foreman, Warner School.

"Santa dans & Co." Staged by Children of St. Pad's Choir When the children of the Junior Choir of St. Paul's Lutheran church staged the little cantata entitled "Santa Claus and Co." last Monday evening they presented one of the most delightful and musical entertainments given in Richmond for several years. All the children represented their characters very well and seemed to enjoy having a part in such charming little cantata about as much as the people who formed the large audience enjoyed hear Ing it The stage was fixed to represent a large work room, furnished with work tables and chairs, and this work room belonged to Santa Claus himself, and the rest of the performers were his helpers. ' The presentation of this gay little cantata was under the supervision of Miss Marjorie Beck, organist of the church, and director of the Junior Choir, who may well be glad and Justly proud of

I its success. The names of the boys and girls who took part In "Santa Claus and Co." follow: Santa Claus 4 Mark Heltbrink The Secretary .Miriam Weichman Carpenters, ..Kenton Kimm, Roland Erbs, Howard Sweet, Charles Stoddard, Frederich Nieman, David Hasemeicr. Milliners and Dressmakers,.. Elsie Stoddard, Josephine Bartel, Louise Nieman, Ester Thomas. Candy Cook, Roland Kemper Pop Corn,. . . .Robert Kienker, Mary Janet Keinker. Garland Makers, Elizabeth Kreimeier, Florence Dingley, Louise McPherson, Helen Smith. Bell Ringers, ..Dorothy Stodraard, Evelyn Sweet, Martha Ti tus, Lora Jobanning, Martha Johanning. Tinsel Fairies, ....Dorothea Hasemeier, Helen Heiitbrink, Rhea Welbaum, Thehna Davis. Postmaster John Jones 5. 5. Children Present Pageant "The Spirit of Yule" "The Spirit or Yule," a little Christmas pagean was presented in an interesting manner by the boys and girls of St. Paul's Episcopal Sunday School last Tuesday evening. The prologue which is a call to people to be of good cheer for the glad season of Christmas time is come.again-was read by Miss Mary Kltchin. Two herald angels who net appeared were represented by Margaret Coe and Mary Ann Swaynie. The parts of the three shepherds who left their flocks after hearing the angel song, were taken by James Hibberd and Charles Rogers Mother Church, after an elapse of four centuries of time, enters next and called to her scholars to find the day when Christ was born and they answered that as closely as they could figure from their books it was the 25th of December. Then Christmas Day was called who in time called the spirits of Yule, who appeared bringing Mistletoe holly and a tiny fir tree which they give to Christmas day to grace the feast Mary Louise Bates represented Mother Church, Edwin Taggart and Albert Witte, the scholars, Winifred Comstock, Christmas Day, Alice Carr, Miriam and Marguerite Burbanck were the Spirits of Yule. The, messenger, which part was taken by Jane Carpenter, summoned modern sheapherds,- Robert King and Everett Lemon, who became ministers and carried the Glad Tidings to different parts of the world. After this the children of differ ent nations appear carrying flags and approach the group already around Christmas Day. The girls representing the nations were. Jean Shively, Kathleen Comstock, Lestra Hibberd andElizabeth King. Familiar Hymns were sung by the choir at different times during the presentation - of the pageant and the boys and girls who were in the pageant joined with the choir in singing a Christmas song at the end of this attractive Chrlstmaa service.