Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 45, Number 226, 31 July 1920 — Page 14

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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY, JULY 31, 1020

QUERY CORNER

The editor will try to jinswer questions readers of the Junior submit to her. Him will not promise to answer all of them. The questions will be answered In rotation, se do not expect the answer to be printed In the ssnie week In which you scud It In. Dear Aunt Polly: Is a patient always patient? R. D. Dear R. D.: No! Some are anything but that. Still, it Is really very hard to be patient -when you're sick, because that Is what a patient is. It ia nice to think, though, tha the name was given to a sick person because so many of tliera were able to enduro suffering, sometimes very intense suffering without fretting and groaning. Don't you think so? Aunt Polly. Dear Aunt Tolly: . When was the first mummy made? D. B. Dear D. B.: The ones that we know of seem to have been embalmed (for that is the way they made mummies: put spices and oils and other things on the bodies of people who had died, so that their bodies would be as nearly like live bodies as possible) about 4500 B.C. Aunt Polly. Dear Aunt Polly: Who made the first pie? Bob. Dear Bob: "Fee-fl-fo-fum, I smell the blood of an English man!" Yea, it was in England that the pie first grew, or, rather, we should say, was made. But Americans took it up eagerly and have made it of so many things and in so many different ways, that it is thought of today in many parts of the world as an American dish. Anyway, it "sure am good," most any way. Don't you think so? Aunt Polly. The All Round Girl Red Cheeks and Pep A WALK IN THE RAIN By Mollie Price Cook "You're always starting something, Vera! I do wish you'd be quiet." "But, Mother, suppose I were an old stick-in-the-mud! I'm sure you'd rather have mo the way I am." " I suppose I would," agreed Mrs. Turner, "but you'll really stick in the mud if you go on that jaunt." "What's the girl up 1o now?" asked Vera's father. V3he wants to go out in this pouring rain and all the mud! She'll get all wet and catch cold and maybe have the Flu and worry me to death!" "Of course, I'll get wet, Mother, but I'll soon get dry again. These rains are warm. The trees and animals enjoy the rain; then why shouldn't 1? Please let me go. The other girls are going." "Let her go," said Mr. Turner, "fix her up in a lot of old junk, and ehe'll be all right." So Vera had her way. She put on an old pair of shoes, woolen stockings, an old cloth skirt that could be washed, a middy blouse, and Brother Jack's old coat and cap. Five other girls in the neighborhood eri decked out in the same way

ami all six of them made a rare rainy day eight. They met the doctor on the street. "Fine!" he said, "I can see some folks who won't need any

medicine this spring! But don't' stay in your wet clothes wlren you! get home!" j And their clothes were wet! ; They walked eight miles in the rain, through the suburbs and into the country. When they got home, they left their shoes at the kitchen door, and undressed on newspapers spread over the bathroom floors. A warm tub, a shampoo and dry clothes, and six rosy-theeked girls set the dinner tables in their homes, none the worse for wear, and with ferocious appetites. Each and every one declared that a walk in the wettest kind of rain ia the best sport for girls. Boys' and girls' Newspaper Service. FAIRY TALE RECORDS IN FAIRY TALE BOOK After awhile children may really have a world of their own to live in, Instead of trying to hold on to the grownups' world as it swings around, very much as the child holds on at the end of t.e line of a group of larger children playing "crack the whip." For a long time children have had their own department in public libraries; now, in some parts of the country, and the number of places la increasing, children have their own newspapers, where they read what children in many other localities are doing; and, they are beginning to have their own departments in other lines, too. For instance, there ia, in Seattle, Washington, a special little moving picture house for children where films that children enjoy are shown. In smaller cities, as in Richmond, films for children are run once in awhile, and perhaps-in some places they are run once a week, or once a month, a whole afternoon's en tertainment and every bit just for children, ft is a good idea. Do you not think so? The popular phonograph or talking machine which is in so many American homes, nowadays, and through which one may become on speaking terms with some of the very prettiest and best music that has ever been written, is often placed on exhibit nowadays in a children's room decorated with children's pictures, and with chairs and toys just suited to children. In fact, the exhibition rooms in many parts of the country include a real children's room where only records which children can enjoy are heard. One local music dealer, Mr. Weisbrod, is planning to make just such a room in Richmond. Even the records are dressed up in' attractive dresses, different from the plain brown envelope in which grownups' records appear. One local firm has children's records in books story books, and the song on the record is played as a part of the story. Another local dealer has the records in books, too, with fairy tales, and other stories in Uiem; and then, they havo some smaller records dressed up in a most unusual dress. The record which tells about the lion is right inside a real cardboard picture of a lion, and when you play the record, the lion goes around and around, too, lor you see he Is attached to the record. There are tigers, and girls, and little colored boys with water melons, and many other interesting things. So, you see, at least two music houses in our own little city realize' that stories and pictures are much more fun when they come with music, and music much more en joyable when it comes right in the midst of an interesting story in a book where every page is covered with pictures. Will it not be nice to live in a world that just suits us, and in a world that we just suit? Perhaps we shall, some day. CRICKETS ON A STRIKE The foolish queen of fairylar d From her milk-vfhite thronu in a lily-bell, Gave command to her cricket-band To play for her when the dew-diops fell. But the cold dew spoiled their instruments, And they play for the foolish queen no more. Instead, those sturdy malcontents Play sharps and flats in my kitchen floor. Vachcl Llnasey.

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CHAPTER V. A New Discovery Since the K. O. D. S. club had been organized, Agnes, Billy and Al had fever chances to keep their doings secret. They had named themselves the 'Silent Workers' of the K. O. D. S. club. They had attempted to get into Mystery House again but always they found they were being watched by some member of the other group, which had been named the "Wonders." One day Sarah Bet them all to work bringing jelly glasses up from the cellar, for she was making Jelly. The 'Wonders' took advantage of the opportunity and so crept away somewhere. When the "Silent Workers" heard of this they sent Al. out to spy and Agnes and Billy were left alone to do the work. Soon all the glasses that were on the shelf were carried into the kitchen. "Now, we're done," announced Billy. "Done!" exclaimed Sarah, "Yo' all doan mean to tell me dat's all do glasses down dere?" "But that ia all," said Agnes. "Yo' chillern all done got no eyes," Sarah said. "Youse go right down dere in dat cella and' Dnd me mo' glasses." So Agnes and Billy trotted down cellar again to hunt for the glasses. Finally they found some in a little room at the end of the basement. This room was quite different from the others for, instead of a stone wall it had a pretty wooden wall made to look like small doors all around the room. "This is a dandy room," said Billy, "If 'twas In my house and not in the cellar, I would make a den out of it," "Yes, I like it, too," said Agnes. "I wonder why it is so much nicer than the other rooms?" "Say, aren't you goin' to help me with these glasses?" Billy asked. "Billy! Look!" she said, ignoring hia question. "Well, I'm looking, but I don't see anything," he responded. "Come hero, and you will," she said, and Billy walked over to where sho was standing. She put her finger into a space between two boards. "Now, look in there," she said, pulling them out again. Billy then looked into the space and saw a little white button. lie pushed on it and behold one of the imitation doors swung open! "A secret door!" they exclaimed. "Maybe there is a lot of them," said Agnes. Billy went around the room, hunting for another such discovery as he had found. "There isn't another," he said, finally. "Now I see why this was made this way. If they'd made only one door why, anyone could see the purpose of it; so they made the whole room look like this one door." They peered into the place where the door had opened and saw only a dark passageway. They crawled through the little door and it immediately shut again. They went on and on not a bit of light was there to guide them, when suddenly Billy, who was in the lead, stopped. "What's the matter?" asked Agnes. "I can't go Any farther," he replied. "It stops here." "Maybe there is another door here," she said. They felt around for a button or something that would open a door, but found none. Agnes stepped almost up to the end of the passageway when suddenly, a door flew open. "How queer," said Billy. "Did you find a button?" "No," replied Agnes, "I hadn't even touched it when all of a sudden, it flew open." "Step aside a minute,' lie said. Agnes stepped aside and the door shut again! Then Agne3 stepped back to where she was and again it flew open. "Ah," said Billy, "I see now. Agnes, hold the door so that it'll not shut if you step away. That's it. Now look right where you were standing. See that round piece of wood in the ground? Well, when you stepped on it with your heel it opened the door and when you took your heel off it closed it. Now, let's see where this door goes to." They crawled out and found themselves in a closed-up place just barely

room for two, or, in other words, it seemed as if they were in a tall j

am' narrow box. Billy tapped the sidea of the box like place and a he touched one end, it slid down Into the ground. Another secret door! They stepped out and "Billy!" exclaimed Agues, "we're in the furnace room of the Mystery House!" "So we are," said Billy. "The box-like place that wc just caino out of looks like it belongs to the furnace, but it doesn't." "I wonder if Noiene, Hal and Al know that there is a Becret door in their own bouse?" "I hope not," replied Billy, "for now we'll have no troublo gettin' into this house without being discovered." "Yes," said Agnes, "but we'd better go back now or Sarah will be wanting those glasses." They had no trouble getting back and had just stepped out of the secret door when Sarah called from the cellar stairs, "Hey, you, chillern, I'se bin waltin' long 'nough lo' dem jelly glasses." "We're coming, Sarah," they answered. Julia R. Burr. Continued next week. There was an old lady of Lott, Who did her hair up in a knot; When asked if 'twas easy, She said in tones wheezy, I'd as soon knot it up as I'd not.

VACATION TIME

When the bright golden summer comes rolling around, With its wonderful freedom and ease ; When all the fresh green things spring up from the ground, And grammar school tyrannies cease, We pack up our baggage in June or July, And start for our grandparents' farm, Where the big silent river flows peacefully by And brooklets contribute their charm. Where there's daffy-down-dillies and violets blue, And bluebells to color the steep ; And Jack-in-the-Pulpit is waking up, too, To preach all his neighbors to sleep. The wilderness creatures are rearing their young, And feathered folk feather their nest ; While the sweetest of melodies trip from the tongue, Poured forth from the happy young breast. Then, the very first morning, when grandmother calls,

We jump out of bed with a will To put on our jumpers and blue overalls And start for the colored sandhill, Where there's red sand and green sand and orange and white All piled up in soft-colored peaks ; And we each take a bottle and fill it up tight In pyramids, circles and streaks. Then we carve our initials and hollow out glades And round off a bright colored dome ; And see who can find the most colors and shades To show to his playmates at home. And we range through the woods, with our arrows and bow, And its deep haunting dangers enjoy, Like the Indians did in the days long ago, When Grandfather Tubbs was a boy. But the wonders of nature are next lost to sight As we tun: to the things near at home, And explore all tire barnyard with youthful delight, While its orchards and gardens we roam. And we ramble o'er fields, under azure-blue skies, And climb on the pasture-lot gate, Where the long-legged calves stand, with obstinate eyes, And bawl 'cause their dinner is late. And, of course, we go down to the green river bank To fish 'neathhe cottonwoods' shade, And gaze at the spot where the Davenport sank, When Grandma was just a young maid. Then the leaves start to color in scarlet and gold And ripened fruit drops to the ground, And it's back to the schoolroom and comrades of old, For the autumn is rolling around. By Lindsay g. Lucas.

RIDDLES FOR JUNIORS

1. Twisted Names: Cnarfsi, ojnaein, lodlie, yarm, naej, nana, siuelo, hleto, nlikanrf, hretas, lserhac. Mildred Godlin, age 14. TAKE OFF THEIR HEADS! 1. Behead a word fol a piece of furniture and havo a word that ia a synonym for " can." 2. Behead a word that meana succeed and have a word that ia never out. Answers to Riddles of Last Week: 1. Because it was soft coal. Catherine Sharkey. 2. Friend. 3. Scoop. 4. Rookie and cookie. THE LAWN MOWER Old Mr. Wobble-Wobblo travelin 'crost the lawn Sometimes beats the robin bird at welcoming the dawn. There are baritones and tenors gayly warblin' round the place. Old Mr. Wobble-wobble sings a littlo bass. Old Mr. Wobble-wobble when the twilight falls Thinks he sings as sweet as any mockin' bird that calls. I'd like to hear his music underneath the sun or moon If he didn't undertake to keep me dancin' to the tune. Washington Star. The Officer( to a new sentry) "If you saw an armed party approaching, what would you do?" The Sentry "Turn out the guard, sir." The Officer (facetiously) "Right; and if you saw a battleship coming across the road, what would you do then?" The Sentry "Report to the 'orspital, sir, for a medical examination."

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