Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 45, Number 220, 24 July 1920 — Page 14

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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY, JULY 24, 1920

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Tho editor will try to answer li estlrms readers of the Junior submit to her. is lift will not promise to amwcr oil of them. The qti'-stlons will bo answered in rotation, so do not ex poet the answer to be printed In the same week In which you send it In. Dear Aunt Tolly: Why nre there weeds? Jack. Dear Jack:' Perhaps, because they do not know any bettor. Weeds are only flowers and grasses out of place If they could just go id school and find out just what parts of the world they could live In, probably everything would be all right. But they haven't learned their lesson yet. and so we have to keep on teaching them where they may and where .they may not go. The two best ways to teach them Is by using a hoe and elbow grease well mixed together. Some weeds, as daisies, are very pretty, I think, but fanners with fields do not have any use for daisies. So, you see, if all at once It could be announced that all tho weeds would be killed forever If people would just name the weeds they wanted killed, there might be a fuss as to just which ones ought to be killed. But wouldn't gardening be an easy job if there were no weeds? Aunt Polly. Dear Aunt Polly: Where do typewriters come from? C. C. Dear C. C: Many people tried to make type- - writers, French, English and American, but the first really successful typewriter Is an American invention. The patent for this machine was secured by Charles Sholes In 1868 and the machine was called the Sholes and Glidden typewriter. This was bought a few later by tho Remington typewriter people, who, today, are making one of the leading typewriters on the market. Aunt Polly. i The. Clan of North America II. GOOD GOVERNMENT Francis Rolt-Wheeler In the great Juventon controversy, the High school teachers had taken a prominent part in the discussions concerning the Independent Camp. With two exceptions, the teachers had agreed that the plan was possible, if well organized and under trained leadership. Ac cordingly, during the spring term, extra classes were given in Economics and Government, and those who knew they were going to be members of the Camp went to those claaes like hungry lumberjacks going to a meal. During the Easter vacation, a poll had been taken of all those who were able to go. A printed application had been prepared asking the applicant's qualifications as a camper. These must be signed by both parents. Over four hundred wanted to go, but only 70 were accepted; 70 items of young manhood and young womanhood. Did they believe in themselves? To the limit! In the first week of the term, a formal political campaign was undertaken among the seventy. From tho very start there were two parties. The Conservatives advo cated the establishment of the

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This mighty bosalt monolith that rises almost sheer 1,800 feet from the top of a hill twenty-two miles northeast of Sundance, camp on a farm near-the town. The Progressives urged a site for the camp far from the town and on the edge of the Big Woods. For the week of the campaign, the town was in a ferment, for every one, old and young, was interested in the Camp. When the vote was taken, the spirit of youth and optimism showed itself uppermost.! Fortynine votes were cast for the Big Woods, 31 for the Farm. Tho die was. cast. The Juventon Independent Camp was to be really "on its own," not merely a vacationground near home. This meant serious business, and, as a heavy responsibility would fall upon the leaders, the duty of nominating end electing these became of vital importance. Boys' and Girls' Newspaper Service. One Summer Day I sat under a tree one summer day, Watching the farmers making hay. I Heard a noise high in the sky, It was an airplane flying by. The meadow lark that sits close by, The hawk and buzzard flying so high, The turtle dove I love to hear, But the bumble bee must not come near. All kinds of snakes I do not like, They tell me every one can bite; The many snakes I have seen. Some black, some spotted, and some are green. The woods are full of trees green, The many things I have seen, The squirels of red, brown, and gray, I'll never forget that summer day. I started, home at the close of the day, When my heart was young and gay, I will never forget that summer day, As I watched the farmers making hay. Betty Estell, Garfield School.

Devil's Tower. Wyoming, has been set aside as a national monument by the federal povernment. The sides of Devil's Tower are so precipitous

Moui I Got into Bitf Baseball WALTER JOHNSON Pitcher, Washington Nationals "I lived on a farm in Kansas and went to the country school, where we didn't play much baseball. When I was fourteen years old, we moved to California, where they play ball the whole year, and, as soon as a boy was seven or eight years old, he had a ball suit and was playing on some team. "The boys got me into a game as catcher. Our pitcher went to pieces, so they put me in to pitch. I went to High school and pitched a few games. They had a good amateur team where I lived, so they got me to pitch for them. "Then, when I was eighteen years old, I had a chance to go to Tacoma, Wash., to play in the North Western League. Without getting a chance, I was turned loose and went to Idaho, where I pitched for a club at YVeiser and received $100 per month for one game a week. That was big pay for me. "I went back the next summer and was having such good luck, some traveling man. told Joe Cantillon to get me, so he sent a man to sign me up. That was in 1907. I came on, and have been here ever since. Joe Cantillon was managing the Washington club, then. I was fortunate in having a good arm when I came, and best of all, I met fine men who gave me the right kind of advice. With the two, I have more than enjoyed my thirteen years of big league baseball." The first baseball game recorded Is in Genesis when Rebeeca went down to tho well with a pitcher and caught Isaac.

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that it has been scaled on only a few occasions. The first ascent was accomplished in 1903 by a ranchman and his wife. THE SELFISH GIRL When Ethel Brown was nie years old she was sitting at tie window of her beautiful country homvwatching the birds as they sang their sweet summer songs, and ate the ripe, juicy cherries, and looked at the flowers that grew in the yard and around the house. She watched the bees flying in and out of the flowers to get the sweet of them so as to make honey. She was looking at the fields and everything looked so pleasant, when she noticed a pond in one of tho fields with ducks on it, having a nice , time. "Mother," said she that afternoon, "why couldn't I play like that and have lots of fun? It looks so nice to be out." "Why don't you go over and get Wilma and play with her?" said Mrs. Brown, as she was sewing. "Think I would play with her? She hasn't nice clothes and her father and mother are so poor; their house is so tiny and nothing in it to speak of. 1 would rather have some one that has nice clothes. She just has to stay at home and work all the time." "Listen, Ethel," said her mother, "do you know why she has to stay at home and work?" "No, I don't know, and I don't care," replied she. "Here, child, that isn't the way to talk about a poor girl. How would you like to be in her place?" When they were through talking it was evening and too late to do anything, so the evening was long; mother and father seemed cross and everything went wrong. At seven, mother said, "Go to bed, my child, and dream happy dreams." Her mother kissed her good-night and went out of the room. As she was lying in her bed she couldn't go to sleep because something in her heart said, "You ought to help out the poor little girl, Wilma. Instead of going to sleep she rolled and tumbled in bed. Just then her mother came in and asked what the matter was. "Thero Is something in my heart that says I ought to help poor little Wilma and not be so selfish," said Ethel. "You can think that over tomorrow, so go to sleep, for it is now nine o'clock," said life. Brown. "Good-night, mother," and she fell asleep. The next morning Ethel was up bright and early. The sun was just beginning to peep and the flowers were beginning to open. She didn't sit by the open window this time, but did up her morning work, thinking what to do for Wilma. "Mother," said Ethel about nine o'clock, as she was coming up from the cellar, "May I go over and get Wilma and have her stay all day and all night?" "Yes, dear, that will be a nice plan, indeed. While you are going to get her, I am going to send a few things to Wilma's mother. Take this basket. Theia is some butter, a loaf of bread, in it and a

few other things, bo don't let th butter get in the sun." "I won't,' answered Ethel, and awayAhe went. In about an hour the two little girls came back homo, and Wilma didn't look very happy, so Ethel's mother raid, "Come here, little girl, I want to tell you something." In a whisper, she said, "I have some clotheHvfor yon." Then her face brightened. Ethel and her mother then put tho nice, clean clothes on Wilma., and she hardly knew how to thank them; she Just thanked and kissed Ethel and her mother. So, that afternoon, the two little girls wont to the pond and played all afternoon. Wilma had a very nice time Hint afternoon and when she was ready to go homo tho next day, Mrs. Brown gave her a basket of clot lies that were too little for Ethel and also new clothes. She ami her mother were very glad to give them away and it pleased Wilma and her mother. After that (lay, Wilma was very happy because Ethel and her mother tried to help them cut all they could. They wero always good friends. Ethel said to her mother, "it does not pay to be selfish, does it?" "No, my child," sai dshe. "I will never be selfish and will always try to help." Ethel was happy because she was not going to be selfish. It always pays to help and be kind to one another. Miss Frances Healton, age 14, Economy Public School. Honorable Mention in the Junior Story-Writing Contest.

TV For Boys to Make Handicraft Making a Wardrobe Chest By Grant M. Hyde For one or two dollars, any boy can make a wardrobe chest, so useful and attractive that it will find a place in the finest bedroom. It isn't likely that his mother will let him sell it, but, if she does, he will make a good profit. This is how to do it: Go to a drygoods or shoe store and get a good strong box, 32 to 42 inches long, 18 to 24 inches wide, and 12 to 18 inches deep. Nail tightly all loose boards to make it as strong as possible. If necessary, get some' good three-quarter inch boards from another box for the lid; fasten them together with two or three stronf cleats on the under side, making a solid lid that fits exactly and lies evenly. It must be strong because someone will be sitting on it every day. Nail the lid in place lightly; screw on two hinges; pull out the nails; and the top part of the box is done. Next, turn the box upside down and put a castor on each of tho four corners. The ball-bearing castors that are fastened on with screws are bst. Examine the box again and complete the work of carpentry by smoothing off all rough edges and corners. Cover the box insido with cloth stretched tightly and fastened on with small tacks. Any good fabric of a serviceable color will be all right; denim is good. It is best to put some cotton padding under the cloth that covers the lid. If the work is neatly done, and the color of the cloth matches the color scheme of the room where the box is to be kept, the result will be as fine a chest as any mother will want. WANT ADS FOR SALE Girl's bicycle in fairly good repair. Telephone 4764 or call 800 National Road West

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