Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 45, Number 148, 1 May 1920 — Page 17

TITE RICHMOND PALLADIUM. SATURDAY VAY 1, 1920

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THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM The Junior Palladium is tho children's section of the Richmond Palladium, founded May G, 1916, and issued each Saturday afternoon. All boys and girls arc invited to be reporters and contributors. News Items, social events, "want" advertisements, stories, local jokes and original poems are acceptable and will be published. Articles should be written plainly and on on'. side of the paper, with tho author's name ind ago tjgned. Aunt Polly is always triad to meet the children pertonally as they bring their articles to The Palladium office, or to receive letters addresspd to tho Junior Ed tor. This is your little newspaper and we hope each bey and girl will uso it thoroughly.

AUNT POLLY'S LETTER,

Good evening, Junior Friends: These days when all the big bill boards are covered with brightlycolored posters picturing crouching lions with wide open mouths, showing long, inviting teeth, and women in pink, tinselly dresses by the side of beautiful horses, I become a victim of thai widespread disease, the Circus Fever. Thinking of circuses reminds me of tho "big shows" we used to have in our back yard. Isn't it fun to play show? In the first place, you take two pins out of your mother's pincushion or four if you are a boy and "have a girl" and go to the stand where .they sell tickets. With us, this was usually a big box behind which sat the ticket seller on an old kitchen chair, looking very important., and there we bought our tickets. Generally these were of yellow paper, but sometimes we had deep pink ones. Then the bhow followed, and that was the fun, walking on barrels, turning them at the same time, animal chasing in the big apple tree, tight rope walking (usually the "rope" was a board of rather generous size) jigs, war paint and Indian yells, especially yells, for it seemed to be one of the important ideas of the show, to see who of both the audience and the performers could make the most noise. And the costumes! Well, they seemed very wonderful and were made from every old "dud" which we could collect from our own homes and from those of kindly interested neighbors. Most everyone wanted to be clowns in those shows and there was always a fuss before that most important person of the show was decided upon. We took turns about playing clown. After the clowns were decided upon, the ring leader was chosen. Sometimes popcorn was sold, too, and it sold for real pennies. Pins would not do for that. After much yelling and announc Pencil Twister Can You Change Thi; Hen. into grandma. ? i vJAN YOU OinNoE THIS BASKET OF r RUIT INTO A KG E IN A VASE: Answer will appear next week. Answer to last week's Pencil Twister. The earliest flag in the world was borne by the Jewish tribes some 3400 years ago, about 1491 Ii. C, according to the records.

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ing and bumps and stunts and uproarious laughter and bruises, the show would end and then the "managers" would gather at tho ticket box and count how many pins they had made. What happened to those pins I do not know, but I am quite sure they never returned to the pincushion on the dresser in the guest room. Riley, the merry-hearted, knew what fun it was to play show and this is what he says about it:

Wasn't it a good time, Long Time Ago When we all were little tads And first played "show" ! Me and Bub and Rusty, Eck and Dunk and Sid, 'Tumblin' on tho sawdust Like the A-rabs did; Jarnesy on the slack rope In a wild retreat, Grappling back to start again When he chalked his feet! Wasn't Eck a wonder, In his stocking tights? Wasn't Dunk, his leaping lionChief of all delights? Yes, and wasn't "Little Mack" Doss of all the show, Both old Clown and Candy Butcher Long Time Ago. Sid the Bareback Rider; And-oh-me-oh-my! Bub, the spruce Ring-Mjtstf r, Stepping round so spry! In his little waist and trousers All made in one, Was there a prouder youngster Under the sun!" Oh, I think it is just h?aps of fun to give "shows!" Don't you? Whenever any of you Juniors plan to give a show, let me know about it, for I promise right now that 1 will buy two tickets and be there in the big tent, watching the whole show with all the eyes I have in my head, and cheering with all my might. Aunt Polly. The New Girl at School "Look, coming up the walk," said Blanche, interrupting the game of tag her friends were playing before school began. Instantly all eyes were turned toward the long, red brick walk -which led up to the very door of the old schoolhouse, and walking swiftly toward it was the most queerly dressed girl they had ever seen. They watched her until she had passed tho school house, and then, Betty broke the silence by exclaiming: "Blue calico dress, red stockings, and tan shoes! What a contrast!" "And her hair braided as tight as a corkscrew!" giggled Mary. "I wonder who she is?" said Helen. "Here comes Miriam," raid Emmy; "let's tell her about her." So they all began to tell her about it. They all talked at once, each saying something different from the other. "For pity's sake, girls, stop that jabbering," said Miriam; "all I hear is calico, red and tan. What are you talking about?" Then Emmy told about the girl they had seen. "That must be Miss Grumpton's J cousin," said Miriam. "Miss , ; Grumpton told Mrs. LoRny that ,1 j Ikt cousin was coining to live with j I her, and Mrs. LeRoy told mother,; : and mother told me." j " Then it's not her fault she's I dressed that way," said Frances.! i Just then the bell rang for school : to begin and all discussions were j closed for the while. The teacher i introduced the new girl to the pu-j pils and all had to shake hands! with her. A few of the boys! snickered, but the teacher put an j end to it. The new girl's name ! was Aline Bilton. j When the recess b"ll rang. Aline kept her seat but the girls crowded;

around her. Emmy, acting as spokesman, said: "Wo want to bo your friends, Aline." "Oh, girls!" exclaimed Aline, "How lovely you are to mo. I I thought you would make fun of my clothes." "Oh, no," said Emmy, giving her a little hug, "but let's not talk of that. Tell us about yourself." "Yes, do," urged th others. "There's not much to tell," said Aline, "except why I came here. Mother died three years ago and f father died last week. Effie Grumjitou is the only relation I have In the United States; so, of course, I had to come to her. Cousin Effio still cling3 to old fashions, and she told me that she was going to dress me like she was dressed when she was a little girl. So, I had to come to school like this." "And did she braid your hair that way?" asked Frances. "Yes," replied Aline, "My hair is natural curls and Cousin Effie said that my curls would make me vain. She thought if she braided my hair tight, it would take the curl out, but it won't, for I have tried it." "You said that your cousin Effie was the only relation you have in the United States," said Helen. "Do you man by that, that you have relations in another country?" ' I don't know," said Aline. "I did have an uncle in Europe. He went over there before the war began, and was about to come back when United States declared war. Then he couldn't come back. Father and I only received five letters from him since the war began. He he doesn't even know that father is dead. But I don't think uncle is living or we would have heard from him." The girls' hearts were touched with sympathy after hearing Aline's story. Everyone was silent, for they knew not what to say. Fortunately, the bell rang for the close of recess, and all had to take their seats. Time showed that Aline was an apt scholar. She had spelled the room down twice in their spelling matches. She helped Tommie Green (one of the boys who had snickered at her the first clay of her arrival at school) with his arithmetic, and Tommie strutted around, boy fashion, with his hands in his pockets, declaring that Aline Bilton was a tip-top girl and that no one had better

deny it. Time passed, and it was only a week more until school closed for the summer. In this little town, where our story friends live, it was the custom for the children to give an entertainment in the town hall, at the close of the spring term. So, this year. Aline was to be in it, and when she was asked what she could do towards it, she said she could sing. When Aline told Cousin Effie that she was to sing and asked her to come, cousin Effie replied: "Weil, I'll come, but don't think I'm coming to hear you sing. I hear you enough around here, let alone there. I wouldn't go if I wasn't afraid the neighbors would talk." The night of the entertainment came. Aline stayed at Frances' house for supper, because she lived so far from the town hall. After supper. Frances and Aline went upstairs to dress. When Aline unwrapped her bundle she produced a gingham dress made for the occasion by Cousin Effie, and, like all of her other dresses! they were old-fashioned. When Frances saw it, she said angrily; "Did she intend for you to wear that thing?" Aline's eyes filled with tears as she nodded her head. "Well, you shall not." said Frances. "If she thinks I'm going to have my best friend looking like an oia maul instead of a little girl, j she's mistaken." then Frances! ran down stairs and brought back! her mother. Throwing open the' closet door. Fiances said: "Aline, what dress do you like i un- ijfsi; ana in tnis manner Aline selected everything she needed to look nice in. Then Mis. Bellingter unbraided Aline's hair and let it hang over her shouldejs in curls. Soon they were ready to go and they slipped into the back room of the hall where the child ren were to meet. Programs were! 6"i ,"j- i ue uu'jr anu so no one had to read it to the audience. When Aline appeared she sang in her clear, sweet voice an old love song. When she finished there were

tears in many an eye, for the song was so touching. After a continued applause, sho appeared again and sang. Then again ehe was applauded and 6he eung a third time. This time, out of politeness' sake, they did not call her back. Wonderingly, everyone took up their programs to see who this pretty little girl dressed in white could be, for no one recognized her because, with her hair in curls and no calico dres3 she looked like a different girl. But let us sec what Couein Effie did. She herself did not recognize Aline. When she looked at the program she looked as blank as a sheet of paper. But, nevertheless, Bhe handed the program to two strangers, a man and woman, who had come in late.ind pointing to Aline's name she proudly said: "She's my cousin." Tho man looked at the name and then said to Cousin Effie: "Are you Miss Grumpton?" Cousin Effie nodded her head. "Where is she?" he asked excitedly. Cousin Effie pointed to the back room and the man rushed from his seat to the back room. Aline's singing was the last number on the program and the people had risen to go home when they noticed the man's queer motions. So, when he rushed away from his seat the crowd followed him, wondering what had happened. Soon the teacher came out and told them that if they would take their seats she would tell them what had happened. So the crowd hurriedly took their seats and then the teacher told them the same story that Aline had told her friends only this time the teacher added : "And the strange man is Aline's

! uncle and the woman hi3 wife." Just then, Tommie ran out and yelled, "Three cheers for my tiptop girl, Aline Bilton." And the crowd readily gave the three cheers, and Aline appeared with her uncle bowing and smiling. And you may be glad to know that Aline went to live with her uncle Tom and her new aunt in a little white cottage that her Uncle Tom had bought just a few blocks from Frances' house and no longer doe3 Aline have to wear calico or braid her hair. And so, like all stories, we can say that Aline lived happily ever after. Julia R. Burr, age 14, Richmond High school. Honorable Mention in the Story Writing Contest. AN ORIGINAL POEM New Madison, 0. Dear Aunt Polly: I am very much interested in the Junior Palladium. I like to read the stories and poems that other children have written aud may be they would like to hear mine. I think you are the greatest aunt living. I will now give you one of my own poems. The sun is sinking in the west, The mother bird flics home to her nest, The young ones shelter beneath her breast, The even time is best, For then the weary world finds rest. And God will see that none molest. Treva Wright, age 11. District No. 9 school, Harrison township, Darke county, Ohio. Dear Treva Thank ytm. I give you a most profound bow. I like your little poem. Please write to us again. Tour Editor. MARY JANE AND HER MOTHER Once there was a little girl. Her name was Mary Jane. Her mother told her if she would be a good girl, she could go out flower picking. So Mary Jane was a good girl, a very good girl! She helped her mother sweep, dust, mop, iron, wa.-h dishes and helped her mother sew. So she went flower picking. She got a lot of flowers. She took them to a little girl who was very ill. The little girl thanked Mary Jane. Soon the little girl was well. The two little girls played together a!! the time and were good friends. Madge Buvender, 3rd grade, Greensfork, Ind., school. MOVIES IN 620 SCHOOLS Motion pictures are fast becoming a big feature in the public schools. It is estimated by the Community Motion Picture Bureau of New York, an organization which specializes in this kind of work, that there are now in the United S'ates Gl!U schools using motion pictures in som form. Each week th'.' number is being added to.

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for Boy Mechanics READ THIS AND TELL DAD HOW MOVIE CAMERA WORKS By Grant M, Hyde "Every time I watch a moving' picture, Daddy, I wonder what makes tho pictures move. But everyone whom I ask laughs at mo and "says that I ought to know." "If you were a littlo older, you would know, for when the moving picture was invented a few years ago it was so wonderful that almost everyone knew how it worked. And in the early pictures it was not so hard to seo how it was done because tho pictures flickered eo that they gave the secret away. "A motion picture is a series of thousands of photographs, taken an instant apart and each jUBt a littlo different from tho next, thrown before you one after another, so fast and so perfectly that they melt into one picture and make you think that you are watching one picture in which persiis are moving. Each picture in the camera is about a3 large as a special delivery postage stamp, and hundreds of them are taken, one above the other on a long strip, of celluloid. The strip is called a 'film' that is why movie plays are called 'film plays.' The film that can be rolled on one big camera spool is called a 'reel,' and so we speak of two-reel and live-reel plays because of the amount of film used in showing them. "The moving picture camera is a complicated affair, with two film reels, a crank, and an automatic shutter. As the camera man takes the picture, he turns the crank to wind the film from one reel to the other; and, as he cranks, the film passes in front of a shutter that keeps opening and closing to take a different picture on each inch of film, bo many per second. Then the film is taken to a laboratory to be developed. Another film, or 'positive,' must be printed from it, just as we print kodak pictures. "In the theatre the film is cranked again. The projector, or lantern, has two reels, like the camera, and the cranking, which is now usually done by an electric motor, brings the pictures one after another between a powerful light and a lens. Thus they are magnified to a large size and thrown on a screen in rapid succession. In early moving pictures the change from one picture to the next resulted in a noticeable flicker on the screen, but improved cameras and projectors have practically done away with the flicker and you can no longer count the pictures as they are thrown before you." The Starr Platoon Starr school of Richmond is the first school in the city to have the Platoon System. If the visitor and children like this system better, other schools will follow and have the Platoon System. This system is called Platoon because the chil-' dren go from room to room in platoons. This way you have a different teacher every half an hour. ' It is not tiresome to sit that long, j Starr Platoon has threo special , rooms. They are, literature, penmanship and music and art, rooms. 1 Each half an hour a class, either . third, fourth, fifth or sixth grade, is having physical culture. Herv-' ey Cook, GA. ' MY FRIGHTFUL EXPERIENCE One day my cousin and I were j going to school. On our way we j had to cross a railroad track. We j did not hear any train coming so we started across. When we got , half way across we saw a train coming. My cousin took hold of j my hand. I stumbled and fell. But my cousin helped me up and pulled , me acros;-; the track before the j train got there. Ever since I look . most carefully before I start acros9 a railroad track. Alma Puterbaugh 5 A Starr school.