Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 45, Number 267, 18 September 1920 — Page 13

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY, SEPT. II, 1920

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THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM

The Junior Palladium Is the children's section ot Die 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 and age 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

Dear Juniors: I found such a good letter that Mr. Cunningham wrote to children through the Junior Red Cross News, that I thought I would just step aside and say, "Mr. Cunningham, you write such good letters, I will let you write to my children this week." So that is what I am doing. Though his letter is especially about Red Cross work, the old giant in the letter can be met and fought with in any place or work, in which you happen to be Enter Mr. Cunningham's letter in part: "Imagine that you are playing the part of young David in this fight, for there is a fight ahead; collect a few smooth round stones of information and understanding from the brook at your very feet, and with your ready sling-shot, fare forth to meet Mr. Goliath. There he stands, huge and hideous at first sight, the composite enemy of all mankind. Look at him without being afraid, for you are learning his weak points; He sways in his heavy armor. His small beady eyes reveal his shallow nature and glare angrily. Now he roars threats at you and displays a pile of sharp weapons at his side. The names of theese weapons are written o them and can easily be read. They are, Dirt, Poverty, Worry, Hatred, Envy, Selfishness, Indifference, Sorrow, Suffering, Disease, Pestilence, and Death. The monster himself suddenlyi discloses his proper name, and by doing so, greatly encourages you. He strikes his breastplate with a clumsy fist and there you see his name clearly. It is in bold letters. . . Could you have guessed it?It is

IGNORANCE! Now you know him know that the filth and misery abounding in the world came from him and his implements of warfare. To know this is half the battle; but not all. You must get rid of his terrible weapons, for they are dangerous things to have lying about. ". . . . Not to know that unclean living conditions are UNCLEAN, largely describes this enemy. But when you KNOW, you partially disarm him. You deprive him of the weapon marked Dirt "How about those other dangerous-looking weapons? You have already scattered some of them in wresting the once called Dirt. You knocked Indifference far, and have broken or damaged Disease. Suffering, Pestilence, Sorrow, and even Death Healthier thinking and healthier living conditions make the weapons Worry and Poverty 6hrink in size, and you cease to fear them, and why there you have kicked allother weapon farther off! Fear was one of them, was it not? "Old Ignorance is losing his weapons fast! You are getting him entirely at your mercy. But it is a "no quarter" fight What about the jagged-looking weapons labeled Selfishness. Hatred, and Envy? What must you learn about them in order that they may not be used against you? Well, you know that each is peculiarly a weapon of Ignorance, even though it appear in the hands of an apparently cultured or scholarly person or nation: is just as much a weapon of Ignorance a? Dirt is. You demolish Selfishness by growing into the habit of unselfishly serving others, and discover in this that you are best serving yourselves, although SELF should be forgotten entirely. In serving others you growto know your neighbors better, and it is hard to hate anyone you REALLY know. "'Bang!' What was that? Well, well, well! That horrible, viciouslooking weapon Hatred EXPLODED BLEW ALL TO TIECES, seemingly by itself. It must have been loaded with many inflammable and combustible kinds of animus. "'Poof!' Was that another? It certainly was! Miserable little Envy was touched off when Hatred blew up. Just a little cloud of green smoke, and not much noise! "Everything is going fine, is it not? Now you will proceed with great joy to make Mr. Goliath himself hard to catch. But "WThy, where is he? "ABSOLUTELY GONE! Austin Cunningham."

A Week's Vacation A year or so ago, when school was out, I went up to my uncle's home in the country He lived near Lynn, and we stayed about a week. Every day we let the horses out

and in the evening we went alter

them. So one evening we rode on a colt. When we came to a ditch, my cousin made her jump over it and knocked us off. One ot my cousins was hurt. He put us back on and then we went on and got the two horses, but when we came back the colt did not jump the ditch. She went clear around and then we came home. The next day we went to the store and on our way back, we went to the mail box. The mail box was in front of the store, so when we

I came out we had our pictures

taken by a man a woman. We went out and picked flowers in the fields and meadows. They had a dog and it played hide-and-seek with us. They said they would give us our picture, but we came away too soon. Florence Watkins, age 11 years, Seventh Day Adventist School.' Honorable Mention in Story Contest.

Listening In

When Bob and I were listening-in We heard the Farallon begin; We tuned up to him and caught his call Out in the Sea where the breakers fall; And he said "Mare Island, do you get me. This is Farallon Island, out In the Sea-o." Mare Island answered, "I have you, Steve, You $end as tho' you needed six months' leave, Have boiled Murres eggs and Penguin stew Proven a diet too rich for you, Or the bicker and cry of ten thousand birds Got on your nerves and rattled your words-o?" Then Goat Island came in, "I got your spark. And thought I heard the Sea Lions bark. And the fog horn's strident monotone, That marks the misty Farallon, They have you stranded, and there you'll stay, Or swim ashore without your pay." Then Farallon signalled SOS, And what he said I can not guess, For the sparks just flew from his aerial, And were sizzling hot as the message fell. A. L. Bolton, in Boys' Life.

TAKES A WELL-BRED DAIRY COW TO JUMP OVER THE MOON

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Mary Thurman and teacher's pet

Mary's Lost Doll There once was a little girl. Her name was Mar'. Her parents were poor. They lived in a little house near a town. One day she went out to play with her doll when she heard a voice call, "Mary." She quickly

laid her doll down and ran to see what was the matter. Just as she ran around a corner of the house, she saw a big snake coming towards her. Just then she happened to think she had left her

doll around the house. She ran around the house to get her doll, but her doll was gone. She ran into the house, crying, and her mother told her not to cry about it. The next day the dog came back bringing her doll. Ruby Clark, age 9 years, grade 4. Honorable Mention in the Story-Writing Contest.

It takes a well-bred, well-fed dairy cow to jump over the moon, according to experts in the department of agriculture, who have illustrated the well known fable in a graphic way. Her sister, the scrub, fails utterly to produce enough butter fat to justify her keep in these days of high costs. This device was inspired by the record of Tilly Alcartra, a California Holstein-Friesian animal which achieved a world's record in producing 33,425.3 pounds of milk in a year.

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WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THIS? According to Bailey's dictionary, the longest word in the English language is honorificabilitudinity, which has 22 letters. But, in "Love's Labor's Iost,", Act IV, Scene 1, the same word, meaning hornorableness, occurs in an even longer form honorificabilitudinltatibus. These words are now obsolete

and are met with only in old plays. The longest words likely to occur.

GIRL SCOUTS GO ON CAMPING EXCURSION

Elain Lardner was captain of the Girl Seoul troop. The troop consisted of IS girls. The meetings were held at Miss Lardner's home. It was a love'y Saturday afternoon and Carol Fenwlck was first to arrive at Miss Lardner's home. She told her a plan that she had decided to take them for a camping trip to the woods. They told the other girls, when they arrived, and they were all delighted at this plan. That night Carol asked her mother if she could go. Her mother said yes. Carol was very happy. The girls made preparations to go. There were ten that could go. They started on Saturday afternoon. After they had reached the woods, all started to find a place for the camp. Lizzie Snyder and Lucile Davis found the place. It was a large open space. The grass was like green velvet, with

many wild flowers near. It was surrounded by lovely, large elm trees. ' This place suited them all. They all helped put up the tent. After supper they all went in the tent and went to bed. The next morning Lucy Ferris was first to wake up. She woke Carol and soon all were awake. After breakfast, Polly Dawson, the youngest of the troop, started out to pick some wild roses. Polly was gone about 45 minutes, when the girls at camp heard cries from her. Carol, who was Polly's best friend, ran to see the trouble. Carol saw a shabby animal after her. "It's a wolf," screamed Carol, but when Polly reached Carol, she saw it was a dog, so all the fright was over. When Polly reached camp she waa still nervous. Lizzie, who was coming from camp, cried out, "What's the matter?" "Oh, not much of anything." answered Lucile, and told her the story. It was a happy and exciting week that followed. Each child left with a happy heart. Thelma Edwards, age 12, Cambridge City. Indiana; Honorable Mention in Story-Writing Contest.

SUNSHINE CAKE Into a dark and rainy day, Stir a cupful of kind deeds; Mix in well some cheery thoughts And a pint of happy seeds. Add good humor the size of an egg, Love enough to make it light ; Bake In the stove of a warm little heart And the cake will be Just right. Jane Grey Synie.

JOKES

JEAN'S JOKE FOR GIRLS The laundress waa ill and could not do the Jones washing this week. "You'll have to sleep in one of sister's night-gowns tonight," said Mother to Jean's little four-year-old brother."What ! " exclaimed Johnny, scornfully, "sleep in a girl's night-

in the ordinary course, are dispro-' gown I d rather go to bed raws

portionableness and incomprehen

sibilities, both of which contain 21 letters. Christian Science Monitor.

LONE SCOUTS MEET The Lone Scout Troop of the First Methodist church planned a meeting at the church Friday evening at 7:30 o'clock. Mr. Robinson was in charge of the meeting.

A ONE-MAN QUARTETTE A celebrated singer was in a motor car accident one day. A paper after recording the accident, added: "We are happy to state that he was able to appear the following evening in four pieces." Boys' Life.

Showing hor the well-bred cow jumps over the moon of her upkeep while tfce scrub falls short.

WEIGHTY First Class Scout: Time hangs heavy on my hands. Tenderfoot: How is that? First Class Scout: Look at the

! big wrist watch I have on.

Mother Puts the Window Up Mother puts the window up And lets the sea wind blow My yelleow curtain round and round. And lightly to and fro. Mother puts the candle out And lets Hie moonbeams creep, En softly winding, silver lines That draw me down to sleep.

If It Were a Newspaper He Could Have Digested the News Blinks: The undercrust to that chicken pie you brought me was abominably tough. Waiter: There wasn't any undercrust to that pie, sir, it was served on a paper plate.

JIM'S JOKE FOR BOYS . Mr. Smith's old college friend dropped in unexpectedly for dinner Monday evening. Mrs. Smith had done her best with the Sunday leftovers. The result was hash. "Huh!" exclaimed Jimmy, as his father said the grace, "I don't see why you ask a blessing for this again. It's the same old stuff we had yesterday!" .

The Man from Kalamazoo A man from Kalamazoo Signed up for a shipyard crew; He worked all his might, To help win the fight What else could a Yankee do?

SAID A MOUTHFUL "Nothing that is false does anyone any good," thundered the orator. "I've got false teeth," said a voice in the back, "and they do me a mighty lot of good."