Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 45, Number 290, 16 October 1920 — Page 15

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY, OCT. 16, 1020.

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THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM

Tha Junior Palladium is the children's Faction ot t ho Richmond ralladiuin, founded May 6, 1916, and itied each Saturday afternoon. All boys and girls aro invited to be reporters and contributors. News Items, social events, "want" advertisements, stories, loci! jokes and original poems are acceptable and will be published. Articles iioulJ be written plainly and on one side of the paper, with the author's r.umo and age signed. Aunt I'olly 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 us it thoroughly.

HERO-THE STORY OF A DOG

Hay Pine, a lad of eighteen, with a bright face and greasy clothes from the plant where he was working, walked briskly toward his home. It was evening with a slight October chill, which also helped to arouse his appetite. As he passed a neat cottage, a cool breeze watted to his nostrils the smell of fried potatoes and coffee, lie sniffed hungrily, and quickened his steps, knowing that some such tempting victuals were awaiting him at home. K As he cut through a weeded vacant lot, he stopped suddenly to keep from running upon an overturned tub. Just then he beard a pitiful whining underneath. Greatly wondering, he lifted up the tub. The sickening odor of chloroform greeted his nostrils. He beheld a struggling half-dead young collie. "Uncle Caesar!" Why, you poor little pup! Was some one trying to get rid of you?" he asked in a soothing tone, as he lifted the dog into his arms. He hurried home, where he soon revived the pup. Tha dog was very dirty and forlorn and smelled so of chloroform that Ray bathed him and held hira by the grate fire, all wrapped up. Ray's mother, father and sister had gone away early, leaving his supper on the stove to keep warm. When the dog had begun to dry, Ray ate his supper, having fed Hero (as he soon named him) first. When Hero was dry he looked like an altogether different dog. He was a pretty tan color with snowwhite breast and feet. But the mose beautiful thing about him was

as follows: ". . . "and now, Ray, I will tell you something that we have been keeping from you, so you would not worry. Hero has been grieving for you ever since your departure. He will hardly cat, and is sick now. The veterinary ays that he won't last much longer unless he sees you. So, for his sake, and yours, we are sending him on the next ship to your company, where he will serve as a Red Cross dog, and mascot, if you like. Ho will arrive soon after this letter reaches you." Ray read; and was overjoyed to think that Hero and he were to fight together for their country. Hero was a hero, to be sure. Three days later, Hero arrived at the headquarters of the com

pany. He immedi.t'c'y won the affection of the ci'.ptain by holding up his paw and palui ing. as Ray had taught him. Captain Dills knew all about Hero from a letter sent by Mr. Pine. "Hero, go find Ray," the captain commanded. At the word, "Ray," the intelligent beast pricked up his ears and then shot forth like, an arrow. He went to each tent till he came to a certain one. There he stopped and sniffed longer than he had at the others. Then, with a joyful bark, he rushed into the tent, where he jumped on Ray, covering him with wet kisses, and going nearly wild with joy. All that Ray could do was to hug Hero, and that hug expressed all his pent-up love and lone.soineness for him. Hero made what is termed a hit in camp. Officers and privates alike pelted and played with him, and taught him new tricks. He was very quick in learning the first aid work. He was to go out after an attack, find the wounded, soldiers, kneel down so they could get the bandages and other first aid materials from the satchel on his back, and then run to the Red Cross nurses or stretcher-bearers and lead them to the wounded. Hero had to learn also to distinguish between the German and American soldiers. This he did with his acute smell and partly by his eyes. One day the company to which Hero and Ray were attached, was

and seemed so wistful and pathetic, yet intelligent and understanding. Ray took his seat by the fire. Hero laid his head on Ray's knee, his eyes saying what his voice could not, "Thank you."

Hero slept with Ray in bed that night, for the first and last time, as Mrs. Pine made him sleep on the summer porch afterwards. Winter passed and Ray and Hero became fast friends. Then there came a day in April when Ray en-, tered a recruiting station and camel out with a new light in his eyes, j He had enlisted for the great world war! All winter of that eventful I year of 191 7,, Ray had been enthus-j iastically watching the war reports. His patriotism and fighting spirit,! together with his sense of right, had J

been aroused; so he enlisted. After the certain amount of drilling in camp, Ray was sent to France, lie was popular with his comrades and was making the best of his adventures, but at times he was very lonesome for the family, including Hero. "A letter for Mr. Raymond Pine," announced a khaki-clad soldier, one day in camp, as he handed Ray a fat letter. A broad smile lit Ray's face as he tore open the envelope. A portion of the letter was

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A BEAUTIFUL RIDE

There was an old woman who rode on a cane, With a high gee ho, gee humble; And she took an umbrella for fear it might rain, And a bulldog behind on the rumble. Tiiey traveled along till they came to the moon, With a high gee ho, gee bungle ; 'Twas lucky for them that they got there soon, For they were hungry, hungry, hungle. Says Doggie, "I hope we'll find something to eat," With a high gee ho, gee fumble; "I'm so hungry I hardly can stand on my feet! Oh, dear, for a nice, fat jumble!" The old woman looked at her watch, it was noon, With a high gee ho, gee humble ; Come on, and we'll visit the Man in the Moon, Across him we ought to stumble!" They found him at lunch eating curds and whey A beautiful snow-white jumble; He'd just dipped it up from the Milky Way With a tumbler, tumbler, tumble. He asked the old woman to sit herself down. "Please don't mind the crumbs, crumbs, crumble ; And you shall eat some of the food of Moon Town, Which is good, although it is humble !" They feasted away on the curds and the whey, And drank from a tumbler, tumble. And the little stars winked as they drinked and drinked In a jungle, jangle, jumble. And after they finished, they jumped on their cane, And their trusty steed never did stumble; And soon they were back on the earth once again, With a high gee low, gee tumble ! Brooklyn Eagle Junior.

ordered into a trench, where It was poon to make an attack. As the soldiers neared the sound of the booming guns, they became excited, but not more so than did Hero, who barked and wagged hid tail joyously. The company made the attack and look the trench but not without the loss of men. After the mid. Hero ran bravely out into the horrible No Man's Land, to do his work of mercy. He soon came to Ray. Hero wagged his tail and licked Ray's face, but Ray did not move. Hero began to sense that something was wrong. He left Ray and tried to find help. The few workers there were, however, were too busy to come. Hero ran back to Ray. Arter sniffing for awhile, he found a big wound in his master's side, which was bleeding severely. Hero's instinct told him that the . blood must bajstopped. Accordingly, he rolled Ray over on his "good" side, and, lying beside him, pressed his chin firmly against the wound. For thre long hours, he lay thus, never once taking his chin from the wound.

Then the stretcher-bearers

came! "The kid's almost dead," said the older man, "and would you look at that dog. He's been with hi3 master for a long time, you can see, as he is about exhausted himself." When Ray came to, he was lying in a clean, white bed. On his hand he felt something cold. He looked down into the sympathetic eyes of Hero. Hero gave a happy, little bark, which brought the nurse to the bedside. "He wouldn't leave you," she whispered. And as Hero licked his hand, Ray smiled. By Rhea E. Walker,age 14 years. HIKE IS PLANNED BY SCOUTS OF TROOP 1, FOR WEDNESDAY Three new members were taken into the Boy Scout Troop 1, at the last meeting. Tenderfoot tests were

passed by Donald Essmaner, tiouert Thomas and Wilbur Pond. A hike was planned for Wednesday afternoon, Oct. 20. It was announced that 134 calendars have hppn sold and that the money is

to be applied toward the $25 fund that is being raised by the Scouts for Grace church.

Every Day Science

for Boy Mechanics

Why Such High Chimneys!. By C. M. Hyde.

"WWhy do factories have sucli tall chimneys. Daddy?" "To increase the draft of their, furnaces. And the height of the chimney is so definitely related to the size of the boilers that an engineer has tables which tell him that a 100-horse power boiler must have a chimney at least 60 feet tall while a 1.000-horse-powor needs one 110 feet tall, etc. "The man who first built a chimney wanted merely to build a fire in his house without smoking out his family. He succeeded through the simple fact that hot air and smoke weigh less than cold air. The colder air in his house was heavy enough to push up the hot

SMILES

First Scout: "I wish Columbus had been a Frenchman." Second Scout: "Why?" First Scout: "I put him that way on my examination paper." Oratory sometimes leads to curious mistakes. A war correspondent, telling of his experiences in the World war, closed his description of a battle with the words: "And the sun sank to rest, amid the groans of the dying and the shrieks of the dead." "Revenge is Sweet" Kind Lady What is your name, son? Boy Joshua Shadrach Lemuel Totts. , . Kind Lady Well, well ! Who gave you that name? Boy I dunno yet, but I'll find out some day. Lone Scout. Several members of the woman's club were chatting with a little daughter of the hostess. "1 suppose you are a great help to vour mother," said one. "Oh, ves,' 'replied the little miss, "and so is Ethel; but it's my turn to count the spoons today after the

company is gone. SCHOOL YELL (Make up a yell and send it in.) r.ivA the axe. the axe, the axe,

Give 'em the axe, the axe, the axe, Give 'em the axe, the axe, the axe, WHERE? Right in the neck, the neck.the neck Right in the neck, the neck.the neck Right in the neck, the neck.the neck THAT'S WHERE! (Boys' and Girls' Newspaper Service)

air above his fire and drive it right through his chimney. But he found that his chimney must be taller than the highest part of his house's roof or It wouldn't work, or draw, because the column of warm air in the chimney must be taller than the column of cold air in the house, or there is not enough difference in weight. "When men began to run steam engines and needed to build bigger, hotter fires indoors, they" found that, the bigger the fire, the more

draft they needed the faster the air must move up the chimney. This Is because fire is nothing more than the combination of oxygen (in the air) with hot fuel, and the bigger fire yau want, the more air and oxygen you must keep passing through it. You can build a tremendous fire out doors because you have unlimited air. Indoors, however, you have only what can crowd into the furnace and up the chimney. "As the horsepower of a steamboiler depends on the amount of coal burned in it, engineers must force more air through the furnace. To get this extra "push," they build the chimney larger and taller, because the taller and thicker the column of hot, light air, the faster it will be pushed up by tne heavier cold air. Ten feet more on the chimney gives just so much more push to the draft. And so, when you look at a factory chimney, you can tell just about how big its boilers are by the size and height of its chimney. Copyright, 1920, by J. II. Millar.

Thought for Today

As It's give' me to perceive I most certainly believe When a man's jest glad plum' through, God's pleased with him, the same

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