Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 45, Number 255, 4 September 1920 — Page 15

THIS RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY, SKPT. 4. 1920.

PACE THREE

THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM

The Junior Palladium Is tha children's section of fhe 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 will be published. Articles should be written plainly and on one side of the paper, with the author's name tnd age tinned. Aunt Polly is always glad to meet the children perlonally 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

Good Evening, Junior folks: Isn't it lucky that the first Monday in September is a holiday? If it were not, several thousand boys and girls would be scaring the sleeping school yards out of their wits on Monday instead of Tuesday as it really will be. Labor Day, as this holiday is named, gets to be a bigger day in the calendar every year, because nations everywhere are getting prouder and prouder of their workers all the time, whether they work- with their heads more than their hands or whether they work with their hands and their heads together. Perhaps there are some people that work without their heads, but we do not like to think of headless people, whoo! it gives me the shivers and makes me thing of Mary Queen of Scots and some of the other famous people who lost their heads. People soon get out of the way of being important withut their heads, it takes people with heads on their shoulders which can work, the heads we mean to really "do" things. If heads were only for ornaments some of our heads would be in the scrap heap before the day after today was over. To have two heads that can work and work well, and one set of brains in more or less good working condition to boss them, and two eyes to see the results of your work is more wonderful, it seems to me, than to have some fairy godmother drop a great big fortune of gold pieces all of a sudden into your lap. It gives a person a thrill of joy, when he tells himself very seriously that he must use his head and hands to make enough money to take care of himself and others for whom he cares, that no sudden fortune is coming to him or that no wish is going to make a man of him all at once, to tell himself that and to hear himself give the quick, glad answer, "That's just what I want to do!" I hope you can make that last sentence out. It is just a person talking to himself, two people in one, so to speak. It is fun to talk to yourself and to hear yourself answer. Try it. Of course, this does not mean that the people who are overworked are happy any more than the horse was happy which I saw the other day, dragging very slowly a cart too heavily loaded with bricks. It is sad to think of all the people who drag out this wonderful lifetime we

have, trying to get enough money to feed ana clotne tneraseives ana their families. Food and clothing make up such a tiny part of life, really. They are just like the oil that feeds a big machine, it is needed, of course, but it is the motion of the machine and what it can do, that really counts. We hear grownups nowadays talk a great deal about "labor" and "capital" as a giraffe of the southern jungles might speak about a polar bear that lives up in the land of ice and snow that it has never seen as if they were two very different groups of people, when really both' groups are full of real live human beings very much like ourselvespeople who could like each other and trust each other if they onlv dared to get acquainted. Only a year ago, in August and September 1919. $41,272,000 was lost in wages and $4,127,000 was lost in profits' because of strikes or "fusses" between these two groups of people. I suppose you have read about the Magical Monarch of Mo, whose head was bitten off by the Purple Dragon. You remember he tried a dough head 2! a wooden head and a candy head but none of them would do The candy head melted in a lemonade shower, the wooden Sd would not smile and the dough head rose like a loaf . of bread rises. 3 baked in the sun. He just had to have his own head back and when he got it back again, how glad he was! tn. Keir,oaa nnd pnvprnment has to have a head. If you plan

and work and save your money and your disposition-do not forget about the disposition-and believe in yourself and the folks around you, you will probably he head of something some day. One of the keys that will help to open the big door of success in business is to be able to work hard and to work well, and one of the keys to success in life is to be able to work well, in some big work in which you are interested. I admire the boy and the girl and the grownup wherever he is

found who can do his line of work well. Cheer up, you Juniors who do not want to see school begin, people tell us that work makes us happy! So perhaps the worst Is not "yet to come", after all, though it may seem like it next Tuesday morning. And I really believe it DOES make folks happy to work, because I have tried tt! AUNT POLLY.

Mr. Piggy Goes on A Bit of A Journey A True Story In the year 1917 my brother-in-law was working in the country. One day the fanner he was working for said to him, "Here, you can have this," and gave him a littlo brought it home and put it in the shed. On Sunday we went out to feed it and it was gone. There was a woods close by, so my sister and I went over in the woods to look for it. There were some other little girls playing in the woods. So we asked them if they had seen a pig and they said "No." After awhile we forgot about it. One of the girls suggested that we make a playhouse, so they all said yes, and went on a little piece farther, hunting a place for our playhouse. After awhile Thelnia, one of the girls, espied a big place down in the ground. We all said that would be just the place for our play-house. We started to go down in it, when we saw something crawling along on the ground. We soon found out it was a snake. My sister started to go down in the hole to pick it up, when we let out a yell that brought our brother-in-law to us, and he was just in time to stop my sister from picking the snake up. On Monday morning at breakfast he told us he thought we had found

the pig. Monday night, when he was coming home from work, he

happened to stop at a neighbor

lady's homo to buy a chicken for Tuesday dinner, when he saw a little pig. He asked her where she got it and she told him it had just

strayed there. He explained how the farmer had given it to him, and she gave it back to him. The

End. May Paxton, age 11, grade

6B, Findley school. Honorable Men

tion in the Story-Writing Contest

LITTLE TEXAS RANGER WINS A PRIZE

Johnny, the Runaway Ten-year-old Johnny was seized with the desire to run away. He soon put it into action when his mother went out to do a morning's shopping. He got out his father's old sweater and fishing rod, filled a bucket with goodies, and secured a blanket from his bed. The latter was to be used in making a tent. Thus laden he set out for the nearby wood which was to furnish his hiding-place. We next see him dangling his legs in the cool water of the brook, in his hands he holds the fishing rod. Bob bob the cork goes under and Johnny begins to jerk the line vigorously. Snap! A broken rod! And Johnny with wide open eyes stares at the end of it as it floats out to the middle of the stream. The water being rather shallow, he jumps; in and starts to the rescue of the rod. He has not gone far when he utters a scream and turns limping toward the bank.

As he drags himself on dry land he shakes his left leg fiercely. On the big toe hangs a greenish gray ob

ject with two pincer-like claws, one of which holds tightly to Johnny's toe. The crawfish (as you may know it to be) not liking the shaking, soon drops off, bi't not without leaving its mark. A small red ribbon decorated Johnny's toe. After this, Johnny leaves the sports of the water and attacks the

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BOY SCOUTS DECORATE U. S. SOLDIERS' GRAVES IN FRANCE

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Three hundred American Boy J rope, recently visited the Amer- t Scouts who art now tourbg SLicaa cemetery in Belleau .Wood,

France. They decorated graves with flower

Dasket of goodies. We now see him eagerly devouring a large Jelly sandwich. He does not eat all of

his lunch, however; he saves part

for supper. This, wrappped in a

large napkin, he carefully places in the fork of a small tree. He then

starts out on an exploring trip.

He is gone for more than an hour, and, on coming back, discovers that his lunch has disap

peared. He searches the vicinity, but nowhere can he find that

precious lunch.

A tangle of bushes near by offers some delicious-looking berries, and Johnny in despair,, catches up his

basket and starts towards it, think

ing this the only chance for a

supper.

As he puts out his hand to take

a cluster of bright-red hemes, something glides by him. He looks

down, to see a slippery, slimy

snake. Johnny needs no second

look, and, dropping basket and

berries, he turns and runs. He stumbles over the root of a tree

and falfs in a heap. He does not

get up and rush madly on as he would like to. He lies there, too paralysed with fear to rise. It is dusk and still Johnny's prostrate form lies where it fell. Night comes on with its soothing black

ness, DUt now a figure bends over the little heap and Johnny's father lifts him in his arms and carries him home. Nothing was said by either father or mother concerning the runaway next morning, but both thought that Johnny would never enter upon such an enterprise again. Margaret Nice, 8-A; 32 Westcott Building. Honorable Mention in the Junior Palladium Story-Writing Contest.

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RIDDLES FOR JUNIORS

SOME TWISTED NAMES FOR DIFFERENT MAKES OF AUTOMOBILES 1. rpkdaac. 2. rfdo. 3. nhacrdel. 4. dgdeo. 5. kebui. 6. dorvnael. 7. onmmra. 8. eswtttoc. Contributed by F. L. , If you cannot set these names up right, we will do it for you next week. ANSWERS TO LAST WEEK'S RIDDLES Tree Puzzle Fir, spruce, locust, hackberry, cottonwood, birch, osage and aspen. Catherine Fye. L Tent 2. Train-

PUZZLE CORNER

Alfred Tennyson was born August 7, 1809.

1. Jack was an artist and wanted to draw. Said his landlord sharp as a weasel: "Your is up, so pay more rent. Or out you shall go with your 1" The missing words have the same five letters. 2. A girl's name common to a tiger. And to a pretty pussy-cat, Beheaded of one letter. Leaves something run much better. By the lean than by the fat; Remove just one Initial more You'll find a hero of the war Who shuns the praise of mighty bards And hides now in a deck of cards. 3. Why can you never rely on a stuti . tering boy? I

Why are blacksmiths frequent law-breakers?

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Answers will foe published in;

next Saturdays edition oi in

Junior Palladium.

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