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CANADIAN STUDENT TALKS ABOUT THE DOMINION AT SCHOOL The Tuesday after Thanksgiving, Mr. Cody of Earlham came over to Joseph Moore and gave a talk on Canada. He talked for half an hour and then we asked questions for half an nour. It 1b a great deal more Interest log than having to study out of a book Mr.' Cody told many Interesting things. Some of the things he told were about when he was up in can a1 a in hi father's lumber camp, He said that they would come to treeg . that looked perfectly solid and when they cut into the center it would be full or noney. Benjamin Bentley, Joseph Moore school. RISK8 SELF TRYING TO MAKE BRUTAL ITALIAN CEASE BEATING HORSE James Horn, of Brooklyn, N. Y., at the risk of punishment from a brutal Italian, recently tried to stop him from beating a horse. This act, requiring even a finer type of bravery than the rescuing of a drowning friend, has b een widely . commented on In young Horn s home city. Mrs. Annie Gibson Allte says: "Keen on In your mood work, James Horn, and teach friends to follow your example. -This summer I have seen hundreds of boys who roam the streets In large gangs in the neighborhood of parks, and in almost all cases I have noticed that their chief amuse ment lies in stoning birds and squirrels, catching frogs and twirling them around with strings tied to their legs, catching butterflies only to destroy them, and doing every other sort of act of destruction and cruelty. "We feel 'sure that the right kmd of a mother has trained James Horn to be such a splendid exception to this rule. We may also feel sure that he will be the right kind of a man." Answer to Puzzle 2: Twas the night before Christmas And all thru the house, Not a creature was stirring, Not even a mouse. LLOYD RYALL WfNS $100, FIRST OF 43,012 BOYS IN ; . WRITING OF SLOGANS ,1 (True Story of a Real Boy) , Lloyd Ryall, 14 years old, of Crary, North Dakota, Is thinking seriously these days of being an advertising man. Out of 43,012 boys in a. recent national contest Lloyd was the one who wrote the best caption for an advertising picture. "Down Hill with a Grin-ron Tires That Win" is the slogan that won the $100 prize. It made Lloyd grin even more. - This prize was offered by a b!g robber company to the boy who would think up the best and snappiest title for an advertising picture showing three boys coasting dowu hill on their bicycles. Some of the others which won irtzes and honorable mention were : "Out for Mileage and Sraileagc", Heal Joy for a Real Boy," "A Mile of Smiles on a Tire Worth While," "Three Fast Friends," "Oh, Boy! What Joy!" "No Use Talking, This Boats Walking," and "Stunts and Fun All in One."

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J ..;: . CHAPTER VI ' Buck was knocked unconscious, and later was about to be hanged. Mary had ' gotten the ropes that bound her, off. and was caught by the man who was to watch her in the act of hitting him over the head with a board. "Now. just for that, I'll take a kiss," said the man with a mean laugh. He made a jump for her but Mary quickly steppen aside. . There was a struggle but the man being the stronger, soon got what he wanted. Mary was filled with rage, and, seeing that there was nothing In her way, she ran out of the cave with the man chasing her. The man soon caught up with Mary but she knocked him down. Mary ran on and in a little while she saw the outlaws just riding away from a hanging figure. She waited until they had gone away and then she went to the hanging figure and cut the rope. Of course, it was Buck, and he was almost dead. The outlaws had just hung him there and had riden away. Mary took him to a stream close by and gave him water of which he slowly drank. Then she dragged him behind some bushes and sat down beside him and began to do all she could for him. The outlaws on their way to the cave met the man who was to have watchen Mary. "What are ya doin' here, why ain't ya with the gal?" asked the Black Mask. "Huh, I'd like to see ya keep that gal in thar," he said. "That gal's a good bit away from here by this time." Then he told how Mary had a gun hidsomewhere and how she held the gun as well as she could with her hands tied behind her and made him untie her hands and after he had done that, she ran out of the cave and he was just now getting back from the chase. The Black Mask sneered and said, "You traitor! Now you have let that gal go! Tomorrow you will be shot," and he ordered hip men to get him. but he was too quick for them. He dashed through brush and shrub and was soon in the woods. , The Black Mask sent five men after him, but the man had climbed a tree and the five outlays passed on, without seeing him. He . was not far from Mary and Buck. Mary raw him and thought he Wat bunting her. She told Buck, who had recovered. He was not very strong now, but he walked out and said, "What do you want?" The man stopped without answering, but all the while he was thinking to himself, "Here's a chance to get even with the Black Mask." He did not like to be called a traitor. (To be continued). LLOYD SLIFER. Junior High School. WeThinkSo Too! Joseph Moore has an orchestra of seven people. Mildred Fox plays the piano and Bernice Simpson, James Moore, Roland Lane, Mervlne Loper play the violins; Benja-J mm nenuey piays me ceiio, ana Richard Hutcbins plays the drum. We have played in chapel three times and we like it very well. We have played a good many pieces, too. Mrs. Nice is our assistant director and the director is Miss Marlatt; and I think we will get along just fine. By Bernice Simp son, Joseph Moore School. LEG BROKEN; CARRIED TO SCHOOL, BOUND TO WIN THAT PRIZE MEDAL (True Story of a Real Boy) Joseph Wallace, of Wilkee-Barre, Pa., has made up his mind to win the gold medal for a perfect attendance record at school this year. Whether or not his leg is ,broken, makes no difference to Joe. During the summer, the plucky boy earned money by picking cherries, until one day he fell out of a tree and broke a bone in his leg. ' It will be a good many weeks before he can walk again, but every day his two older brothers carry him to school. i - Remember, Joe Wallace is after; that prize. It was an army of big-i ger boys, like Joe, who won the j World war. '

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY, JANUARY 15, 1921

Businesslike Are Juniors Who Sold Red Cross Seals The lied Cross sold Christmas seals to fight tuberculosis. They also let the schools serl them. At Joseph Moore school the president and secretary of the sixth grade unit took charge of the eaies. We took a sraall box and cut a slit in the lid to keep our money in. We had to havesome way to keep track of how many we sold. So we made a chart and ruled it off in squares. The teachers' names went on the left hand side of the chart. Whenever a teacher took some stamps we put the number of stamps they took on tho chart. When they would pay for the stamps we would mark paid. The secretary would report in the chapel of tho number of stamps we had sold that week. We sold $10 worth of seals altogether. John Evans, 6B, Joseph Moore. READING A LANDSCAPE By Irene Francis W. I. Cleaves Parker School "Gee," sighed Frank, "I'd like to be alive a few hundred thousand years from now, to see what this canyon will be like by that time." "Yes, or a hundred thousand years ago," agreed John. "I'll bet there wasn't even a gully here then." - These boya knew that the pretty little limestone canyon, twenty feet deep, with a tiny stream at the bottom, which they had been exploring had not always been there. They knew that it would not keep its present form forever. And they know that when you look at any landscape, you can read its past and foretell its future. They like to imagine the days long past, when there were arctic conditions where they now live, and when great icebergs ground each other to pieces In the channel of a mighty rushing river, where only a pile of boulders in a dry valley, remains to tell the tale. . When these boys tramp over a long gravel ridge, even though :t is miles from any lake, they know that only waves can grind rocks up into sand and gravel. So they say, "There must have been a lake here once." When they see a hill of pure sand, they say, "Only wind piles up sand like this. This is a sand dune." When they climb over clay hills, with occasional swampy spots, they recognize the end of an ancient ice sheet. Other hills they can see have been left when rivers have cut away the soil on either side. If Frank and John lived in a mountainous country, they might see hills that were made by the folding of rock when the interior of the earth shrank. If they ever go to the drumlin region of Wisconsin or New York, they may be puzzled at seeing many hills, all of the same strange-elliptical shape a shape similar to that of an egg But even if they cannot determine at first sight that these hills were formed under the great ice sheet, at least, they will know that investigation and reasoning will reveal their history. This knowledge makes every place they go more Interesting. Answer to Riddle 4: "Why does an onion resemble a ringing bell?" Because peel follows in an onion and peal follows peal in a ringing bell. J

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I Like My Teacher Lynn, Ind., Jan. 11, 1921. Dear Aunt Polly:

I thought I would like to write you a letter. I have some pets. I have two fish, a Bantam hen and rooster, a cat, a dog named Buster. I have two old canary birds and three baby birds. I am 11 years old. 1 go to school at Carlos City. My teacher is Ella Hazel Pickett. I like her very much. She lives out by Greencastle. My birthday is the 7th of November. My father takes the Palladium. The Junior is mine. I like to read the stories in the Junior Palladium. From MARY MILLER. Carlos School, Lynn, Ind Dear Mary: I know someone else who has a birthday on the 7th of November. J She writes good stories for the Ju nior ever bo often. I like to read letters from you. Glad you like the Junior. AUNT POLLY. BILL TAKES A BATH I had some time in the country vacation week. I went to my friend's house in the country. We played hide-and-go-seek in the barn until it was time to feed the hogs. We went away back to the farther end of the pasture to a creek which ran through the pasture, and got each a hog to ride. One was root ing at a hole on the hill side. We thought we might get a rabbit. So I went and got a stick and twisted it in the hole and got a rabbit. We had it for supper. On our way home Bill fell off once and rolled in the creek. Bill and I laughed until we could not laugh any more. Verne Schwab, 6A grade, Joseph Moore school. 'STAY ON FARM", SAYS CANADIAN BOY, OWNER OF $1,192.00 PRIZE CALF Glen Campbell, 9 years old, of Chat or, Manitoba, was the prord exhibitor of the first prize and grand championship winning calf at the recent stock show in Winnipeg. The calf weighed 1,030 pounds and sold for 50 cents a pound, or $525. The second prize calf, exhibited by Richard Hamilton, aged 10, weighed 910 rounds and sold for $1.31 a pound or $1,192. Boys' and girls' clubs interested in the breeding of pure bred live stock recently have been formed all over western Canada as part of a movement to keep boys and girls on the farm by quickening their interest in farm work. As a result, fanners' children in the prairie provinces now own live stock valued at several hundred thousand dollars. GIRL PAINTS PICTURES, SELL THEM TO LOCAL BANKS, STORES. OFFICES Walk into the lobby of the biggest bank in Frankfort, Ky., and you will see there on the walls a beautiful painting, the scene of which is a wooded park adjoining one of Frankfort's schools. This painting was done by Mildred Harriman, a 13-year-old girl, who this year is enterine- the Frankfort high school. Ever since she was three years old, Mildred has been practicing all sorts of painting. She is unus ually good at painting landscapes. Instead of putting her paintings away in a drawer, she, like a modern business woman, offers them for sale to offices, banks, and stores of her own city. They are readily taken up. WALK. YET HE. 4UST'COMe. At4

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How I Improved My Subtraction Every night during the Thanksgiving vacation my father gave me work in arithmetic and timed me. Wednesday night I worked 10 problems in 3 minutes and 20 seconds. On Thursday I worked 10 problems in 3 minutes and 15 seconds. On Friday I worked 10 problems in 3 minutes and 25 seconds. On Saturday I worked 10 problems in 3 minutes and 20 seconds. Sunday I worked problems with eight and nine figures in them. I worked 8 problems in 3 minutes and 15 seconds. I got them all correct. Now I am nearly up to standard. ROMA J. MABEY. 6B Joseph Moore School, Richmond, Indiana.

A Little Boy and His Father Once upon a time there was a little boy and his father. His mother was dead. They were very poor, and lived in the woods in a very cold house. The father goes to town every day and sells chickens, hogs which he raises and gets his money to make his living with. The little boy Robert helps him as much as he can. He feeds the hogs and things when his father is very tired. He goes and chops wood for his father to burn in the fire place. This little boy's father's brother Is very rich. He likes him very much. But he doesn't think so. Robert's uncle lives in New York, he lives in a fine' large house, and has a large green car. He is married and has two children. The girl's name is Helene. The boy's name is George. Robert likes to play with George. One day they sent word for Robert and his father to come and live with them, and so they did. When Christmas came they got lots of toys. They lived happy ever after. Madge Bavender, age 9, grade 4A Greensfork school. . Answer to Riddle 5: "What is that you cannot hold for ten minutes, although it is as light as a feather?"' Your breath. Fan and Tumbles Last Monday I asked mv fathpr if he would take me a ride behind the automobile on my sled out to the hill. We took mv aunt and uncle. When Father started I fell off and he had to stop. Then he started ud Main street to Eighth street there was a steep hill and a sharp turn and I fell off again and rolled over to the curb. Then my uncle got on with me and we got to the hill without any trouble. We had to walk about a half mile When we got there we coasted about an hour and we had a lot of fun. MERVINE B. LOPER. Joseph Moore School, 6A Grade. HEROIC SCOUT RESCUES COMRADES SHOT IN FACE BURLINGTON, Iowa. When John Doane, blinder by a charge of duck shot in his shoulder and face, plunged unconscious out of a canoe in which he and "fifteen-year-old Jack Dixon were hunting on tho Mississippi, Jack, although fully ciotned, seized his companion, swam with the lifeless, half-drowned boy a distance of sixty yards in a swift current, landed on a email island ana resucltated Doane by means of artificial respiration. He had learned how through his training as a boy scout in one of the Burlington scout organizations. Jack worked over young Doane until help arrived. Both boys are students in the Burlington High School and had gone hunting after school! Jack is (he son of Dr. and Mrs. J. W. Dixon, of Burlington, Iowa. VACATION FUN Last week John. Tracy, Maurice, Dudley and I went sliding on the old hill. We slid down the hill three or four times. We didn't start from home until late. When we were coming home we had a snow fight. All of us boys fired snow balls at Dudley. After a while Dudley went back to the hill. We boys went on and pretty soon we stopped and took each other's measure with snow balls. Then after while it was time to come home. We had a very good time. - Eugene Wickett, 6B, Joseph Moore School. "You Americans say we 'ave no 'umor," said 'the loyal Britisher, "but I'll 'ave you understand, sir, that Henglisb jokes are not to be laughed at."