Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 45, Number 185, 12 June 1920 — Page 12

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the Richmond palladium, Saturday, jawu iz, 1920

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When Billy Whiskers butted the man at the soda fountain in the stomach and bowled him over, the catastrophe frightened the girls ' and boys who had been sitting sipping soda and laughing at the man, and there was a mad scramble to get out, but Billy was too quick for them. He wheeled round and butted the tail end of one fellow's coat so hard that it sent him flying through the open door and out Into the road, where he landed in a mud puddle. Then he turned and went for the girls who were all huddled to gether against the utall, screaming and crying with fright. He walked un to them. As they saw him com ing, they thought their time had come and threw up their hands to cover their eyes and screamed harder than ever, nut ne oruy twvlr Hnnh nt err Aon war pranns off the hat of one of the girls and commenced to chew it, and he would have left them alone but one of the boys who was with them came to their rescue and tried to drive Billy away by giving him a hard blow with a chair he had picked up. This infuriated Billy and he turned and went for the boy, who was holding the chair high . over his head ready to strike. Billy struck his long horns into the boy's chest and laid him flat on the floor in an instant. Then Billy walked up on him and planted his two feet on the boy's breast while he lowered his head, licking the boy's face all over with his tongue. This made the boy furious, but he could do nothing as the goat was heavy, and with his weight on his chest he thought he would smother. . By that time the Boda fountain man had recovered his breath and came at Billy again with his broom raiRpd readv in strike. Rillv Raw him coming and left the boy he was standing on, and ran behind one of the tables. Then the chase began; round and round the tables and chairs went the goat with the man After him, upsetting everything as they went, until the store looked as If a cyclone had struck it, with the foaming soda-water and ice cream running all over the floor. When Billy thought he had tired the soda man out he ran out the door and sent those that were standing there scattering like a flock of chickens. All you could see for a while were blue stockings, black stockings, white petticoats and heels as the girls ran screaming in all directions. Each girl thought Billy was behind her, but was too afraid to turn round to

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look, so kept running until she had reached a placo of safety, cither climbing a fence or getting behind something; and then when she turned to look there was no Billy Goat in sight, for Mr. Billy had disappeared in a small grove behind tie store.

After Billy had left them he went on through the woods until he came to a little Bhanty with a small clearing behind it, where cabbages, turnips and such things were planted, and as the gate was open he walked in and began to help himself, for he saw at a glance that everything was shut up tight and that there was no one at homo. After eating all he wanted he walked up to the porch where he saw a nice pail of water. This he drank in a twinkle and while doing so thought of that mean soda water man who would not give him a drink. "But "I don't care," thought Billy, "this tastes better, and I got even with him anyway." (Copyrighted by the Saalfield Publishing Co., Akron, 0.) TAFFY RECOGNIZES OUR NATIONAL ANTHEM Frances E. Curtis is a little American girl who lives in Alexandria, Egypt, and Taffy is her well loved pet a dog as big as Frances herself. She has become so interested in the caring for old horses which is a part of the work of the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, that she once took all the money out of her savings bank and sent it to the Society for the care of horses. The sum eaualied five dollars. In Mav of this vear kIia sent another present of five dollars as a thank offering for the reonverv of Taffy from sickness. Frances has laugnt Tatty to sit ud and sa ute whenever he hears "The Star Spangled Banner." THE TRUSTING SPARROWS The wild wind blew with might and main. Catching the drops of falling rain. To sweep them round in circles wide. Or beat them back from side to side. The window shutters banged and clashed, , From off a tree a dead branch crashed. While from the nursery, snug and warm, The children watched the driving storm. At last, cried-Kitty: "Mother, see It's just as cunnine as ran ht" And there, beneath the roof's deep space Where the vines made a restingplace, Safe from the rain and wild wind's blow. The sparrows nestled in a row; And while we watched the tiny things, They tucked their heads beneath their wings, With many a little drowsy peep,. And sweetly, calmly went to sleep. Then Kitty spoke, so soft and low, In whispers to her brother Joe, "They're not afraid; why should they care? Of course, they know that God Is there." By Florence L. Patterson.

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Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune I saw the white daisies go down to the sea, A host In the sunshine, an army In June, The people God sends us to set our hearts free. The bobolinks rallied them up from the' dell. The orioles whistled them out of the wood; And all of their saying was "Earth it is well!" And all of their dancing was "Life, thou are good!' Bliss Carman

A FUTURE RIVAL OF HELEN KFLLER

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Miss Oma Simpson. Should Helen Keller ever have a rival it will likely be in the person of eighteen-year-old Oma Simpson, now under the personal teaching of Miss Sophia Alcorn, at Danville, Ky., where Miss Simpson attends the Kentucky School for Deaf and Dumb. She is totally blind and deaf, but through the perseverance tit MiflS Alnnm cVia haa Ltan rA,t cated orally, said to be the only in- ! stance m meaicai msiory wnere this has been accomplished. SOME OF THE "C 'BIRDS The catbird is a gray bird Except his cap of black; He listens to the other birds And then he mocks them back, v . Alice M. Test, 3B. "Caw! Caw! Caw!" Says the big black crow, "I pick up corn. And away I go." Junior Ilodgin, 2A. The cowbird is a lazy bird, And never builds a nest; She drops the egg in the bluebird's nest, And you can guess the rest. John Cully, 2B, Joseph Moore School. IN THE MONKEY-CAGE A monkey sat up in his cafe: The keeper he tried to enrage. j But the keeper was wise i And said "For your size I Your actions are really not sage." Brooklyn Eagle Junior 16 17 18 19 h 23 24 2526 30

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THE WHISPERING CAVE

When the whispers died away, Jack said angrily: "Armunta, what makes that infernal moan and whisper in here?" "White God, there is a long story I must tell you before you leave; those whispers are just the wind blowing through the cave, I think, but I do not really know; it is vory odd. Now, my story,, Monsieur Jack. "I was born in Marseilles, France one bright summer day when all the flowers were blooming and the birds singing. My mother was Inez Dumre, a French girl, when she met big John Trunten, an American sailor and loved him and they were married. In a year and four months later, I made my entrance into the world. My mother and father gave me the queer name of 'Armunta.' When I was four years old father was lost at sea, sunk with the ship. Mother grew pale, and then until I was seventeen we lived on the income father left us. "Mother wanted me to go to colf ....... ... ..a.,., t . . . . . . I. .. 1 ,. woman took me for companion to her only daughter, so 1 went to col

lege. I was twtnty-two when I was era wem 80t,,y through tne cave m-aihiatfirt" with all honors. I rame!as a blessing upon the lovers.

home full of surprises for mother.! ... . . . . .... . and lounu nor uyin, tindini? out she wouldn't send lor me because, she wanted me to graduate. Mother died two d.iys after I carae home with father's name on her lips. I was heart-broken. I wanted to die also; but Mother left a will biddinz me burv her in 'The Whis-1 pering Cave' and to stay by her side for two years, then to return to France to live. I didn't know where 'The Whispering Cave' was or how mother found out about it. "I heard superstitious tales of the cave, and then found a diary of mother's that told how she had wanted to see Africa as a child, and her father took her and they found the 'Whispering Cave.' "So, I brought her here. Then I was left alone with my dead. I buried her as she directed in thai corner of the cave." Armunta

pointed to the far end of the longi of the homely toad, and some memcave, to a mound, with another! hers of his family, and reads, rose-coloied cover over it. Ar- "Don't stone us, boys; we prevent munta was crying now, but she . disease." went on: . "Where the whispers would be. It's easy to tell a country hoy over her head. It has been two! from a city hoy. One sows the years Monsieur Jack, since then, seeds of an egg-plant, the other so I am ready to go home." Ar- takes the fruit and puts it under a munta said this last sadly and ; hen to batch.

Wild Life ana rieia IT TAKES LOOKING Francis Kolt-Wliecler You'd better believe that insecteating birds need sharp eyes! Fellows who pride themselves on being tolerably keen have been known to stand five minutes looking directly at an insect, not three feet away, before they discovered it. IkEVA: OCOMtiriJIt?

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There's a large geometrid larva found both in the United States and Canada that's a living puzzle. It has irregular warts on its body, resembling exactly the scars left by fallen buds or twigs; it has also a special muscular development which enables it to stand rigid for hours; it also lacks the middle proplegs of the body common to other moth and butterfly larvae which would be difficult to hide. Look in the illustration. If you were a bird flying fast, would you be able to pick out which was twig and which larva? ,

bowed her head. Jack until now had been looking at the side of the cavo as in thought. He looked sadly at Armunta's bowed figure, then ho said, in a low voice: "Armunta, I will take you back, and will you bo my wife? for I loved you from the first time when you saved mo from the lioness. I lived as one in a droa-m. I also had sorrow, but perhaps not as great as yours, but a very great sorrow to me. My father was my greatest chum, and I lost all when he died. I wasn't old enough to remember mother, but I know she was the sweetest woman God ever made. Now, Armunta, do you love me? Will you be my wife?" "Yes, Monsieur Jack," said Armunta, smiling through her tears, "for I too loved. you from that day on. I have a strange influence over the wild beasts, I know not what it is. I am very, very sorry for you, Jack, because I knew you lovd your father. That day, when I saw the huge lioness ready to rend you to pieces, I felt that strange likine for vou. and now. I want to

! be your wife." "Armunta," 'said Jack, softly; and while he kissed her, the whistThe End. Thelma I. Darby xrvTir. ti,a . . 1 . l. .. i NOTE: The people that entered the "Whispering Cave" were not killed by Armunta. as the natives said, but were let out on the other side of the cave into grassy plains and were made happy by people living there. T. I. D. MASSACHUSETTS BOY DRAWS PRIZE POSTER The children of Massachusetts showed great interest in the humane poster contest which was an important part of this year's celebration of Be Kind to Animals Week. In Salem, Mass., alone 1,800 children made posters showing the reason and justice of being kind to dumb animals. William Cain, of Lynn, Mass., won a prize of $10 for exhibiting a poster which was judged best of those exhibited by sixth grade pupils. It is a picture There are smaller ones, which hide almost as well. On the branch shown in the middle there are two of these smaller ones, and on one side of the twigs where the "walking-stick insect" is perched, there is another. Could you have found them, if they were not marked? The walking-stick insect himself is practically impossible to see. You can stare right at that fellow for five minutes and not see him until he begins to move. Leaf insects are just as difficult to spot. The writer once saw a leaf insect flutter to a grape vine growing wild WALKING STKtf INJECT. ! on an abandoned house. He J marked down the spot and went hunting for that creature. It took several minutes to find and the insect was five inches long! Touching it with the finger, the insect moved an inch. Later it flew away a dozen feet or more. Again it was equally hard to find. That insect is now in a museum collection. The study of protective resemblances is one of the most extraordinary in natural history and there are examples in any wood or patch of open ground. Boys and Girl3' Newspaper Service.