Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 45, Number 279, 2 October 1920 — Page 13

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY, OCT. 2, 192IJI

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THE JUNIOR PALL A PI U M The Junior Palladium is the children's section of the Richmond Palladium, founded May 6, 191C, 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: How would you like to be in a great big ship going for a trip over the water and stopping at several different countries along the way? I can just hear you all say how fine it would be. And that is what I think, too. I think It would be the very nicest thing in the world to be out on the ocean, taking a long, long boat trip. Still I have heard folks say that when you come to the place where the wish you have been wishing for a long time is really coming true, some shadows are apt to come floating in to cloud your planning. This is just what happened to several hundred Russian boys and girls recently. They had a chance to get on a big boat and go from Siberia in Russia almost all around the world to their home city of Petrograd, and Btop for a few hours at the United States and some other countries they passed on their way home, and still, we are told, they are not happy about it. The reason is that they are all 780 of these Russian boys and girls are away from home, and somehow nothing wonderful has yet been found by the fairies which makes people quite so happy as a home, one's own home. These children were sent by the Red Cross from their homes in the big city of Petrograd in 1918, to Siberia, because there was more food for them in Siberia than where they lived. There is plenty of food for them now in Petrograd, and so they are to go back to their homes. But there is so much fierce fig;htlng in Siberia, that it was not thought safe for them to go to their homes the short way, which Is across Siberia, so they are taking a boat and going a long, round-about way, a Journey of 20,000 miles. America lay in the path taken by the boat and so, the children were allowed to get a tiny glimpse of our country in the port of New York. But it Is said, that in spite of all these good times, the children are not happy; many of them are as homesick as can be, for some of them have not even had letters from their parents and friends at home for many months. Never having been very far from home for a long time I can not say for myself but I have heard other people say that when one is really homesick one feels worse than if he had eaten a whole peck of green apples, and has as bad a headache and stomachache and toothache and earache as you can even think of, for it is an ache that comes in your heart, and folks say that kind of ache is worse than all other sorts of aches. From the time when people lived in jungles and chose a nice limb of a' tree to sleep on, there were certain parts of the country that they knew better than others and certain trees they liked better, which they called home. The old vikings used to celebrate when they came home from their long wanderings and great "processions and games and celebrations are held whenever warriors return from their wars and it has

always been that way, whether people come home alone or in crowds. Isn't it fun when daddy or mother or brother or sister has been away for a day or a week or maybe a month, and comes home? Everybody feels sort of happy and excited, fion't they? And one of the best things about coming home is that they are always glad to see you, whether you failed in something big you wanted to do or whether you succeeded, whether you are as happy as a singing little bird that flies wherever it wants to or whether you are as blue as the deepest indigo blue at the end of the dullest rainbow. It is funny how home is different from other places, but is IS. We will all be glad to hear when these boys and girls of Russia get home again, and we know they will be too, just too glad for anything. AUNT POLLY.

BABE NEVER BLOWS HIS .OWN HORN; THIS

Babe in the act of pushing wind into and noise out of said horn. They were good, husky basa notes that Babe Ruth blew on this horn the other day before a Yankee Rarne, albeit a bit discordant. The boys' band from St. Mary's school, where Babe J learned baseball and discipline, has been traveling with the Yankees to help raise funds for new ' school buildings. Babe helps the boys in their efforts by appearins: wit,h them at the games and ( at the concerts. When one of the boys sucjjested Babe try playing i t-? big bas3 horn Ruth couldn't refuse him.

Study Problems fy Solved

Starting Trut Theme V.y KATHAKINR TAYIjOU l'Yarieis W. 1'arktr School If you were starting out to explore an island, would you just wander about till you thought you had seen it all? No. You would first sit down and plan your journey. You would go about it with some sort of system. When you write a theme, you are exploring a subject with your mind. It ha3 boundaries, high points that staud out, and low places that you ought to know about ju.st like your island. Be sure then to plan your journey. If you don't, you are liable to get lost and certainly you will not know when you have finished your journey. The first thing to decide is the point of view from which to write. This will be determined largely by the people for whom you are writing. You are writing a theme on baseball. Are you writing for people who never saw a baseball and know nothing about the game? Then you must explain very carefully and completely the main points of the game. Go at it with this idea: "They don't know anything about baseball and I must make it so plain to them that they can't help but understand it." Are you writing for people who see no fun in the game? Then you must show your readers the fun and excitement of hitting a liner over the center fielder's head, of catching a runner napping off second base, or of making a home run. Next, arrange the points you intend to make in the form of an outline. If you do not do this, you may drag the poor reader on an aimless journey which ends nowhere and convinces him of nothing except that you don't know how to write. You are now ready to start writing. Use your outline to suggest the road. Remember you are exploring the road for your readers to follow. Make it so plain they can't miss it. Write your own ideas, simply and clearly, with your reader always in mind, and you'll be surprised to find that getting out that theme is so much easier than you thought. (Boys' atid Girls' Newspaper Service) Thought for Today A kind heart is the joy of everyone who comes in contact with it. Catholic Sentinel. ONE'S BORROWED

WHEN JUNE AND TOM LOOKED FOR FAIRIES

June was a girl of 9 years and was considered very good looking. She had a brother, whose name was Tom. Their father and mother, with the two children, were staying at a summer resort in Maine. Their winter home was in Omaha. One day when Tom and June wore playing In the sand on the beach, a man with black hair, cold grey eyes, and wearing a shabby suit and a slouch hat, asked June where she lived and what her name was. She told him her name was June and that she lived with her father and mother over at the large hotel. He then walked on. One day, when June's aunt came to see them, the children asked her to tell them a story. She told them a story about fairies. She told the children that the fairies would come out to dance on the night of July 27. It was about one week that they had to wait. But the week passed quickly by. On the night of July 27th, the moon was bright and clear. The children were sent to bed the same as usual. Tom could not sleep for he was thinking about the fairies. When it seemed about midnight, he slipped into June's bedroom and awakened her. She sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes and wanted to know what Tom wanted. He said: "Don't you remember, this is the night the fairies dance for us?" She slipped on her bathrobe, for they fancied they saw fairies and gnomes dancing in the moonlight in the yard. They slipped out the front door. June said: "Oh, Tom, you have frightened the fairies away by making too much noise." So thy said, "Let's hide behind some trees." June cot beh inrl nun tree and Tom. behind another. They waited and waited for the iaines to come out and dance. They waited so long that they both iuii asieep. When June woke up next morn ing sne lound to her surprise that she wag sleeping on a dirty blanket in a gypsy wagon. She started to cry. and in walked the tall an whom she had seen on the beach a few days before. He threatened to whip her if she didn't stop crying. But a young gin sieppeu in the wagon and said: father, don't talk so cross to tne little girl; she isn't used to it." He also threatened her if she didn't be still. After the man left the wagon the young gypsy girl strolled softly in and patted June on the cheek and said she would be her friend. June asked the gypsy girl what they were going to do with her. She told June they were going to noia her for a ransom. But the gypsy girl told her she would help her escape in the morning, while her father went to town. The gypsy girl kept her promise and told June to run until she came to a large white house, so she ran and ran, until she came to the house described by the gypsy girl. She knocked at the door and it was opened by a lady with a smiling face. She said: "Well, my dear, what is it I can do for you?" June explained the story of the gypsies. They took out their automobile. Mrs. White (for this was the kind lady's name) sat in back with June, while Mr. White drove the car. Mr. White noticed a wagon coming down the road and thought it looked like a gypsy wagon. He told Mrs. White to hide June under the robe which was in the bottom of the automobile. As the wagon drew nearer, ho Baw it was the gypsy, who asked Mr. White if he had seen a little girl. Mr. White said, no, that lie hadn't; so, the gypsy rode on, thinking he spoke the truth.. When they reached home, June's mother was more than glad to see her and didn't even stop to think of punishing her. As for Tom, he was more than glad to see his sister. On the way home Mr. White stopped at the police station to have the gypsies arrested, which the police did. He then sent a letter to June, telling her that no more gypsies would carry her away when watching for the fairies. -Charlotte Dingley, 9B, R. II. S. Honorable Mention in the StoryWritlag Contest.

Ho ax I Gol Into Bid Raseball

WILLIAM GLEASON Manager, ( hicago White Sox "Here, I have tried to say some thing thr.t might help the boys who read your paper. I am glad to do anything I can, but, of course, writing Is a little out of my line. If the few words will help any, I am glad to contribute them. "No doubt, thousands of boys who read this paper are playing ball today on the lots. You know the boys on the lots today will be the Big League players ten or fifteen years from now. Not all of yod, of course, but some of you will. "The ones who get to the top are the ones who give their best of forts to the game while they are kids. "There's more to baseball than throwing the ball, or hitting it or running the bases. ' "The boy who is smart and wideawake and alert is bound to beat out the fellow who goes about his play in a half-hearted manner. A ball game is a match of wits as well as a match of skill. There must be fighting spirit without fights. The determination and aggressiveness of a team is about half of its power. "I wish to tell the boys to use their wits, play with a determination to win, and with a clear idea of fairness and good sportsmanship. Success, then, is bound to come. Above all, keep your heada up" (Specially Written for the Coys and Girls Miniature Newspaper.) T BOYS GRADED BY PHYSICAL TESTS All boys in the Boys' "gym" work of the Y. M. C. A. will pass physical tests given by Boys' Physical Training Secretary, and will be graded accordingly. Their physical condition and certain physical requirements will be considered. The schedule for the winter "gym" work of the Y. M. C. A. will go into force, Monday, Oct. 4. The schedule follows: Boys have been divided mto four groups. Group A will have gym work Monday and Wednesday at 7 o'clock and swimming at 8. Group B, gym Wednesday at 4 and swim at 5; Saturday, gym at 10 and swim at 11. Group C, gym Thursday at 4, swim at 5; Saturday gym at 9, swim at 10. Group, beginners, gym Tuesday at 4, swim at 5; Saturday gym at 8, swim at 9. Games for boys will come Fridays at 4 o'clock. A new filter has been installed during the past week in the "Y" pool. After this the water will be as clean as the water we drink, so those in charge say; for it will be changing all the time. This will not only make it healthier, but will mean more fun and enjoyment in all the water sports. A New Yory milkman, delivering to his customers early one winter morning, when it was dark, did not notice the color of the milk. On his second round an irate customer showed him a bottle of clear water. The milkman was not at all disturbed. "Queer," he said, "they must have forgot to put the milk in, this morning."

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