Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 45, Number 105, 13 March 1920 — Page 14

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PAGE FOUR THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY, MARCH 13, 1920

Query Corner

The editor wCl try to answer question 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 he printed In the same week In which you send It id Rear Aunt Polly: Who wrote the book that tells about somebody going to many dif ferent countries and seeing real little and real big people? Mildred N. Dear Mildred: Although many fairy stories tell us of the wonderful deeds and mis chievous "pranks of giants and brownies, and goblens and fairies, I believe from what you write, that you are thinking of the book called "GulllTer'B Travels." The author travels to Lilliput where It took 300 of the tiny tailors to make him a suit of clothes, and to Brobdingnag where one of the inhabitants was such a giant that he had to wrap up tbe'author in his pocket handkerchief to keep him from get ting los.t and to many other places, The real author, though, is Jon athan Swift who just imagined himself as Mr. Lemuel Gulliver," a captain of several ships" and so wrote these stories and pretended Gulliver wrote them. Aunt Polly. Dear Aunt Polly: How many different ' kinds of writing are there? M. J. B. Dear M. J. B.: There are two big divisions of writings, the kind that pictures Things and that kind that pictures Sounds. The wilting that was made up of pictures of things was the kind they used to write in Egypt on stone and in many other countries this was the first kind that was used. The kind that pictures sounds is the kind we use. There are all sorts in between these two big classes, though, as the Chinese which has a sort of picture for each word. Looking at it in a different way, we may say there are three kindsslanting forward, slanting backward and straight up and down. But It seems to me there are really Just two kinds bad and good. I am afraid I belong to the last class. In which class are you? Aunt Polly. The Little Shoe Once there was a negro family living down in the south who had a boy named George. He was a good boy and was willing to work at all times. There was also a white family living almost 25 miles from there. The people were rich and had slaves to do their work. The slaves didn't like to work and so they left, leaving no one to work for the man. Then the man was in great anger. So one day he and his wife got In their auto and started hunting for them but they couldn't find them. As they were going past George's house they saw that his folks were gone and he was out in the yard playing. So they stopped and took him along. He cried because he did not want to leave his parents but they wrapped something around his mouth so the people wouldn't hear him crying. They took him to their- house and set hhn to work. He felt pretty bad over it but had to do what his master said or he would beat the life out of him. The little boy felt go bed that one night he made up his mind that he would- get away from that house because it was the meanest place in the country.' So he got up in the night and escaped through the window. He traveled 48 hours before he got home. When he got home his folks came up the road to meet him. When they got to him they kneeled down before him and said "God bless our son", and they all went home. The next day the man went to the head of the state and told him of what they had done to their son. . The man got up a bunch of troop3 and made a raid on the people in the house and took them as 6laves afterwards. HARRY BUSSARD, Age 12. Grade 6, Arcanum, Ohio. THIS SOUNDS INTERESTING Boys of the Grace Methodist church planning to organize a Scout Troop met at the church Wednesday evening. They hope to have at least one active troop there In the near future.

Hope Valentine PART IJ One day a man rang the door bell. When he came in he took the keys from tho butler without letting him know it. He put them in his pocket and asked for Mr. Morgan. He was ushered into the poolroom. He said: "Let us steal some bonds from the bank." Mr. Morgan did not agree, so the man left One day Marjory's father was up on the second floor with her. Mary was down on the first floor. There was a mirror in the hall where one could see any one on the porch. She suddenly looked into it. There on the porch was the man who had tried to make Mr. Morgan steal the bonds. He was unlocking the door with the keys he had taken from the butler. She was so frightened she screamed for help. Mr. Morgan heard her. He leaned over the banister and saw the man and the police. He told Marjory to go into the above room. He pulled out a ladder and when she had reached the top he put the ladder back. The police came upstairs and put' hand-cuffs on Mr. Morgan. They accused him of stealing bonds from the bank. He did not deny it, but he didn't do it He knew who did it too. They heard a noise up in the above room. One policeman went up the ladder. Marjory ran and hid under a screen which was lying on the floor and the police didn'e see her. They put hand-cuffs on Mary and took them away. One policeman was to stay and watch for the person upstairs. He went into the poolroom. Mar jory looked to see that everyone was gone. Then she came down and went to her room. She put on her hat and coat and furs and then went out doors. She thought "If my papa isn't at home there isn't anything to live for." She went down the street and seeing a very pretty building en

tered it She went up several flights of stairs. She was about to enter a room, when a man came running after her and pulled her away. He said. There is a Valentine party on the second floor; that is where you belong." He took her down one floght of stairs and into a room where some children were at the party. Each child was given a half heart and then they were supposed to match them. Her partner was boy. Partners were supposed to sit together at the table. Each person wore a paper cap. After the lunch was over they played all sorts of games. After the party all the children but Marjory went home. The man and woman who had given the party asked her where she lived. She told them she had no home. They asked her what her name was. She said, "My name is Hope Valentine". They asked: "Will you come and live with us?" She said she would. One day a yacht was tossed upon the shore of a . large lake near Hope's home. The yacht had been sunk. Among the people thrown overboard was a boy whom Hope recognized. He was taken to her home and cared for. When he came to he didn't know her. He was the boy who was her partner at the party. One day they were arranging flowers in the vases in the church. She took out her part of the heart. He recognized her then. He told her to wait and he would get his part. He soon returned and the halves matched. One day after the choir was out she still remained in the choir box. Roland was the name of the boy staying at her house. (To be continued next week) THANK YOU FOR MY PRIZE 410 N. 9th St., Richmond, Ind., March 2, 1920: Dear Aunt Polly: I drew a pound box of candy, a glass bonbon dish and box of marshniallows in the essay contest. I want to thank whoever gave them, but do nt know who they are. Would you please tell them for me, in the Junior Palladium I said many thanks for my prizes? Marcla Weissgerber, Warn er school. Dear Marcia: Merchants of this city who are Interested In the military program of the United States and in boys and girls, gave these prizes. We are happy to publish your letter of appreciation. Aunt Polly. Jack Baker's Christmas present from his father, the Secretary of War, was a complete overseas outfit, a regulation army rifle, gas mask, helmet, etc.

AUNT POLLY'S LETTER.

Dear Junior Folks : Aren't these blustery old windy days splendid ? I like wind in all its moods, from its tiniest whispering breeze to its most riotous storm song, it is so powerful, so full of music real Nature music and so playful. Don't you think so? How busy the wind has been this last week! But there's no fooling when Mrs. March is around. A busy housewife and a vigorous one is she, and so she must be for she has a great deal of cleaning to do in many different parts of the world before she may announce to the beautiful princess, Spring, that her house is all ready for her to enter. I wonder what you folks think of when you think of spring. Some people think of little brooks that were still and frozen all winter and that begin to run and chatter in this season. This must have been what Tennyson thought of when he wrote "The Brook". Others think of the coming of the first spring flowers and when I think of those I always think of Mr. Wordsworth as I imagine he looked when he was watching the yellow, yellow daffodils "fluttering and dancing in the breeze" by the shore of Ullsf ord Water near his attractive little home in Grasmere, England. Take down Wordsworth's poems some day and read "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" and close your eyes and imagine the gay frolic of the daffodils that day, which was probably a March day. And when Mendelssohn thought of spring he seemed to think of budding trees and yellow throated warblers and blue birds and racing clouds, brand new spring beauties, bright sunshine and blue, blue clouds. All these things he tells us about in music, in his "Spring Song". Oh, people think of all different kinds of things "when the green gits back in the trees again", as Riley says ! And we all have heard what a young man's fancy turns to in the Spring because Tennyson has told us: In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love". : But you Juniors, I imagine, think most of all of marbles and jumping ropes and bicycles and baseball diamonds and hikes, when spring comes, don't you? That reminds me, I tried playing marbles last week for the first time this year and shot two "pedads" out of the circle in succession. Don't you think that was rather good for the first time this year? Of course there were a lot I missed shooting but I do not think of those. I also found I could jump the rope forward as usual, but my skill in jumping it backward has grown rusty. But when I get on a nice smooth deserted road where grownups won't stare in wonder at a frivolous old auntie, jumping the rope furiously down the street, I mean to practice up. How .have your first tries been in these lines? Anyway isn't it splendid that Spring always comes tripping back to us once a year? Joyfully yours, AUNT POLLY

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The Emerald Qaest One day wo were traveling through a Jungle provided with about a dozen negroes who cut a path for us. The negroes also killed the huge snakes which were constantly attacking us. We went on this way about two days. Then we got out of the jungle. Tho negroes talked about a wonderful emerald wo wondered what they meant they said that about 15 miles from there was a big statue made up in the air and in one hand it held a wonderful emerald. We asked the negroes if any of them would take us where that emerald was one said he would take us there so we started there the next day. The first day we traveled it was slow going because we had a marshy place to go through. The first night the negro was guard he told us the next morning that he saw many superstitious things but we told him there was nothing to it. The next night about twelve o'clock a huge bat swept over as scaring us very much hut we paid little attention to it. The next morningwe couldn't find our negro. We called and hunted, but we couldn't find him. Then we thought that the leader of our troop we had left had found out what we had gone after and took our guide to make hiin tell that leader where that emerald was. We next found some tracks which we followed. Now and then we would see a lot of tracks we thought were where those other two had been fighting. We followed still on and after a while the tracks turned and we found ourselves standing beside a great wall, we went down a little piece and found a doorway and went in. Just as we got in we saw the leader of our troop forcing the. negro to get that emerald just a3we thought had happened. We aimed our rifles and shot the man that was forcing the other man to get the emerald. Then we walked up and thought we would take the emerald but to our surprise it was fast by copper wires. We took our knives and cut loose the emerald and took it and left for our troop. Kenneth Rinehart, age 13, grade 8, Butler township, Dist. No. 7.

Picking Berries When I was about six years old my mother sent me and my brother Albert, to pli berries. We had a large woods which covered - twenty acres. Albert being ten years old and me six. We were not very much afraid. There were many Indians around 7 and talking loud when all at once we heard an Indian whoop. It was about a yard rrom Albert, and I screamed. Albert said, "be still." so I had to be still. The Indians made a circle around us. Then one said, "Start," and I started. Because I thought they meant me. Albert and I both were taken. I cried so the Indians said, "If you don't be still we will kill you. Then I hushed up right away. When we did not come home my father came to look for us. They looked and looked for us but they could not find us. Till finally one man saw the Indians. The Indians were afraid of the white men so they let us go. Papa took us home and Albert told them all about it. We never went berry picking any more. Rachel Drake, 6th grade, Econ omy Public School. CASTLES AND ARCHES DRAWN IN FINLEY The Greenwood and knights and bows and arows and turretei castles on a sandy hill make the visitors to the 3A 4B grade at Finley think right away of the brave and gallant Robin Hood and that is what the boys and girls in this room are studying. A way of going "over the top" with the multiplication tables has been thought of by the boys and girls, in this room and Miss Dille, and it is much more interesting than, sitting at one's desk and saygin "4x416, 4x520," etc in the old way. An active Junior Red Cross committee is also in this room. Health talks are arranged once a week. Zelia Edith Wiest is president and Rob Ver Trees is secretary. The 3A-4B room collected $3.61 as their part of the fund for the French ornhan whom Jhf hnva anA I girls of Finley help to support.