Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 46, Number 93, 26 February 1921 — Page 17

THE RICHMOND PALADIUM, SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 26. 1921

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THE JUNIOR RICHMOND PALLADIUM

The Junior Palladium is 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 aa 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

Hello Juniors: If a man has an Irish name, sa the story goes, he is usually into something. So perhaps it is due to his Irish name of O'Callaghan that the Lord Mayor of Cork, Ireland, got himself into something first in an America bound boat without the little ticket called a passport which said he might go, and then, into trouble. He is still in the latter. Perhaps it would have happened just the same if he had bren O'Kelly or O' Shaunessy, or even such mild sounding American name as Brown or Jones. But how he came is probably not the chief thought in Mr. O'Calla-

ghan's mind these days. More probably how he shall return to his;

country. Several state departments are considering his case and no one has decided yet, just what ought to be done with him. The fact that he has defied United States and international laws and has come, as a stowaway to this country, cannot be overlooked. If he is called a "seaman" he could be granted a seaman's passport, sc says the Federal department of labor. In the strictest interpretation of the law, he could at once be deported that is sent back to Ireland. If he Is called a "political refugee" he could stay in this country and be allowed certain privileges. So, you see, just the word the state department decides is the best one to describe him and his run-away act, will have a great deal to do with what happens to Mr. 'O'Callaghan. What will happen to Lord Mayor O'Callaghan is an interesting puzzle those days to many hundreds, probably thousands of people. Watch and see what the answer will be. If any of you Juniors, whether you were Irish, English or any other nationality before you became a glad-hearted American, are especially interested in Mr. O'Callaghan and the troubles of Ireland right now and would like to write and tell Junior readers what you think O'Callaghan ought to be called and how our country should act with him and his country, we will be very glad indeed to publish such letters. AUNT POLLY.

WHO IS SHE? She wrote the "Battle Hymn of the Republic." Last week : ' Andrew Jacl-.son, "Old Hickory." SUSPECTED One time there was a boy that did not have any parents. He livt-d j with a very cross farmer. i The farmer sent the boy to a; city which was very far off. The; boy had to go after night because j the fanner said he would waste ' time going in the day-time. While the boy was gone Dr Harper's house was robbed or i i limit 1 Art Hr-.ttVl ftf Oil XT A 1 1 OUUUl flVU "una i o.i.c. ..I Everybody thought, Roy, which V...: v a:a s. vo he had been seen there late at i night. He was arrested and had to have a trial and was found in-j nnrpnt. Writtpr bv Homer Coleman, Bethel school, Fountain City, j Ind. SOME BLOWING During the last three years one of the janitors at the Lawrence High School, Lawrence, Kans., has blown up approximately 325 basketballs, volley balls, and footballs, for the use of students in all the schools of the city. "The guy who blows 'em up" says he prepares on an average of 3 balls a week. Of course, he does not use his breath to do it, but has a small pump which does the work quickly and efficiently. OUR NEW BABY Our new bay's name is Fred, My other brother's name is Ted. I am just Mary, Plain little Mary. My brother Larry. Is just a baby. Bad little Larry That is as loving as a berry. Leneta Cox. DO YOU KNOW This week's Bible question by the "Y" Scoutmaster. What woman of the Bible was a Judge? If you cannot find the answer to this question, look in this corner next week and you'will see it published.Answer to last week's : About 400 years elapsed between Old and New Testament times.

A FUNNY STORY

once upon a time my friends camp to my house. One ot the boys mid hp u-ns "oil-- over to the baksua ne was oins over lo me on ery and look In the window. We went over m nd we looked in the window. A man said, "Lookout below." We looked up and he thivw a barrel of water on us. I said: "Dirty trick." Frank Wentz, 5A, Vails school. BOYHOOD STORIES OF FAMOUS MEN JOHN MUIR "John, is it necessary to tell you

every night that you must go to bed said Dorothy, changing the subwhen your brothers go?" i ! ject. "I love the woods here, they

- .'. . . ." . The father glanced at tne dook, Uia ,.,, nhon hB saw that it was a church history, his anger was somewhat abated, "Get up early in the morning if vou want to read." he said. John was gleeful, but he didn't J know how he-would get awake. But ! at one o'clock the next morning he ; awoke as if by magic. How fine it' was that he would have such a long time to read! John Muir was an ardent student of botany and geology. He has been called "John O' Mountains," I "The Father of the Yosemite," andi "The Laird of Skyland." A MASTER DECORATOR It rained for a long time and then it changed to snow The snow, covered the trees very beautifully; ana mey iookpq nice Dig snow men. , 1 1 J X In the morning when I woke up the' The i world had been decorated. bushes think Dusnes looaeu pieuy auu mey. th nk everv lit e rl and bov was

V i i j 9 Many children had out their sleds rT l.v :u u j .. I :,-a. and were coasting down hills be-j

plari fn spe thfi snow, don't. vou?;..:J , x, A.

lore scnooi time, i "lother boys sitting on the bank fish-i could have been who decorated the j world so lovely. I think it must hey had a fire and were cookhave been God for no living man;,-.. riinn , wasn.t mnrp fhan'

could have done it so well. Evelyn Carr, 5A grade, Vaile school. A SLEEP-WALKER My mother told me one night that I had the nightmare. I got up and tried to find the light. And instead of Dulline the cord I pulled ; a picture down. Then I opened thei door and turned the light on down stairs. My mother called, up and asked what I was doing. And then I woke up. Roy Rutherford, 5 A Vaile school.

Coming of Spring

Loud howls the wind,' Deep lies the snow, But the time is coming When winter must go. Lo from her cavern, Spring hovers near, ' Awaiting the time When she shall appear. Quivers each tree top, Snaps each small twig. Of winter's last try To make itself big. Nearer and nearer Steals the Spring Queen Till at last in the open She makes herself seen. Then with a moaning Winter departs Leaving sweet springtime To gladden our hearts. Shyly each leaflet Lifts up its head Lightly the flowers Spring out of bed. Springtime has come Gladly the earth Awakes from her sleep To partake of the mirth. Margaret R. Nice. "The best tackier on the 1920 Wisconsin football team," is what they say of Ralph V. Scott, '22, Haddin, Mont., now attending the University of Wisconsin. A trophy cup has been presented him. It was Sunday afternoon, about 5 o'clock when Dorothy Robinson went over to Alice Peters' (her chum's) house. It was just about dusk and Dorothy wanted to take a walk. So she and her chum started out to Silver-brook farm, which was on the outskirts of the city. While they are walking out there I will tell you a little about them. Dorothy Robinson was 13 years old aril liart veil in tlio tntrn nt Smith V . . " Haven a;j of ner i,fe Sne na(1 met .,, Ppter8 fhe.. .,.0 wa3 rjoro-! ' ttifv's apfi and thev had alwava .i . j v j i piayea togetner, ana just now tney were taking a walk. "I haven't been to Silver-brook j farm for ages," said Dorothy. "I haven't either," 6ald Alice. "I wonder if anybody will ever live there." "I don't know. I wonder why people don't." "Some neonle say it's haunted but I don't believe it is." "Well here we are already here," lnl fr.- fclWo' ,'J ''v.,,.,h.(BB,, 'Idoto. But what is that noise? asked Alice. "Oh, Alice look!' "What?" A J i L xi.UVcni.UI Co 111 Ulc Lick Creek Hills There were six of us boys going to camp in Lick Creek Hills, We had to take our things in a cart. I and another boy had to wait until the store opened to get some groceries. The other boys told us they would be under the bridge. But there were two bridges and we went on B0Uth tQ the big one On our way we came to some WOrkin on th mad. when Mma b"k f the bi 'brl,M W6,C?me J fr0m thl b bridge . a8ked the men if they had seen lny v ...... t. . ' ... ... ! Liwys pass wuh a can anu uiey

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fhA lim' v,Hyo Wlien we Rot"tnere ve Baw the 9 o'clock. Wa had a good time that day doing everything. When night came the dog began barking and barked and barked. Finally my brother and his friend got up, took the revolver and began shooting in the air and we heard someone going up the hill for all there was in it. Then I began thinking of the men we had passed on the road, and would have bet anything it was them Charles Rhodhamel.

CLAUDE TAKES A TRIP TO WINCHESTER W. A. or Bill Freide,- Howard Hosbrook and I went to. Winchester recently on some . Adding Machine business. Bill drives Bulck Six. The roads were slippery. Bill knows how to drive a car and I wasn't afraid but I got a little nervous at same places. iBlll likes to ride fast. We reached Winchester about noon and went to the leading cafe of that city to eat. After lunch Bill told us to pass some blotters or rather advertisements around to the business houses. We didn't do such a very good job and Bill didn't like it. I guess Bill never does like what we do but he's always willing for us to come back, I notice. About 3 o'clock we went to Farmland, about 10 miles northwest of Winchester. We sure fixed it there, we passed all the blotters we could to the business houses and brought the rest back to the bank where. Bill was resting or something. Bills calls his adding machines 1000. His record is 9 machine in one day. When we were between Winchester and Lynn, on our way back, a rod broke and Howard had to get out and get under the axle to take-it loose while I held the light which was the spot light. We went to the city restaurant for supper. I had an appetite from being jarred so I ate a lot. Bill took me home after supper and I went to bed as usual and slept. Claude II. Bond.

"I saw the shadow of a man! He just disappeared behind those trees!" Virginia Brookbank, Garfield Junior high. (To be continued.) THE BEAR ALMOST ATE MY FINGER About two years ago my aunt asked turn nrfhr rhilHron mv sla. j ter and me t0 g0 to the oiea with . . . . ner. n was a not aay. we were strollin? around the nark when T ! l-l"!r?lAhl-P".Wh!n.f Buggcsieu iui we gu iu uie uear cage, we an started on a run to the bear cage. When we got there I stuck my finger in the cage. The bear turned around so quickly and took hold of my finger. I didn't know what happened. I pulled as hard as I could and got my finger out of the bear's mouth. The bear just nipped it. They took me to a spring and washed it off then they took me home and mother fixed it up. I decided afterward never to stick my finger in the bear cage again. Jtoma J. Mabey, 6B grade, Joseph Moore. TAMES WAS LUCKY Once upon a time there was a very poor boy whose name was James. His father was dead and his mother made a living by sewing and she made a very little money. One day James went into the woods to shoot birds, as he wras running he fell in a big hole; he looked around. Everything he looked at was gold. He ran home to tell his mother what he had found and they lived happy ever after. Richard McCann, St. Mary's school. r LULLABY Yonder soars the silver moon Neath us lies the earth; " rom a tree tne n.ienBa. a tun Tells of happiness, a birth. .... ... , , learest cniia witnin mine arms Slumber close thine eyelids tight, 1 Guard thee through the summer night. Margaret R. Mce. VrtEN R05WE BOY fife WAS SO Hut how nwr he's A CrftOYW Ot MAtf 5JS THINNER TBAN A SLAT -t

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"Bread V JeD j Being a Tale of Spuds, Whiter, and a Slic of Bread W Jelly. With a slice of bread and Jelly In one hand and another slice of bread spread with peanut butter. In the other, Spuds, or Richard, Barthel mew stepped carefully down the stairs of his back porch. The hand that held the peanut-buttered bread had just gone to his mouth, when a short distance up the alley, walk Ing slowly along. Spuds spied hiold crony, Whltey Clifford. White was In deep thought, apparently for his head was bent and he did

! not see Spuds. s "Hey. Whltey!" Spuds had ie layed his bite into the bread and peanut butter long enough to emit this call. Whltey looked up. "Hi, Spuds! "What ya got?" Whltey had sharp eyes for a lad of his size,-so It if little wonder that he detected food of some sort in Spuds' hands, even though he was about a quarter of b block distant. "Bread V peanut butter," called Spuds, walking toward the gate in the backyard. At the mention oi bread and peanut butter Whltey began to dog-trot up to the Barth olmew gate. Bread and peanut but ter always did interest him. Whitey arrived at the gate, where Spuds was waiting. "What ya say ya got, Spuds?' Whitey inquired, climbing up on the cross board of the gate and swinging. It was Whitey's Idea that perhaps if he showed suffic lent interest in what Spuds had Spuds would offer him some. "Peanut butter 'n' bread. I told ya once can't you see, dummy! Spuds was Plainly a little out of sorts for some reason or other. "A-w-w," replied Whitey. Spuds could not see the point, though he Whitey continued to swing on the gate, and the squeak of the rusty hinges was the only thing to break the silence for the next few moments. Spuds continued to muacl the bread and peanut butter and Whitey looked on with hungry eyes "What ya got In the other hand. Spuds?" Whitey looked eagerly at the bread and Jelly thick spread strawberry jam, It was, to be correct Spuds' impatience grew with this query. "What's a matter with you annahow can't you see no more. liuh? Don't ya know bread 'n' Jelly when ya see It Gee whit what's a matter?" "Gi; me some, will ya?" Whltey could see that It was useless to hint, and so ho decided to come right out and as ft for some of the dainty morsel. t ' Spuds was shocked. ."Give ya some? What do ya think I am annahow? Give ya some? Saygo 'n' git your own bread 'n' Jefly, why don't ya?" "A-w-w, don't git wise now. "Who's a gittin' wjse? I'll it wise if I wunt to, I guess I will." "A-w-w." Whitey climbed down from the gate. His face was screwed into an expression of contempt. If there was anything he positively disliked it was a person who couldn't understand. Whitey walked into the yard and stood in front of Spuds. Spuds did not stop chewing on the crust of bread. Whltey stepped back a pace and sized up Spuds. His fists were clenched. "Say do you wunt to fight, huh?" Whitey stuck his face into Spuds'. Spuds stood stock still, the bread and peanut butter half-way to his mouth. This was indeed a sur prise. Whitey asking him If he wanted to fight! Why, in all the years they had "palled" together neither had challenged the other to fistic combat in this manner. However, an immediate answer to the challenge was necessary. Spuds reasoned, so placing the slices of bread and jelly and peanut butter on the fence railing, and rolling up his .sleeves replied: "Sure sure Mike, I'll fight ya. Wunt to fight?" They began. (You've often seen -two young men about Whitey's age have a good "scrap." Well, that's about tne Kina ot tignt tnat tanes piace in next week's chapter). Something unique in high school organizations is the Story Scribblers' Society of Hyde Park Wgh .school, Chicago. Its membership consists of students Interested In the written word. Manuscripts are prepared and submitted for criticism at each meeting. Fiction stories are the society'a specialty.