Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 45, Number 296, 23 October 1920 — Page 15

irfE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY, OCT. 23. 1920

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THE JUNIOR

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

Hello again, Juniors: Here I am back again at tlie same desk in the same office and glad to greet you once more. I saw a picture the other day of two mule that -were tied together. One looked to one side of him and saw a big bucket of good feed. The other one looked to the other side ami saw also a bucket of feed. Each one started to get the bucket that he saw, but alas the buckets were in opposite directions and they nearly pulled each other's necks off and did not get anything after all. Then they stood still and seemed to be thinking it over if mules really can think and then they decided to go together to one bucket and eat the feed and then go together to the other bucket and eat that. That plan worked very well and they got all of the feed and did not have to lose even a little bit. I thought of these mules again when I saw in a paper that 57 professors and directors of the great Oxford university of Oxford, England, had sent letters to professors in Germany and Austria, saying that they hoped that soon the teachers and professors of these two countries would be friendly to each other. These great teachers have realized that it is a happier THE SKELETONS IN THE BLACK FOREST Echo Wellington was a modern American girl of eighteen and very pretty, with glossy blue-black hair, big velvet black eyes and of slight, yet tall stature, she had been engaged to handsome, grey eyed, light haired Bob Hope, but a quarrel over another girl has caused Echo to break the engagement, although they still cared for each other, but were too proud to let it be known to each other. It was the thirty-first of October, or, rather, Hallowe'en night, that Echo was going to a Hallowe'en party at Helen Lowe's house. She wore a costume of an Italian peasant woman and a black mask. She enjoyed the evening, and as she was beginning to dance the last dance with a Spanish pirate, a knight walked up to Echo, and extended a folded paper to her and walked away into the crowd of merry-makers. She hurriedly opened the paper and read in queer, crooked, misspelled writing, this: deer lady if u r knot afraid 2 cum buy yourself after the. dance 2 the smal wite house inn black forrest u wil lern suraething that u wish 2 no but cum buy yur self. YUR FRENDS. Echo's face was a puzzle, but hastily thrusting the note in the peasant' bodice o fthe costume she wore, she went on with the last dance. At last all the guests had said good-bye and Echo, wrapped closely in a heavy coat, requested the chauffeur to drive her to Black Forest for she was a brave woman and thought maybe she could get word of Bob who she had not seen nor had any one else since Echo broke their engagement, but she was too proud to find his where abouts. Leaving the car at the edge of Black Forest, she picked her way to the well known white house, sup posedly haunted, in the heart of the forest. With a beating heart, she pushed open the door of the white iiouse and walked in, first playing her search light over the interior. The house was not occupied. Was It all a joke to test her courage by pome of her girl friends? she asked terself. Just then something caught and plnnloned her arms behind her, then a handkerchief was thrust over her mouth to stifle her cries.

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way to "go together" just as the mules did. They know that both sides can benefit more when they work right along beside each other. It takes a little from our pride when we "make up" and perhaps some side has to go more than half way, but what is that when you think how nice it is to be friendly with each other once more? As these men wish and try to get a better understanding with the countries with which so recently their own country was at war, it seems to many people that the only thing all the people of these warring nations can do is to follow their suggestions and try to "make up," and not to think bitter, ugly, hateful thoughts of these people any more. You have probably all tried to "make up" with your friends after a quarrel and you know how good you feel when everyone is friendly again, so let us try to not think any more unfriendly thoughts with the people across the water with whom we quarreled, realizing that we are all nations as well as people liable to make mistakes. You see I feel real peaceable, and it is such a good feeling, that I want everyone of you to feel the same way. AUNT POLLY. Then she saw who it was. Brave as she was, she shuddered, for they were two tall frightfully looking skeletons with every bone standing oiM distinctly in the wan moonlight the grinning skulls and bony fingers tied her feet and lmnds; then the tallest said, in a hollow voice: "Have you brought any one along?" She shook her head. Echo saw one skeleton disappear around the house, returning with a white muslin loose dress .with wide flowing sleeves and a round hole for the neck. This they put on Echo, untieing her hand and re-tieing in front . Then the neck was drawn up by a cord around her throat and tied. Again the skeletons disappeared around the house, this time returning with a white coffin lined with white satin, and with four handles on each side for the bearers. In this they put Echo. Then the shorter skeleton put a white lily in Echo's tied hands, then each whistled a tflieer whistle and six equally horrible skeletons came from the dark forest and each took a handle of the white coffin silently and the strange, ghostly procession moved slowly away. The road they took was narrow and rocky and Echo was jostled about. She tried to disengage the gag but to no avail. Presently theh procession stopped and Echo felt herself being lifted upward then the casket rested slightly higher than the ground on something and the horrible pall bearers filed away. Then Echo saw it was a grave yard where they had taken her and the coffin she occupied rested on a marble tomb stone and the eight skeletons each one occupied a tombstone it was horrible and chills ran over Echo. The skeletons were discussing some seemingly important theme by their low voices and waving of boney lingers, presently two went away and returned with a shovel and spade. Echo was mystified at this; what now? The skeletons seemed to answer the question by beginning to dig into the earth. Then it rushed over Echo that they wrere going to bury her alive. All was silent but the diggers as the dirt was thrown out. the square space grew deeper. Echo tried to scream but the gag muffled it. Then when it was deep enough to please them the silent horrible pall bearers resumed thir places at the coffin's side and bore the casket to th fleep open grave; then it all turned dark for Echo for she faint ed. When Echo regained concious-

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ness she found herself not in & drk grave but held tightly in a young man's arms and it was Bob she sighed happily and said. "What happened Bob?" Well, honey, when I was riding by in my car I heard a noise and I came running. I saw the hole and the white coffin and some one in Jt, so I looked and it was you; then I looked to see who had done this, but no one was in sight. I untied you and saw you were tainted; now what happened to you?" And Echo told all but said: "I know it sounds ridiculous but its true, I wonder If it was a joke?" "I don't know sweetie," said Bob. Echo and Bob were married the following summer. It was a year later Echo learned that the skele

tons and the Hallowe'en horror was played by eight young' men. Bob's college chums in costumes so Bob could rescue Echo and she would forgive and marry him; and Echo laughed instead of becoming angry and the two lived happy henceforth. Finis, Thelma I. Darby. Mary May's Nap Lillian Loring Trott. Little Mary May curled up in the big Morris chair and took a nap Papa May was busy in his study, and Mama May was at work in the sewing room, so merry little daugh ter May had the bay window of the nursery all to herself. . "Mama told me to put my playthings all away befofe luncheon," she whispered to herself, "but I'm sleepy. I guess I'll leave them til f bedtime." But her slumber was not so peaceful as she had planned. The animals up in Noah's Ark, scattered over the floor, ranged up in a line and scolded her, each in turn. The dog barked at her, the donkey brayed at her, the crow harshly cawed at her. "You kicked me around as if I had no feeling," said the water spaniel "You rap me whenever you feel cross." Dan Donkey complained. "You lift me up by the tail feathers, and I'm afraid they'll all come out," the ebony bird cocked hi?: head to one side, shut one eye, and blinked at her with the other. "I never knew you could feel," gasped merry Mary May. "I never knew you were real." "Then why did you fling me across the room and hit tne goat with me when you were angry?'' the elephant demanded. Elephants are not in the habit of being tossed

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around by little girls, and It put him in a rage. "I never thought I would hear you talk," little merry Mary changed the subject in haste,. "You never will when you are awake," poor, patient Pussy, made of cloth and stuffed wool for n Christmas present, kindly explained. "When you are awake you can not understand our language. That is why J didn't cry when you pulled my tail." "People see things so much plainer when they're asleep," spoke up Teddy Boar, gift of a deaf little boy who never bangs his pets' heads on the floor. But the rocking horse was blunter than any of the ottiers. "When you switch rae with that switch of yours and ride me at break-neck speed, just remember you are not the only pebble on the beach. I am some consequence." "Consequence: what v. long w-ord;" little merry Mary May spoke it slowly, "consequence," and

the effort awoke her. She rubbed her eyes guiltily and started to pick up her toys. And the house cat. Fluff, and t he farm dog, Bounce, both came in from the kit chen to greet her. "If it hurts the Ark dog and cat to be rough with them, real live things like you must take it un kindly when I plague you too," she told them, and patted them both. "I wonder if you fellows have a'nv dream talk that I could understand?" Our Dumb Animals. WEEZY'S DIARY PART I. MYSTERIOUS NEW GIRL IN HIGH SCHOOL PROVES TO BE MOVIE ACTRESS I can't see why in the world It is so hard to keep a diary. Here I started this book on September 6th, and now I'm three days behind. Let's see. What happened Mon day? Cloudy, sultTy day. Went to History and English in the morning. Made poor recitation in History, and flunked in English. Went to Caesar and Algebra in the afternoon. Flunked in CeasaT and made poor recitation in Al gebra. How exciting! If I had four pieces ot carDon paper, i wouia make that story do for every day of the week. But I told Dot Sanders I could Millerand.

keep Just as good a diary as sh and she said Bhe was never going to miss writing two full pages every day till Christmas. Of course, I can't let her beat me. , I suppose I'll have to tell a story. "Once upon a time there was a little boy and he had a cat and the! :at ran away and he went out on the back porch and called kitty,, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, .." But what if Dot would see this page! I never could fill this book up with that story unless I made it continued from day to day. I'm afraid the chapters would be too much alike. Who's that at the door? Now doesn't that beat all? Here I was just a minute ago couldn't think of a thing to while in thi perfectly darling diary and now I have so much to write that I don't see how I can possibly get it all in. What do you think of that? A movele actress in our school. How thrilling! I can never understand how she got clear back here from

her home in California. Joe Lyons is a perfect dear to stop and tell me all about it. I knew something was queer about that strange girl who came in last Friday with her books. She came from nowhere and ia tho evening she vanished to nowhere. Joe said she told Clarence she used to live in California, and when he asked her for more about it, she simply said, "Oh, I wa3 in the movees for awhile." Isn't it perfectly killing? A movie actress going to our high school! Why in the world would she ever go to this school? I simply can't understand it. ALL BOYS COME EARLY, EVEN BASHFUL PEANUT MORGAN AND HIS RIVAL Weather. Yes. Recitations. I think I did. I wouldn't have missed what I saw this morning for the world. It was a perfect scream, yes, a per fect Bcreara. When I wrent to school this morn ing I saw exactly eleven boys, all looking sheepish, lined up on the sidewalk and standing on the step-. I wasn't surprised to see Clarence Cavenaugh. He is everywhere. But would you think it? There was Peanut Morgan and PiyeDream Connerty too. Imagine Pea nut with his face washed and PipeDream with his hair combed. Did you ever hear of Buch a thing? 1 positively couldn't nuderstand it. I simply had to walk up and down this walk for a few minutes till the girls came along. We walked up and down past those boys but they pretended not to see us. They wouldn't talk to us at all. What do you think those crazy fellows were doing? Well, I'll have to write it down. It makes me laugh. The news about tho movie queen was out. She camo late. Those fellows made perfect simps of tnenisclves. Clarence stepped up, tippod his hat, and smiled. She smiled like heroines do when they are innocent little girls on their first date. Shy handed all her books to Clarenc? and what do you think that Theda Bara did? she took right hold of his arm and walked up the steps. Just then we came out and saw her. I had to giggle. Yesterday she had two of the cunningest pearl ear rings, but today she had on long jet ones. She walked up tho walk with Clarence till they passed poor Peanut and Pipe-Dream. Pea nut looked up and grinned a little. And that fickle little actress! She turned to Clarence and said sweetly, "Thank you," and took her books and turned her back on him an dsaid to peanut, oh, so much more sweetly, "Am I really late this morning?" "No," replied Peanut; "Our alarm clock went off too soon, anl was early." "Oh, how horrid! I hate those wretched alarm clocks." She pouted up her mouth and looked straight into Peanut's eyes. Peanut's lips movea a little, and his eyes got bigger and bigger. Poor Peanut. Thought for Today

One said: Thy life is thine to make or mar, To flicker feebly or to soar a star; It lies with thee thy choice ig thine, To hit the ties or drive thy motorcar. Robert W. Service.