Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 45, Number 208, 10 July 1920 — Page 15

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM. SATURDAY, JULY 10, 1920

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THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM The Junior Palladium Is the children's section of the Richmond Palladium, founded May C, 1916, and issued each Saturday afternoon. All boys and girls are invited to be reporters and contributors. News Items, bocial events, "want" advertisements, stories, local jokes and original poems are acceptable and will be published. Articles should be written plainly and on one side of the papei, with the author's name tnd age signed. Aunt Polly is always glad to meet the children perlocally as they bring their articles to The Palladium office, or to receive letters addressed to the Junior EdHor. This is your little newspaper and we hope each boy and girl will use it thoroughly.

AUNT POLLY'S LETTER.

Dear little friends: Have you a Dobbin or a Dapple Gray or a Brown Beauty at your house? Or rather at your barn? If you do, then you know how much fun it is to live whore there is a horse. Automobiles are lots of fun when they are going, but they can never take the place of a horse because they can never be friendly as a horse can. In the war times they had to have their generals and field marshals on horses, real pretty spirited horses when on parade. A general riding along in a low. luxurious automobile did not seem right somehow and the crowds did not (beer for him nearly as much as when he was riding on a strong mettlesome mount, so most of the time when on parade they rode their favorite horses. Bengoli Is the name of the favorite horse of Marshal Foch and it is an English thoroughbred. Two other horses well liked by the marshal are Emir and Puritan. The dashing French general, Franhet d'Esperey has a handsome horse, too, we are told. Its name is Coq-de-Koche. President Wilson has his favorite horse, too. Its name is Democrat. How many of you have recited the poem: "Listen, my children and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere"? Do you remember how you were thrilled by the story? I do. Well, the name of the horse that carried Paul Revere that night was Rienzi. Oh, there are hundreds and hundreds of famous horses and there are stories of fairy horses, too. There is the story of Pesagus, the winged horse which we are told, went flying around in the sky or just any place he took a notion to go. Even today the people of Greece will show you a spring by Mount Helicon which is supposed to have been caused by the hoof of Pesagus one time when he started to fly. Wouldn't it be fun to ride on a horse like that? If you had your choice to ride in an airplane or a winged horse, which would you ride on? I know which one I would ride on, that is, if 1 were tied securely so there would be no danger of falling off. But I am not going to tell which I would ride on. I will keep that a secret for a while. I will tell you about, it just before I start to ride. But these fine looking and splendidly stepping horses are not the only ones that we like. There are hundreds and thousands of others that are liked by children everywhere. A great big brown farmhorse can give tots of fun to children. When I was the age of some of you juniors I would often go and visit my uncle who lived on a farm. Not far from the hill he had a gravel pit. My brother and I always happened to be at the gravel pit when it came time for the teams of horses to be led from the pit where they had been working, down to the barn which was near the farm house. My uncle would put my brother on the top

of one and myself on the other and then we would drive thorn down the long hill, acting like we were driving very high spirited steeds that were hard to manage. They weren't that kind, of course. In fact I think they were the kind that couldn't run. At least I never saw them even think of trying to. But it was surely fun! How many of you juniors ride on horses or ponies? I do not think that the automobile will ever take the place of the horse, do you? How can it? Who wants to pot an automobile or put a lump of sugar in its hood. It cannot neigh its "thank you" and rub its nose against your cheek to tell you how it likes you. I like automobiles (in fact just this morning I was wishing I had one), but I like horses, too. Don't you? AUNT POLLY.

Do You Know That Hope, R. I., Troop 1, fought a forest fire and saved from fire 200 cords of wood. The average weight of a man's brain has been figured to be 50 ounces, while that of a woman ia 44 ounces. The Red Cross Juniors of Clifton, Forge, Virginia, paid $150 toward the tuition of twenty children who otherwise would have been unable to attend school. The six leading wheat-producing countries in 1910 were Russia, United States, India, France, Austria-Hungary, Italy. Floyd Willlams, Garfield school. The ruble, a Russian coin formerly worth $51.6 in our money, has so decreased in value that one United States dollar will purchase 4,000 rubles. Owing to the large numbers of rats that have appeared in Paris since the war, the city government has employed "official cats" to keep the city offices and museums free from rodents. These cats re ceive about $2.50 a year paid m food. The six most populous nations, according to the last census (1910) were: Chinese Empire, 439,214,000; British Empire, 397,265,509; Russian Empire, 160,095,200; United States and possessions, 93,402,157; France and possessions, 80,905,895; Germany and posesions, T9.449.423. Floyd Williams, Garfield schooL

A Storm

J The wind was howling fearfully, Clouds were piling high; Don't be so fretful now, my child, Our guardian angel's nigh. The Song. I want to tell you a story, A story of long ago; A child sat in her mother's arms, The niolhor was very old. "My child," she said softly, "I'll not be with you long. But whatever happens, my Remember this song:" child, "God is with you always. Our mother, too, on high, You must remember, too, my child, Our guardian angel's nigh." Two years have passed since that time. The mother passed away. The child has remembered all the words The mother said that day. By Alma Blanche Chamness, Petersburg, Ind. WE WORKED One Saturday, Everett, Top and I went down to Land-Dilks to get a load of kindling. It is hard loading the kindling, the sticks are so little. We picked up about ten to fifteen pieces at a time. In a very little time wo had it all loaded. Then when wo went home we counted how many pieces fell off. It was fun doing that. When we got home it didn't take us very long to unload it. Then we had to pile it up. It was very hard piling it up but we finally got at It It took us from 4 to 9 to get it done. Eugene Wlckett, 5A grade, Joseph Moore school. Honorable Mention in the Junior Story-Writinj Contest 1

Tom's Adventure In Finders Mountain Tom was a boy who was always wanting to go to the mountains to trap aud hunt game. His father was wealthy and said when Tom was fifteen aud was woll he could go to the mountains. Tom was only fourteen aud could not pass the time away quick enough. Ho would play games and go to schooP but could not do much studying. Soon the time went by and it was Tom's fifteenth birthday.

llo had a sister who whs seventeen; she also wanted to go. A week after Tom's fifteenth birthday, his father told him that he had thirty nion and ten boys to go to the mountains. Another birthday came and Tom was a happy boy. A week later, the party was ready to start for the mountains. They traveled on horseback for five days. They were not looking for cold weather and were not dressed for it., They had ridden the most of the night. It began to snow and the wind blew hard but still they rode on and on. The snow fell fast when they reached a cav on a cliff. They were going in the cave when they saw five big boned Indians, and they kept on increasing until there were twenty-five. Tom's men were all seared lilt fought bravely. There were only fifteen of Tom's men, for the others were coming on behind. Tom got on his horso and rode swiftly. Tom was riding fast when an arrow whirled out of a bush and ; hit Tom on the arm. Tom fell off I his horse but was soon on again. I Tom was soon with his men. J They got to the cliff in time and i soon the Indians had been killed or. lied. I They camped in the cave all j night. When niorningcame it had ; snowed very hard, for the snow was I piled up half way in the door of ; the cave. j Torn was the first one out that i morning, for most of the men were I tired out from the night before. After they had their breakfast,' they went out to explore a little. I Tom and the other ten boys were ! soon ready with their guns. Tom' and tho boys climbed up a large j mountain. They went in a cave and wore looking around, for there j was a great many skulls. One of I the boys came running to Tom and held out a tin box which was! locked. The boys worked for about I a half hour wlion they got it open, i There wore letters dated fifteen i years ago. j There was a picture of a middle- i aj;ei man ana one leiter mat none of the boys could read. There Mas a man at the camp who could read several different languages. The boys were soon at the camp with the box and its contents. Mr. i'erkins, as was the man's name, was said to he out, but would be back in about thirty minutes. It was an hour before Mr. Perkins returned and it had begun to turn dusk, lie looked over the. letters and other contents. He read the letter than was in a different language and told the boys what the letter contained. This is the way it read: Dear Finders: I have lived in the mountains since I was sixteen and put away some expensive things which I hope you will find and care for. You go to the mouth of the cave in I1 inders mountain, in which you found this box. Turn to your right, take fifteen steps, turn to your left; there you will find a door which leads to my home where my wife and child and myself lived. My wife is dead and my child was stolon by tho Indians and that is why I am leaving my things hoping it will be she who finds these things. Go up the stairs and there you will find pictures, gold, furs, and many other articles. Your friend, BEN MORRIS. At this the boys were very excited. When morning came the boys started bright and early to : the mountains. They followed the directions very clearly and wore at the mouth of the cave in a few niin-; utes. Then they followed the di-i rections to the door. It was made of 6tone and made so any one j

could not tell there was a door there if you did not know it. They went up the stairs and found everything neat and clean. They found a large pile of differ

ent kinds of furs; a box of gold and j silver. They also found the little girl's picture. She was very beautiful and looked to be about two years old. Tom was very astonished, because she looked so much like his sister. Tom took all the pictures, the gold, silver and furs aud all the tilings ho thought would be interesting to his father and sister. The party started the next day for home. It was a glad parly to be homo once again. The first thing Tom did the next day was to show the things to his father and sister. When Tom showed his father the picture of t he Jit tie girl and her father, Tom's father burst out crying and told Tom and his sister all about it. He said that fifteen years igo ho went to tho same mountains and had tho Indians to steal Alice, as was Tom's sister's name, lie said he knew her father and her mother. Alice then wanted to go to the mountain to see her home au when summer came Alice and Iter brother, mother and father went to Alice's old home and spent a happ summer. A Hard Worker Across his desk the sunlight falls And shines upon his hair; His large book casts a shadow as He studies it with care. 'Tis almost forty minutes now, And not a page he turns. lie stares into it fixedly, We wonder what he learns. Now, up in front the teacher sits And watches this one boy; 'Tis strange that his arithmetic Can give him so much joy. The teacher, regist'ring distrust, Thinks he'll investigate. The boy sees him approach his desk, Alas, it is too late! The "Tale of Tom," a horse-thief bold, Is brought to public view The teacher carries it away; The boy looks very blue. Tho boy's classmates have all gone home; 'Tis in the afternoon. He now works on arithmetic. And knows he won't leave soon. B ijamin Bunlsall, Port Chester, New York. MY LITTLE BUBBLE My little bubble is a world Of salmon pink and gold. My little bubble is a world That's neither new nor old. My little bubble is a land That folk have longed to know. But maps, alas, have never shown The proper way to go. Written for the Christian Science Monitor.

OUR FRIENDS, the DOGS

THE VERY GREAT DANE I'lura Morrill Why do children scream and run away from me? I know I am big, bigger even than the biggest wolf, even as high as thirty-six inches and weighing as much as a man. Hut children ought not to be afraid of me. I am especially gentle with them. No dog, not even the Airedale, more so. Besides, I like to play with children. 1 am well known as an excellent guardian. As my no.-.e comes above the edge of the carriage, I can keep a careful eye on tho baby. Many of us are trained to take the handle between our teeth and push or pull our charge away from danger. You

For Girb to Mdce

Homecraft YOUR HOLIDAY TRUNK Carolyn Sherwln Bailey It is not a day too early to begin planning for a happy trunk packing. Never mind if it isn't a new, up-to-date wardrobe trunk. The conveniences that you make for It will carry your vacation wardrobe just as well. Make a bag for every shoo, high or low. Then you can pack thorn as filling in any part of your trunk. Plain linen, in brown, pink or blue, ia the best material, and the bags should be about eight by twelve Inches. Run a tape draw-string in the. top of each. They can be embroidered with cotton floss over papier macho initials. If the linen is difficult to get, use flowered chintz for the bags, and do the initialing in white cotton. Oiled silk is not expensive. Get a quarter of a yard of it, and use a flat, envelope-shaped m ij case to match Uie shoe bags in material, for holding your wash cloth. Then you can pack toilet articles, even if they are damp, in a hurry. Another small, narrow bag, also lined, will do for the comb, and a third, a little wider, for your hair brush. Your trunk, closed in the attic all winter is a roor place in which to pack dainty things fresh from scented bureau drawers. But make two pads of linen or chintz, with a layer of wadding thickly spread with orris powder, one to fit in the bottom of the trunk, and one to fit tho tray. Pack your dresses, neatly folded, on these pads, and you can lift them out, pads and all, and put them in the bureau drawers in hotel or bungalow as dainty as when they started on their journey. Do you know that you can fasten a hat down in the tray, or hat box of a trunk with thumb tacks, and it won't move until you Lake it out? Your flowery Leghorn hat will pack beautifully this way. Roll your stockings and use them for trunk stuffing. Soft and pliable, they are just what you need. Above all, pack tightly. That is tho way to avoid wrinkles and creases. Boys' and Girls' Newspaper Service. will sometimes see one of us standing guard over a go-cart while tho nurse is in some shop. And you can believe that no one is likely to interfere if we are standing by! This is the spirit we show when we have happy homes and good masters, but beware of us if abused or unkindly used! When made ugly, we are probably the most dangerous dogs alive. Even the angry timber wolf Is not more fierce. Wo have terrific strength, but we are aware of it and are not easily led into battle. Both man and dog respect our power. The full bred bulldog is the only breed that will risk a fight with us. There has been considerable debate about our family history but it is at least sure that we are of ancient lineage, since we are pictured on tho monuments of Egypt. Our origin Is in the days of palaces, not of city apartments, in which, by reason of our size, we are ridiculous. We belong properly to the country gentleman. His acres give us range, while our lordly bearing Diencis wun nis wiue waiis, lerraced gardens and sweeping stairways. Boys' and Girls' Newspaper Service.

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