Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 45, Number 325, 27 November 1920 — Page 18

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THIS RICHMOND PALLADIUM. SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 27, 1920

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Story :; From a house party to a yachting parly we're changed to, only i2 have the boat catch fire. After being iiCUbJed by the mysterious actions of a friend of Eijie -Mar-Jorie Clar'ell in which she dosa some of the most inexplicable things which will be heard of laterthe alarm is heard. A stampede is made for the boats but not being able to secure a place in them were obliged to trust to the lifepreservers. Fifth Installment ' I can't described what happened I just can't J I tried and tore .up three pages.- The ocean's a lot different from a "Common" swimmin' hoIe-7-you gotta' ; remember that much! Gee! It was "scary" to see the waves a rolling up great big things! .I'll Ewear! I bet they were two dozen feet high! All black and windy it was too and looking back I saw the yacht and I have to admit, that . it wasn't as far gone as I thought, but it was going all right. Then I heard some one yelled sounded like a shriek. It came from the boat " Don! Donald! " That was all I got. The rest was swallowed up in the wind.It had sounded like Marge Clar'eU's voice but I wasn't sure! No, it couldn't be for I had tight hold of her in my arms I pondered over this for hours but reached no conclusion.' With the coming of morning I lost consciousness just after hearing a feeble sound of oars In the distance. Three days later. I was lying in a life boat far .out on the Tacific ove'an. The only people on board were: "Chunky" . L'Merincouv, "Speedy"' Evans, Ray Oldenburg, Margaret Livingstone, Marge Clar'ell, Dorothy and myself. On the night of the fourth "we were dumped on a desert island?" - r Yes! we were but not a desert-one! No, there was no desert about It. It was all trees! pretty place too. Come to think of it with all the usual flourishes i rocks, mountains, hills and and j Burrs!! Gee! Why you couldn't! walk a step Inside the forest with out getting an extra coat of 'em! I hardlyrealized the satisfaction I got out of "seeing cocoanut trees in the distance! either." Then drawing the boat high up on the beech, we threw ourselves down in the grasses and slept. ., About seven I awoke from a night-mare. I thought that "old Mr. I Frothenham, our English compos!-1

lilRL SCOUTS RECEIVE CAMPING TRACT AS MEMORIAL TO EX-SENATOR'S DAUGHTER

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William Andrews Clark talking with Girl Scouts after presenting tract Former U. S. Senator William Andrews Clark of Butte, Montana,

Jhas presented the Girl Scouts organization a tract, of 135 acres just outjside New York city for a camping place. The Rift was made in memory Jof his daughter Andree. The ceremony took place at the Girl Scouts' national headquarters in New York. In the picture Clark's daughter, illungette, stands back of him. Standing at the left are Mrs. Frederick lEdev. Girl Scout commissioner of Greater New York, and Mrs. Arthur

JOspoode Choate, national president fee gift .

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tion teacher was banging me over the head with an arithmetic lor talking back to him. "I'll teach you some manners you young impudent whelp!" . he roared out in front of the whole class. "How dare you talk back to m Jo that outrageous mannerit's awful I'm astounded at you!!" It seemed that I had spoken to an old lady on the street that morningcoming from the annex and she'd reported me. She came right into the room where I was honest! and said to Mr. Frothenham. "See that boy in the back seat? Well, he said to one of his friends this morning as I was out a walkin' 'nd he says says he, "Oh Bill Pipe the fat party in front of us with her checkered cloak and to think that a boy could openly knock a woman's beautiful new evening cloak is more than I ever thought before!!?!" "There's a lot of things you nev er have thought before," I said, under my breath. I didn't have the nerve to say it aloud. Another shake a few slaps "Why Donald the idea!" haven't you any sense at all?" "A headful!" I answered. "Oh this is the limit!" "Really the limit?" "You brainless up-start!!" and he Play Given by English Class in Special Program Two groups of th 7B English 'class of Garfield furnished the program for the class, Wednesday morning. Florence Baldwin and Margaret Kemper were the captains of these groups. Two groups of boys captained by Vernon Yates and Joseph Shiplett were to have had a part in the program too. But somehow or other they preferred to be the audience instead. The program given was: Tom and Roy's Thanksgiving Story, read by Florence Baldwin. Mixed names Thanksgiving puzzle Beverley Harter. Comparison Pilgrims 1620 and 1920 short talk by Marian Chenoweth. "Old Woman Workaway and Her Happy Thanksgiving," characters, Ruth Moorman, Announcements; Goldies Martzell, Old Woman Work away; Margaret Kemper, Tinkle Bell; Josephine Williams, Foxy loxy; Garnet Worley, Bushy Tail; Sarah Pionierr Little Girl. Ahswer to riddle No. 1. A chest nut burr and Jack Frost. of the Girl Scouts, who accepted

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caught ahold of my shoulders, and his hands shook so his voice did too!" "I've tried to be nice to you!" I've tried to be friendly to all of you! But But there's n limit to ail things!" "Hardly Mr. Frothenham!" I said, "there's no limit to the skyplease nrtBMlierU." "Oh help! Oh help! Oh help!" Then I awoke. I was full of the idea that school teachers were "brainless up starts" too, and so comforted by that and by the fact that I'd probably would never see tbcr. again, I started off to hunt soma breakfast. We still had some provisions left in the boat, and we spread these on the ground and ate 'em Gee! they tasted good though you know how things taste after you've been about starved. We weren't starved but we felt a lot like H. After dinner we started out on an exploring trip. The girls went out in the surf and washed their clothes, and we went deep into the

rorest. There was a dill on one side of the mountain and as we had the whole day we decided to climb up to the top and see what the country was like. (Sixth installment next week.) Northrup R. Elmer. Whispering Stirs Paramount Star To Lively Action It was a gray, rainy, dismal morning in April in New York. King Morrison, a movie star, and leading man of the Paramount pictures, pulled the sheets closer around his head and prepared to sleep longer, but Big Ben, the alarm clock, was not in favor of it, so he rang out loudly to tell the slgepy man it time to get up. King glanced angrily at the offending clock and pulled off the sheets and prepared for the day's work. King was a tall, well-built American youth of twenty-three, with dark brown hair, dark brown eyes and very handsome. As he dressed this morning (in his room in Doyles' flats) he looked often at the face of a pretty, fair haired girl in an oval frame,, sitting on his dressing table. It was the girl to whom he was engaged Flower Conipton, just past eighteen, and very pretty. wnn nuity Dionu nair, blue eyes that were shaded by long dark lashes. She was his leading lady In a new production, "His Wife." He was to play the trusting husband, "Bruce Miles." She played his faithful wife, "Polly Miles." King whistled as he dressed. After breakfast he rode to the studio in his new yellow racer. Just one thing he regretted in the production, and that was that Thomas Winslow was to play the part of "Jack Noles," a wealthy clubman, who tries to pet "Dolly" to run away with him. King hated Tom Winslow for that young gentleman had tried to make love to Flower (who listened). Now, Flower really, loved King, but, like all girls of eighteen, liked to be admired, and at this Tom was an a tlst. He made speeches that would have made Bertha Clay green with envy. He was to playin the new production but the road of love is not always smooth, so King saw some large hills and ruts ahead. At the studio most of the actors and actresses were assembled when King arrived. Something else made him dislike Tom Wins low more and more, lor he and Flower were sitting together laughing and chatting like lovers. King '--brain working rapidly, sat now. -Mngtoput He must think cf j(mo. Tom out of the way. Then the oi-ln rector called to get ready, but King's mind wasn't on acting; it was full of wild plans to get Tom out of the way before he won Flower's affection. He went through his part listlessly, putting no action into it, even the director having to call: "Hey, Morrisson! put more pep into it!" then again: "Get some life in you, put action in it, don't act as if you're going to a funeral." in vain. King would not act Dart well this morning. The

mornings that followed were the

same. When the angry, jealous husband sees his wife in the arms of Jack Noles, she Is struggling to get away, and the husband tries to kill the young clubman who goes through the window and falls to the pavement below and breaks bis neck. Then, as most all stories end, the husband and wife are reconciled and live happy ever afterwards, but King went through the part with no action whatever. Then the director knew something must be done or the production lost; so they got together, directors and assistants, and made a plan of which you will learn later. The last day of the month King was to make one more try and if he did not succeed someone else would play his part. King heeded this not, for nothing seemed to worry him except Flower and Tom. So, when the director gave the actors and actresses a short rest King walked slowly down the studio to a bench where a green dressing screen stood. Behind it (he always waited here) he heard voices one he recognised as the ha-Ud Tom's, the other his sweetheart, Flower's voice. This is the conversation that made him wild with jealousy. Tom's Voice: "Now, Flower, dearest, after this Bcene I'll be waiting for you. We can be married right away." Flower's Voice : "Oh, Tom, clear, I have the loveliest dress to be married in." Tom's Voice "Flower, you must not let King get an inkling of it or the whole business goes up; promise, sweetie." Flower's Voice: "I promiBe, Tom. Now, it's time for us to go back." King decided to hide and not let them know he heard, so stepping behind some scenes he waited until Flower's and Tom's voices drifted away. With wild thoughts in his mind, he made his way back to the cameras, when the big scene came, and Flower was in the arms of the man he hated. All his jealousy showed itself in his face and acting. He minded not the cries of the director who called: "That's it, boy; you've got it right; keep it up." But King's mind was on the man that held his sweetheart. His linger twitched to throttle him. and out the window, King's fingers closed on Tom's throat. Tom was saved only when the directors and camera man pulled King away. Tom rubbed his throat and grinned, saying: "Well, it worked, but I nearly 'went west by doin it." Then King got a surprise for the director said: "Kinff. that conversation you heard behind the screen was all fraud. We did it to make you jealous so you would play your part! well. Flower cares only for you,) and Tom and Juliet Tilton werej married yesterday. When Flower assured him of her j love, King grinned and held out j his hand to Tom, saying: "Old man, I'm a blamed fool, but j here's my hand," and the two shook hands. J Then Flower and King chugged j away in the yellow racer 10 a church, where they were married. The End.-Th el ma I. Darby. Indians-Pilgrims Feast at Finley The Indians enjoyed a feast of peace with the Pilgrims, Wednesday morning at Finley school. The Pilgrims who were the boys and girls of the third room, Mrs. Dille's invited the Indians the boys and girls of the second room. Miss Foulke's to visit them. The Indians were delighted and made bands of new bright feathers (of paper, they were) and belts and quivery bows and arrows for the occasion. Although feeling very peaceable, they dressed up in war paint too (for this bright colored chalk was just the thing) just to be as gay looking lv could. They found the Pileir simple dres3 with the white kerchlers . waiting to receive them. And then what a feast! Cake and candy? Not much a real feast of those early days pa'rehed corn and dried pumpkin. To eat this the Pilgrims sat on chairs and the Indians in their characteristic fashion sat on the floor. Several scenes from pioneer life were enacted and when the feast was over, everyone declared they had enjoyed it very much. i

PUZZLES FOR JUNIORS 1. From a number that's odd cut off the head, It then will even be; Its tall, I pray, take next away: Your mother then you'll see. 2. (With the letters of the" words in capital letters form other original words to fill the blanks.) I MOB SEVEN CATS owing to my . A has often to MIND HIS MAP. 3. 0 0 (This is good advice) 4. I go, but never stir, I count, but never write, I run, but never walk, I strike, but never fight. ANSWERS TO PUZZLES OF LAST WEEK 1. Mule, mile, mice, dice, dick, kick. 2. One had 14, the other had 10. 3. Across, cross, Ross.

RIDDLES FOR JUNIORS (By Rebecca Deming Moore) My thick green door won't let you in. 'Twill prick your fingers like a pin. 1. But when one merry fellow knocks. Quick as a Hash my door unlocks. What Is niy house, now can you tell? And who's the guest I treat so well? 2. Little shining drops, better not to fall; For to tell the truth they're welcome not at all. In a pair of eyes is their proper home, And they speak of grief every time they roam. Make your pretty eyes sorry, sad and red ; Better that they be very seldom shed. 3. Why Is the letter "s" like thunder? 4. What bat flies without wings? 5. Why may carpenters believe that there is no such thing as stone? Today we are going to have a Fox and Geese chase in our puzzle corner.' The answers to this week's puzzles and riddles have hidden themselves in different places in THIS week's Junior. Cai.cn them! ANSWERS TO RIDDLES OF LAST WEEK 1. You can not take nickle from copper. 2. A hobble skirt. 3 Many a schooner has passed under it. 4. It does not run very long without winding. 5. One longs to eat, the other eats too long. 6. Charade Thanksgiving. THE FIRST THANKSGIVING FEAST LASTED THREE DAYS Thanksgiving comes on the last day of Novmeb(. We should celebrate it because it is when the Pilgrims had their first feast. They landed in 1620, that makes it 300 years ago. Their first Thanksgiving was 1622. They invited the Indians to their feast. They stayed three days. Because of their good crops the Pilgrims gave thanks unto the Lord. Itegina Kortwright, grade Hi, Whitewater school. , Pencil IRAorter Can You Change Thij Pig Into a little Girl? m A j V 01 Hi (Answer next week.) f-Answe to last week's.)

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