Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 45, Number 243, 21 August 1920 — Page 15

PAGE TintET? THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM HERE'S FIRST HORSELESS CARRIAGE; &&. APPEARED AT CHICAGO r Am IIM IbUJ QUERY CORNER The Junior Palladium Is the children's section of the Richmond Palladium, founded May 6, 1916, and issued each Saturday afternoon. All boys and girls are invited to be reporters and contributors. News Items, social events, "want" advertisements, stories, local jokes and original poems are acceptable and wlU be published. Articles should te written plainly and on one side of the paper, with the author's name and age elgned. Aunt Polly is always glad to meet the children per onally as they bring their articles to The Palladium office, or to receive letters addressed to the Junior Edttor. This is your little newspaper and we hope each boy and girl will use it thoroughly. The editor will try to answer questions rcai'..rs of tlio Junior submit to li'-r. She wjll not promise to amwer all of thorn. The question:! will be answered in rotation, so Jo not expect the answer to be printed in the same wtxli in s, h.cn you send it in. Dear Aunt Polly: Who inven

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY, AUG. 21, 1920

ed the saw? C. C.

Dear Junior-friends: I like Indians, and I suspect you do, too. When I was little, I felt very sorry that I was not an Indian princess. If I had the chance I might even change places with one now, would you? P.ut I am afraid I will never have the chance. I would like to live out doors all the time and ride horseback and do the things Indians did. I was reading about an Indian the other day, Lone Wolf is his name. He is a great deal of an artist and even from the time he was a very little boy he liked to make pictures. All artists, you know sign their names in a corner of their pictures. Can you imagine the way this Indian artist signs his name? He makes two wavy lines and three dots. These dots and lines are supposed to represent a wolf's head. One of his pictures, the one he likes best, is named "The Land of His Forefathers" and the price now placed on this picture is $850. It is said the picture makes people remember the earliest stories about our country, for it is an Indian, with a bronzed, fine thoughtful face looking over a great stretch of western prairie land and down below is the title, "The Land of His Forefathers". 1 think the picture, even if we Just imagine it, for we can not see it as it hangs in an art gallery in Tucson, Arizona, can tell us several things that Americans, as we call ourselves, may well think of. We are often probably tempted to look down on the Indian because he was a savage, to think of him as very fierce and terrible, and to think ourselves very kind because we have given them land in several different parts of the country, reservations we call them. Let us think of the Indian from his own point of view and perhaps he would look much better to us and to those who do not like him. He is a savage, yes, at least he was, but even then perhaps he respected his tribal laws and obeyed them more than many American citizens do their laws today, for it is well known that many, many laws which are on the big law books in our country are very poorly enforced. Time has taught us, too, that the Indian makes a very good citizen when trained, and is very interested in the "white man's" ideas, as Hunting Eye was, the Indian boy of whom you have read in this little paper. He was one of the best soldiers during the war, quick and ready to answer the call of his country and it really is his country, not his adopted country and brave and loyal after he got into service. Were any "white" Americans slackers? I am very much afraid there were some that were. The Indian is fierce, at least was very fierce in the early history of this country. But from his point of view, he probably could not understand the white people who came in and pushed him out, or gave him pretty little beads, or what is far worse, "fire-water" which made him weak and out of his senses and then he would agree to anything. Why wasn't he allowed to live in his own land, the free wild land where all his ancestors had lived? He thought he was right in thinking this and so in order to keep his country he fought in self defense. In fighting, he used his own methods of war and of course they were savage, but bows and arrows and the wild Indian ways were scarcely more terrible than some of the things used in this last war, in which "white ! people" fought. In many places where people wished from their hearts to be kind to the Indians and to treat them fairly, they found the Indians were not nearly so fierce. It is the old story, that even people who can not speak .each' other's language can understand when they think kindly of each other, some way, we do not know exactly how. For myself, I think the Indians, with the right kind of treatment and the right kind of education and training can become some of the very best citizens in our while, great country. The father of Lone Wolf is James Willard Schultz, the man who has written so many Indian books and whose books, many of them, are in our own library. His father is not an Indian, but is the son of a wealthy New York family. When a young man, James Willard Schultz

went out to live in the west and especially to learn about the Indians. He met Na-ta-ki, the daughter of a famous old Indian chief of the Blackfoot tribe, and married her. She is the mother of Lone Wolf. Lone Wolf is very proud of his Indian blood. Na-ta-ki was noted in her tribe for her wonderful work in beads and weaving colored porcupine quills In buffalo robes. Her father, the old chief, was Lone Wolf, too. He was called this because of his ability to make successful raids alone, a thing of pride in his own tribe. When the younger Lone Wolf was only six years old, he was given a box of paints, water colors. With these he used to color pictures made by his old grandfather, the older Lone Wolf. Afterwards he made his own pictures. The older Lone Wolf used to paint scenes of his early life, his hunting trips and fights, on the skins of animals which he tanned. His brushes were the bones of animals sharpened and his paints were vegetable colors. He has tried to live in the east and in cities. He studied art in Chicaeo. But he never could stand city life very long. He always had

to return to the western prairies and the cowboy life. He helped to

break horses when he was 12 years old and has liked it ever since. When In a large city, he gets very homesick for the west and when he can stand it no longer he goes back to his beloved prairies. He i3 now living in Tucson, Arizona My. what a long letter I have written, but, oh. I could write so much about these interesting, fine old people who lived here so long before we found out what a fine country America was. Sometimes I really- almost "wisht" I were an Indian, do you? AUNT POLLY.

Here is the original "automobile" which started the famous "no pushee no pullee" story when it appeared on the streets of Chicago during the World's Columbian Exposition in 1893. The engine is a steam one and used oil for fueL

The lost Will

PART TWO. Here is how the writing looked:

"Stand in corner, turn 6 ft, look

down, and you will see something

that will interest you."

Pauline did not pay much atten

tion to this and so 6he went on at

tending to her work. By noon she

was done. She went to a friend's

house and stayed there all afternoon. That night as she was in bed the writing on the wall in the attic came to her. She wondered if it could be of any importance. Next morning she told her brother George, at the breakfast table, about the queer writing on the wall. He said he had no idea what it was and he would go up and see after supper that night. Right after supper George went up in the attic, and Pauline showed him where the writing was. Then George did as the writing told him. He tried all the corners to see which was the right one. The last one he tried was right. He turned left and took six feet. He then looked down. He did not see anything unusual. lie got on his knees and felt around the floor. He

touched a black mark on the floor

and a board slid back. In this were two pieces of paper. He took one out and read it. It was from James Lloyd. He had written the note about two or three weeks before he died. It said that he (James Lloyd) had been jealous about Mrs. Madison getting most of the will and he needed money badly and stole the will. But he kept putting it off until one day he had an attack of

Dear C. C: Some flint eds.?iT

knives with small teeth were known in Egypt in the 1st dynasty in the reign of Menes, the Fighter, and a bronze saw-notch knife was known in the Third Dynasty in Assyria; both belong to the group of the oldest civilizations we know anything about The first dated saw, however, iron and toothed, belongs to Assyria in the 7th century, B. C Aunt Polly. Dear Aunt Tolly: Do I have any Sisters or Brothers? A. P. Dear A. P.: You have one sister. Aunt Polly. Dear Aunt Polly: Who Invented clocks? When? C. C. Dear C. C Different things to measure time were in existence as long as ever people lived on earth, as far as we know, and clocks, themselves, like so many things in our life today Just grew instead of coming into being all of a sudden and perfect, invented by some one person. The very first clocks we know anything about were water clocks, or clepsydras, which had a dial (the face) and hands which were moved by a current of water. The oldest of these ere supposed to have belonged to the Egyptians. They came into Rome in 159 B. C. After a while someone thought of having a weight to move the hands instead of the current of water, and historians think that "someone" was the old Greek Archimedes.

By the way, in hunting for the answer to your question I found all sorts of interesting things about clocks. Did you know that there are several very wonderful clocks in the world? The story of the one at Strassburg, capital of AlsaceLorraine seems wonderful to me. It tells the hours and days, the passing of the stars, has a calendar which tells the passing of the months. There are moving figures which represent each of the days of the week. If you want to find when the moon is to be new and when it is to be full, you can look at thi3 clock and it will tell you. One

If you put a little loving into all the . Knlw sits on one side of the clock wrirk vnn An and strikes each quarter hour, and

And a little bit of gladness and a i another genius on the opposite side

heart trouble and he then knew he did not have long to live. So he had written the note and will and had hidden it under the attic floor and had written the writing on the wall. The other paper was the lost will. George gave one shout and ran to his mother's room. The family was all in there that night talking things over. George ran in the room and threw the pa

pers in his mother's lap. She read them to the rest of the family whom George was trying to . tell

about a lost will and James Lloyd and the attic floor, until they thought he was crazy.

When they had heard the news,

everybody was talking at once. Rose was the happiest of all, for she knew their mother could have the operation performed.

After this the Madison's didn't

have any boarders, and Mrs. Madison was well. Everybody was happy, for the mother was well

once more. The End. uy Mil

dred Gardner, Garfield school.

little bit of you.

And at little bit of sweetness and a

little bit of song,

Not a day will seem too toilsome;

not a day will seem too long.

Not all guides are truthful, but one of them, in Maine, when asked

if there was good hunting in the

district said:

"Plenty of hunting, stranger, but

mighty little finding.

It's less trouble to do what has

to be dene than to worry over its not being done.

JOHN DONN

The Head and Tail of It "How did the race between the zebra and the giraffe come out?" asked Jinks. "It hasn't been decided yet," said Jarkins. "The giraffe's head came in two feet ahead of the zebra's, but his tail was three ieet behind." Lone Scout

John Donn was a funny old fellah, His heart it was kind and mellah; When it started to rain, He'd say, "Tis Quite plain. That now I must raise my urn-brellah!"

An old gentleman was sitting on the bank of a river, fishing most patiently. Suddenly a most vicious little dog stole up behind him and gave him a spiteful snap thru his pantaloons. "Whew," exclaimed the old man, "I've got a bite at last."

THE POLAR BEAR

Partnership A girl wag showing a visitor a picture. She said it was her uncle. Her little brother looked puzzled when 6he said this and piped in a small voice, "He's half mine, too!" Chester Collins.

Away up north in the snowland, Where the snow is heaped in piles, Where the air is cold, And the sun shines bold, The polar bear sits and smiles. He comfortably sits in the northland And looks o'er the snow for miles.

turns an hour glass at th eend of each hour. And then, what might

give you the creeps, is a figure of Death which strikes- each hour with a bone. At noon, the 12 apostles come out and pass before a figure of Christ, and while they are passing, a rooster above them crows three times. Did you ever hear of such a strange clock? I never have. Aunt Polly. ......

Ruth's Birthday Today is Ruth's birthday. She is 10 years old. Ruth's mother is going to have a surprise. When it was time to have the surprise, her mother took her upstairs and put on her best dress, and then took her down stairs. Then Ruth's mother said, "I will put a cloth over your eyes, and lead you to a

chair."

Pretty soon the door bell began

to ring. Little boys and girls came

In with packages. Ruth asked her mother wliat all this meant. Her mother said, "Wait a minute, dear."

When all the children were there,

her mother said, "Now you may take the cloth off your eyes."

So Ruth did so and she was so

surprised that she did not know

which way to turn. Pretty soon

she found out it was a birthday

party. She had never had a party

in all her life.

There was Esther, Helen, Mary,

Evelyn, Emma, Tom, Ray, Frank,

George and Ben, The children played one game and then they gave the presents. She got two dolls, two books, a fan, a box of candy, handkerchief, ribbon, a pair of skates, a pencil. When all the presents were unwrapped and all , were seen, they had refreshments. They had the party at 4 o'clock. : At 6 o'clock the children went ; home, and went to bed, tired and happy. Catherine Rickels, age 11, . grade 5 A, Joseph Moore school. (Honorable Mention in the Story-' Writing Contest)