Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 45, Number 148, 1 May 1920 — Page 16

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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY, MAY 1, 1929 Want a Bite) They're Very Good oys trances Trego Montgomfrv

"Mr. Wagner lived about two miles from a small town, and he thought it would be nice for his boys to hare a little goat cart, bo they could drive into town for mail and do f rrands. Vithoit saying anything to his family, fee appeared one evening loading a nice, docile-looking, longbearded Billy goat, bitched to a beautiful new red wagon. Of course, the boys were wild with delight, and their mother disgusted, for she predicted that he would be more bother than he was worth, and would cat up ail the things in the garden. They answer

ed her that they would take good care that he never got loose, and that no wrong Would happen, if she would only let them keep the goat. So with many misgivings she gave her consent, and Billy was led to the stable behaving like a lamb. "" The boys christened him wmy Whiskers immediately, on account of his long white beard. "It being a warm night, they tied him near a shed, and giving him some grass and a bucket of water, they went to bed to dream of the fun they were going to have the next day with Billy Whiskers. It was five hours later when Billy awakened from his first long sleep, and feeling refreshed, thought he would take a look around. It was bright moonlight, and as all the lights were out in the house, he knew he would not be disturbed, for when he went to a new place he did not like to be interefered with when he made his first explorations, and he always preferred making them at night, and alone. You will no doubt think that he could not explore much, tied to a short rope, but if you think the rope made any difference you do not know the ways of an educated goat, and Billy had no kindergarten education either, but a regular high school training in that respect. g, He turned, and taking the rope in his mouth as he had done nuny times before, he quietly and peacefully chewed it until it fell apart, and then with a kick of his heels, and a wink at the house, he went toward the garden. From this di' rect.ion the evening breeze was wafting to his nostrils sweet odors of dew-sprinkled lettuce and tender beet tops. He ate up all the lettuce, or at least all the choice heads, and what beets he did not eat, he stepped on. Then he walked across the flower beds and trampled down all the A PUPPY LEARNS HIS LESSON Across the stream was a little puppy. He barked at us eagerly and wagged his stubby tail anxiously. Evidently he wished to cross, but as it was rather cold he would not swim. Suddenly my sister darted down our side of the stream calling, "Puppy! Hero puppy!" We wondered what ehe was trying to do. Suddenly she stopped at the end of the bridge. Then we rushed after her, all calling, "Here puppy! Here puppy!" Then the puppy seemed to understand. Like a flash he rushed up his side of the stream and across the bridge nearly upsetting us in his hurry. Yv'e all laughed because he looked so funny as he stood there, wagging his tail. He followed us nearly all the rest of our hike and we had great fun playing with hira. Martha Righter, Garfield school.

flowers, in a short cut to the pump, for he was getting thirsty. On hl3 way to the pump he thought he saw a man coming down the road, so he hurried along and went up on the veranda of the house to stand in the thadow until the man went by, for he knew that men often interfere with a goat's pleasure, even if it is only a moonlight stroll.

The man having passed, he walked around the veranda trying every now and then to look in at the window to see what kind of a house his new master had. At last he came to the front door and he could not help trying to taste the bell knob, it looked so much like a knob of salt in the moonlight. To be sure he knew that it was not salt, but it did look so good to cat, and he had often eaten things before that were not down on the diet list of a goat, so he took another chew but, horrors! what was that! There was a terrible ringing and clanging in the house it sounded like a fire bell; and the next minute Mr. Wagner stuck his head out of the window and wanted to know who was there. (Copyrighted by the Saalfield Publishing Co., Akron, O.) The All Round Girl Red Cheeks and Pep SPRING RELAYS Mollie Price Cook Group work in athletics is always better than individual work, not only because of the healthy spirit of competition, but also becau.se it is more fun, and, where thpre in fun fhpro is mental enercv as well as physical. That's the value of relay races. These are .simple to organize. Have a starting line, and a finishing line or goal 50 yards away. Toe on the line to start. One girl acts as starter, giv ing signals and keeping score. For a single relay race, divide into two lines of an equal number and stand in file behind the start ing line. At a signal, the first of each file runs to the goal, touches it and returns. On crossing the line and turning, she touches the outstretched hand of the next player, who has moved to the starting line. The team wins which has its last runner the first to return to the starting line. This may be varied in many ways. In a jumping relay race, each contestant is allowed twelve jumps with both feet together. As the feet touch ground at the end of the twelfth jump, the second member of the relay begins to jump, the second member of the relay begins to jump and so on. The same can be done with hops, and the number cf jumps or hops arranged to suit the space of the playground. A good variation is that of the Ball Relay. In this, the leader of the line, at a signal, passes a ball overhead and back to the player behind her. When the last girl gets it, she runs to the head of tho

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line, when every girl steps back i We were unable to publish all one pace. The team wins which ,nc stories this week which were first has the original leader back in : Sf,nt int the Junior office, either place. This exercises the arm and ; because they were duplicates of demands agility in handling ai the , some grownup person's story or dropping of the; ball is penalized by were just like stories already pubthe necessity of passing it forward lished in th? Junior. The names of

to the end of the line to begin its backward course again. On rainy days, relays can be done indoors, the Ball Relay being very good for this. Bean bag can be used in place of ball. School room seat relays and blackboard relays .give a lot of fun. Rules can ; be made to suit eac h game.

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They're just a group of tots photographed at lunch time at the Salvation Army home at Lylton, Cal , where sunshine, lots of play doughnuts 'n everything have put the big smiles on their faces.

A Letter About Tootsie A Dog Dear Aunt Polly: I have the cutest little doggie you ever saw. I call him Tootsie. He is a nice little doggie and I like him. I take him to bed with me every night. I am going to write a good story about him. One day I went to bed and I thought I saw an awful ghost as I entered my room. It was crouching down in the corner with fiery green eyes and honestly I let out an awful scream and ran down stairs as fast as I would to mamma. She went into my room cause she wasn't afraid. She found my dear Tootsie crouching down in the corner chewing one of my best dolls I ever had. It made me just cry. Don't you think it was awful for Tootsie to chew up my sweet dollie. Her name was Mary Johnson. I loved her so well. I just had to spank dear Tootsie. Wouldn't you have done the same? Please write me a letter saying what you think about. Dudley J. Woodman, age 11 years, College Avenue. P. S.: I haven't any sister but Tootsie is just as good and I love her just as well. Dear Dudley: How glad I was to receive your letter. I like clogs, koo. One place where I visited once they had the cutest puppy. Every morning of my visit the people in the house would open the hall door which led through a small hall and into my bedroom. Bev (that was the dog's name) would run as fast as she could and give a flying leap onto my bed. That was my alarm clock and it certainly did wake me up, because Bev wanted a good romp and would not think of letting anyone sleep after she was up, if she could help it. She chewed one of my gloves once till it looked like a coffee strainer instead of a glove, it was so full of holes. Bev got a spanking that morning too, after which she went around hanging her head and looking like her feelings had been hurt very much. She did not stop chewing things, though. She chewed everything she could get a hold of. Best of all she liked a shoe. I missed Bev very much after my visit was over. Have you ever read, "Under the Lilacs?" Sancho, the dog in that story is one of the most intelligent and loveable dogs I ever read about. You ask me what I think about. Well, let me count up the things I think about boys and girls, fairies, goblins, spring flowers, airplanes, big oceans of water full of water fairies, funny jokes, brownies and peanuts. Perhaps there are other things I think about sometimes but this is all I can think about right now. Do write to me again. I like letters very much, and dogs, too. I would like very much to see Tootsie some day. Aunt Polly. Our "Tkank You" List the boys and girls whose stories we were unable to publish are: Margery Stanley, 415 grade, Finley school; Mary Guerin, Harold Suits, 5B Finley; Betty Jane Holt, age 11; Pansy Wilson, 5B Finley; Heleen Kenney, 4B Baxter; Mary Showers, 4B Baxter; Frances Mai han, 4A Baxter; Anuetta Louise

Grose, 4A Baxter; Ethel May Cox, CAaile; Mildred Woods, Finley; Josephine Thorn, 5B, Starr; Beverly Harter, 6 A Starr; Louise Weaver, 4A Warner; Eleanor Martin, 4A Starr; Herschel Gregg, Butler township; Mildred Beck, Monroe school, Eldorado, O.; Harold Cunningham, Gratis, O.; Myron Winder, 4 A Starr; Dorothy Johnson, White school. Woodcraft for Outdoor Boys and Girls YOUR WOODS CODE Francis Rolt-Wheeler When a bunch of fellows starts out into the woods, they ought to know trail signs. There are a number of these, and no boy can use a better manual than Dan Beard's book, recently noted in these columns. But everybody can't know all the signs, nor are all of them necessary. So the gang ought to get to gether, pick out twenty or thirty of the most important signs and learn these thoroughly. Then, if the last chap in camp has to go away for some reason, he can leave a messSTOP! NO FOOD TURN To LEFT OVER SAFE CAMP age stating why. Or, on the trail, signs may be made for the fellows following. There are half a dozen different groups of marks. There are the stick signs. A stick stuck diagonally in the ground is a trail pointer, the free end showing the way. If an upright is near the free end of the stick, it tells that camp is near, With stones, a small stnnp nn ton of a larger one shows the trail; if J with a third stone to right or left, it shows a turning. With a grass sign, a bunch tied shows the trail, I the tipd nart bent to rifrht r wt ! shows change of direction. A fellow should always remember that three of anything stands for danger, three tied tufts of grass, three blaze marks on a tree, three smokes, three shots or a tripod. If a piece of bark hangs from the tripod it Is a sign of sickness; if a piece of branch, with a ring of bark entirely removed. Is hanging, it signifies starvation. Another sign for hunger, in chalk, is a man with a black dash across the stomach. An arrow shows direction, with a circle it means stop, with an oblong attached, it means that a letter has been cached three paces away. Signs for rivers, woods, bridges, camps and the like are very useful. Use the recognized signs, and such trail talk becomes a valuable piece of woods knowledge. The King of Spain has offered the palace of the Trado to house ,500 Viennese children.

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An Evening With Julius Caesar During the Thanksgiving vacation, Father, Mother and I were in Indianapolis visiting my aunt and uncle. We bad a fine time and every hour there was something new and interesting to do. Robert Mantell was at the English Theater all that week in Shakespeare's plays. At every performance a different play was given. On Friday evening there was to be the play of Julius Caesar. We were reading and acting out. this play in our English class at school, so Mother thought it would be educational for me to go. We were down town shopping all day and went to another aunt's for dinner and then to the theater. Robert Mantell is about seventy years old but is a good actor yet. lie is lame in one leg but he walks so slowly that it is scarcely noticed. The first scene was that of a public park. The people were dressed in Old Roman costumes. In the second act there were two scenes. The first was in Brutus' house and orchard. His wife, Portia, and son, Licius, appear. His wife was dressed in white and looked Ike a cloud. Her hair and skin were dark. The second scene was in Caesar's palace. Caesar was seen sitting on a throne dressed in bright red. His wife Calphurnia, was dressed in yellow satin with a loose yellow over-drape. Brutus comes in to beg Caesar to go to the capitol that morning. Caesar consents, contrary to his wife's wishes. The third act is in the capitol. A crowd of men are waiting for Caesar. Brutus gets up to take a notice of some kind to Caesar; they are surrounded by the crowd and Caesar is stabbed by Brutus. Act four is the Forum. In the middle back of the stage is seen a large platform, on one side of which is a large crowd of people, and on the other four guards carrying Caesar's body. Heading this procession is Marc Antony, who goes onto the platform and turning to the mob. makes his speech which begins, "Friends, Romans, country-men, lend me your ears." This was the strongest point in the play. Act five was laid in the tent of Brutus in the camp of Sardis. This was the most beautiful scene. The men and soldiers were talking about the battle that was going to take I)lace the noxt morning. The lights wtre '"'"f" "w aim i.icius sang I-rut,1 l slpeP. but be is wakened by thp ShoFt of t'aosar telling him that he will see Caesar before the next day is over. Act six is on the plain of Philippi. The two armies are seen getting their troops together, one at a distance and one nearby. The troops advance and as the enemy drawa closer and closer Brutus is afraid he will be captured and taken back a prisoner so he kills himself. When they come and find Brutus dead Ticius falls across his body and dies also. The curtain falls and this is the end of a very enjoyable evening. Elizabeth Price, Age 14. Freshman High School. Honorable mention in the story contest. THE FLOWERS RETURN After winter then comes spring. When the birds begin to sing. When the flowers lift up their sunny heads From underneath their snowy beds. Josephine Harris, 4H, Baxter school.