Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 45, Number 261, 11 September 1920 — Page 15

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM. SATURDAY, SEPT. 11, 1920.

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THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM , The Junior Palladium is the children's section of the Richmond Palladium, founded May 6, 1916, and issued each Saturday afternoon. AH 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 and ago signed. Aunt Polly Is always glad to meet the children personally as they bring their articles to The Palladium office, or to receive letters addressed to the Junior Editor. This is your little newspaper, and we hope each boy and girl will use it thoroughly.

AUNT POLLY'S LETTER

Good Evening, Juniors! How do you feel by now, after most of you have been to school for almost a week? It is pleasant, is It not, to be with your junior friends again, and with your grown-up friends, the teachers? There is so much fun in doing things together. "The more the merrier" is certainly true. The only frog in the pond may have a certain smug, satisfied feeling inside his little green self, in thinking himself the best frog in the place but that does not make him happy. It is being with other frogs if you are a frog, or other folks if you are a human, in fair, good-Bpirited contest that gives joy or zest to life. Remember the knights of King Arthur who fought in so many gay tournaments? What most of us like best, I think, in reading about them is the tournament itself, before we know who is victor. The striving, the contest, is what makes it most interesting. The ending, where it tells that Sir Balan, or Sir Gawain or Sir Lancelot was victor and won his lady love, is only the happy ending of the story. Where we held our breath for interest and, excitement, was during the tournament. It may be easier to take an important place or receive a great honor if one has no opponent or as we usually call him competitor; but it lacks the thrill that comes with a contest. All games and races are enjoyed as long as the contest is a close one. There is no fun in a one-sided game a game where the strong team has no fair opponent. With the beginning of school many new chances of competition

are opened up. We are put side by side with many friends of ours working together and there is always a chance for someone to be the best worker, the best thinker, the best dispositioned, the best athlete or any of the other "bests". If, in a contest, you realize you are below other boys and girls in some line, work bard along that line, and who knows, by next February you may be their equal. We never really know who wins the game until the game is over. No good athlete ever wants a handicap, or anything to make it easier for him to run than his opponents. All he wants is a fair, equally matched contest and his blood dances up and down with the thrill of it. There are all sorts of handicaps in everything, such as depending on money to help win one friends, or on your friend's arithmetic problems which he has solved, to get one a passing grade in school, and oh, ever so many others. But a contestant that is anything at all of a good sportsman, scorns these things as a runner would scorn to start twenty feet ahead of his opponents in a race, or "Babe" Ruth would scorn easy throws in base ball. I rea.d in a popular boy's magazine recently, a story of a baseball team that "faked" an Indian rubber center to their ball in big games, which made it bounce so much that the opposing team could not begin to catch it. For several games, before the trick was discovered, they were marked on the score cards as victors. For the boys of the team who made the cheating ball, however, I feel sure that a great deal of the joy of the game was lost, because they knew there was no chance for any real contest. This week is a big competition week all over the state, for many, many contests will be judged in Indianapolis at the State Fair. Boys and girls, I notice with pride, are contestants in many different kinds of exhibits, and in all reports of the fair, juniors' names take up a great deal of space. They are exhibiting and competing with other Hoosier boys and girls in the raising of pigs and cattle, poultry, corn, wheat, garden produce, as well as sewing, cooking, electrical apparatus and in many other "raisable" and "do-able" things. Many of the things on exhibit in the fair represent months of planning, and working, and watching. And, I would llk-e to ask the boys and girls who win blue or red ribbons, or prizes of different kinds, which they enjoyed most the time when they were trying and planning to be an equal match against some other exhibitor, or the ribbons and the prizes. Which do you think they would say? AUNT POLLY.

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THE CLAN OF NORTH AMERICA

VI. THE CAMP FUNDS Francis Rolt-Wheeler

"I've been wondering," said Bar

ton, the Treasurer, at the meeting of the Council next day, "where we were going to get the funds for

this camp. It's going to take a lot

of capital; several hundred dollars,

any way."

"Ten dollars apiece would be seven hundred dollars," suggested "I'll make the transportation pay

for itself," said Jim.

WilL the Captain. "Sure, we could

all chip in that much."

"And if I don't make a profit

out of the garden, I'll eat nothing

but the weeds," put in Jack.

This has got to be handled as a

business proposition, he said

"Nearly all of us have been going to camp or to seashore for vacation each summer. It never costs our

folks less than tea dollars a week.

That's over a hundred dollars. We

seventy have been costing our fam

ilies seven thousand dollars every

summer. That's a lot of money.

"I've asked the bank if they

would make us a loan of two tbous

and dollars at regular interest

rates, taking as security the names of ten well known men. fathers of fellows in this camp. The bank is willing, and I've got the consent of the men to go on the note. We won't spend all that, nor half of it. When camp breaks up, we'll turn back what's left of the fund

and pay the interest, then divide the deficit among us. If we can run the camp all summer on two

thousand dollars, we'll nave saved this town five thousand dollars and we'll have the whole camp lay-out besides. I suppose it's up to me, as Treasurer, to give a plan. That's my plan." "Not much need to debate about that," said Pierre, from the chair. "Any objections?" None were made. Reframed as a motion, Barton's plan was put to the vote and carried unanimously. On a sound financial policy, the first camp of

the Clan of North America was un

derwritten.

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Baby signboards like this have

been adopted by mothers at Atlantic City and other New Jersey seashore resorts. As many as thirty children are lost in a single day at Atlantic City and these signs are a means of locating the wanderers.

The Lost Princess

JEAN'S JOKE FOR GIRLS

"I had to stay after school to

night," confessed Jean.

"For what? inquired her mother,

"Teacher asked me to name the

four seasons."

"Well, that was an easy ques

tion; couldn't you answer?"

"Yes, I said salt, pepper, must

ard and ginger."

"Cornhusker," the prize pig of

the University of Nebraska agri

cultural college, took an airplane ride fast week from Lincoln, Neb.,

to Milwaukee, Wis. Such an aristocratic nig! It was the gift of the college and of Governor McKelvie

of Nebraska, to Governor Philip of Wisconsin.

Once upon a time in New York City, there lived a lady whose name was Jane Clark or at least that's what the people who knew her thought her name was. Jane worked in a newspaper office where she got very good pay and her work was easy. Jane was always happy with her work and was always interested in it. Now in the state of Washington there lived a man whose name was Herbert Moore. Herbert lived in a little one-horse town on the edge of the coast.His father had a 60-acre farm at the edge of town, and every year Herbert had to do the spring plowing which he did not like to do. He wanted to go to New York City and be a newspaper man. He cared very little for the farm as he thought farm life was too slow for him. When Herbert was plowing he always had a book or paper, and while reading, his team got away from him. This made his father very angry as he wanted

Herbert to be a farmer. But Her

bert's mother felt that the farm

was no place for him.

One day, Herbert took a notion to write a story for a farm maga

zine. After he had finished he sent the story in, and to his sur

prise the story was published. Now this made Herbert want more and more to go to New York. One day he was trying to plow and read at the same time, and at last his horses got away from him. He did not care, just went on reading his book. His father saw the horses running away and it made him very angry and he said that Herbert must leave home at once.

This made Herbert and his mother very unhappy. But his mother got his few be

longings gathered up and put into an old fashioned carpet bag. When

Herbert left, his mother cried and cried. But it did no good for he must leave home. His father would not speak to him for he was still angry at his son for not liking the farm. When Herbert arrived in New York he went to find a room, for it was almost eight o'clock, and he wanted to go to bed early. He wanted to go to the newspaper office the next morning. Finally, after walking down the

streets, he came to a little brown cottage, which looked very com

fortable. There was a sign in the window, "Rooms for Rent" Herbert went up tne walk and knock!

at the door. . A very pleasant lady came to the door. Herbert asked her if she bad rooms and If so, how much per week. The lady said she had one room left and it wasper week. Herbert thought, that very high, but he decided to take the room. Now, Herbert did not know Jane or that she lived in the same house. The next morning Herbert went to the newspaper office, and asked to see the manager. But he was busy and would see no one. Herbert went home very much downhearted. He sat down to his typewriter and tried to think of some kind o( a story to write. But he could not think of any. The next day the manager would not see any one. But the third day Herbert succeeded in seeing him. The manager hired Herbert for $35 per week. And told him to get busy and write ,a story. For it was now Wednesday and there must be a story for the Sunday paper. Herbert sat down to the typewriter but could not think of any-' thing to write. All that day Herbert had bad luck, and the next day, too. Thursday evening, Herbert got acquainted with Jane Clark, and he found out that Jane roomed where he did. Herbert told Jane hia troubles and said that he didn't know what to do. Jane told him that on that afternoon neither of them would have to work. So Jane asked Herbert if he couldn't go boat riding with her and perhaps she could help him. That afternoon, Herbert and Jane went out boat riding. Herbert told Jane how hard he had tried to think of something. He then asked Jane if she knew of anything which would be good for a story. Jane said she could think of only one, and that was that once a princess ran off from her beautiful

castle to come over and live In

America. She left her people and everything she had in her country.

This much of. the story gave Her

bert an idea and he went home and started with the story. By Saturday noon the story was finished. And It was printed in the Sunday paper. Herbert was very happy over his story. At home his mother read the story, and his father was tickled to

think that Herbert would be a newspaper man after all. And most of the neighbors, too, were glad to Ihink Herbert had made a

success at last. The following week on Thursday Jane was crying in her room, and Herbert went in and asked her what the trouble was. Jane told him what little she had told him to help him in his story was a part of her own life, and that

now the Roumanian minister had come to take her back to Roumania for her people were needing her very much. Jane said she didn't want to go back, and she wanted Herbert to help her if possible. Herbert said he would do all he could to help her. The next week Jane and the Roumanian minister were- on the boat, which was to leave in ten minutes. Jane was afraid that she would have to go home, but just then Herbert ran on the deck with a telegram saying that Jane would not have to come back just yet if she didn't want to, for the people would

try to get along without her for one month. This pleased Jane and she left the boat at once. Jane said she was tired of her country, was the reason she left her country. That evening Jane told Herbert all her troubles. Then Herbert told Jane his troubles at home, too. So Jane was the lost princess. In

two weeks after Jane told Herbert

her troubles, they were married at

the St. John's church in New York. They lived in a comfortable cottage on Twenty-first street. Then they went to Roumania to live. Herbert's father and mother were very happy to think that he had maried a princess and had made a man of himself. Ruth Brugger,

Garfield School. Honorable Mention in the Story-Writing Contest.

WhatShalllBe?

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THE BUYER By Elisabeth Matecr , "If you are after money and a rood timft rn in for hnvlni " autna

girl remarked to her chum. "It means trips to New York aud abroad, meeting lots of people, and having a good time all along the way." That is the Impression many poo pie have and it Isn't ' far wrong. Buying is said to be the highest paid position open to any considerable number of girls. Four or five thousand dollars is not unusual and some New York buyers make as much as ten thousand. It Is, a position also that can be better filled by women than by men in most cases. Another advantage is that a girl doesn't have to be a college graduate in order to succeed as a buyer. In fact, the greater number have started in with only - a grammar school education and have worked up through the sucessive stages of

cash or bundle girl, salesgirl, head of stock, and assistant buyer to the much-coveted position of buyer. A buyer is usually the manager of her particular department,, and charged with running it economically, advertising and displaying her goods, arranging and storing It,

LOST Scouts Pat and Mike slept in their boat all night. A fog had risen, and they had drifted. Pat woke first and looked around. Soon he woke Mike up. Mike looked around and then said, "Say, Pat, we aren't here."

. H. S. Dixon, of London, is the world's first "human bird." He has fitted himself up with a pair of airplane wings, which measure 23 feet and 6 inches from tip to tip. Dixon has attained a speed as high as 20 miles an hour with his odd flying machine, which weighs only 47 pounds.

and keeping in close touch with the sales. It is quite necesary, therefore, that she should have experience as a saleswoman first The girl who aspires to the position must have a strong body, a great amount of nervous energy, capacity for hard work, good taste, and executive ability. The competition is keen. Each department of a large, store has its buyer, assistant buyer, and head of stock. A girl may be' assistant buyer for years before her , buyer marries or dies and leaves a vacancy. The girl who is alert and persevering, however, stands a good chance of being promoted to the position of buyer in some other department or in some other store or even in another town, for such positions are no longer confined to the city. Boys' and Girls' Newspaper Service. HOW SPARROWS GO TO BED Come, children, you must go to bed, The sun is sinking low, Let's choose a pleasant, swaying 'bough

To rock you to and fro. That's right, now tuck your heads away Beneath your tired wings. Whatever makes you flutter so, You restless little things? Now, Johnny JerktaiL do be still! Stop teasing sister Sue! Dear me, Hwould make my feathers turn Were all my sons like you! Why, Sally Twitter! I'm ashamed! You're crowding off your brothers! The baby's fallen off his perch! And there go all the others! Now start again and settle down, Just hear the breezes crooning, And listen to the katydids, Their sleeping fiddles tuning. So they are still, each little head Is full of dreams, I know. Come Father Sparrow, look at them, All sleeping in a row;

There never was so fine a brood. So handsome, good and clever, My dear, you should be proud of them, As proud as I am ever! Our Dumb Animal S " .