Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 46, Number 63, 22 January 1921 — Page 15

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY,' JANUARf 22, 1921

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THE JUNIOR

The Junior Palladium la 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.

AUNT POLLY'S LETTER

Good Evening, Junior Friends: No, you will not have to put all your toy soldiers and cannon away just yet, or make your soldier suit into a rag rug or stop having sham battles and snow forts that isn't at all what we mean or what the big General meant. But it is so very splendid to hear a great big soldier urging people to try and take steps and make laws so that some time there will never be any more wars. People do not want war, we know. They do not want to suffer and die and starve and see their homes destroyed and their business

ruined, but what we are all asking is, how can we stop It? It is especially important to us, then, that a man like General Tasker H. Bliss should urge, as General Bliss urged at a meeting recently hpld in Boston, that the five great world powers should at some set date, begin to do away with any military system which is kept up for the one purpose of fighting with other nations. General Bliss has been a soldier for a long time and was chosen as the American general to give military advice at the Paris Peace Conference. Because of this, his opinion is regarded as having influence. He urges that the steps made toward disarmament or doing away to a great degree with immense standing armies and navies should come from the United States. If we could just all be friends, the people of all the world, and forget to be afraid of each other, it would help a great deal. Let us show we are friendly at any rate. That Is what General Bliss urges, that the United States should show that she really is in favor of peace and to see if the people in other countries are not much more happy when folks are happy together than when they are pulling one another's hair. Try it yourself. The next time you feel like knocking the other fellow in the nose, hold out your hand to him instead; make your face show just as friendly a smile as you can and say "Aw, c'mon, let's don't fight, let's go on and play." And I believe it would be a very mean, unfriendly, disagreeable playmate who would not meet you halfway and answer with a hilarious friendly sort of a whoop, "Let's do!" And nations are just made up of groups of people and boys and girls very much like us here in Richmond. I believe they would meet each other half way if one nation and oh, I hope that will be our own splendid country will only make the suggestion. What do you think about it? AUNT. POLLY.

FEARLESS NEWSBOY STOPS BOMB Jacob Boschia, a newsboy of Clifton, N. Y., saved the lives of the Agnello brothers, barbers, by his fearlessness. On his morning rounds he ran Into a hallway to drop a paper. There he found a package. Looking down, he saw a fuse burning slowly. Without a thought for his own safety, the boy picked up the package and its spitting fuse and carried it to the sidewalk. Setting it down, he stamped on the fuse till he made sure it was out. Then he woke the Agnello brothers and told them what he had found, and left with his papers. Examination of the package showed a bomb in concrete casing. "That's nuttin," he said, with a grin. "But gee, wasn't it lucky I came along?" BOYHOOD STORIES OF FAMOUS MEN A ragged little boy, about 12 years old, sat on a bench near London bridge. He was telling a ragged little girl the stories he made up about the queer people he saw in the London slums. All day the boy worked in a blacking factory, pasting oil paper covers on blacking boxes. In the evenings he visited his father and mother, who had been put into the Marshalsea prison because they could not pay their debts. He earned only seven shillings, or 62 cents a week. Often he was hungry. The girl, his only companion of his own age, was maid of all work in a London lodging house. The boy was Charles Dickens (1812-1870). When he grew up he put the ragged little girl into one of the most famous novels ever written. He made her "The Marchioness" in "The Old Curiosity Shop." STAMP CORNER COLLECT STAMPS AND LEARN Twelve rare stamps are the prize offered for the best essay, "How Postage Stamp Collecting Helps to Study Geography." The contest is now being conducted by The School Union, Sacramento, Cal.

PALLADIUM

WHO IS HE? Dayton, Ohio, is proud of him. In groceries, stores, and shops you are reminded of him. Watch where your money goes. (Last week's: J. Ogden Armour, Chicago meat-packer.) Our Writing Lesson About two weeks ago Miss Phelps came to give our room a writing lesson; but, instead, she printed "A Merry Christmas" on the board, and printed it in Old English lettering. She outlined with red chalk, which made it prettier. Some of the children tried to print like she did, and put on their Christmas cards. Stella Shares, Joseph Moore school. GLEN MILLER PARK DESCRIBED IN LETTER HibbPid School, Richmond, Ind., Jan. 17, 1921. Dear Stephen Bielicki: I was glad to get a letter from a friend in New York. I am going to tell you about a park in Richmond. It has 160 acres and in it is a tree planted by President Harrison. There is a large boulder in this park which is called Abraham Lincoln Rock because on it is a tablet dedicated to Abraham Lincoln. This is -a natural park and has five or more springs that flow pure, clear water constantly. In some there are iron and sulphur water. In this park there is a log school house of earlier times. There is a lake on which people can row in the summer time. There is also a large playground. Please write soon, yours sincerely, Marion Harrison.

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THE STORY OF HOW BRICKS ARE MADE Bricks are made out of clay. Along by the roadside there are men digging clay, the clay is put into a small car and it runs on tracks until it gets to the brickyards. There is a Bhed and the clay is taken in the shed. Then it is put into a large mixing box and then a spray of water is constantly flowing upon the clay and large knives mix the clay and water thoroughly. Then it is put into molds, each mold holds six bricks. Before the bricks are put Into the molds they are sanded by machinery to keep them from sticking to them. After this is done a man with a trowel scrapes off any clay that may be clinging to them, a second man turns them upside down on trays and puts them on small carta and they are drawn to sheds. There they are put upon frames or shelves to dry. In about three or four days they are dry enough to be taken to a kiln. They are built up so as to leave cracks between them, then heat is gradually turned on them. In about eight or ten days the heat is slowly turned off for the bricks cannot be cooled off too quick, in counting all it takes about two weeks in drying the bricks. The line biicks that we see in front of fine houses Tare known as pressed bricks. They are very expensive. That is the reason they are seen in the front of them. Henry Longfellow passed the early part of his life in a brick house, and although it was not very large it took almost two years in building it. Edith Warner, Starr school.

The Accident

A WOODEN STORY When the early settlers first came to the Northeastern States! the first product sent to England was lumber. There were large racts of land coverd with forest in Northern Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont and places south of these are still covered with timber. Look- ; ing from the summit of Mount Katf ahdin one can see nothing but for1 est. The busiest season is in the winter when the swamps are frozen I over and the rocks are covered with snow so that the sleds can go over the ground easily. It takes about 50 men to manage a camp. They go about chopping down the marked trees. Then the logs are put upon the sleds and taken down to the river or stream which is now brozen over so the logs can be piled on the ice. In the spring the logs and ice begin floating toward the mill. This is called a log drive. Sometimes a log gets caught and causes the whole drive to stop, then the men have to go out on the logs and remove the log that has caused the trouble. After it has been removed the logs go on toward the mill. This called a log jam. After the logs have reached the mill they are put In different piles, each pile having a different mark on the logs. The logs are cut according to the marks. Lumbering is an important industry. Richard Brown, Starr school. NEW GEOGRAPHY In our room we have a new map of Europe since the war, showing the new countries. There are two new countries, Jugo-Slavla and Czecho-Slovakia. Poland and Finland are now free. Rumania and Italy are larger. France has AlsaceLorraine. Austria la very small, for large pieces have been taken from it. Germany has lost German Poland and Alsace-Lorraine. MarIan Hodgin, Joseph Moore School.

WHEN THE

CARNIVAL IS FAILURE GIRLS NOW TAKE HOLD Shock and Tub were peeking through a window of the dressing room at the main floor of the old skating rink. It was the night of the carnival and they were' anxiously watching every time the door opened. ' ; "Shock, where are all the fellows? It doesn't look as if there's going to be very many," said Tub. "Just take it easy, the fellows will be here all right. Say Tub, you know there are a : lot more girls than fellows out there. Wouldn't that be fierce? The cirls'll sure think we're a bunch of pikers." "It doesn't make any difference who's here just so we can rake in the money." Each person who came into the room meant just so much toward the future of the team. All too soon 8 o'clock came and the stunts began. The boys had expected to see the room crowded, but they had to begin with hardly half of the seats taken. To Tub, Shock, Buck and the rest of the fellows their stunts meant nothing. Their minds were back in the office, helping Pete Weeds count the receipts. As soon as the last fight was over, Shock fairly lepaed into the hall on his way to find Pete. "No use hurrying dike that," said PetP a a he oaueht Shock's arm In J passing. "We didn't even make enough to pay tor tne rem iomgui. OUR VISITOR One cold winter when we lived in the country, a Cardinal roosted on our porch. Sometimes when we would feed the chickens, the winter birds would come for something to eat, and amoug them was Mr. Cardinal. Winter passed and Mr. Cardinal found a new mate, and brought her to our porch. He thought the porch would be a good place to build their nest. "Well," said Mrs. Cardinal, "it's too close to the house, and, anyway, I am afraid of the cats." "Oh, no," answered her husband, "just come and look how nice it is. I roosted here all winter, and no one bothered me." She nervously looked the place over for a day or two, but knew It was too close to the house. Finally Mrs. Cardinal had her way and they built their nest in a bush along the creek. Josephine Williams, Junior High School. Answer to Riddle No. 2: Potatoes and corn are like certain sinners of old because, having eyes they see not, and ears, they hear not.

TO SOOTHE HIS WKATVt. s

BOYS FAILED

Where on earth were all the fellows?" Shock stared at Pete and then turned and started to sneak out the back way. He had a woundJ pride and a black eye and he didn't now which hurt the worst. But meet her he did as he started out the back door. "Make it, Shock?" anxiously asked Peg. "Naw," answered Shock as he slunk by. Peg felt sorry for Shock and for the whole team and as she turned to go home with the girls she determined she'd find a way to get that money. PLAN PLAY SECRETLY PEG HUSTON HEROINE The next Monday after the carnival had fizzled the boys of the Senior class noticed the Senior girls talking in little groups. "What's the idea?" Inquired Shock, as he met Peg Huston on the stairs. "Why nothing at all! Just a party we girls are planning," Peg answered Innocently. But Peg knew better. She and the Senior girls had met a lew nights before and decided to put the team on its feet. They were sure they could make some money some way. After talking over several plans, they decided to give a play. "Let's give a real play, and make Peg the leading lady," cried Fran Hoffman. "Peg thought up this plan and she deserves to be our star on that night." Peg tried to persuade them that there were other girls In the bunch better looking and girls better BUited for leading ladies. But they refused to listen. Finally Peg consented. During the next two weeks there were many times when the boys wondered what the girls were up to. They tried to quiz several of them on the subject but they usually got some such an answer as, "Oh nothing, Just planning a little fudge party." In the meantime the girls were practising day and night. Peg, especially, worked hard, for she was determined that the play should help the team. Four days before the night of the play, big posters appeared. Senior Girls' Play, "Betty Sees It Through." The boys of course, were curious and everyone of them even down to the Freshmen, decided to be there. The girls had decided the same thing long before. (More Next Week) Answer to Riddle No. 4: The back of a watch is always behind time. A TALE OFTWO CATS I found on the doorstep one cold winter night, Two little kittens, one black and one white I made them a bed of straw and hay, And fed them warm milk three times a day. I naTned one Ned and the other Ted. Every night I put them to bed. I had a dog his name was Ben He soon became their dearest friend. I carried their milk in a little can. They all drank out of the same tin pan. When they all grew large enough to eat meat and bread, They all slept together in the same old bed. Ned hada fight I am sorry to say, He made a bed in the barn on the hay. Ned was ornery and very stuck up. And too proud to sleep by the old brown pup. Ned was a very lazy cat He slept all day on the old door mat And Ted would watch night and day For rats and mice about the hay. Ted and Ned are now full grown. They keep me company when I am alone They play and run through the grass and leaves And play peek-a-boo behind the trees. Betty Estelle, Junior High school.