Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 45, Number 179, 5 June 1920 — Page 12

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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY, JUNE 5, ly.'O

U U A y Frances Trego Montgomery

After Billy had left Mr. Biggs, he i trotted elowly down the road won-1 dering where he would get his next! meal, for he well knew he would I never dare eo back to Mr. Biggs after upsetting him in the geranium bed and causing all the mischief he had there that day. But, being a goat of a cheerful frame of mind, and used to looking out for himself, he did not worry much, and decided he would enter the first garden he came to, and make a free lunch off the vegetables, or go into a turnip patch and feast on them, for if there was anything he doted on, it was nice, sweet turnips, fresh from the fields. He had gone some distance and no patch or garden appearing that was not enclosed by a high, barbedwire fence, he commenced to get discouraged. Feeling hungry and thirsty, he was about wishing he had behaved himself at Mr. Biggs' so he could go back, when he came to a turn In the road and there before hijn stood a large picture of a white polar bear sitting on a cake of ice, drinking a foaming glass of 3oda water, while in a circle round him sat little bears, each with a glass of something cool to drink. "This is Just the place I have been looking for," thought Billy, "where thirsty animals can get a drink." So In he walked, much to the fright of a party of picnickers, who were sitting around a little table drinking soda-water and lemonade, and eating ice cream. The man at the soda fountain on seeing Billy was so surprized that he forgot to turn off the fizz he was putting into a glass of soda he was mixing, and it foamed up and ran up his sleeve and all over everything. This caused the young people to laugh, which made the young man behind the counter mad. He picked up a bottle of ginger-ale and pretended to throw it at Billy, but alas, for his intentions! He raised it too high; it hit a large bottle of -.yrup that stood on a shelf behind liim. breaking both bottles at the same time, and instead of hurting Billy, he got a sticky bath of syrup md a shower of ginger in his own 3es. This was adding insult to 'njury, he thought, and his last mishap turned the laugher of the crowd into a scream of merriment rhich did not lessen his anger in the( least. He grabbed a broom that stood near by and jumping over the counter went for Billy, who all this time had been standing still, doing nothing but standing still and waiting for him to give him a drink of some kind. When Billy saw the man jump What We Learned About Fruits In the 5B cooking class at Starr .School we have been studying ibout fruits. We learned that .here are many fruits which have! icid in them. Some of which are! emons, oranges, cranberries, ap-,' les and pineapples. You should alvays wash fruit before it is eaten. The reason for this is that when ou buy the fruit in the store many )eople have handled it and it is ery dirty. Never eat the skin of iny fruit unless it is clear and .lean. When you peel fruit that lias acid In it the knife turns orown. This is caused by ttte acid n the fruit. We eat fruit mostly i'or the flavor. But there is water, mineral matter flavor in fruits, and in some fruits acid. The mineral matter is very good for us. Apples ire very good for you. When you jat apples raw be sure and chew he peeling well. The more fruit ve eat the less castor oil we will iave to take, and that is a fine thing for us to know. Maxine Leech, Starr School.

over the counter with the broom, he knew he was after him, but at the same time he made up his mind that he would not leave until he had had a drink of something man or no man. So when the man made a !unge at him with the broom, Billy made a quick rush at the man and planted his head in the middle of the fellow's stomach, sending him sprawling on the floor where he landed in the midst of a shower of toothbrushes he had upset as he flew by the show-cases. A Story Of Six Strange Men Once, a long time ago, when there were tramps, a lady, Mrs, Clark, saw six men in a shed not over a half mile from her house, talking very earnestly. She watched them for a good while, but she had work to do, so she went into the house. One man had long red hair, which was a wig. Mrs. Clark told Mr. Clark that evening, but he thought nothing about it. The next morning about 5 o'clock, a man came to Clark's and said, "The bank has ""been robbed have you seen any men around here?" Mrs. Clark then told her story of the six men. Some men started out to find them. They hunted for many months but failed in finding them. They put an ad in the paper like this: $1,000 REWARD FOR GETTING THE ROBBERS ALIVE One day after they gave up and had come home, six men were seen walking up the road. Mrs .Clark saw them and thought perhaps they were the robbers. They looked different, but she thought perhaps they had taken off their wigs and changed clothes. Mr. Clark, her husband, was gone, so she went out and asked them if they were not hungry and tired. They said that they were. So she told them to come in and Ihev could rest while eating They went in. Mrs. Clark went to the kitchen to fix their lunch. Then she called them. She had a lunch fit for a queen. While they were eating she went into the room and called fori some men to come to her house. She told them that she thought she had caught the robbers. While she was talking on the telephone the six men were talking, too. This is what they said: "My, what a nice lunch!" Another said: "My, what a nice lady!" Another said, "The shed where we hid is close by, but I don't suppose she saw us there." After Mrs. Clark got through talking she went into the kitchen. One of the men said: "We were just talking about what a nice lunch you fixed." Mrs. Clark smiled, and said, "I am glad that you like it." In a little while the men were through, but the men whom Mrs. Clark had called had not yet come. She then asked the men if they didn't want to come in the room and rest. Of course, they said. "Yes." They went in the room and sat down. Mrs. Clark talked to them. . Pretty soon a sep was heard on the porch and the door opened. In stepped four men, one being a policeman. He arrested all six of the men and they took them off to jail. The following day there was a rial n rwJ iha nmn wot-a f n m tV I mv Thm, ' on.onr.0,, , 99 years or a life time. Mrs. Clark and her husband got the reward which was $1,000. They never had any trouble after that time with robbers. Wanda Fulkerson, age 12 years, New Madison, Ohio IS KITE FLYING DECLINING? The Indianapolis Star reported that the boys of today are not flying kites as much as boys used to, and especially the tailed kites. The writer of the report thought that it was not nearly as much fun to fly a tailless kite as the tailed kind. One new kind of tailless kite has lately been made which looks like the form of some great bird, evidently modeled over some kind of framework. When flying, it really

I looks, like a real bird.

A Butterfly Luncheon Carolyn Sherwln fiallpy Do you want to entertain the girls in your class before school closes? Is your best friend with you for a visit, and do you plan to give a luncheon for her? Then have the daintiest possible table decorations, which means that you will make them with your own hands.

A roll of crepe paper stamped with butterflies in all their colors of garden and field is your material. It may be found in your stationer's shop. Cut out the butterflies, a whole f.ock of them, and mount them.two of them, back to back, on thin, white paper, pressing them under a weight to 1'eep their shape. Suspend them from the lighting fixtures by silk threads to match their coloring. These threads should be of varying lengths, so that the buterflies will seem poised in the air and will move with every breath. For place favors make litle baskets of light weight cardboard, nine inches square, divided into nine smaller squares. Cut out the corner squares, curve the remaining sides of the basket, make a few holes and lace it into shape with narrow ribbon. The handle is a strip of cardboard, ribbon wound, anu tasteneu on with tiny paper fasteners. Line with crepe paper, full enough so that you can ruffle it out over the edge. Attach one of the butterflies as if it had alighted on the handle, and fill tiie Dasnet with bon-bons For the center decoration, wind a child's drumstick with pink ribbon, and glue to a standard for a Maypole. Stretch narrow pink and blue ribbons from it, fastened to the hands of little dolls, dressed in tulle to match the butterfly. They will stand on a polished table, for you will use doilies. And how the girls will exclaim when they see how pretty it all is! LAD TO INHERIT WORLD'S OLDEST BANKING HOUSE Master Victor Rothschild. This bright looking lad is the eight-year-old son of the Hon. Nathaniel Charles Rothschild, brother of the present Lord Rothschild. His wife, the mother of the boy. is a Hungarian beauty and a leader in English society. As thtf present Lord Rothschild has no children, the boy's father, and later the lad himself, will become Lord Rothschild and the head of the world's oldest and most important banking house.

THE WHISPERING CAVE

CHAPTER III. Jack awoke with a start. It was daybreak and the men were preparing for a long awaited elephant hunt. Jack jumped up, ate a small hurried breakfast and was soon dressed in khaki hunting clothes and was ready. But although the sport was fine, Jack could never forget Armunta, who had a place in his heart no one else could fill. He intended some day to ask her for his wife. He was thinking of how she would look in a London drawing room, when he heard a low long wailing sound that drifted off into nothing but a low murmur. He glanced at his guides to ask what it was, .when he was surprised at their faces. They were on their knees and trembling as though with a chill. Jack demanded, "What is the cause of this?" Tunta, a warrior braver than the rest, said: "Whiteman.it is the spirits of the Whispering Cave bemoaning their cruel fates. We are but a small part of a mile from! there; we must turn back, or the' White Spirit will claim our souls." j "Ah, Tunta, do you believe such : crazy old-women tales? 1 am going to find out what this Whispering Cave is and any man that is brave enough will follow. I am not afraid of the so-called White Spirit because I do not believe those tales." So Jack went ahead whither the noise came and every trembling warrior followed. At last, the cave was reached and it was just an ordinary cave, only it was very high and dark inside. They had just reached it when the terrible whispers and moans broke the stillness of the air. Even brave Jack trned a trifle pale and the natives fled, but soon returned with rolling, frightened eyes, at Jack's command. They could not go in, the passage being closed by a huge rock. Then, to the ears of the frightened men came a low sweet murmuring voice saying: "Go away, white man, you must not enier. wime. Spirit likes you too well to harm you go away and do not try to fathom this mystery. Time will reveal it. Go!" and the murmur-; ing voice died away like the moans and whisperings that sounded; through the cave like many people whispering. Jack recognized the beloved voice of Armunta and knew he must not trespass on what she did not want him to see. He turned to the p.raying, frightened natives and told them they could go. The natives were overjoyed at turning back and fairly flew. One day Jack grew suddenly ill and dizzy while out hunting and everything turned black and that was the last he knew for manyj hours afterward. j When Jack came to, he found : himself in queer surroundings. It) was dark and cool and the light j shone through in little shafts of i brightness. It came to Jack's r mind all at once that Armunta had I found him and brought him to the! Whispering Cavev Then he heard j a low, musical, familiar voice at his side and knew his thoughts were true and .this was his beloved Ar munta talking. She was saying in good English, "White God, you were ill, so I brought you to the Whispering Cave. Be not afraid; no evil will befall you." Then Jack felt a small cool hand brush his forehead. Then he said, softly, "Armunta, I ask no better fate than to die here." Then Armunta laughed a soft, bubbling little giggle and said, "White God, you mustn't talk silly or I will leave you." "You'd come back to White Spirit." No answer from Armunta, and Jack looked to see what he was lying on . He saw it was a long couch sort of .bed with rich red embroidered covers. This surprised

A "Tug-of-War" in

him, so did the many cushions at his liead, and he went into a dreamless sleep after puzzling over it. When Jack awoke, he found, after questioning Armunta, that he had been ill, and with a high fever for three days, and Armunta had watched over him and fed hini healing herbs. Then suddenly, Jack began to mend and could sit up. One day Jack was again surprised indeed to bear Armunta's sweet low voice sing a mournful little French song. He called out to her (as it was now light in the cave, lor Armunta had lighted a beautiful white lamp that hung in the center of the cave which was furnished richly, with rugs, cushions, chairs and, wonder of all, a beautiful rosewood piano.) He saw Armunta sitting in a low chair playing softly. He called: "Armunta, Armunta, where did you learn French?" "A long time ago, Monsieur Jack when I was one young babee." "Ah, Armunta, and what was the name of the song you just sang?" " 'Love Me' was it's name, Monsieur Jack," and then the loud moans and whisperings drowned out Jack's reply. (To be continued.) By Thelma I. Darby.

BETTER THAN A PICNIC Wednesday, May 26, the 4B class of Baxter school went on a pienc. Our teacher, Miss Henderson, told us we were to have a picnic but didn't tell us where we were to go. She said that was a surprise. Of course, we were very anxious to Wednesday to come. The day finally came and we started. We walked out West Fifth and crossed two railroad bridges. We came to a big house with a big yard and stopped. Miss Henderson told us that was the place for our picnic. Mr. Wilson showed us his rabbits and chickens. There were over four hundred rabbits, some large and some very small. After we played games we ate our supper. We played hide nad seek, and wood tag. Then we went home. We were tired but had a good time. Miss Henderson asked me to write a letter to Mr. Wilson and thank him for showing us his rabbits and chickens and using his ground. I am sure the 41! class will never forget that picnic Virginia Long, 415 grade, Baxter school. JOSHING THE WAITER A smart y went into a New York cafe. After eating a big dinner, he thought he would have some fun with the waiter. Calling the waiter io him, he said, "Bring me a crocodile with butter on it." "All right, sir," replied the waiter. The waiter went, a few steps and stopped. "Well, why don't you get the crocodile?" smiled the smarty. "Sir,' said the waiter, " we got orders that crocodiles must be paid for in advance, and they are $130 with butter and $100 without butter." Chester Collins. Finlev gci100j ALARM CLOCK TICKLES WINDOWS The boys and girls of Yorkshire in England are not allowed to oversleep, not much! Just at the moment in the morning when they turn over and dig down into their pillows for another nap, along comes an old man with a tickler on the end of a long stick with which he raps on their windows and wakes them up. He is the town alarm clock, cei ling folks up for work and the whole community busy, whether they like it or not. Richmond, Indiana is 971 feet above sea level. Snow Hill, Indiana has the greatest altitude of any part of the state. It is 1,174 feet above sea level.

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