Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 45, Number 203, 3 July 1920 — Page 14

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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY, JULY 3, 1920

QUERY CORNER

The editor will try to answer quentlonn readers of tlie Junior submit to her. She will not promise to answer all of tliPm. The questions will be unaweretl in rotation, 10 do not expect the answer to be printed in the name week In which you send it in. Dear Aunt Tolly: What school shall I go to? D. II. Dear D. II.: Ia the Cambridge City school in Cambridge City, Indiana, United States of America! Isn't that right? Aunt Folly. Dear Aunt Tolly: What is my fellow's name? N. B. Dear N. B.: The ouija board Bays I must not tell you. It wants to tell you itself. Isn't that selfish? Aunt Tolly. Dear Aunt Polly: Does Lucile Somebody like me? R. S. Dear R. S.: Since I know the Lucile Somebody, I am very sure she does. Only do not try to pull her hair too often, because she might get very mad at you. Aunt Tolly. Dear Aunt Folly: How old am I? Somebody. Dear Somebody: I like to write letters to Somebody, and especially when that "Somebody's You," as it says In the poem. You have lived as many years as the number of cookies for which you pay 20 cents at most bakeries. Aunt Tolly. FIRST PLAY GROUND WE EVER HAD, SAY CHILDREN OF MILAN "The Italian children do not play as the American children do!" said many of the people whom Miss Marjorie Johnson went to see about having a playground like we have here in America, built in Milan. But Miss Johnson thought that was nonsense and kept on working for it. Miss Johnson visited in Richmond for several days last week and told of the many experiences she had while working in relief organizations, the American Friends' Service committee and the American Red Cross, in Europe last summer and winter. Miss Johrfson was in service in France and Italy, and one of the things she missed most of all in Italy was a real playground for children. Even the Italian people told her that their children did not play as Amer ican children did. After four months she succeeded In getting permission to have her playground. Some one gave her a grant of land 10,000 square meters, which is 2.471 square acres in our measurements. Within six weeks this ground was all fenced in and swings, a giant stride, a chute-the-chutes bars, ball grounds, and all the things we have in our playgrounds were installed there. Then it was opened! On that, day, 100 Italian c hildren sang "The Star Spangled Jlanner' in English. "Did they play?" Miss Johnson says, "Well, you ought to have seen theru! It was crowded the first day, and every day after that. The playground was open from 8 o'clock m the morning until 8 o'clock in the evening. One thousand children came there every day, before Miss Johnson came away, and she thinks it is the same way still, as it is open every day now. Like Chute-the-Chutes Best. Of all the things on the playground, the children liked the chute-the-chutes best of all. All day long there was a long line of children waiting to go whizzing down this popular apparatus. Miss Johnson showed your editor several pictures of "her" Italian playground, which, la a way, it is, since she really brought it to Milan. And the little children there look just as happy over their playground as American children look when playing in theirs. The Red Cross supported day nurseries there, too. The ones for babies from 1 to 3 years old, were called -nidi" in Italian, and those for children from the ages of 3 to 6 were called "azili." The children were all so thankful for what they had received from all of the people of the Red Cross; that they often wanted to tell how jnuch they appreciated it, was what

Miss Johnson said of these Italian children whom she described as loveable. One day some children brought to her a great high wicker standard filled with artificial flowers, which are used so much in Europe, and in the midst of the flowers was a little note which road something like this: 'IFrom our hearts we thank you tor what the great heart of America lias done for the little ones of Italy." Another time a little child came up to her with a little flower. The flower was withered, 'twas true,

but then, the child had come a long way with it clutched tightly in his hand, bringing it to "the Lady of the Red Cross,' 'and said to her, "Will you thank the little American children and tell them that we love them?" That was the message Miss Marjorie Johnson has just brought home from Europe to all the children of the United States. Woodcraft for Outdoor t Boys and Girl NO GUN, NO CAMERA Francis Rolt-Whecler When you go out with a gun, you see mighty little to shoot, but if you leave your gun at home, you note game on every side. If you go out with a camera, birds and animals are so shy that you can never come within focusing, range; if you go out without it, opportunities for snap shots present themselves constantly. Why? One might think this is imagination, that we only think that we could have shot or photographed the chances which came to us when we had neither weapon or lens. Not at all! The real reason is that the wild folk of the woods are very responsive to telepathy, that is, they receive the wireless call of murderous desire that a hunter unconsciously sends in front of him. Every fellow or girl who knows anything about woodcraft knows that, in approaching a bird or animal, you must not creep steadily nor yet look directly at hirn, but stroll forward carelessly. But plenty of fellows who otherwise are good at woodcraft do not seen to know that you must actually feel at ease and feel friendly. That is the reason why to some people, the litllo wood-folk come readily, why one girl can hold out her hand to a chipmunk and he will jump into tho outstretched hand when a dozen other girls will never even see one; why one Eskimo boy can cluck to a wolf and he will follow him home like a dog, and join the huskies, while another toy is apt to bo eaten by the pack. This gift is natural to some people, but it can be trained, and the first step in that training is: Do not get eager or excited, but feel tho peace of the woods and put yourself in tune with it. A strong emotion is your worst enemy, for it will carry against the wind, when even the man scent won't. NONSENSE RHYME There was a young lady of Ryde, Whose shoe-strings were seldom untied. She purchased some clogs, and some small spotted dogs, And frequently walked about Ryde. From Edward Lear's "Book of Nonsense." To realize how much the inven tion of Arabic numerals helped in arithmetic, try to multiply XLIX by LXIV, using only Roman numerals.

SOLON'S DAUGHTER

Miss Margaret Pou. Miss Margaret Pou, charming daughter of Representative and Mrs. Edward W. Pou of North Carolina, is to tour the orient this summer, according to present plans.

TALE OF A HUNT IN THE NORTH WOODS A long time ago a party of four men decided to take a trip to the north woods and try their skill in shooting some of the deer that roamed through the forest. One of tho men was a doctor and the rest were merchants. They knew by the pictures they had seen, what a deer ought to look like. So, after many days of looking over the best makes of guns and red sweaters, they started' on the train on their long journey filled with great hopes of a great hunt. On arriving at the town nearest the place they were to hunt, they hired a man to take them about twenty-five miles up into the woods where deer were very plentiful. They found an old cabin that the Indians used to livo in. After they got their boxes unpacked, they ate j supper and fastened tho door and j windows to keep out the bears and i wolves, because they didn't want to get eaten up the first night. They j were to take turns about cooking and watching the camp while tne rest were hunting. Everything went well for a few weeks, except some' of them complained of stomach ache; but they were soon made well as they had a doctor with them. They had lots of fun of an evening as they sat around the fire telling of the wild I animals they had seen and how many times they had shot and scared the deer so badly that they were soon out of sight. One man said he almost forgot to shoot and when he did shoot, he blew a big limb out of the top of a tree. They were all out hunting one day, when the cook, Mr. Davis, decided he would take his gun and j scout around the camp a little while. Before starting out he put a big pot of mush on to boil so they could have mush for dinner. As the sun was shining brightly, he started, and had not gone very far when he saw)1 the tracks of a big cow. He thought it was funny that cows should grow wild in this country and that maybe it had got loose from some farmer and was

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lost. So, he kept on following the tracks until he came to a stream of water. After following the tracks for some time, he found out that he was lost and did not know the way back to camp. So he thought maybe the cow wanted to be milked and had gone back home. Of course, he did not know it was a moose; but he had never seen a moose and that is why he thought it was a cow.. They had made signs to go by when any ;il them, got lost. They were to shoot three times quickly. Now, Mr. Davis had only six shells with him. So he shot three times and shot so fast the gun kicked him over and he thought he was killed, and began to hollow as loud as he could. After he was conscious he started on down the path through the woods until he came to a big open place. And just across this place he saw a big bear. Now he. did not know what to do, as ho had only three shots left and did not know whether to shoot atj the bear or to shoot three times again. Hut he was afraid to shoot three times at once again so he thought he would try one shot at the bear and if he missed he would climb up a big tree. So he lay down on his stomach and laid his gun over a log and after looking at the bear a long time, he pulled the trigger. Just then tho bear fell over but he did not know whether it was dead or not. He stood behind a tree watching the bear awhile when he heard some one hollow, and pretty soon the guide that was in the woods came to where he was and said, "Are you crazy? Don't you know you can't shoot a moose?" Mr. Davis said, "Just look there and see what I've done." The guide said, "My goodness; it's a bear! I haven't seen a bear for months." Then they put their guns to their shoulders and walked very slow and easy toward the bear. They were afraid it was not dead, and might get up and take after them. But after they got to it, they found it was dead, as he had hit it in the brain. As it was so big and heavy, they could not carry It and so they left it lying there and went back to camp and told the other men what they had done. The men just laughed at him at first and said he

was just playing a joke on them, as Ihty did not think lie could hit the side of a barn. Mr. Davis said, "All right, you just laugh, but I will show you a real bear!" Tho next morning the men went to get tho bear. They took axes along ro that they could cut poles to carry it on. They tied the boar's hind legs together and fastened it to a pole. Then the men took the pole on their shoulders and carried it to the camp. The guide skinned if for them and they saved the meat to take home. Of course, when they got back from killing the deer, the mush was burned too hard to eat. and they just used it to shoot at the birds. Alter they got back home, Mr. Davis had a big dinner and had all his friends to come and eat bear meat. He sent tho bearskin off to a big city and had it made into a big rug. And any time anyone comes to see him, he tella them how "I killed a bear!" Merrill Clarence Gilfillan, age 9 years, grade 4, Castino school. This story received very favorablo comment from the judges of tho Junior Story-Writing Contest.

Study Problems J Solved

FASHIONS IN FISHES Francis Rolt-Whecler Springtime in the sea! But what. one may ask, has the snrintr to do with the sea? There are no trees to put on leaf, or flowcrins? rilnnts to burst into blossom! Neither are there birds to put on their gay mating leathers and to fill the waves with melody. But fishes feel the springtime, just as do tho birds, and there are spring fashions in the waters, just as there are in the fields for the birds, or in the streets for humans. Fishes, which have been content to stay in their simple costumes of slate-grey and silver, break into violent colors. Some of them grow bears. The humpback salmon changes tho shape of his nose. The blennies begin to sport a crest. The chimaera grows a wicked-looking horn. The sword-fish lets one of " his fins grow long, and sports the most vivid colors on it. Even such common fishes as the roach, the tench, the pike and the trout, put on a new spring suit, much brighter and gayer than their manner of dressing all the rest of the year. pven the little sticklebacks grow longer spines and sbuw rainbow coloring. 'Why is all this? Much for the same reason that humans put on spring suits and spring dresses. It is the time of making friendships, and they want to look as well as they can. But the making of new friendships is always dangerous, it is apt to excite envy and quarreling. For that reason appear these elongated spines and these queershaped horns. Then, too, some fishes make nests as the birds do and, when there is a strong current, it is handy to have a spike to stick into one's nest and not be pulled away by the current. Look close at the fish yqou catch, about now, and, if you compare them with those you caught last autumn, you'll see that nearly every one has a new spring suit. WANT ADS FOR SALE A 14-inch bicycle; in good repair; will sell real cheap. Phone or come to Junior Palladium office.