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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM. SATURDAY, MAY 8, 1920

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Frances Trego Montgomerv

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from Billy Whiskers on the'fcorch' So grabbing Lis g'in, which albelow when M. Wagner stuck, his way stood by the window loaded head-out ot the, upstairs window for use, he railed, out again: and ftald "Who's there?" Billy "Who Id there? Speak, or III stood a BllU as possible to listen shoot!" and see frhai Mr. Wagner would j As the words left his mouth, an do hexL Then Billy walked to the object started on a run from the edge of the porch and heard Mr.! well, and Mr. Wagner fired, not Wagner say again: "Who is there?! stopping to see what it was, but Can't vou answer, or are you deaf ! supposing it to be a man. Just

and dumb?" Still no response, and Billy walked back and gave another lick at the bell, which immediately gave another loud ring. Mr. Wagner drew his head in and Billy heard him say, "I'll come down and break your stupid head for you, wakening people up this time of the night!" When Billy heard this, he thought that it was time to go, so he scooted around the house and went and lay down by his rope Just a3 if he were still tied and had not stirred a peg. Mr. Wagner opened the door, and finding no one there, walked around the house holding a candle over his head to see If some tramp had not rung the bell. He thought that he heard steps on the veranda as he came to the door, but no one was in sight only Billy Whiskers, apparently asleep by the shed. "Hello! Billy old fellow, how are you getting along? Seen anyone around, hre lately?" But -'Billy only blinked and laughed in bis skin to see Mr: Wagner prancing around, with the tallow from the candle dropping on his head. Mr. Wagner went in and was about to get into bed, when he thought he saw in the moonlight a figure come out of the shed and go toward the house. The moon went under a cloud just at that minute and was hid from sight, so he kept still, straining his eyes to see and his cars to hear. He heard the chain rattle on the bucket at the well. "Oh! ho!" he thought, "the tramp thinks that I have cone to "bed, and that he will get a drink, and theu prowl around some more Well, we will see. I will just gat my shot gun and fire a Bhot to .THE STORY OF MY LIFE l am a nuie dandelion, i am the first flower to come up in the spring, wnen tne children go around in the first days of April they find me and are so glad be cause I am the sign of spring. The children are happy and say a poem about me. holding out a plate of gold to the people as they pass, and sing a song about a little gypsy dandelion. I grow on and on through the spring and summer, and pretty soon I turn all gray, and still the children pick me when I am gray and blow all my gray hairs away. They blow three times and if all my hair goes off in three blows they say that their mother wants them. If I am not picked by the children, Mr. Wind comes along and blows my hairs away. They blow Into the garden, yard and every place. And In the winter all the snow covers me up and the rain sinks my seed In, and the sun makes me grow. And when spring comes again and I come up, all the people wonder where I came from. Every part of me Is good, for my root Is used for medicine, my leaves for greens and people put my leaves on the table and eat me as lettuce. My flower Is used for dandelion wine. Marguerite Jeannette Burbanck.

scare him, it he does not answer tnen tne moon saueu iroin unuer the cloud, and there in the moonlight lay poor Billy Whiskers stunned and nearly frightened to death with a flesh wound in his side. When Mr. Wagner saw what he had done, and that it was only the goat, he pulled down the window and went to bed, too mad even to go to see if the goat was dead or noL The next morning Billy was as lively as ever, only a little faint from loss of blood and rather subdued. The children bathed his wound with witch hazel, and after a good breakfast, he was as well as ever, and ready for play or work. Of course Mrs. Wagner said, "I told you so," several times, only varying it with, "Yes, you just wait and see, that goat will get into more trouble than he is worth, just see if ha won't." When she said this, she did not know of the midnight meal off her nice lettuce he had had in the garden. Billy did not get into much mischief during the remainder of the day, except chewing up the dishrags which were hung on the lilac bush to dry, and all the flowers off the oleoander. (Copyrighted by the Saalfield Publishing Co., Akron, 0. The Six Rabbits There was once a little boy who had a dog and some pups. He had three pups and six rabbits and an old rabbit. He would let them out to play every day. The pups would go out and got thing3 for them to eat, and tease the rabbits with it. Every time they ate, the boy and his sister would watch them. When the rabbits got through they would go and hide from the pups. They could not find them. When they found them they would hide. When the boy would hold the pups the rabbits would run around and want him to hold them too. Then he would take them and they would play. When he would put them down they would get in a chair and play until dark and at seven o'clock he would put them to bed. When it was morning he would wash them and give them their breakfast. They would play all day. When they got tired they would go in the house and sleep till supper was ready. Then they would go. to bed. Sometimes it would be six o'clock when they got up. Sometimes they would pretend that they were sick and wouldn't get up. Sometimes the pup3 and the rabbits quarreled and they would pull and bite each other's ears. The rabbits would pull the pups' tails and the pups would bite the rabbits' ears. They would make up after a while because a cloud will not always last. There has to be some sunshine. And in a little while they were all frisking about in the grass having a fine time. Sometimes they would pretend they were mad and would not play together. One day the pups disappeared and the rabbits could not find them anywhere. The rabbits hunted around for a long time. Pretty soon they saw the pups coming. They jumped around and went to meet them. They were glad to see the pups. The pups led them away to a stump and when they got there they saw the stump was filled with good things to eat. They had bread, potatoes, meat bone and clover. They played around the log for a long time. When they went home the boy did not know what to think, when they did not eat anything for supper. He did not know they had had a party. The rabbits and pups dreamed of It that night. The next day they went to the stump and played till dark, then they went home and played on a chair till bedtime. Lawrence Brees. grade 4, Middleboro school, 1 Honorable mention In the Story Writing Contest

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Tom and Jack On . ... Willow Island

Chapter II The animal '. sprang. ioo, and dashed away into the bushes. It was a calf. "Pooh!" said Jack, "I knew it was a ealf or something." "So did 1," said Tom. "but his nose felt awful funny. I dldu't know my loot was outside." After that they lay awake a long timp Thov hoard the loons and Tom thought they said: " 'Fraid of a calf! Moo-oo-oo!" The squirrels awoke them in the morning, dropping acorns on the , tent and scolding noisily. I can not tell you what they said, for squirrels only speak Cherokee; but you could tell they were scolding! by the way they wrinkled their noses. ( "Let's have toast for breakfast, and cofee," said Jack. "All right," said Tom; "but you are to do the work, and I shall make plans and invent things. "Then I'm not going io be Friday," said Jack. i And as they could not agree about this they ate the rest of the cake and some pickles for breakfast and drank some milk that was beginning to sour. Then they took the hatchet and started to explore the island. As they went through a march they saw something moving in the edge of the woods. It was a man crouching behind a log. His face was nearly covered by a shaggy beard. Chapter III The man began to creep towards them and the boys rah tumbling over each other into the mud. "Hold on!" cried the man. "Don't go that way; you'll scare the ducks in the bay." "Why! It's Mr. Anson Smith!" said Tom. And they sat clown on the grass while the man crept on towards the water. When he was gone they went on exploring and found a clear, sandy beach. "There ought to be something here from a shipwreck," said Tom. And just then he discovered something buried in the sand, a little way out in the water. Thev dug away the sand and found it was a small ke painted red, with an iron ring in the top. It was so firmlv hiHiPfi in iha cnn,i ti,.,t tim

had to dig and pull a long time i wrens building a nest in one of the before they got it up, and then they houses. I sat down on a stone could hardly move it. jnar by and watched them. They "I guess it is some of Captain seemed to come from a barn carKidd's money," said Jack. "Let's i rying slraw. I kept still for a roll it into the woods, because Mr. long time. Then they went away Smith might come along and make and were gone for a long time, us give him part of it." I The next day I peeped in the "I must have most." said Tom. ' nest and saw four eggs. The moth

'because I found it." "It's just as much mine as yours," said Jack. "Open it yourself, then," said Tom, walking away, but he came back presently and they split open J tne Keg. "Oh!" cried both boys in astonishment. (To be continued). RUTH E. SMITH. White School. Pencil Twisler Can You Change this ship's A!R SHAH TO A TOYiXW Answer Next Week. Answers to Last Week's

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"Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes" is the costume of native Borneo, where well dressed women wear gowns of rawaiis, or reeds, interwoven with coins. These rattan hoops extend from shoulder to hip, and a fringed petticoat edged with tingling bells reaches to her knees. A high silver comb ornaments her hair, and she is further bejeweled with rings, armlets, necklaces and filigreed earrings mounted on scarlet cloth. Borneo women do not perforin heavy menial labor like their Malaysian sisters, and kapok picking is their chief work. Kapok is a fibrous material much like cotton, which grows in pods on tall trees. The seed is extracted by pushing the cotton through a pair ot rollers, pulling

I away the fibre by hand. The Coming of the Birds One morning I awakened and found that the birds were here. I put my clothes on and went down stairs. The hirrls wprp pvprvwhere in the trees I thought I would like to be a bird myself. I sat down on the front step and thought for a fn..,. mlnnloc T ion I apt .1 limit ! making bird houses and put them in ine trees wnere me most oirus wt-re. Before long I saw two er bird was on tne nest wnen tne father bird came singing up to the nest with some food. Several days after that I was playing when I heard a noise up in a tree. I looked up and saw four baby birds in the nest. The mother bird came up singing happily. The father bird was near by listening. A week later I was out in a woods when I saw a bluejay. I stopped dead still. The bluejay was making a house in a hollow tree. The next day I saw the same bluejay in our garden. The bird had a piece of string. The next day I went to the woods to get some wood. I loaded my wagon and started for home. The bluejay seemed to follow me. I kept my eyes on it. The bird seemed to say "Stay a while! Stay a while!" The bird kept saying it over and over. The next day I was in the garden. II saw a bluejay building in one of the houses. The sparrow began to fight the bluejay. I Beared away the sparrow and helped it. The bluejay at first was afraid of me. I hung strings up for it to get and build his nest. The next week I saw an oriole. She was making a nest in the tip top of a tree. She was hard at work. She would weave In and out and formed a round and deep nest. The oriole 13 a medium sized bird. She builds the nest so that no one can see her. She is very proud of herself. WTien she walks she lifts her legs up like she is very proud. When autumn comes the birds will leave for the south. We will miss the birds when they go and will be glad when they come back. Robert Snow Whiteley, Milton, Ind. " .Honorable mention la the Story Writing Contest.) The world's most crooked river Is the Jordan. It wanders nearly 220 miles in order to coyer sixty miles.

The Earthquake In Lisbon, Portugal On November 1, 1755 was one of the most destructive earthquakes known. At Lisbon, Portugal, it

dawned as usual. At it:,.;, a. m. a distant sound was heard like a j great thunder and following a dawned as usual. Kirai crasu wus nraiu. meir was a two minutes' pause and thousands of shrieking people rushed through the streets. Five minutes later another shock was felt and it was followed by the third. Five minutes later the Portuguese capital became a ruin filled with fifty thousand corpses. Multitudes of sobbing people crowded in large buildings for protection which fell to a ruin. Bnildings, temples, houses, fell to ruins. Soon flames of fire broke out burning thousands of people. Soon another shock was heard, the earth opened up and swallowed thousands of ruins and people whose bodies were never found again. Soon a number of boats were filled with people. Then a gigantic wave swept over the city and the boats and people were never found again. The city, St. Obes was covered with water. Following this, flames of fire broke out. This destroyed all ruins and people left. It burned for three days and nights. For two months later, lighter shocks were fplt. This shock was felt far over Europe and part of Asia and South America. When this happened a ship was sailing near the West Indies and all the people were lifted off the deck over two feet as though they had struck a rock. Three months later the government rebuilt this city and it is now one of the most handsome in Europe. Loren M. Oleason, age 12, Seventhday Adventist school. (Honorable mention in the Story Writing Contest.) Some Limericks There was an old man of Lynn, Who went to the lake and fell in, All dripping with water He called to his daughter, Who rescued this old man of Lynn. Geraldine Harter, Garfield school One day when I went to the store To pay bills on the second floor, They charged me too much, And my complaints were such, That they kicked me right out of the door. Martha RIghter, Garfield School. A tall young lady named Blanche, Sat on the end of a very high branch, When they said, "Won't you fall?" She replied, "Not at all. For I'm two times as high as th branch." Geraldine Harter.

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