Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 45, Number 57, 17 January 1920 — Page 13

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY, JANUARY 17, 1919

riOB THREB

THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM The Junior Palladium la the children's section of (he Richmond Palladium, founded May 6, 1916, and issued each Saturday afternoon. All boys and girls are Invited to bo reporters and contributors. News Items, social events, "want" advertisements, s'ories, 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 nd age signed. Aunt Polly is always glad to meet the children pertonally as they bring their articles to The Palladium office, or to rereive letters addressed to the Junior EdUor. This Is your little newspaper and we hope each boy and girl will use it thoroughly.

Billy and JimPals There was once a little boy nam ed Jim and he had a great goat, Her name was Nancy and she was old. So one day Jim's mother went down to the barn and there in Nancy's bed of hay was a little white goat. Its eyes were full of mischief. She took the little white goat to the house and Nancy came right at her heels bleating all the way to the house. She put the goat in the clothes basket and Nancy Bat down on the flour bin and washed her kid. Jim's mother went up stairs and told Jim to get up and see what she had for him. He said, "Fudge?, Pie?" "No," said the mother, "you will never guess. Get on 'your things and come down and see what I have for you." Jim quickly dresBed and came down and when he saw what was in the kitchen he danced with joy and said, "I will name him Billy after his father so he will let me -keep him.". Then his mother laugh td and said, "Your father will let you keep him, I am sure." About a year later Nancy died and left her Dilly to Jim to take care of. One day Jim got a little harness and made a wagon so he could go to town. When he started out, Billy was all right. But when he had about reached town a big dog sprang out of a gate. It had hydrophobia and was about to sprang on him. But Billy was too quick for the - dog and ran his strong horn into the dog and killed htm. And then Billy had a good time with Jim all the days of his Life. THE END, Mervin B Loper, Grade 5A, Joseph Moore School.

Anglers Land Giant Turtles Which Help Make Mincemeat

Part of day's haul of shark and turtles by fishermen at St Petersburg, Florida. While turtle fishing isn't half as exciting as angling for tarpon shark at the southern gulf resorts the fishermen pull in the big 200 and 300 pound turtles along with their other catches as the turtles are in demand for supplying meat for mincemeat put up by big manufacturing concerns. The photo shows the immense turtles caught along with shark and tarpon in Tampa Bay, Boca Ceiga Bay and the waters of the Gulf of Mexico at St. Petersburg, Fla. Over GOO varieties of fish are to be found in the three waters nanipd.

The Happy People and an Apple Orchard Last summer there was a farmer that had an apple orchard. He had hundreds and hundreds of apple, trees. So he didn't want the apples to go to waste so he put an "ad" in the paper. It said that he would like to have some boys and men to pick some apples for him. The farmer said if they would come and pick the apples every day till they were gone he would give them

two dollars a day an would give them some apples too. These apples were already to pick. The next- day about 7 o'clock, there came about 25 men. The farmer was so glad to see that many men. Of course the men wanted to begin to pick the apple trees so the farmer showed the men where two orchards were. It took the men four days to clean the orchard. The farmer gave each boy and man five dollars and gave each one three bushels of apples. The men and boys were very glad to get these things. And the farmer was glad they were picked. After the farmer had given each one 3 bushels of apples and five dollars the farmer had 26 bushels of apples left. Emaltne Hunt, 5a grade, Joseph Moore school. Traffic Officer Peter Marra, on duty at a busy corner in Springfield, 111., won applause by holding up a big touring car just in time to save a little fuzzy black kitten which was paralyzed with fear. ANSWERS TO LAST WEEK'S RIDDLES 1. A boot. 2. A wagon. .3. A bottle of pop.

SOCIETY NEWS

, Richard Somers Cox entertained a party of boys at a theatre party Saturday afternoon In celebration of his tenth birthday anniversary. After the show, the guests enjoyed a luncheon at the home of the host's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Earl M. Cox of South Eighteenth stret. The guests were: Richard Wilson, Byron Painter, Joseph Kenny, Glen Kenny, Edward Ulrich, Charles Hawokotte and Charles Druitt. The True Blue of the First English Lutheran Church met at Miss Ruth Otte'8 on Friday, January the nineth. New officers were elected. Games were played and refreshments served. . Those that were present: Miss Elsie Bullerdick, Helen Long, Ida Spears, Grace Eggemeyer, Mary C. Knox, Berenice Burton, Marjorie Miller, Mildred Minnjck, Helen Wenger, Lucile Lufburrow, Glenna Miller and Ruth Otte. ; The guests were, Jane Knollenberg, Dorothy Long and Mary Minnick. Making Good in New York City One day as I was in New York where, I went for a month on a vacation! I had only 10.00 when I started. I started on Monday and arrived there at 10:30 Wednesday, It was a town which I knew nothing about. I was trying to get a job. I went into a store where it said a .boy wanted. They said, that I wasn't the kind of boy they) i 3 11? . T waniea. i was geiung preuy iuw in money. So I went to another store and they said the same thing, so I went to a store on Broadway, a big store. There they took me in as cash boy. One day I was to deliver a bundle.. I" was going down the street and saw an old man fall out of the carriage, I ran to help him up when he got up he asked me where I lived, I told him that I lived 100 miles from the town. I. asked him-where he lived and I told him that I would help him 'home. When we got home, I saw that he was a rich man. They had servants to do all their work. After dinner he asked me where I was working and how -much I got. I told him $3.00 a week, he said that that was awful. He said that I was a good reader and that he would give me $5.00 a week if I would read for him every night I thought, to myself that I could make a living on that. I asked when I should start, he said Saturday night. I began, and kept on reading for about a month, till one day when I came to read as usual, I met a fellow named John Wade, about sixty. I was quite surprised when I met him. But I soon got acquainted with him. He was a very good man, for a while. They had a housekeeper whome I was not very much stuck on, but she didn't like me. But we made it for a month. She was housekeeper for 24 years at the same house. j (To Be Continued) A LETTER FROM A FRIEND Somewhere in U. S. A. Dear Junior: Here is a poem which I think is just right for New Year: O, I am the little New Year, ho! ho! Here I come tripping it over the snow. Shaking my bells with a merry din, So open your doors and let me in. Goodbye, S. B. R. Dear S. B. R.: Sorry. we were unable to publish the other poem you sent in. I am very fond of that special poem, myself, but we have published it recently in the Junior, and besides most Junior boys and' girls know the poem and the Junior wants to have stories and poems in it that the boys and girls of Richmond do not already know. Your Editor. Belgium is in neew of cats. During the war both cats and mice were scarce. They nearly all died fo hunger. Now that food is more plentiful the mice have reappeared in thousands. Unhappily the same cannot be said of cats. The result is that a dollar, it is said. Is being paid for a mere atom of a kitten.

The Junior When you reed the Ugly Duckling or Thumblina. The Constand Tin Soldier, or The Silver Shilling or any of those fairy stories that Hans Christian Anderson wrote, do you ever wonder what he looked like, the man who wrote all those won derful fairy tales? Do you think he always' told fairy stories like these from the time he was a very small boy? At the time of his death in 1875, he was a wealthy man. Did he always live - in beautiful surroundings? No, he was not the son of a rich man at all. Hans Anderson was born in a peasant's home in Den mark, over a hundred years ago, in 1805. When he was only nine years old, he left school and went to work to help his mother, for his father was dead. It was when he was a boy that the old women who lived near to him used to tell him Many, many . fairy stories which showed him a view of a wonderful world or as he said himself, "A world as rich as that of theThous and One Nights." -And all lovers "The Arabian Nightswill be -sure that that . was a very wonderful world indeed. It was a long while after this that Hans Anderson decided to tell some of these fairy tales in hooks, and after he had told some of . those stories he had heard as a child, he began making up some of his own and so we have several books of his stories, some of them as wonderful little fairy stories as have ever been told in any country. Mr. Anderson was 48 years -old when he wrote his first fairy story, or as he calls it in . his own . language, "Eventyr" or wonder story." Would EXCHANGE COLUMN Open to All Boy and Girls. Ttase Ada Cot .You Nothing; Send In Your "Want" to The "J Palladium Junior. . LOST One overshoe at St. Mary's School. Call at 35 So. 19th St. FOR SALE iA paper bag, just as good as new, for 60c. See John Sudhoff, 222 So. 8th street. FOR SALE Rabbits. One buck, two does. Call at once. Howard Brooks, Roscoe Street. FOR SALE Two pair of Cochin Bantams. Call at 524 So. West A Street. FOR SALE A paper bag, Just as new. for 60c. See John Sudhoff 222 So. 8th street. WANTED Boys to join Lone Scouts. Call 1027 1-2 Main st. TO SELL OR TRADE 100 Stamps both foreign and United States, Call 1027 1-2 Main st FOR SALE Rabbits, one doe and five young. Young two months old Call 2209 north F street. LOST Silver barrett between 12th and 14th streets. If found, return to the Palladium office. WANTED 32 boys for a club. Training is given too. Leoline K. 915 North G. St reet. FOR SALE Rabbits, , two bucks, two does and three young ones, mixed breeds. To be sold at once Call Earnest Cooper, 302 N 22nd st. LOST Pair child's tan mittens on street. Return 927 Main street LOST Fur neck piece at the Washington Theatre. If found, return to 103 North 16th st, or Thone 1984. WANTED Seven boys to Join an active hiking club, ten or eleven years of age. Training is to be

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you ever have thought he began to write fairy stories at that age? Would it not be nice 'to be able to go and visit a man as interesting as Hans Anderson and see what the man who wrote those stories that we all like . so well, really looks HJte. But we can not do that for his home was way over in Denmark, and besides, he is dead, died about forty-five years ago. But there is an Englishman, Edmund Gosse is his name, and he happens to be a very well known poet, who likes fairy stories and went to visit Hans Christian Anderson several times. He tells us how the fine old 1 story teller looked to him the first time that he saw him,' and that was when Mr. Anderson was quite an old man. This is the way he tells it: Suddenly as we were seated in the living-room, there appeared in the doorway a very tall, elderly gentleman, dressed in a complete suit of brown, and in a curly wig of the same .shade of snuff-color. .His eyes, although they were small, had great sweetness and' vivacity of ex pression, .while gentleness and ingenuousness breathed from everything he said. - He had been prepared to expect a young English visitor, and he immediately, took my hand in his two big ones, patting and pressing it. Though my hands have no delicacy to. boast of, yet in those of Hans Anderson they seemed like pebbles in a running brook. mu r t 1 T- A l a peasant's face, but he had only to speak, almost but to smile, and the man of genious stood revealed. I experienced the .feeling which l have been told that man children felt in his company. All sense of shyness and reserve fell away, and I was painf ully and eagerly, endeavoring to express my feelings to him In Danish. Anderson had at one time possessed, considerable knowledge of English and under stood how to read it, still, but had ceased to speak it with any ease. The rest of the company tactfully left us alone, and Anderson conversedabout the many happy, memories he had of England, . his two bright visits to Charles Dickens,.. and his hope to come again some day to London. He then conducted me "over the house, showing . off its magnificence, witli a childlike enthusiasm, and finally he stopped in his own bright, high room, open to the east. He took me out into the balcony and bade me notice the' long caravan of ships going, by in the sound below "They , are like a" flock pf wild -swans," : he said With the white towns of Malmo and Landskrona sparkling on the Swedish coast, and the . sunlight falling on Tycho . Brahe's Island. Then he proposed to read to me a new fairytale he had just written. He read in a low voice,, which presently sank almost to a hoarse whisper; he read slowly, and as he. read he sat beside me, and his amazingly long and bony . hand a great brown hand, almost like that of a man of the wood3 grasping my shoulder. As he read, the color of everything, the twinkling sails, the sea, the opposing Sweedish coast the. burnished sky above, kindled with sunset From "Two Visits to Denmark," by Edmund Gosse. I EARNED MONEY FOR MY THRIFT STAMPS The first Thrift Stamp I bought I did not earn the money for myself. My mother gave me the money for it The rest of the stamps I have bought with the money I earned. The way I earned it was: I ran er rands and helped, my mother -on Saturday, then she gave me a quarter. The people right by us hare a baby. Sometimes when they are going to town they want me to take care of the baby, and I get money. for that I did a lot ot little things around the house and mother gave me money for that. That is the way I earned money - for Thrift Stamps. Martha Tyner 4A, Joseph, Moore. .