Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 45, Number 197, 26 June 1920 — Page 15

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY, JUNE 2G, 1920 VAUG TIIRKn,

THE JUNIOR

The Junior Palladium is (he children's suction of the? Richmond Palladium, founded May 6, 1916, and issued each Saturday afternoon. All boys and girls tire invited to be reporters and contributors. News Items, bocial events, "want" advertisements, s'ories, local jokes and original poems are acceptable and will be published Articles should te written plainly and on one side of the paper, with the author's name md ago ugned. Aunt Polly is always glad to meet the children personally as they bring their articles to Tho Palladium office, or to receive letters addressed to tho Junior Edttor. Th!s is your li'.'le newsTaper aud we hope each boy and girl will use it thoroughly.

AUNT POLLY'S LETTER,

Dear Juniors: I am thinking of all sorts of good things right now. thinking so hard that 1 would like to be, right now, in a place like I am thinking of. I am thinking of a tent or a shack in tho midst of a comfortably dense woods -not so dense that there are all sorts of snakes, though I like snakes, at a distance near a nice, rather deep lake. Where you wake up in the morning and watch tho squirrels playing outside your tent, and hear the birds singing and chattering and getting their breakfast; where you jump in your bathing suit and run down to the lake and jump in, for a morning dip before breakfast and, oh, how cold it is at first! Where you eat oatmeal and prunes and corn bread as if it were the very best thing in the world. Where you take a row and another long swim in the afternoon; where you hike six miles to get a chocolate soda, and where you sit around the campfire after supper and tell ghost stories and stories of adventure till your hair is so straight up and down that the wind can whistle through it, and where you can then jump in your bunk and forget everything in all the world till morning teases you to get up again . Camping! Here's to it! What is more fun than camping? No, I'm not really camping; I just "wisht" I was! I'm up here in The Palladium office right in front of the electric fan writing to all of you. I wish I had everyone of you out on a camping trip with me. Wouldn't that be just splendid? Even if I am not going camping, I like to hear about the fun and stories and trips that other people have that do go camping, and I am sure all the other Juniors who are not going camping think the samo thing. So, think up all the funniest and the most exciting things that happened while you were (or while you are) at camp and write to me about them. I will think I am going camping myself almost ! Anyway, we would like more than ten ice cream sodas to hear from you about your camp. So, please do not forget to write to us. From vour aunt, who is all enthused and filled with the camping spirit! " AUNT POLLY.

The Runaway Last summer I was at my aunt's; house having a pleasant time. And I was going home with my aunt. We were going to walk, but my uncle told us to get in the wagon; and so we did. We were trotting merrily down the road, when all at once, the horses began to fly! And 1 wondered what was the matter. Finally we stopped because my uncle had run the horses into a little grove of trees. It broke one little tree. My sister had seen us pass, and she told Papa. Ho rushed out to see what was the matter. While the horses had been running so fast I bumped my nose at the side of the wagon and it was . I

swollen. My undo had a sprained ! getting out of the hospital he imhand and my aunt was excited and mediately set to work to earn so was I. My cousin came after us enough money to carry him home, in the machine and I never want io In a week lie was ready, and ride behind those horses again. It j getting on a train that would carry was a mile from my aunt's to our him home. He was very glad, of home and we soon flew past home! course. Two days later the train when the horses were running so! ,eacteu" its destination and getting

fast. Then my uncle and papa went on to Brownsville. Gracia Dickson, age 9 years, Joseph Moore School. Honorable Mention in the Story-Writing Contest. Shipwrecked Palmer Carson was a young boy 14 years of age. He was born in Ohio. Although only 11 years of age, he could easily have passed for a man 4 years his senior. He, like many other boys his age, wanted to sail the seas. Once, he had been down by the seashore and watched the ships as they sailed over the horizon, and ever since he had had a longing to sail with them. One day he decided to run away. So, after packing up a few belongings, he started toward somewhere on the Atlantic. He reached his destination, at Savannah, where he met a man, a captain on the ship Johnston, Scott by name. Scott seeing how husky he was, and needing men, asked him if he didn't want a job on the ship. Now this was what he had been looking for and, without asking any questions, he immediately said yes. He was then taken aboard the ship and made the cook's helper. lie didn't like this job, the sea, or the hard board he had to sleep on, and he was ready to quit as soon as they reached America again. One night a big storm came up and the ship was thrown out of its course. They were 1000 miles at sea when the storm came up. An hour after they had been hit by the storm the batteries failed and the lights went out. The men on board were terrified and confusion followed. Then the ship hit rocks and

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started to sink. After a quick search a hole was found in the' sido whicn could not be repaired. ' Later the boats were lowered, hut i among these Palmer Carbon was not. He threw himself overboard and caught hold of a large plank. Farther out in tho sea the boy saw the snip Johnston sink to rise no more. For two days he floated without seeing anything that might prove to be man; but on the third, just as he was about to close his eyes for the last time, he was picked up by a big French liner. He was lucky, for they were going to New York. At New York he was sent to a hospital, where he stayed a month, until he was fully recovered. After off the train, he set off for home. So, Palmer Carson crossed into his mother's house, never again to roam the seas. Albert E. Bonn, age 14, Freshman, Richmond High school. Honorable Mention in tho Junior Palladium Story Writing Contest. Betty and Jane There once were two little girls. Their names were "Betty and Jane. One day Jane's friend came to her house. Jane's friend had a little sister. Betty liked the little sister very well. Betty wanted to know why she did not bring her little sister along with her. "Why, she is too little!" said Elizabeth. But the next time Elizabeth came she brought her little sister with her. Betty played with Elizabeth and her sister Marie. One dav .lane was not hnmp ami Elizabeth was disappointed. About j four o'clock Jane came home. But! Flizaheth wa alinnt u, r.r. hnmo I to go When Jane got home she was disappointed and asked Betty to tell her they were coming. Betty said, "I did not know we were coming." Years passed by. Betty and Jane became big ladies and they never did forget their childhood Nila Williams, age 8 years, Grade 4A, Starr School. There are now 126,961 Bands of Mercy in existence whose memberships are made up of children all over the United States. Each member of a Band of Mercy makes the following pledge: I will try to be kind to all living creatures and try to protect them from cruel usage.

How Three Girls Made Sponge Gems "There will be no club meeting tonight. girls," said Jeannette Huckler. "Mother says you can come if you want to, but there will be no regular meeting." "And 1 told Mother there was going to be one, and she will go out and lako the key; and she won't be homo till half past five." said one of the girls, Polly Deane. "Well, then, como up to our home. Elizabeth is there and she w ill be glad to see you." "lly the way, what's the matter with my darling Elizabeth" asked Polly. " A bad cold." was the answer. "Will you please come up?" "Yes, for a little while." "Oh, goody, goody!" shouted Jeannette. Later: "Ilore we are, Polly. Won't we surprise Elizabeth?" "Yes, indeed." was the ready answer. "Oh, girls, what a pleasant surprise.' I am so glad you came. Come in. I am forgetting my manners in my joy and surprise . How long can you stay, Polly?" "Till half past five." "Oh, I wish you could stay for supper. I think I can go tonight if you can." "I can't go; I am so sorry." "Then you can't go, either, Elizabeth." "Oh, Mother, please," replied Elizabeth, beginning to cry. "No, Elizabeth, you can't go alone." Elizabeth left the room and was gone for a long time, so keen was her disappointment. "Como on. Polly, help me get supper," said Jeannette. Elizabeth entered then and Mrs.

Huckler said, "Betty, instead of go ing tonight, why don't you invite Miss Dean to stay for supper?' "Will you?" asked Betty. "I am afraid I can't. Mother would worry about me," replied Polly. "I thank you just the same, though." "The Rev. Mr. Huckler," said Mrs. Huckler, "will stop and tell your mother. Do you think she at tended the meeting this afternoon?" "She in-tended to, but I don't know for sure that she did," replied Polly. "I'll call him up and tell him to tell her." "Como on. girls, let's get supper. Mother, can we have Golden Rod eggs and Feather cakes?" "You can have the eggs, but I won't have enough milk for feather cakes. You can make sponge cakes, though, and make them into cup cakes." j "All right," and Jeannette andj Polly put on their aprons (Polly wearing one of Jeannette's). "Betty, will you go to the grocery for me?" "Yes, Mother, dear." "Mama, can I lick the pans?" asked Billy, five-year-old brother of Jeannette and Elizabeth, who I wTere twins. I es Billy-Boy. if Jeannette will ' JXn,-. said ,M,,;s' IIuokler 1 11 let you Billy-Boy, but"- and j Jeannette held up a warning fin - i tro- '.rrv,i I ,'' J , . ,.,! Vw.,.w.,6, ui jun trtii i u en out pans for us. So. be good. And Jeannette and Polly departed for the kitchen, and Betty for the grocery. Jeannette got out the materials for the eggs, and Mrs. Huckler gave" Polly the recipe for sponge

drop cakes. The girls put the mustn't touch a spear; one mustn't bread in the oven for the toast, j be seen cutting one's nails; one then in went the sponge drop cakes. mustn't eat fish which had been Then the girls cleaned up their! caught when the west wind was "mess." iblowing; you mustn't even nurse Betty had by this time returned i the sick if the moon were shining; from the grocery and was told she' nor eat anything for two days if you might be the guest of honor, and to had seen a shooting star. We have

g0 ,lress up' "U'H time to take your cak''8 out now." Said Mrs. Huckler. "Oh. look, look! Jeannette, Mrs. Huckler, and everybody!" and Polly, who had started to take the sponge cakes out, burst into laughter. "Oh, what's the matter, Polly? Are they burnt?" "No," gasped Polly. "Oh, did you ever?" asked Jeannette, as after one glance in the oven she sank into a chair and burst out laughing. For the cup cakes looked exactly like cups. They had sunk in the middle and risen on the sides. Such a sigh! . . x . .. . . v .. 1 1 . 1 ' . . : ,1 1 iuv, wuai Mian we uu; aiu t Jeannette dismally, beginning to see the shady side. But Mrs. Huckler came te the

rescue, saying, "I'll fix them with grape frappe, something like cream puffs." "What shall we call them?" asked Polly. "Sponge patty shells, served with grape frappe," answered Mrs. Huckler, emphasizing the 'shells.' "What's that?" asked Hetty, entering. "What we are going to have for supper. Ijook here," said Polly, showing the cakes. "Oh, Polly, you and Jeannetto are

such good cooks, too," laughed Betty. "Well, I'll finish these. You girls may make the cocoa." "Oh, Mother, you make the co coa. I hate to make it," cried Jeannette. "Same here" echoed Polly. "All right, you set the table." "What's this" asked Mr. Huckler, looking at the ' patty shells.' "Sponge patty shells served with grape frappe,' 'answered the girls, laughingly; and they were much enjoyed by all Marion Chenoweth. ; Magic and Conduct Shea Hogue "Don't do that!" How everyone hates the phrase! And how, sometimes, it seems that someone is always telling us not to do this, or not to do that. The rules of conduct seem made only to annoy. But, if we take the trouble to think for a moment, we run back into the most exciting and fascinating of all subjects Magic! The medicine men of the Indians, the anSekks of the Eskimo, the black men of the African tribes and the sorcerers of eastern countries were teachers of conduct. Conduct is the science of behavior, and its value lies in deciding what we ought to do that is best for ourselves, and what we ought to do that is best for others. That i was exactly what Magic was for. And the way in which this was Hnno iirso T A rwifl f whirh Kimnlv Vou niustn-t. It is hard to believe that savage pe0ples, and the peoples of long - haii Rn manv "mnsn'ts" You ' - - - - mustn't name a tiger, or ne might rome and eat vou: you musn wear or toucn anyining rea; you mustn't touch food with unwashed hands, or the chief would put you to death; if you scratched your finger, you musn't eat with the family till the scratch was healed; a boy musn't touch a baby; a girl a few rules of conduct today, but if you want to realize in what a state of terror savages live, just find out what a crowd of things there were that they mustn't do. The savage wasn't freer than we, I are, just the contrary. Boys and I Girls' Newspaper Service. TRAINED MIND powers of the mind must All themselves bo disciplined. Just as it is necessary in a well ordered regiment to have trained and disciplined soldiers, so it is necessary, in the advance upon the unknown which thought undertakes. tbat all our mental powers should; i . , . . .. : i ! worn lugeiucr in uuinun, giving mstant obedience to the commands of the will. Dr. J. G. Hibben, in The American Boy.

BOB MARSHALL IN AFRICAN JUNGLE

CHAPTER I. 1 My father's young friend, TloTf Marshall, was picking his waj( through a South Alt lean jungia when he paused upon a tt liking but characteristic scene. A beautiful leopard had txm short distance up the sloping trunk of a fallen treo, and then turning about on a large projecting limb, faced a pack of hyenas that wer eager to attack him, but afraid to do so. One rash fellow ventured nigh enough to receive a cuff from the defender's paw which knocked him a dozen feet away and caused him to keep a safe distance thereafter, while the others were equally careful of those sharp claws and teeth. Bob was inclined to raise his Winchester and fire upon the cowardly assailants, but he finally moved off without doing so. "The leopard wouldn't appreciate my interference," was the thought of the youth, "and I don't believe he needs it, anyway." Bob was on his way back to camp as the sultry day was drawing to a close and he kept a close watch for danger. "I can't see anything," he said to himself, holding his rifle for instant use, "but I have been in this dark continent long enough to know that is no proof that I am not in peril." The listening ear caught the sounds of the myriad birds flitting exuberantly among the brandies overhead, and now and then the deep resonant tones of some animal warned him that he was liable at any moment to bo brought face to face with some fierce denizens of the wilds, always eager to fly at any intruder. It was in growing conviction that something was stealthily following him which tried the nerves of ,ob Marshall, for it is the unseen thai tests one's bravery, since, so long as it remains unseen it remains unknown, and imagination gives it a form and substance tenfold more fearful than reality. To be con tinued. Katherine Fye. Junioi High School. Clever Sketches by Byron Bond Shown Two pictures, sketched by Byron Bond, have been atracting much at tention from passersby in the win dow of Thistlethwaite's drug stoic on North Eighth street, where they are exhibited. One is a most natural looking representation of North Eighth and E streets, including the corner where these streets meet, Fort Wayne avenue. The sketch is in good proportion and the workman ship throughout seems to be very good. The other sketch is the head of Senator Harding, the Republican nominee for president of the United States. This, too, is lifelike, or at least, photograph like (we have never seen the man himself) and can easily be recognized before the name is read. Byron lives at 211 North Eighth street and has been interested in .oiivi. sketching for a long time. Two t.nthAr i.nv. iniaoi u, same line, who accompany Byron on sketching trips are Walter Van Etten and Charles Surrendorf. SOCIETY NEWS Finley Bond, 211 North Eighth street, has been ill at his home tor several days with tonsilitis. Priscilla Johnson came Friday to spend several days with her grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. B. B. Johnson, on South Twelfth street. A picnic was given in the Glen Miller park Thursday, in honor of Miss Mary Puthoff, who has been attending the Immiulate Conception academy, at Oldenberg, Indiana. Those present were Misses Mary Puthoff, Esther DeBus, Esther Brokanip, Elizabeth Miller, Dorothy Waidele, Martha Selin, Mary Heoman and Hilda Issen. STOCKINGS PAY NO INTEREST In France, the people hide the money they save in an old stockiug. In America, some boys and girls spend the money they save for things they don't need. The right way is to do neither. Use your savings to make more money to save or else spend them for somelhing you need or something that will be of value to you.