Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 45, Number 319, 20 November 1920 — Page 15

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 20, 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. 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.

THE BLACK MASK

CHAPTER I. The story begins away down In Texas in the little town of Sonora. Here there lives a quiet little family of three whose name is Farrow. They have one daughter Mary who is seventeen years of age and who is very pretty. It is a very cold day and the little family is sitting close to the fire place. "What are you troubled about?" asked Anna, the mother, as she saw the troubled look on her husband's face. "I er oh, nothing at all. I was just thinking," said Joe. He got up cheerily and kissed his wife and then went out the door. "1 can't help thinking there is some trouble and Joe is in it," said Anna. "Don't worry so, mother, we will keep watch on him," said Mary. While they are talking of this, we will go to another little town in Texas, called Fair Pass. Here lived a band o'f outlaws, led by an unknown man called the Black Mask, lie and his men robbed stages and stole cattle. "We are going away from this country, they know us too well. I know of a place where we can make a cave, and there's a lot of beefs there, too," said the Black Mask. "When do we start?" asked one. "Tonight at nine." was the reply. At nine o'clock that night the

Black Mask and his men set out! for Sonora, which is the place they I voted on. I Now, we will go back to Sonora1 where we left off. "I'm going out to see where Joe1 went," said Anna. j "Ail right, mother, but be very i careful," said Mary.

Mrs. Farrow found Joe in

barn putting the saddle on his horse. He looked up as his wife came in. "Is there anything you wanted?" he asked. "I thought I could help you." she replied. "I don't need any help." said Joe, "I'm going out to see if there's any mail for us." "Well, hurry back," said Anna. Aft?r saying good-bye, Joe rode

out the gate and soon disappeared down the road. Meanwiti!? the outlaws were but two miles from Sonora. "I've heard of the Starr ranch; which has a bunch of beefs on it," said one of Black Mask's men. "Are there any houses close aroun' there?" asked the Black Mask. "Well, yes; but he's too old to do anything. His name's Joe Farrow." Then the Black Mask turned to his men and said, "We'll camp out about a half mile from the town and

the outlaws at work on the Starr

ranch. , -. Back on the Farrow farm, we see Joe fixing a fence so the hogs could not get out. As he looked up he saw a light over on the ranch. "I'm going to step over there and see what'a up." said Joe. "I don't think they would be letting their cattle out that way." After getting on his horse, he started over to the Starr ranch. (To be continued.) Lloyd Slifer, Garfield school.

The Shade Of Hezekiah Applegate

By ELISABETH STEELE CHAPTER I. Dark Secret for Bab Ghosts at Pine Crest. "Well, I've been disciplined again, but it was worth it. "It all began over Bab and Babe we were in the same tent this

foolish they wero I determined to Sirs them something to be fright

ened about, vniii tney were in

swimming in the afternoon, I dug out of my trunk an empty sardine can left from our last feed and put some stones In it. I tied a spool on

a string and put It in the can, too,

and then I hid the can under Louise Colllngwood's bunk she had the lower under mine. I concealed the

string along the side of the tent and up under my pillow, where I could reach It easily. "We were late for supper as usual, but, as we raced up the hill I managed to tell Bab that I had a piece of news for her but that she must keep it a dark secret. Just to mention 'secret' to Bab was enough to make her hair grow stiff with expectancy. She didn't give me a minute's peace until I told her that one of the campers across the lake had told one of Pine Crest's old campers that the land around camp was haunted by the ghost of the old pioneer, Hezekiah Applegate, who had murdered his wife. "I didn't enlarge upon the details

Thanksgiving Letter from a Grownup Friend to the Juniors

By REV. GEORGE G. BURBANCK

There are two things which are too common these days. One is ingratitude and the other is procrastination. (Aunt Polly may find fault with me for using jawbreakers, but I will hurry to explain them). Ingratitude in a person means that he is not thankful for what has been given to him or done for him. Or, even if he is thankful, he does not make his feelings known. When a person fails to say "Thank you," we class him at once with those who have never been taught good manners, and we are not anxious to do him a favor the second time. It is possible that we put on our society manners for those who are strangers to us, but do we not often forget to be equally polite to. those whom we know well? Or, it may be that certain blessings are so common and so expected that we fail to show our appreciation of them. That is the reason why Thanksgiving Day does not have the respect to which it is entitled, and that is why God is ignored as the Giver of all good. We treat Him as we treat our relatives and friends, by failing to show our appreciation of His common, but priceless, blessings. Let us be thankful, then, and return thanks to God for all of His benefits.

The second long word is procrastination, and it means putting off until tomorrow. Mother says: "Johnny, I want you to go to the store for me." Johnny says: "All right, in a minute." Minutes run into hours, and mother asks mildly: "Johnny, are you going to the store today or next week?" Johnny replies: "Oh, I'll go; give me time, won't you?" And so mother either takes a stick to Johnny or she has to go herself. That's the way with big folks, too; they put off giving thanks to God, and Thanksgiving Day comes along and says: "Do it now, do it today." We cannot give thanks as a nation unless we give thanks as individuals, because the nation is made up of individuals, and each has the privilege of expressing his gratitude to God. If we do not feel thankful for life, food, clothing, homes, father, mother, friends let us try to get along without some of the things which we do not appreciate as highly as we should, and see how quickly we shall try to get them back. So, when Thanksgiving Day dawns, let us all get together and say "Thank You" to our heavenly Father for His countless blessings.

do to the

then see what we kin

Starr ranch tonight." That night the outlaws started

the 'out to the Starr ranch. When they

were almost there, they say a man riding in fron t of them. One of the men tapped Black Mask on the arm and told him that he was Joe Farrow. "We'd better hide in those bushes until he goes away," said the Black Mask.. "If he sees us, it's all up." At ten o'clock that night we find

year at camp. It was their

year at Pine Crest and they were nervous about slecoing alone, especially in the lower bunks. So, every night after 'lights out' had sounded and the 'Owl' that's Misa

Kennedy, our physical director I Sad,

this year had done inspection the girls climbed into the upper bunk with me. Every time an owl sang or screeched or whatever you call it, they would moan and hide under the covers. "By Thursday, I was pretty much disgusted. Just to show them how

first because I .knew she could do that,

eyes simply stuck out and I saw her whispering to Bab about five minutes later in a corner of the veranda." CHAPTER II.

Creepy, Gruesome Evening Haunts Girls.

POLISH BOY OF NINE PLAYS 21 CHESS EXPERTS-AND WINS

Samuel Rzeszewski photographed while playing the twenty-one expert at West Point Military Academy.

Hemmed in by a circle of chess boards, with the best chess players among the faculty and cadets at West Point military Academy on the outer edges of the boards, Samel Rzeszewski, the little Polish chess wonder, demonstrated

hii ability for the first time in the U. S. recently by winning nineteen of the twenty games played simultaneously. Two players shared one of the games, making the total opponents against the nine-year-old lad

twenty-one. The boy was forced to accept a draw in the twentieth game after over three hours of Elay. The picture rhows that the oy is just tall enough to play at the table handily white standing

"Everything worked with me that evening. After supper Louise Collingwood and Babe and Bab and I linked arms and strolled down to the point where we always have our evening camp fires. Since it was too late to tak a boat out, we

i st on the pier and I coaxed Louie to ' tell the most gruesome stories she knew and she knew a plenty. She brought a bunch of paper

backed books to camp with her. If the director had known it, she would have had a fit and thrown them all in the lake, but wise Louie made them up in the bottom layer of her bunk. "Two of her stories especially were awful, worse than Poe's 'Black Cat' or 'The Murders in the Rue Morgue.' The 'Timorous Two were so nervous that they shook. Finally I punched Louie and gave her a signal to stop. "I sat where I could watch them during camp fire and I saw Bab shudder when someone began to play sad minor chords on a ukelele. On top of it all, the rest of the campers seemed to have a spirit of melancholy that evening ( I guess it was the prunes we had for supper the cook gave them to U3 five times that week). We sang all those creepy college songs. I'll admit they made me kind of nervous, too: 'Did you ever think when the hearse goes by That it won't be long before you and I Will be going by in a big black rack,

And won't be thinking of coming back?

"I felt chills down my spine, but

I wouldn't let anyone know for the world so I just helped the rest of them moan and groan their way

through the chorus.

"After devotions we all strolled to our tents in two and threes.

The camp was almost quiet when

'lights out' sounded at nine

(More next week.)

Yon Are like

"Grouchy", Skip This

Grouchy Slmpkins JSlKifi along the street thinking what fc gloomy place the world was to lire in to him the skies wera

heavy and dark it seemed as if school lasted all the time and It always rained on Sundays,, and there was always work to do on Saturdays and he thought probably the year would stop all of a nudden at Christmas day, or like at not before, and would start again after New Year's bo there would not be any holidays Yes, indeed, Grouchy had the blues so hard it seemed as if he had taken all the blue, indigo and purple out off the sky and the country 'round and put them all in himself. He was usually like this, too that is why the boys ealled him Grouchy. "Hey Grouch," called Lep Yardly; "I got a joke, how's this? "What is your occupation?" askt ed the judge sternly. "I haven't any," replied the man. "I Just circulate around, bo to speak." "Please note," said the Judge,

LU1UU1S IU iuv cil-ia, . mat IUIS gentleman Is retired from circulation for thirty days." "Oh, pretty good, but I've heard better," said Grouch, not stopping to say '.'howdy." Lep walked on. He was too happy to bother with fellows Hke

Grouch.

Long down the street Grouchy met "that dern Jimmy," as he called Jim Punt, and his stick-tight.

friend, Bill Roberts. Jim was up In the clouds over scouting and his new uniform. "Oh Grouch, I'm going to be an Indian and live in the wilds and die in some primeval' forest with the falling autumn leaves my only bier.' "Just like a nut!" spoke Grouch abruptly. "Oh, come on Grouch, cheer up; you ought to hear about the wonderful airplane Jim's built,," spoke up Bill. "Yes, come over and see it," broke in Jim generously. "It has the maximum power with the minimum weight, In fact it has only

one fault." "Well?" said Grouch, with sepulchral interest. "It won't fly," grinned Bill,' teaaingly. "Say, Grouch, here's what Clyde said in school today j; Teacher Every day we breathe oxygen. People used to think we " breathed something different at night. Clyde, what do we breathe at night? Clyde Stephens Nitrogen. ; "Oh go on thought he was cute, did he?" spoke up Grouch huffily, and stalked on, leaving the boys, who began a race to Jim's attlo and the airplane. Just then along came Harry Lee. "Have you heard my last Joke?" asked Harry Lee, as he stopped the Grouch on the street. "I hope so," replied the Grouch, as he kept on traveling, still seeing blue. P. S. If you are not akin to Grouch, maybe some of these jokes made the corners of your mouth turn up, or at least tremble.

SCHOOL YELL. Whitewater, Whitewater, Just for fun; Ought to be shot with a rusty gun. Stand him on his head; stand him on his feet; Whitewater, Whitewater, can't be beat. Margaret Muckridge, Whitewater Schoo.l Ed. Note Whee, this sounds great.

According to report never before have wild beasts been In such demand. Every zoo Is crying out for animals. There are orders in hand for $200,000 worth of animals from American Gardens, $100,000 worth from British zoos, and other orders from continental towns.

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