Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 46, Number 182, 11 June 1921 — Page 15

' ' v.'.v - f 3 PAGE THIIEB v THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY, JUNE 11, 1921 THE JUNIOR RICHMOND PALLADIUM Modern Democracy Hasn't Touched Cochin-China, New Photos Shown 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 bo 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

Dear Junior Folks: I feel like a whole box of monkeys tonight. I have been reading the best book of fairy tales, all about princes and princesses and enchanters and magic castles, and oh, everything that makes the very, very best of fairy stories. Of course monkeys do not read fairy stories, but monkeys are happy and so am I and one reason I am happy is because I have such a nice big book brimfull of good fairy stories to read. These stories came from the Fairy Goldenwand who told them to some story teller, right here in the United States, but hundreds and hundreds of the very best stories came from other countries, or at least, were told to story tellers in other countries far away from our own splendid America. Heidi lived in Switzerland, Pinnochio in Italy, Anderson in the Danish peninsula, Grimm in Germany, and the stories of Japan and China and England, why there are thousands of boys and girls in favorite stories and favorite fairy stories in all countries that we would have to give up if we would take a sudden notion (which we would never do in the world) to say, "We have enough fairy stories for us right here in America. We do not neJ to read the fairy Btories of other countries." Just think how much we would miss. We just couldn't possibly get along without the people and the children and the stories and the history of any single country, could we? Lady Anne Azgapetian, the Armenian lady who spoke in Richmond last week for her people, told about many great Armenians who had accomplished big things, and one of them was about a man who invented the color of green, that is, the stuff of which it is made, which is used on our paper money. Thatgreen color is what makes our

money so good, Lady Anne said, because it is a secret and is very hard to counterfeit, and yet an Armenian discovered how to make it in the first place. . Some time ago I was talking with a man who was in Y. M. C. A. work in Indiana and he said that the Hindoo people (who live in India, you know,) like so much for people of other nations to come and teach them the good things which they do not know about. They object, though, when these people come with the air of "I have everything to give you. You have really nothing." He said that they urge people who come to their country to work and teach, to read and learn about their country's great men and the knowledge and discoveries and great deeds for which their nation is responsible and then visitors would better understand their country. It is rather foolish, isn't it, that any nation should think it was more important to the life of the world than another one. If each na

tion realized how much it had to give to the world and how many i

things it CAN do, although it may not be doing them now, we would find out that no one nation could really get along without any other nation. We really couldn't, no more than ' we could get along as happily without the fairy stories which we may read that come from all the other countries of the world. . Even in Iceland there are interesting stories. I was reading part of one of their long stories, or sagas, as they call them, the other day and it is as interesting as Siegfried, or Beowulf, or any of those other good old stories, really fairy stories, too, they are. Wouldn't it be fun to put on seven league boots some day and fly

to all the different countries in the world and wander into the country j

lanes and into little peasant huts and listen to the old, old stories, the folk and fairy stories that the people can tell about the old days in their countries? If I ever get a pair of seven league boots, I will take you all traveling with me, every single one of you. My, what a nice holiday it would be, even better than the All-School day picnic, because there would be more of us in the party. AUNT POLLY.

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Left to right, the Empress of Annam, or Cochin-China; Vinh-Thuy, the crown prince of Cochin-China, and the emperor, Khai-Dinh himself; above the emperor is shown hunting wild ducks on one of the lotuscovered lakes in the immense preserve on his estate.

Modern democracy , has not yet

made its inroads into the empire of Cochin-China, according to reports from French Indo-China and the pictures recently received in this country of the royal family of that empire. The emperor, who is recognized more as a god than x ruler, still has the most luxurious and extravagant court ar.d robes. He is seen here wearing; his military dress uniform, which is encrusted with jewels and valued at nearly a million dollars, with belt and helmet embroiderec with diamonds and precious stones.

RIDDLES

My Two Little Pigs

I have two little pigs. Their names are Squeally and Saually.

At night, when I do not feedievery

them at the right time, they squeal and squeal. One day when I left the door open they got out and rooted up the peas in my garden and I had to run them out, and when Igot out they ran into the yard and when I got them out of the yard I made

them go into the barn and I shut them up. They will not let any

one feed them but me. Alice Mar

garet Test, 4 A grade, Joseph

Moore school.

Birds Appreciate f Drinking Fountains

"pi" (Make up one and send it in.) Mfor eht stnatid picrot ansd Erehw eht llibsow, ribhgt dan nalbd, Og pignreec, urlignc, uondr eht nilpa ithw weets, iantt dertunune, Mfro sit ieflds fo ruppling loferws, Tills etw thiw grantfar howsres Teh ppyha ouths inwd, lingernig, weeps het yalro siubool fo Jneu. (Rearrange each group of letters to form the proper word, and a bit of poetry will result.) Contributed by "Jean."

Bill, the Boy Inventor

HE INVENTS h NEW KIND OF LAWN MOWER FOR CUTTING THE GRASS.

I top THIS VK

Water is positively necessary in

bird's life. Some, for in

stance the gulls, terns, ducks, geese and herons, live entirely upon it, while almost all use it very often. In very few of our yards and gardens is water to be found natur

ally, so we must supply it for our feathered friends if we want them to spend the summer and even the

winter with us. One of the easiest ways to make

a bird bath is to dig a hole in the ground, then put in a garbage can top. Fill this almost full of water; one-quarter to one and one-quarter inches Is best (never deeper). To make it more picturesque, surround the pan with bricks and stones. Of course, it is much better to make one of concrete or to buy one made for birds. QUESTIONS In which family does the mea-

dowlark belong? Towhee? Flicker?

Baltimore Oriole? Scarlet Tana

ger? Chickadee? Golden Crowned

Kinglet? Cowbird? David Samuel

Marx, Norwood, Ohio.

Egg With Ostrich Aspirations. Catherine S. Donally Roberts, of Huntington, W. Va., is, perhaps,

the champion chicken grower in the town. One of her hens laid an

egg that weighed seven and a half

ounces, anu was six ana a nan by seven and five-eighths Inches around the middle. This egg Is

even larger than the egg presented the United States Department

of agriculture by Beatrice Aabye, of Evanston, III., as a New Year's present. . . . i

I ! Today's Haidknot j

THE FINDING OF "PARD

Can You Solve It? Six things are represented 1n this picture. Each word has four letters. Guess the words, arrange them in their 1-2 3 order, and the

initials win spell the name or a famous American man of letters.

In the year 1919 on Children's Day a sort of big field meet was observed in Stratford-on-Avon with great success. Last July the success was more wonderful. The sports were held in a meadow just over the river from the Shakes peare Memorial Theater, and ail Stratford "turned out."

Queer Noises Come From Dark Cave as Eddie Looks In. "Who's to go in first?" Eddie

placed his hands on his hips and stood looking at Sam for a de

cision. They stood in front of the

entrance to Dolan s cave. "Yon want to go?" For a fact, neither young man

seemed over-anxious for the honor

of being the first to venture into the dark mysterious hole, said to be frequented by ha'nts." You'll admit it is ticklish business. "You can go if you want to, Eddie," replied Sam, picking up a stone and tossing It idly Into the creek, "but, of course, if you're ascairt I'll go. I think I'm a little too fat to get through that door. 1 might get stuck. Maybe you better

go." '.'Huh scairt. Say, I guess you're the one that's scairt. I ain't. An' jus' to show you, I'm goin' first. Here." Eddie handed Sam one end of a short piece of clothesline (which Sam accepted with a sigh

of relief), that he had brought along, the other end of which he proceeded to knot to his belt. "When I pull this,' 'he said, "you come on in." Then he got down on his hands and knees and crawled slowly toward the small round opening in the side of the little hill, that led into the "ha'nted cave." He was just about to stick his

head in when suddenly he turned his face to Sam standing in back

Lhoiding to the rope.

"You want to go first, Sam?" he

offered in that auctioneer's 'for

the third and last time' 'lone. "Aw what's the matter scairt?

I thought so. Gosh, I wish I'd said I'd go first. If I'd a known you was a scairty-calf " "Who's a scairty-calf? Geo whiz, can't you take i joke? I was only roolin'. Here I go." And Eddie again faced the entrance. He had crawled but about a foot when he stopped suddenly. "Did you hear that?" he whispered hoarsely to Sam. "Hear what?" gruffly asked Sani, suspecting, perhaps, that his pal was 'stalling.' "aw, I didn't and you didn't either. Go on in, if you're going."

"But I did hear something just like a baby cryin', and it come from inside that cave!" At Eddie's insisting tone Sam became more Interested and less

impatient with his pal's declaration that he had heard something unusual when he was about to crawl into the cave.

"Come on, Sam, and kneel down here. I'll bet you'll hear it, too," Eddie was anxious to prove he wasn't 'hearing things.' The two knelt side by side and listened. For a few moments all was silence, except for the soft rustle of the fresh green leaves as the Spring breeze brushed them, and the shuffle-shuffle of the water of Dolan's creek as it passed over the rocks. Then It was a whineweak, shaking, painful, and not human, that was certain. Only once it came and though the boys listened for at least five minutes more, they did not hear it again. Eddie turned questioningly to Sam. "What do you suppose it is?" he whispered. A cold chill ran up and down his spine as he thought of Dad Hornblower's stories of 'Dolan's Ghost.' Ugh!

Then curiosity gripped Eddie. Here, he thought, was a fine chance for a little adventure to tell the fellows about back in Northville. "Got a match, Sam?" he whispered. "Yes, I brought some along here. Are you going in there, Eddie?" "Yep," was Eddie's short reply, and, making a cup with his hands to ward off the wind, he struck the match and, shoving it into the en

trance of the cave, sticking his head in, too, he cast the feeble light about. He saw nothing but the blank, dusty wall at the opposite end. The rusty odor was most sickening. Then the match flared. It lighted up a far corner. Eddie looked. He gasped. As he wiggled fast out into the open he turned a white face to Sam and announced, "It's a little dog!" More Next Week.

JUNIOR WORKERS HELP WAR VETERANS There Is an elderly codple in Ayr, Nebraska, who do not own much more than their little home. The man is a civil war veteran. Boy Scouts of Ayr are looking after the yard and garden belong

ing to the old people, and once each week the girls of the Blu Triangle club, a branch of the Y. W. C. A., are doing the housework