Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 45, Number 69, 31 January 1920 — Page 11

THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM WEEKLY SECTION OF RICHMOND PALLADIUM

RICHMOND, INDIANA, SATURDAY, JANUARY 81, 1920

Poor Richard! He Is

Truly "In the Soap

Once upon a time there was a little bov named Richard. And his

mother said, "Don't go to the woods." And he did not mind his mother. It was growing dark. He saw two hunters, he followed them and got lost. The hunters took him to a deep cave. They were mean men. He saw knives hanging all around. They fed him a long while to get him fat to eat him. One day he saw them sharpening their knives and they said to him, "We are going to have you for Boup." So the hunters had a feast. Josephine Bussen, grade 3B Warner school.

LWork and 1 Save A Part Of My Money I go to the store for the neighbors and they give me money for going so I help mama and she gives mo money. I take the washing homo for mama and she give3 me money for that. Then I give some of the money to papa to keep for me, for Christmas. I buy Thrift stamps with the rest. And that is how I came to get my first Thrift stamps. Eleanor Daggett, 4A-6B Joseph Moore School.

The Autobiography Of A Ring A few years ago I was down in the dark ground, with some more gold, just like myself. One day a man was digging down in the soil, he dug me, and some of my friends up in the warm bright sunshiney air, then he ran cold water over us to wash the dirt from us, then we were melted and made into blocks about the size of a brick, then we were sent to the large gold mint at Washington. There we were again melted and some copper poured in with us, to make us hold together better when made into a ring. A few days after I had reached the gold mint I was completely lost from my friends, and mixed with many new ones. After this I was Boon poured into a mould where I was left in the cold to harden. In a few days a man came after me, and I was put into a box with many others just like myself. We were taken into a room where there were many lights and men, tho box I was in was given to a young man. By lira were many

drawers of prfceious stones, all col ors and shapes.

I was the first one lie took from the box. He took a beautiful

green set from one of the drawers,

set it into my prongs. Then I re

ceived a fairly good pinch. I was then shook very hard to see that the set in me was fastened securely. Then he dropped me into another box. There I waited for a few minutes before I received any company. When I received company with a red set in him, many more were put into this box, but none with such a beautiful green set in as mine. Then we were sealed tightly and sent to Richmond, Ind. I was put in a glass case, and left there only lor a few days, when a lady came into the store and picked on me for a birthday present for her sister.

The lady told the man that tne

set in me was the girl's birth stone. I was taken to the lady's home and put in the lady's dark

drawer for a few days, but I was

well contented because I knew

whatwas going to happen.

One morning I was taken out of the drawer and put Into the

apron pocket and taken down

Btairs and handed to her sister and she shouted, "OH, A RING, I HOPE IT IS MY BIRTH STONE." . This made me feel very happy, because I knew she was well pleased. She could hardly wait till she got me on, and I have been worn ever since, I have been in many dark places, but I think I have had a very pleasant life. Mary Adams COASTING IS DANDY! The Golf Links are dandy, everybody is going out. I think every child should go. A great many of Earlham Btudents were out Saturday. Just think you can go clear Into Clear Creek. I think that dandy, don't you? Marcel Thomis, grade 5A, Joseph Moor

AUNT POLLY'S LETTER.

Dear Juniors: I have so many things to write about to you that I am just going to put them all in my letterat once. First I want to tell you that I am "teekled" into a thousand pieces over all the snow and ice wehave had lately. I wish it would stay this way from the first of December until the middle of March without even thinking of melting and getting all slushy and spoiling all the fun. I know you do too, from the letters received from my little friends and from every Junior that has come up to see me or that I have seen on the street. Besides, after the Juniors had gone to bed, I asked several of the hills in and around Richmond, from the Roosevelt Hill to the Golf Links, if the Richmond children did not like snow and coasting and everyone of them said (Oh, of course, not in words as you and I say things; but in the language that hills usually speak), "Do they ? I'll say so! (Yes they even allowed themselves this much slang just to express their feeling) Don't we know? Aren't the tops of us just as pi:ck as a bald man's head, especially on Saturdays when the children coast all day ? Yes, indeed the children of Richmond and all around Richmond like to coast very, very much." But I was almost sure of it, even before the hills told me so. I want to send nu very best congratulations to all you boys and girls, who with the beginning of the new semester have had yourw ork shifted up a notch or so, and are beginning work on a higher plane than that which you have just completed. And to those of you who progressed several notches and made either of the bigger changes, from the sixth grade to the Junior High School, or from the eighth grade to the Senior High School, I add some extra congratulations. With the progress in school work, let us here at the Junior Palladium office, hear about your progress in the way of better and more interesting stories for the Junior. We have been well pleased-with some of the news stories, letters and stories both of boys' and of girls' adventures and activities that have been coming into the office lately. We would like to have more boys and girls from more of the schools, taking a part in the big Junior news letter which we call The Junior Palladium. Have there been many stories and letters from your school lately ? If there have not been many, why don't you sit down and write to us what you are doing and what you are thinking about and the new story you just thought up? Please do not send in stories or poems copied from your books as we can not publish them in the Junior. We want your very own ideas. If you can not think up a good story, write us a letter of what you are doing,or send in some good riddles and jokes (not real old ones, like Methuselah enjoyed). I wanted to tell you, too, that special word has been sent out by people who especially like our little bird comrades, saying that the birds are hungry and need food. Are you scattering a few crumbs outside your door for them? Try it. It is lots of un to watch them find the crumbs and fly away with them. A piece of suet, too, hung on a low, comfortable limb is better than pie and ice cream to birds. The cunning, busy little Downy Woodpecker will always be your visitor if you put out such tempting food. By the way, are you, or your club or your school room or your Sunday School planning a Valentine party ? If you are, please do not forget to write about it to Your very interested friend, AUNT POLLY.

Adette Sends Greetings

to Her Little Friends

A card was received the other

day from Odette, the French or

phan, whom the Junior Palladium adopted, wishing all her friends in and around Richmond, a glad New Year. It is a fancy' card, with em

broidered forget-me-nots and a rose

on it. Then we lift a little flap and

see inside a little card with a French village scene painted on it,

that says "Heureuse Annee, which means "Happy New Year." On the other side of the card she writes the following message: Collorgues, January 1, 1920. My dear American Friends: It is now the first of January, and I do not want to let the day pass without sending our wishes for a very happy New Year to all of you. I am very happy to hear that you always think of me. I have received your letter which Informs me of another package. I will write about it when I receive it, which will probably be in a few days. I ought tfi go to have my picture taken, vhen I do, I wiU send one to you. My mother," my brother send their wishes of happiness to all of you, not forgetting the instructress. Your friend who thinks of you. Odette Negre. (Note A letter and box were sent to Odette for Christmas, but

at the time she wrote this card

evidently the box had not yet arrived. In the letter we wrote to her we asked for a recent picture of herself. By "instructress," she

means me may wuo wrote our ieiter in French for us. Ed.)

Aiden Treasure

on Horse island there lived a

family who had a little boy and

girl. There were also a few na

tives and a few white people. The father owned the Island and ra'ed tropical fruits and sold them to other countries. One day the mother told the children about the pirates that brought chests of gold and silver to the Island and hid it. Then the mother said it is time to go to bed for a tropical Btorm was coming so the children went to bed so that they would not hear the raging winds and waves of the ocean. And after they were asleep, the father went to warn the people that lived in straw huts. But the white people lived in a big fortress so they were not afraid. But about 9 o'clock the rain came down in torrents. And the wind blew fierce and the waves washed out the big caves and made big cliff 8. And the wind blew down the straw huts and trees and the people ran to find shelter. And it happened that one day after the storm the little boy and girl were out walking along the seashore.

They came to a big cave and in

the cave there were ten big chests of gold and silver and jewels and

they were rich and happy forever, (The End.)

Mervin B. Loper, Joseph Moore

Bchool.

RETAKING BUNKER HILL My five friends and I had a snowball fight in the country. We had our forts on the hillside. We name the hill Bunker Hill which the English tried to capture. Three of us were English and the other three were Americana. The English would try to capture the Americans' fort but the Americans would snowball them back. The Americans won the day. Verne Schwab, grade 5A, Joseph Moore school.

Belgium is planning to construct an electric traction line between Brussels and Antwerp. This 1b the first active step taken by the Belgian government since it decided to electrify the railroadB so as to accommodate more passengers

and carry increased freight

Two Sly Trapper . We took the chisels and hammers and went on a bunt for a place to make a cave. We found

it and began to dig. It was under

a bush right down against the

ground. We dug till we had a

big place made. It was a cave

that we could live in, not a little

one.

Tom made the steps and Bill dug and carried dirt. The. steps were two feet and a half long and a foot and a half wide. Tom said that

they ought to make the cave thirty feet deep at the least so they kept at the work till the thing was all out and then Bill said it was time to go level. They kept at work for a week, dur?Hg that time they worked hard. Bill looked at the traps and Tom worked in the cave. One day they struck rock. It was soft rock and it went faster than dirt. When we left the steps they curved 1o the right and kept on till they had gone ten feet when they went straight, then to the left again. One morning when it was time for Bill to come back the candles

were all lighted so Tom could see well. The place where they were working was at least three hundred feet from the steps and around to the first cave, then you had to go straight for about 30 feet, then another turn to the left, straight over, then to the right and straight for a hundred feet or more. Then another little bend just a curve enough to shut off the light. This is how they had made the cave. While Tom was cutting away at the wall his mind on the way they would curve next, his chisel went through the stone and nearly fell away into the nowhere. He got it back and stood looking at the black hole in the walL "Well 111 he bornswaggled," he muttered "whood a thought that wall would fall to pieces that way." He went on cutting stone till Bill came and he took a candle and looked in and said, "It's a hollow place, so I guess we can go and make our nest there. It was a dry river and at the end was a hole that they went in to made a big foom for sitting in and then for bedroom. They brought the girl and they had an oil store1 and she cooked the meals and they did the trapping. They made e lot of money and lived happy ever after. THE END Herrhel Gregg, Age 13, Butler Township School, No. 7.

Why Is a Jailer like a musicfaitf He fingers the keys.

The Cat Who Loved A Bunny A way off In the land of sage brush and sunshine, Nevada, there flourished a three-sided friendship once between a little Brooklyn girl, a white kitten and a white rabbit. The little girl had left her stately built-up city and gone out to the little town, where Indians stalked about in war-paint, and there was sometimes an earthquake or two. "I want a kitten," said the little girl, soon after she and her mother were settled in one of the little onestory cottages that were all there were in the town almost, two-story cottages being very rare. So next day someone who had heard the child wish for a kitten brought a beautiful white one to her home. It was promptly named "Mischief" and settled down to enjoy life in the cottage. The bunny, who formed one corner of the three-cornered friendship between the child, the cat and the rabbit, lived at the corner saloonn Main street, which ran parallel to the street where the child lived. One evening, when the street door of the little cottage was opened to let someone in, bunny hopped gravely after them. "Scat!" sputtered the cat angrily spitting at poor tunny vigorously. But bunny behaved so decorously, remaining quietly In a corner, that by-and-by the kitten went up to him gingerly, sniffed him all over, and then began to wash him from head to foot She did it very thoroughly, too, turning nis pink ears inside out and sponging them, also. Then she lay down beside him, and they ' both went to sleep together. After that it became a settled thing for bunny to come in and sleep in the cottage. He came in through the day, too, and he ate and the cat ate from the Bame plate. Sometimes quite late at night, when visitors would be going home after calling at the cottage, bunny would hop

gravely in, when the door was opened. He could not "miauw" like pussy and let us know he was there, so he had to wait till someone went out and left the door open. The cutest thing about the whole business was the way bunny and pussy would go out with the child and the mother when they "took a turn" around the square to see the moonlight. For It was very wonderful to the Brooklynites. It was not like Brooklyn moonlight. The little Nevada town was 6,000 feet high, in altitude, and the moonlight was so bright you could read by it. Pussy would follow the mother and child, and bunny would hop gravely after. When company was present on these strolls, and they were extended, the cat and rabbit went as far from home as the rest did. But, alas, all pleasant things come to an end. The child and the mother had to go to San Francisco, after consigning the cat to Wends. The bunny had his home in the saloon to go to. On returning to town, four months after, both the little pets had disappeared. Brooklyn Eagle Junior

WHO SHALL FREE HERT - Losantsville, Ind. Dear Sirs: I am a little boy nine years oldI thought I would send a riddle. Thisis it: "As I went out and in again, Out of the dead the living came; Five there were, and six to be, The seventh shall set this Virgin free." Russel Stanley.

Through the navy department the United States has agreed to purchase its first rigid airship from Kn eland for a sum of two and one-

half million dollarB, which sum includes the training of the airship's

pilots by English pilots. The ship the R-38 is the same style as the R-34 which made the trans-At-, lantic flight a few months ago, but

it will be larger and capable 01 greater speed than the English ship.

WE HOPE NOTI In the winter is the time to go, We shall slide across the snow, Around the corner the wind doth

blow,

I hope I do not freeze my toe. . -Hugh Dorsey, grade 5A, Joseph' Moore schooL