Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 46, Number 39, 24 December 1920 — Page 24

FACE TWO

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, FRIDAY, DECEMBER 24, 1920

&y Frances Trego Montgomerv

J Parti. ' .' The kids were delighted with their home, for it was large and roomy and their bed nice and soft, . while the two windows on either t Eide made It light and the sun could Enine in ana warm mem up. , now . ever, though, everything was comfortable, they did not feel Quite . rixht. and Day complained of a dizzy feeling in her head and as it the oranges she had eaten did not like her bread-basket and wanted to roll out; while Night said he felt as if he had swallowed a top and it was still spinning Inside of him. Poor little kids! they did not know they were getting seasick from the pitching and rolling of the vessel, ' which was now out at sea, with the wind blowing a stiff gale. , Soon

the mate brought them some sup- . per, but though they had been hungry before, the very sight of food made Night's top spin faster and harder than ever, and Day's little stomach go around like a churn. ; "Oh, my! Oh, my; 1 feel so sick 'and I want to see my mamma!" .: cried Day. , . "So do I! " cried Night; and they huddled up close and rubbed their heads together for comfort. . Just then they heard the old cow bawl, and, listening, found she was ' calling to them. "You poor little dears!" she said, "I feel very sorry for you, and if I could get loose from this rope I

would come over there and comfort you, and give you some of my nice warm milk. Don't you think you could manage to crawl over to me and get a drop or two? It will set tle your stomachs and make you feel all right" As they had helped themselves to the old sheep's milk, they did not see any reason why they should . not do the same with the old cow's, especially ag she had offered it to them: so presently the two sick little things crawled out of their bouse and managed to get to her, after many bumps and falls on the slippery deck. But once there they had a good supper of the waram milk and felt better for it. After they had all they wanted, the cow licked them over with her rough tongue, and when she bad finished, Day looked once more like her sweet, dear self, while Night shone like a piece of black satin. ' The old cow was thus employed when the mate and captain came out In the deck to take -a look around after having their supper. "I see the kids have made friends with our cow," said the captain, "and the three make quite a pretty pictufe- .stand there together." Part 2. In half an hour the ship with the Kids and Bossy on board had been tied to the dock, the gangplank pushed out, and the two kids xad skipped. But poor Bossy could not -get away to save her life; "there were so many watching her all the time, and she had to endure the agony of seeing the kids high upon a bluff overlooking the harbor, eating the sweet grass she so much longed for. "Never mind," she said to herself, "I will get away yet, when they are all in the cabin vUng dinner." This she kept Baying to herself, as Bhe pulled at her rope and walked , up and down the small space she had to move in. "It is cruel to keep a cow in such a place as a ship, with a space no larger than a plat- . ter to walk in." . She thought they never would get the ship unloaded and the new freight put on, or go below and give her a chance to get away. But as all things must come to an end. this, too, came to one, and all hands went below to dinner. Now was her chance. She pulled and pulled at her rope until she nearly pulled her head off, but it would not break, nor would it slip over her horns, and she thought it must be made of wire, It held, together so tightly. Then she tried chewIng it In two. but her teeth made no impression on it, as they were made for chewing grass and not for hard things like rope. While she had been trying to get loose, the vessel, all unknown to her, had drifted quietly out of the harbor, and when she looked up she saw her coveted hills of grass fading from her view. This was too great a disappointment to be endured, and without a second thought, she Jumped Wer the side of the vessel into the water. But horror of horrors! 'what was the matter? For swim 'as hard as she,

could she made no headway, for the rope did not break as she had expected it to and she found her self still tied to the ship. One of the Bailors had seen her Jump oyer, and he called to the captain, and scon all hands were on deck looking at her as she swam at the end of the rope, making futile plunges in her wild endeavor to break It and swim to the shore. The captain said, "Bring me a rope with a lasso and we will full her up on deck again, as I have Been them load cattle in South America." When he got the rope he threw it over her horns, and passing the other end over a pully, they soon pulled poor, disappointed Bossy Qut of the water, and left her a wiser but a sadder cow, chewing a bunch of hay instead of the green grass she had so longed for. AH this time the two kids had stood on the bluff watching the vessel sail away with their old friend on board. From the top of the hill they had watched her endeavor to get away and her failure, and they, too', almost cried with disappointment when the rope did not break and let her loose. Irene's Christmas letterAnd Vhat Happened to It Of all the merry crowd that had been invited to visit Santa Claus at the toy store that Saturday afternoon, none went away more discouraged than little Irene Newberry. She had lingered among the toys, wishing she might have a few for her own. The only toys she ever possessed were a rag doll and a small doll cart, given her by a charity committee. She had never forgotten their visit and wondered if they would call again this year. As the children chatted merrily with Santa 'Claus she heard him say, "Now children, you must write me a letter telling me what would like to have." Irene had never written a letter to anyone and she did not know how to go about it. It was quite dark when she reached home and her mother was anxiously waiting for her. Irene told her all about the beautiful toys and how Santa had asked them all to write him a letter. "Do you think I could write him a letter, mother?" she said. "Irene dear," said her mother, "you might try, but I am afraid Santa will not find us this year. Everything is so high, and if ,we can Just manage to get the necessaries I am sure we should be satisfied." All that evening, Irene tried to frame a suitable letter to Santa and when she. finally dropped the envelope into the mail box, Bhe felt relieved and went to bed dreaming of the toy store and Santa. The next morning as the mail man on his usual round found th little unstamped letter in the box, he glanced at the address and put it carefully in his coat pocket. That evenlnjt another little girl was busyjslannlng. The postman had taken the Santa Claus letter iiome to his little Invalid daughter Carolyn,, She could not enjoy Christmas as other children, but this letter suggested to her a new and happy idea: Together with the aid of her father and mother she decided to play Santa Claus to Irene Newberry. ' Thd days from then till Christmas were busy ones for Carolyn. A SONG Hark! the Herald Angels sing Glory to the new-born king! Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled!

Her father bought a pretty doll for Irene Newberry, at the toy store and she and her mother made a dress, coat, -and hat for It. They bought some fruit, candy, and nuts, a dress, a hair ribbon, games, books, and a pair of gloves. When the things were ready they packed them in a large Christmas box. Late Cfarijtmas eve Carolyn's father took the box and placed it on the doorstep of Irene Newberry's home, rapped on the door, and slipped away. Irene's mother who was still awake, came to the door and found the package. Tears of Joy came to her eyes as she unwrapped the box and found that someone had answered Irene's letter to Santa. By Margaret Kemper, 7B grade. Junior high school.

SANTA CLAUS'S VISIT (Continued from rage One) pity's sake wake up," said Bobby as he ran into Marcella's room the next morning. Don't you know it's Christmas morning?" But Marcella had hopped out of bed before he finished speaking and in a few minutes they were racing downsCftirs with the rest of the family at their heels, Mr. Wal lace tossing th shouting Teddy up into the air as he came. There was much shouting and laughing as the presents were being unwrapped. There was a drum for . Teddy and a doll for Dotty on the tree, while under the tree there was a toy piano for Elsie, a doll house for Kitty, a sled for Bobby, and a sled for Marcella. For Mrs. Wallace there was a piano and for Mr. Wallace there was a new golf set and plenty of candy for all. At dinner they stuffed on turkey and cranberries and all sorts of good things to eat, and thy had a good time all the rest of the day. Eloise Mills, Garfield school. Each One Has A Cat in Lillian's Family New Paris, O. Dear Aunt Polly: I thought I would write a letter to the Junior as I have not written one for a long time. i We will have two weeks' vacation at Christmas, but will have to go till the day before Christmas. I am in a play at school at the Christmas entertainment, the name of it is "Father Christmas and Cosette." Each member of our family has a cat of their own, and we all think ours is the nicest. My cat's name is Kitty Clover. We have a motor hack this year and we don't have to start so early as we did last year. We are going away Xo eat turkey for Christmas. My sister and I raised four turkeys and sold them for more than $20, and we are going to buy some more Thrift Stamps with the money. We play Authors every night when we get our lessons and have a lot of fun. We have four cows. I used to milk. Daddy pays us 5 cents for each cow we milk, but mino klck9 now, so I don't help any more. My chum's name is Thelma Norris, she lives at Pleasant Hill. We all have good times at our school. I liked the Mystery House and A Little Bit of Everything very well. And a number of the short stories. I am ten years old, and in the sixth grade. From a reader. Lillian Smelker. N (Dear Lillian: My but you write interesting letters. Let us hear from you again real soon. Instead of playing Authors some night, play Author and write a story for the Junior. I believe you can write a good one. Aunt Polly.) j

of GLADNESS

Joyful, all ye nations, rise, Join ihe triumph of the skies; With the angelic host proclaim Christ is born in Bethlehem.'

WHAT THE STOCKINGS HELD A STORY

It was late ono Christmas eve. The wind was blowing fearfully through the tall trees. Through the windows of a little cottage came a cheerful light and sounds of laughter. Two little children could be seen hanging up their stockings. Their mother came in from the kitchen saying. "You had better go to bed now or Cant;i won't come tonight." "All right mother," sang tne cnuaren as they climbed the stairs to their bedroom. "Jimmie, I hope Santa Claus brings me a Bot of dishes and a big doll," said Helen as she pulled the covers up closer to her face. "I wish Santa would bring me a rockinghorse," replied Jimmie as he turned over in bed. Soon the children were fast asleep dreaming of their rockinghorse, set of dishes, and a big doll. Bright and early the next morning, Jimmie and Helen in their night-gowns ran into the room where the Christmas tree was. "Oh, Jimmie! Look got, a big doll, a set what I of dishCan Yon Read This Christmas Puzzle Story? See if you can straighten out the letters that look wrong in the following poem so as to know what it is talking about: On Christmas Eve the reslocar Make all the evening glad with song. Then merrily troop the singers home. And gayly are the scotnigks hung. Then, from the rooms all brightly dressed In lohly, eotslimle, and the rest Of Christmas decorations, go The nerlhdic sleepily and slow To bed, believing if they're good And go to sleep as children should. Tanas will coiuo ere they awake, In Ills neirreed hesilg o'er field and brake; Come down the nimechy with his bic brown kapc I Full of merry serpsnet fastened to his back; Leave tusn and dancy, srdum and lodls so gay For the children in the house to find on Christmas Day. If you are not ab'le to make thpse words look right and fit in their places, look at the list below and find out the right answer: Santa, holly, mistletoe, stockings, chimney, pack, reindeer, sleigh, children, carolers, candy, nuts, presents, drums, dolls. Risen with healing in His wings. Light and life to all He brings, Hail, the Sun of Righteousness! Hail, the heaven-born Prince of Peace! Wesley.

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es and Borne other things!" said Helen. "1 got a rocking-horse and a lot of other things, too." replied Jimmie. Their mother came in and said, "Did Santa bring you what you wanted?" "Yes, mother," returned the children as they ran around the Christ-

nas tree. Rexford Jay Huntington, Junior high school. A Selfish Child Dear Santy: Do you have a permanent home, Where I could talk to you all alone? You may think I am a selfish child, You can tell much better after I talk to you a while. Bring me a present that is priced very high, That no other child can afford to buy. Don't bring any candy or any other sweet 6tuff, I'm afraid my brother will take a bite before I am up. When I get candy and nuts and sweet bread, I keep them until night and eat them in bed. Mother tells me I am selfish, that is not right. But I have such a knack of holding on tight. Now Santy, my stoeking will be striped with blue, You can tell it from the rest for it will be just brand new. There is brother's and sister's and one for the nurse, You can put all the nice things in my stocking first. Bring me a wrist watch that I can lock tight, So my sister can't wear it to dances at night, And a gold lavalier that locks under the chin So my sister can't wear it when she goes out with Jim; And a big Victrola that stands on the floor, Remember I don't play with dolls any more. All the dolls you brought are packed away tight. They play with one another all day and all night. Mo'ther says 1 am selfish, that is not right, But 1 have such a knack of holding on tight. Oh yes, bring me a( kodak with leather so brown, I will hide it in the closet when ray brother is around. After you fill my stocking and Ifhve anything left Just lay the other things down on the shelf. -You selfish girl, it would be worth while To give all your presents to some poor little child. I would give them away if they were mine, And make someone happy at this Christmas time. I have story books and dishes and toys of all kinds, And I'm going to keep them for they are all mine. I have a nice sled with runners so bright I used to ride on it on cold winter nights. ' I know I am selfish, I know it's not right, If I live until next Christmas I won't hold so tight. Betty Estelle, Junior high school.