Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 46, Number 99, 5 March 1921 — Page 15

TIIC RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY, MARCH 5, 1921

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1 U JUNIOR RICHMOND PALLADIUM Tho Junior Palladium is the children's section of tho 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 bo published. Articles should be written plainly and on one side of the papT, with the author's name and age signed. Aunt Polly is always glad to meet the children personally aa they bring their articles to Tho 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.

The Black Mask

AUNT POLLY'S LETTER

CHAPTER XIII The Black Mask proved to be San Jose, an old enemy of Duck's. Duck tells Fitz a story of why he was not on good terms with the Black Mask. We left Buck and Fritz crawling slowly to the prison walls. They were going to get even with San Jose. "Lay down quick!" exclaimed Buck in a whisper. He had seen a dark figure slipping along as If he were afruid someone would see him. lie was coming right towards Buck and Fltz. The weeds were pretty high and

I this helped hide them. Welm the

Dear Junior Friends: Ever since the time when people thought the winds lived on a special Island, Aeolus, and were ruled by a special king named Aeolus, and probably long, long before that, in all the

wonderful stories that have been told, the winds have been important , nian carae aiong ne stumbled over

persons or things or whatever they are. I Buck. Probably the old mound builders and even the people who lived i "What the" ssid tho man, and ir nh en vprv inn njrn in the stone Ace. when Iheir houses and Iie looked at the place where he

weapons were all of stone, worshipped the wind as some sort of a god, for they called everything a god or a goddess which had great power, and which they could not understand. We are always trying to find out something we do not understand and that is a good thing. That is why boys and girls go to school, and why there are explorers, and Columbuses and De Sotos and inventors and scientists. Sometimes when we do not know why something

is the way it is, we start to find out in ways we know are wrong and ! oak-" Fl.tz said- , , , . , , , , , . "All right; we 11 have ta drag l

roousn, as copying boiuu uiuei iiciouho wum in BV.UU"! i" b , though." Buck answered. Into or taking things which do not belong to us. j They dragged San Jose to the old Long ago, once upon a time, that happened to Ulysses. He was, oak tree and from his belt Buck got in a ship, sailing the seas and wanted very much to go home. When j J pe and put it around San Jose's he went to visit King Aeolus who ruled the winds as the story goes, e..D'0 ya want la say somptnin' be. the king wanted to help him and so ordered the favorable winds to j fore ya cash in?" asked Buck. 'If watch his ship and take it home. The winds that might be danger- ya do. just nod your head a little ous he put in a big leather bag and tied it with a silver string. For j 6 off your nine days after this Ulysses stood up day and night and was pilot of San Jose slowly nodded his head

the ship. At last he became so very tired he lay down to sleep. The and Buck took the gag from his

sailors had been watching the strange-looking leather bag and thought j mouth. . , .i "...i rri, , "I just want ta explain ta you

Iiivd . iirti i ilium ui 3 a a! "O, that's all right, we've known

had stumbled.

"It's San Jose!" Fitz said, and before he could get away Buck and Fitz were on San Jose. "This makes it easier for us to do what we were goln' ta," said Buck, after they had bound and gagged San Jose with his shirt. "Let's bring 'im down ta the old

'im,

stumps and, Oh, well, I won't go through nil the love scenes that wen on, but the conclusion was that in a month they were married. After this Buck got a letter from the sheriff saying that San Jose was wanted in several pluces. He sal San Jose had escaped when the guard had brought him his dinner, by jumping on his back and tying him with his shirt. A check for two thousand dollars was in the letter as a reward. "Well, Mary, I reckon we c'n live berter'n I thought," said-Buck.

"Yps Imt ivhorn will wo atav?"

saked Mary. "Right here with your good old mother,' said Buck looking ove towards Mrs. Farrow, who was busy knitting. "An' how 'bout me?" said Fitz, soberly. "Cheer up, old pal, you're gon' ta stay right with us," said Buck, grabbing Fitz's hand. This cheered Fitz all right. (Well, so long, I'll see you some other time in the Junior.) The end. Lloyd Slifer, Junior High school.

Walter M. Hey man, 27-year-old president of the Liberty Trust and Savings Bank of Chicago, said to be the youngest bank president in the United States, has inaugurated a department in the bank exclusively for children. Five cents opens an account in the Juvenile Department, and ?00 accounts were opened the first day.

The Master's Music

CHAPTER II Mr. Van Harrltfa wife had run away, and he thought that his concert would be a failure. About six o'clock his little daughter had pushed the eyes out of her doll and was crying for her mother to put them back again, but her mother had run away, so her father had to put them In the best he knew how. It was then eight o'clock tho time for the concert to begin. Mr, Van Harrlttt left his little daughter Ruth with the maid. There was a large crowd but Mr. Van Harritt did not know whether the concert would be failure or not. The orchestra had started to play and they were about half through the concert when a messenger boy slipped in and told Mr. Van Harrott that his little daughter Ruth had been kidnapped. He fainted at the shock, for, he loved his little daughter very much. The members of the orchestra stood around, not knowing what to do, until finally, one of them suggested that they go on witth the music; so they did. At first the music was very pretty, but it soon began to sound rough and ragged, so the crowd left one by one, and soon every one had gone except tha members of the orchestra, so they left; then there was no one left except Mr. Van Harritt.

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Youth Kills Wolf With Bare Hands In Old Fashioned Hunt Near Home

"Now, it's my turn ta ask you some up with him. Fitz!" exclaimed Buck, as he saw two guards hurrying towards them.

As soon as they had San Jose

it must be full of some wonderful treasures.

take out some for themselves and so they opened the bag. With

noisy roar and bluster out rushed the unfavorable winds that had been: that for a good bit," said Buck.

tied up for so many days. At once a terrible storm arose and drove Ulysses and his ships far out of their course and it was years before they ever got home again. Of course winds may be too strong sometimes, in fact they are

something like the little girl who "when she was good she was very, 1 hanging. Buck and Fitz ran as hard , , , . . . . ... v .;,i. , ,, i.nias they could awav from the tree, very good, but when she was bad she was horrid . les, winds may bo j "horrid" but most of the time they make people happy with their Jos0 nipy cut tlu ,.opo and gan Dlavine and their mischief and their power and their music. Jose fell to the ground.

You have listened, haven't you. to a great strong wind in a woods j and have known that you were hearing wonderful music? It is more; like stringed instruments perhaps than any other kind like hundreds j of 'cellos, violins, violas and basses, or harps or lyres. It is so power

ful and so beautiful, isn't it and no one has to purchase an admission ticket to hear it. One man who heard this music told about it in a

poem "And Wind, that grand old harper, smote His thunder-harp of Pines". And isn't it fun on the playground when a windy day comes? A jolly, lively new companion comes to play with you. A hike too, on a 'windy day, if you are warmly dressed and walking rather fast, is a great joy. Just think how many, many countries the wind blows over. Wouldn't you like to know all the boys and girls who live in all the countries where the winds visit? Some day perhaps we will at least

"Water! water!" San Jose said.

! The guards gave hi mwater and j after awhile they asked him who ; had hanged him there. 'That Fitz and I think the ! other guy's name is Buck." San jjose said, between breaths.

I i niougur mat iookco: nue tnem.

said one of the guards

j The guards took San Jose back to prison where he died in ten mln- ; utes. i The next day Buck and Fitz were called into the sheriff's office. Afler they had been seated, the sheroff commenced: "I hear that you have tri.nl to kill San Jose by

; Iiangin him.

know much more of them than we do now and then we can be happy j . Yef. s!. Bupk

friends together. That makes us remember what the Junior Bed cross tells us it wants to see "happy childhood the world over" and that means here at home and in the farthest corner where the winds peek

and blow and play.

March is the month for winds, of the time, don't you?

I hope they will be with us most AUNT POLLY.

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BOYHOOD STORIES !

OF FAMOUS ML1NJ

Thomas Woodrow Wilson "Jessie, it's your turn to be the squirrel. Climb clear to the top of the tree and then I'll shoot," were the orders issued by Tom to his

cousin. But Tom was a better marksman than he thought and his arrow hit Jessie, with the result that she tumbled to the ground. Tom was filled with fright, for he was sure he had killed the little girl. He carried her limp body to the house, crying, "I am a murderer! It wasn't an accident; I killed her!" But it takes more than a fall to kill a healthy youngster and Jessie soon

recovered. Woodrow Wilson has a Presbyterian conscience. That boyhood adventure probably hurt his conscience as only the conscience of a good man can be hurt. Boys' & Girls' Newspaper.

47 POUNDS. 47 INCHES TALL. BUT IS LEADING

STUDENT IN HIS CLASS

Frank Gomolski is not a giant wrestler. He is only 47 inches tall, weights only 47 pounds, but he is a giant just the same. Frank is a giant above his ears. Although he is the smallest and lightest pupil, he owns the biggest brain in Loyola university, Chicago. He is only 17 years old, but leads the freshmen class of St. Ignatius college at Loyola. Gomolski is a round-faced, cleareyed boy. Although a dwarf, he is normal in all other ways. He car

ries a gun and marches at a full!

30-inch step in the Reserve Of fie ers' Training Corps.

A book 700 years old, valued at $100,000 was placed recently in the University of Pennsylvania, It is said that this book was written by the English Monk. Sir Roger Bacon, some time between 1216 and 1262, and is an exposition of the laws governing life.

DO YOU KNOW

This week's Bible question by the "Y" Scoutmaster: What two New Testament characters were stricken dead for lying? If you do not know the answer to the question and cannot find it out, look in this corner next week and you will see it. Answer to last week's question: The woman of the Bible who was a Judge ,waa Deborah. See Judges 4:4. " j

"An' you ran when you saw the guards comln'." "Yes." "Why did you do this?" Buck told the same story that he told Fitz. "You had the right ta do that.

(Ruck. You ought la 'a ve told me

that before." said the sheriff, after

Buck had finished. "1 reckon me an' Fitz c'n go home now?" asked Buck. "Surely," the sheriff said. "Fitz, where are ya goin' ta stay?" asked Euck. "I guess the only place for me is in somebody's barn." "No, ya ain't." said Buck," 'cause

you're goin' ta stay with me." "It's goin' ta go hard on me, but mebbe I c'n git used ta it." Buck and Fitz went to the Farrow home (which is really Buck's home) and found Mrs. Earrow over her sickness. Mary was just getting supper. 'What have you been doing while you were gone?" asked Mary, after

iriucK had introduced Fitz. "I was just goin' to tell ya," said Buck. And he told the story we already know. After he had finished, everybody sat down and ate supper. "Well. Fltz, how do ya like our new cook?" asked Buck, glancing at Mary. "Swell," was all Fitz said as he gobbled another mouthful of bread. Mary blushed and said, "I'm glad you like my cooking." It was had for Fitz to get used to this kind of life, but in a few weeks he had gotten to like It pretty well.

During this time Buck and Maryi dress himself. Boy. went out in the woods and sat upon Girls' Newspaper.

Grant Pither, holding wolf he killed, and two of Pither's fellow hunters.

An old- fashioned wolf hunt, the first in thirty years, was staged by residents about Champaign, 111., recently. Firearms and dogs were forbidden in the hunt. Grant Pither, one of the young hunters, killed one of the wolves with his bare hands by strangling it to death. It was a full grown prairie wolf. Pither says, "It was nothing much to do."

MASTERS PIANO, BUT -CANT WASH HIS FACE How would you like to be a boy who cannot tie his own shoe strings, does not know how to cut his own meat, cannot put cuff buttons in his shirt, won't allow himself to be shaved, and instead uses a pair of barber's hairclippers to cut away the "fuzz," but, to offset all this, is able to play a piano in

sum a manner as to De called a master? That is just the kind of a boy 18-year-old Ervin Nyrcdghazi, eccentric Hungarian boy pianist, who only a short while ago made a brilliant debut in Ameiica, is. lie is described as being a "tall, stringy youth, dark hair, greatly in need of cult ins, and is melancholy in appearance." He is spoken of by some as an infant prodigy developed unhealthily. His hands are long and the muscles in them stand out like cords. The forearm, too, is wonderfully developed, but the. upper arm is far from normal, being very thin and weak. Ervin Nyredghazi has literally lived at a piano for nearly 16 years and during that time he has been attended over-carefully by his mother, which accounts for the fact that V cannot wash his own face,

tie his own shoestrings, or even

and

THE MUSIC OF THE PRESSES One Junior, named Claude, who is very much interested in the presses of the Palladium Printing company, says he is sure he heard the presses singing the other day, "Write a story, a story, a story!" and he wanted to tell it to the Junior readers, so that if they had any ideas for stories just bouncing through their brains, they should write them down right away and send them into the Junior Palladium office where the presses will see it and get so interested in their story that it forget3 to sing its song.

JMWf'S TEACHER.

GETS CALLtD

DOWN .

jleViCETS CALLED DOW .

(Cartoon contributed by Charles

Girls" j Hartung, 16 years old, 915 Short

1 dan Road, Chicago, 111.)