Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 46, Number 34, 18 December 1920 — Page 16

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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY, DECEMBER 18, 1920

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4T Frances Treoo Montgomf.rv

Wednesday, Billy was not tied up and , after wandering around the circus and visiting the different animals and stopping to chat with Betty, ' he decided to watch hia chance and slip Into town. This was no" hard for him to do and he Soon found himself on the main street. At fir3t he walked quietly along, looking into tho windows, but presently he paw bafore him a well-known figure, that . 9f the ring-master. "Now Is my chance," thought Rill . . ... . , IllW flrftt Atfisn mrl,K htm tiW ttVfc CfCU fTltU UIU1 1UI iin- an moso cms wuii ma whip. I'll just give him a butt and land him in the middle of that mud puddfcp, and I am , going to do It so hard he will hear his spine crack and I guess he won't hit mo with his whip again very soon. So Billy started quietly on a run, going on his tiptoes so the ring master would not hear him until it was too late to get out of the way. Just as Billy got to him the man raised his arm to doff his hat ,, to a pretty girl, and the next thing he knew he was flying through the hir with his hat in his hand. Still holding his arm extended, he landed in the deep puddle of muddy water in the middle of The street, while the young lady threw up her hands and fled. It is needless to say that Billy Immediately disappeared down a side street. Here he ran into a livery stable where a dog fight had been going on in the back yard. Two . ferocious bull dogs had fought so wickedly that their jaws had to be pried apart , One of the dogs had a chain around its neck and its owner was going to lead it off when one of the livery men saw Billy and called out: .... - i "Walt a minute, Mr. Pride, here's ., a Billy goat I bet can lick your dog. Let us turn them loor.fr in" tho yard and havo another fight" - "Why, man, what are you talking about? My dog would make just one grab at the goat's throat and kill him." "I am not so sure of that," replied tho man, "but I am mighty sure he will liek your dog if he is the goat I think he is, for I believe he is the trained goat from the circus." "Let's have a fight," said the ' other nien that were standing around. "It will be great sport to see the goat lick the dog that cau wnlp every other dog in town." ; "So you think the goat can lick my dog, do you? I will bet one or aH of you twenty- dollars that he. can not" . "It is a go," said two or three. Then the man that had proposed 3-YEAR-OLD BOY CROSSES ATLANTIC ALONE UNWORRIED 3& John W. Carter. While adult passengero on the liner Haverford suffered considerably from seasickness during a recent rough voyage from Europe, Matter John W. Carter, three, made the trip entirely unmindful of the Tolling of the ship. He had been in ngiand with his mother and when she was taken ill it was deemed best to send him home to his fr.ther. Prof. John S. Carter of Old Forge. Pa. The father had not seen the pojr for eighteen months. '

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the fight said: "It Is all well enough to have a little fight for fun, but I hate to se your dog killed, as he maybe." "Oh, don't you worry about my dog. Leave all your worrying for tho goat." While the men were talking of letting Billy Whiskers and th9 bulldog fight the dog had been pulling at the chain and straining to ' get at the goat, while Billy quietly walked around inspecting ,v,,.0 ,-,. onvtMn he mnui llilll,3, bUCniUK VU.UQ V W M . M j fjQQ "Won't I fix that conceited dog!" said Billy to himself. So he allowed himself to be driven into the back yard. Here the men formed a circle with Billy in the center; then the man unfastened the chain from the dog's neck. With a rush he went for the goat, whe quickly stood on his hind legs, lowering his head and met the dog's onrush with his horns, running one of them into his chest, which sent the blood spitting out. Then the dog tried to get behind Billy for another charge, but Billy wheeled and met him as before, and no matter which way the dog tried to approach him, Billy was always there foremost with his long, pointed horns BtickingJ straight out to meet him. The dog was getting more and more furious at each failure and at last he made a blind plunge at the goat, but, as before, Billy was too quick for him, and this time he sent the dog yelping back to his master. "Here! what do you mean by shutting cur goat up?" they heard someone pay, and turning around i they saw one of the men from the circus who had been sent out to look for Billy, as it was nearly time for the performance to begin. ' . "We did not shut hlra up. Ho walked' in of his own accord; but you should have been here a minute sooner and you Would have seen the prettiest fight you ever saw in ycur life, between your goat and the bulliest bulldog of the town." "I am sorry I did not see it, but perhaps we can have another sometime. "Never!" said the dog's owner, very emphatically. "I doubt if he lives through this." "Well, good-bye, boys; come and see Billy Whiskers perform in tho circus this afternoon and you will see as good a performance as fighting, and I'll give all passes who bet on him this time. "Billy, I would not have given much for your skin when the ring master got through with you if it had not been for this 'fight; but now I think he will forgive you for the butt you gave him this morning, since you whipped Air. Pride's dog, for he hates Mr. Pride because he forbade him calling on his daughter. Next week Billy has an argument with a parrot. Answer to puzzle No. 1. I nothing Monday. ate TINY GIRL CALLS PETS BY LONG LATIN NAMES; HOW DID SHE GET THEM? She called her pet toad Lucian Horace Ovid Virgil. This toad hopped under a stately fir tree nam ed Michael Aneelo Sanzio Ranhael. and "olayedx there with a woodrat named Thomas Chatterten Jupiter - - Zeus. No wonder scientists are interest ed in Opal Whitely, daughter of a comparatively uneducated workman in an Oregon lumber camp True Opal is now much older, burl a diary which she kept when she was a wee girlie, J scarcely big enough to trace out her words in bjg "printed" letters, is so remark able that educators are puzzled as to where she learned it all. Opal explains it by saying that she is the daughter of Van angel father and mother," a mother who taught her many beautiful things, and a father who traveled and died in mysterious far-away lands. Her own parents deny this theory vigorously. Write us the story of the little play, or pageant or cantata which your Sunday school is planning to give. We want to hear all about every one of our Junior singers and actors.

The Old Man

, Once upon a time there was an old man named Charles. , ' - ? . This man was a miser. He had plenty of money but would not spend it. Instead of buying his fuel he would go out and pick the wood up off of the street. His room was very shabby, he had an old stove that he got a? a sale for a dollar. He had a table with barrels for the legs. Once while he was out picking up wood, he saw a little child coming toward him crying. First he thought he would let him pass on by, but the little boy! came up and asked him to take! him home. He thought about it,! and thinking he might get some maney, he said, yes, he would take him home. The little boy told him his Address so the man took him there. . . The boy's parents were very glad and took the man into their care and seeing how shabby he was, ordered him a new suit. Then they hired a barber to shave him and cut his hair. When all this was done, he looked very good. The people let him stay there and the father gave him a place as foreman in his shop. The little boy got to calling him grandpa which made him very glad. Soon he got to be a partner in the firm and was liked by everybody. Kenneth Holtkamp. Woodcraft for Outdoor Bqys and Girls WITHOUT MATCHES By Adelia Belle Beard To forget or lose your matches, or let them get wet accidentally, will not be the calamity it might prove if you always carry a piece of flint and a strong steel of some kind in your pocket when you go on a hike. The -use of flint and steel for starting a fire is only going back several generations to the period when we had no matches, and all outdoor boys and girls, you among them, should know1 how to light a fire in this primitive fashion. Practice at home; practice until you can make a sure thing of It every time, then you can rely on your skill when when the occasion comes to use it. A piece of strong steel shaped like the one shown in our illustra1 STRIKE Tr MINT A GLANCING, Hl.OW WITH THE 5TEEL tion is most convenient to use and to carry, but the back of a knife will answer if It must. The flmt should be large enough to hold easily, and the way to produoe the sparks is to strike the edge of the flint a quick, glancing downward blow with the steel. This part is soon mastered. The trick is to catch the spark and keep it alive. To do this you must use ury, very dry under. Moia your nint so inai me spancs win iainnio your small bunch of tinder and when a valume of smoke arises, fan it with your hand and then gently blow it into flame. Have ready shredded Birch - bark, or other quickly lighted stuff, to use as a match and with it catch your name immediately ana appiy u m your kindling. It is safest to carry tinder with you packed in a small tin box to keep out dampness. You can make this at home. Tear do not cutshort strips of old cotton cloth and Bcorch it in the oven, then pull it apart into small pieces. Try it and see that It lights easily. Dry moss, dry grass, dried willow catkins take sparks readily; also the dried inner bark of Cedar rubbed into fine shreds. Little scraps of paper. Little wads of gum. Not put In the baskets Make a school look glum. J. D New Trier News. Wilmette, in.

IS SANTA COMING

It is almost time for Santa Claus to make his trip through Richmond. My thoughts go back fifty years ago to when I was a child and the "That Trip to France" CHAPTER III Unpopular Teacher is Ahead of Popular Rival by 206 Votes For over a week the contest had been running. On Thursday evening Dot McMillan read in the Eveing News, "Attention, Boys and Girls! Send in all your coupons this week. On Saturday night we will publish the number of votes received by the various teachers during the first two weeks of the popularity contest Send in all your votes before 6 o'clock Friday evening." Thursday evening Dot and her oori bornooa. They askea everyone tney saw to bring coupons to school Friday. Things were coming Miss Norman s way thick and fast. Still there was something mys - terious about those seventh gradCr Thfy were collecting coupo ns no doubt of that and yet they said so little about it. Why? "Oh, how silly! Every coupon will be for Miss Norman!" The chairman of the sixth grade coupon committee passed off the thought that anyone else would be in the field, too. But, when the results of the contest appeared Friday night, little storms broke out in homes all over Kokomo. Fathers chuckled, and mothers smiled. Boys laughed, but some girls took it seriously. Miss Norman was not first, she was second. And, of all persons, the last one anybody would think of Miss Jeannette Bauer, was first. "It can't be right!" exclaimed Dot. Jean smiled sheepishly ,.c w...- v a . ou. i ve ueeu vuuub tu. Bauer all week," joked Dad. Right there were the figures. Inl big type the headlines Baid, "Miss Jeannette Bauer leads in popularity contest, 1097 votes; Miss Mabel Norman second, 889 votes. "Jean" Dot was growing suspicious "are you girls in the seventh grade voting for Miss Norman?" Jean blushed a little. "I wouldn't think we'd vote for anyone else. , I j , I she replied, -evasive-j ly. Dot saw through the plot at once. "You mean, mean things! You're voting for Miss Bauer to ro to France so that you won't have her for your teacher next year." CHAPTER IV Sixth Grade Jubilant; Avalanche of Coupons For Popular Favorite' It was now an open fight. The sixth graders had been suspicious before, they now became positive. The seventh graders no longer tried to hide the name of their favorite. It had settled down now to a duel between Miss Norman and Miss Bauer, Miss Norman being a favorite with one side because she was so tremendously popular and Miss Bauer being the favorite of the opposition because she was even more unpopular. Miss Norman and Miss Bauer joked with each other about it, but to the boys and girls it was serious. It meant work. Each even ing the Norman-ites and the Bauerites, like icemen and milkmen, went along the streets from house to house. They were after votes, and they went everywhere for them. Saturday night the results appeared. Miss Norman had gained, but Miss Bauer wax still ahead. The count stood 4,814 to 4,762. Another week passed by. The 1 supporters of Miss Bauer appeared 10 lose interest. "Oh, well, Miss Norman really ought to have it, anyway," admitted Jean one evening. Saturday came and the totals for the week appeared. Dot rushed into the kitchen waving the paper. Miss Norman was 3,200 votes ahead. During the whole week only 19 coupons had been ,sant in for Miss Bauer. It was over. The next week was the same, and the next. Miss Norman was so far ahead that it seemed unnecessary to vote for her any more. Finally the beginning of the last week of the contest arrived. Things seemed quiet, but there was a lot of buzzing In the cloakroom of the seventh grade in the mornings. 1 (More next week.)

IN AN AIRPLANE?

good times I had on Christmas day. We lived In a log house with one room and a fire place built from the floor up where we kept a log fira burning all night and day. I was told that chimneys were built on purpose for Santa Claus to coma down the night beforo Christ mas to fill our stockings. I had two brothers, one sister and myself and we hung our stockings .under tho mantle. There was no room lor Mother and Father's stockings. We were sent to bed early so Santa could come. I went to sleep without any trouble. Mother called us early Christinas morning. Our stockings were filled with candy and nuts. Sister had a dolj in the top of her stocking. We had a fire burning in the fire place. I peeped up the Chimney and thought how could he come down without burning his feet. I was 8 years old. , ,,i ,i. f ,v, tir8t man God ever made- she said u Ad j tod her gne wa3 mstakell Santa claUs was the first maa becaU8e you alway8 hear more about him h ' d(about Adara rand that Santa laU8 wouU1 be the , t d, l asked ner jf L ' w har d b d h , a b and sheRald he wa3 L ,hon , jL ran,i. mother was born. I wished I could see him come down the chimney with a pack on his back. Doesn't he get sooty?" I asked. Later my father built a frame house with a chimney half way down with one stove pipe hole. I was afraid I wasn't going to get my present that Christmas. I did not think Santa could get in such a small place because he was such a big man. The next Christmas came and we all went to bed early. I did not sleep because I was going to see Santa. I heard so much about seeing him in the papers but I have never seen nun ia never seen him face to face. I lay ,h listenin? for tne reindeer and haa .Inaloa5 n( tho hpa , hprA ' , nt n wa,kP(i on paper rattling. my tiptoes and peeped through the key hole. What do you think I saw? I saw Father and Mother wrapping up presents. For fear mother would hear me, I sllnoed back to bed. I heard her coming. I covered my head up and began lo snore. She took the covers from Airav mv hAarl on1 t n.1 A ma T mitorn't WTCl LU J Uau CI lilt lllU 1111 ""tll t, nv.. mv htiaA nnt T nn snoring until she left the room. I know I was a naughty girl. In the morning we jumped out of bed to see what Santa brought us. My sisler got a big doll, the kind that cries. It was so clean, Santa was so careful not to get anv root on it. I got abig drum. I looked "P ,he chimney and wondered how iih ever pui inai uir uiuui uuwu the chimney. I was proud of my drum. I took it and went over to my friend John's house. He was out in the yard playing with his ponv. He said, "See, what Santa brought me." I said. "How did he bring it?" John said, "Down the chimney, I guess." I said, "Didn't he burn his feet?" "No, come in and Bee what he brought my sister. We went into the house. She said, "See what Santa brought me." It was a square piano. I said. "How did he get down with it?" John said he rode the pony and carried the piano and the toys on his back. I wished we lived in a big house with a big fire place because I want a pony bo bad. Now, dear children, if you have good health, you will live to be as old as Santa Claus. All the chimneys and reindeer and sleighs are out of style, but Santa is coming , this year in an airplane. Look out of your windows on Christmas eve when you hear an airplane because you might see him face to face. I never have. I wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year Betty Estelle, Junior high school. WHO IS HE? He is a great American business man. You see his name in the wheatfields in midsummer. Last week Thomas A Edison. '