Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 46, Number 146, 30 April 1921 — Page 15

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 bo published. Articles should be written plainly and on one side ot 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 tho Junior Editor. This is your little newspaper, and we hope each boy and girl will use It thoroughly.

f THE ANGEL Dr. Williams took four stitches in Wiggy 's forehead, bandaged a sprained arm and bathed th'j bruises that decorated his face. "Say, did you call on my dad and mother 'bout their funny stunts?" Wiggy asked. "No, Wiggy, I didn't bite!" Tho doctor grinned. "You see I happen to remember about the time you sent the undertaker to Granny Gore." "So you think I was stringin' you, do you?" demanded Wiggy. "I know you were, Wiggy. But I always remember that old doctors arc too smart for bad boys." "Shucks!" But, I'm glad you didn't euro 'em. Say, If I got all that's coming to me on this job, what do you think'd happen, Doc?" "Wiggy, I hate to tell you. You have my sympathy, though you don't deserve it." "Well, if dad and mother's still you know what I mean funny like they've been lately, I won't get punished at all. They'll just pet and kiss me and call me their darling boy." "Oh, Wiggy, do I look so green?" was the physician's answer. "Wig gy, did you return Miss Brcezy's tihepts?" "Nope. I wasn't through with 'em. an' now " but before Wiggy could explain the fate of the sheets, the door opened and his excited and tearful parents ran into tho room. "Oh, Wigsworth. my poor dear boy, what has happened?" exclaimed Smithers. "I was bein' an angel an' got a little bruised," exclaimed the boy. "My noble son!" exclaimed Mrs. Smithers. "Wonderful boy. but unfortunate!" murmured Smithers Wlggy's eyes traveled past his parents pnd met the doctors, and his expression said plainly: "Now, didn't I tell you the truth?" The

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Mary Clark Jacob's Tale of Wigs worth Smithers' Ambitions.

J doctor frowned and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Do tell us all about the accident, darling," urged his mother. Turn ing to the physician, she added; "Wiggy Is so modest he dislikes to discuss his good deeds." Again the boy glanced at tho doctor and his nod said. "Now what do you think of that?" "Why, you know. I've been savin' all my spendin' money for ever so long, for a book." Wiggy started to explain, but his mother interrupted with: "Yes, yes, darling. Your father and I understand. You Faved all your spending money and bought a Bible." "Bugs!" Wiggy's lips formed the word and the physician screwed his forehead Into a deeper frown Then he continued: "An" this book tells all 'bout how to bo an angel! ' "Yes, son, your mother and I have long realized your high, spiritual aspirations!" Tho triumph ant look the boy cast at the puzzled physician made him sink weakly into a chair. "Oh, the child Is too good for this earth," groaned Mrs. Smithers. "He wants to go to Heaven " "And we got it all made fine, an' then we borrowed two sheets from Miss Breezy," again he glanced at the doctor, "for the wings, an' then me an' Tommy took the airy plane up on Tommy's ol' barn, and I sat in it and tol' Tommy to shove me off. But something must have been wrong, 'cause it didn't seem to fly none, and mo and the airyplane smashed 1o the ground an' I got hurt a little!" "Oh, Wigsworth, how can you want to go to Heaven and leave your poor father and mother?" groaned Mrs. Smithers. "Don't want to," asserted Wiggy forcibly. "But you insist you want to be an angel?" "Sure. An' I'm going to be one. too!" The doctor was chuckWng now novo vucv TV COST Inquirer Co.

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f"a1sfn0v1ner3 1' ' "Maybe you don't know what an angel Is," he wen on, addressing his parents. "An Angel Is a boy that flies In an airyplane. Everybody knows that!" Smlthor.V eyes were stern and his lips so tight that they seemed to form a single straight cut of red. "Wigsworth," his voice was low but so onimous that chills began chasing up and down the boy's spine. "Wigsworth Smithers, give me that Bible I mean that book you have been loading so much lately, the one you bought with all your spending money." Without a protest, Wiggy thrust his uninjured hand into a pocket and drew forth the little leather covered volume. Smithers snatched it from him. Opening it, he seemed transfixed for a minute, then uttering a queer, choking sound, sank limply into a chair. It was a picture of an angel, with huge, out-spread wings that met his astonished gaze and beneath the print, In big letters, the surprising announcement: Be An Angel and Learn to Fly! Build your own plane. Fly through the air, As though you possessed The wings of an Angel! Complete Instruction, Price $2.00 (The End. A STORY ABOUT A LITTLE GIRL There was once a little girl named Alice. And her father left her and her mother alone. Her father didn't like Alice's mother so he went away and went with the Indians. So one day Alice said to I herself, "I am going to get some flowers for my mother." So she went to the woods. And an Indian came up to her and said, "If you come with me I will get you something," so the little girl went with him and when they got to the tent where the other men were, Alice got afraid and wanted her mother. The Indians laughed at her. Then an Indian took her and put her on a horse and when he got on with her he asked her what her name was. She said, "My name is Alice." "Where do you live?" She told him. The tears began to fall. Alice looked at him. He kissed her on the cheeks. Then Alice began to cry. She said "Are we going home to mother, dad?" He said "Yes, we will." So they went home and lived happily the rest of their lives. Mary Ellen Newland, Union City, Ind. By Ad Carter Pt TO I FV CENTS BUT HftD tve: toer of . .

gPAnTYSlTS A Clothespin Party There are Infinite opportunities In a clothespin party. Dressed up In tissue paper, with a paint or crayon face, a clothespin looks almost human. Dressing Contest aj out tissue paper, crayons and paste on a table. Give each guest two clothespins, and fifteen

minutes to dress the two as bride! and groom. A toy washboard, or something else that suggests wash day, Is a good prize for the one who makes the best looking couple. Clothespin Croquet With five clothespins you can make a substantial croquet wicket. Make a couple of sets for the parlor floor. Use marbles for balls and clothespins for mallets. You can arrange a tournament, for each game takes only a minute or two. On the Table It will surprise you to see what an original and attractive centerpiece and what cute favors you can make from clothespins and paper. Work them out yourself. HOW TO PLAY THE INFIELD My First Game in the Big League By GEORGE H. SISLER Infielder for the St. Louis Browns After graduating from the University of Michigan in 1915, I joined the St. Louis Browns at Chicago. St. Louis was to play the Chicago team, the White Sox, that day and it was to be my first chance to appear on a major league diamond. I did not suppose that I would play In that game, however, and thought little of my own ability. What I planned to do was watch the plays and learn just how they were planned and executed In the big league, and how the methods differed from those of college baseball which 1 had been accustomed to. The time for the game arrived. Hamilton was our pitcher. Things went fairly well until the sixth inning. Something did not work right. I was summoned to warm up. I took the mound at the opening of the seventh. It was an exciting moment, believe me. I had often read of Eddie Collins and other' White Sox stars and knew of their ability. Now I was to pitch to them. It was thrilling. During the 3 Innings that I worked no one scored on me. Eddie Collins got a hit down the left field for two bases, but In return I had the satisfaction of striking out his namesake, John Collins in a pinch. Was I excited? Well yes. ANSWERS TO THIS WEEk'S RIDDLES 1. Two inside and out. 2. One skims the milk, the other skims the water. 3. Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How 1 wonder what you are. 1. Because It Is in the middle of grease (Greece). 2. Tomato, potato, carrot. ANSWERS TO RIDDLES OF SATURDAY, APRIL 16 1. Eve. 2. Chestnut. ETHEL MAY COX, Vaile School. PLUNK! (A Dingbat.) If there's anything I like About late spring and Summer its Baseball. I don't know why, but Baseball always Has been my favorite outdoor Sport. Gosh I can't wait till I hear The old ball plunking Snugly into the catcher's mit. In tact, I'm not waiting. I've Got a catcher's mit Of my own, and it's been Plunking For two weeks now. John S. (Boys' and Girls' Newspaper.) WHO IS SHE? Her life has been given to help the poor. (Last week: Herbert Hoover.

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MARNIE TAUGHT HOW TO LOVE JMNDELIONS Marnie and the Dandelions "Oh, Mother," cried Marnie runing in from school, "all the girls had violets today; lovely, little, sweet ones that you get In the park. May I go this afternoon and get some, too?" "Not today, Marnie; I am too busy to take you," her mother answered. "But I can go alone," urged Marnie. "I know the way. Two blocks across and then " "No, dear, you and 1 shall go together some day soon. This afternoon you will have to play in the yard." "But there are no flowers there only dandelions," pouted the little girl as she walked slowly out to the grass plot at the back of the house. "Only dandelions, ugly things," she said crushing one of the little yellow heads with her heel as shu spoke. "Oh. don't! Please don't" said a voice so close that Marnie started. Looking toward the high board fence that separated their yard from the next door yard, she saw a round hole. And through the hole two blue . eyes looking wist fully at the green lawn covered with dandelions. "Would you let me have some. Just a few?" went on the voice that came from the owner of the blue eyes. "Some of what, dandelions?" said Marnie, much surprised. "Haven't you any?" she asked as she looked through the little hole. But all she saw was bare yard without even a blade of grass growing in the hard dry earth baked by the hot sun. "No dandy fowers," said little Blue Eyes looking up eagerly into Mamie's face. Marnie turned and gathered handful after handful of the yellow flowers and passed through to her little new friend, who danced with glee and hugged "dandy fowers" tight. " 1 didn't know dandelions were pretty before" as she walked toward the house. They're kind of sweet after all, especially when you haven't any," and stooping down she picked up the little flower hanging from its ' broken stem the one she had crushed before. "I am sorry 1 hurt you, little dandelion," she whispered. By Chelsea Horner. J. H. S. THE FUNNIEST THING I EVER HAVE SEEN The funniest thing I ever saw Was a big spotted giraffe; He came down the river When the river was high, On a raft. We stood on tho bridge Viewing the sights. When lo', coming toward us Was a big giraffe, We all laugh. His neck was so long, And his head so high, Going under the bridge, He couldn't get by; We all sigh. On the side of the bridge He struck his head, And when we found him He was dead; We all cry. The End Written by Lucile Richard Cambridge City, Ind. Age 13, Grade 8C

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