Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 46, Number 188, 18 June 1921 — Page 15

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY. JUNE IS, 1921

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THE JUNIOR RICHMOND PALLADIUM

The Junior Palladium is (he children's section of Ihe Richmond Palladium, founded May 6,' 1916, and issued each Saturday afternoon. All boys and girls aro 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, wlih the author's name and age signed. Aunt Polly is always glad to meet the children per Bonally aa they bring their articles to The Palladium office, or to receive letters addressed to the Junior Editor. This i9 your little newspaper, and we hope each boy and girl will use It thoroughly.

AUNT POLLY'S LETTER

Dear Juniors: Now is the time to throw up caps, wave arms and shout, or if you do not feel like making a noise, to grin just the very broadest grin you can grin, because school is out! Did you ever not do anything? Sounds funny, doesn't it? That's what I want to tell you, every one of you boys and girls who are out of school, and all who will be out next week, to do to spend some time this summer just idling. I do not mean being lazy, but doing things that do not have any special name, as taking a wander hike in the woods or through fields, stopping whenever you want to, to watch a turtle or a crawdad, give a lady bug a free ride on a grass blade or talk to a song sparrow or lio on the ground and figure out what the clouds look like. This is different from the brisk up-and-going hike with a stopping place ahead, all decided upon. Take that kind of hikes, too, but be sure to take some of the other kind. Robert Louis Stevenson, who liked juniors and was quite a "kid" himself (who else could write a "Treasuro Island"?) has written a little letter-story in which he says it's a good thing for even the busiest people to take time off and be happy and content doing "nothing special." It's ko much fun and you have probably all tried It and want to try it again. I do not mean that it isn't a good thing to work no, I believe very, very much in hard work for making folks successful and happy and I hope you will all have some useful work, as gardening, grass-cut-ling, cooking, etc., to do this summer and some helping work for mother and dad and some work on your favorite hobby, as wireless, or airplane modeling or stamps, but 1 want you to have other time for play and some time for just idling. How to idle? Well, I know one girl, who last week curled up in a big "comfy" settee on the porch ami watched the queer shapes the trees near her house made against the sky, at twilight time. The topTHE FINDING Boys Can't Decide Whose Dcrj Pard Is; Give Him Two Homes. It was three o'clock that afternoon when Sam and Eddie, explorers bold, marched carefully into Northvillo with tho little roughcoated fox terrier they had found in the cave, in their arms. His front left leg was broken, and he had probably crawled into Dolan's cave as a place of refuge. Though he was yet in misery his whines were less mournful. "Yes, his leg is broken," an-j nounced Mr. Parker in Parkers drug store where the boys had immediately taken the dog for an inspection, "and it has gone for so long I don't know whether I can fix it or not, hut I'll try." With the assistance of Eddie and Sam, splints and bandages were put on the dog's leg, and food was given him. lie seemed a stranger in' Northville no one recognized him. So the matter of a home for him j came next. I guess ma won t let me have him," said Eddie, and Sam believed his mother wouldn't give her consent either. P.ut at home that night just after supper, Eddie brought up the subject or dogs. "May 1 have one, Mother, please please. Ma?" "Well, all right, if its a nice dog." Whereupon Eddie started the story of tho finding of the terrier. "An' I'm going to keep him," he concluded. P.ut in Sam's home the same thing was taking place. So at 7 o'clock as Sam hurried to Parker's where he was to meet Eddie, he primed himself to announce the

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ning nown Din (tnougn anotner person on the porch said It looked like a fish) and the top of another tree looked just like a toy hobby horse about lo fall on its head. A boy went to a nearby stream, paddled up and down In the shallow water, then sat down on the bank, took out his knife and whittled funny shapes in sticks he picked up. Another junior climbed up on a great long fallen tree trunk, lay down on it and watched the white cloud children play tag up in a blue sky. Somebody else climbed up in a big sycamore tree (not very far up) intending to read, but she closed the book and watched a group of willow birds do a pretty, swaying dance beside a gay little stream instead. Oh, there are so many delightful ways to idle time. Stevenson thinks that a boy or girl (or a grownup, too, for that matter) will enjoy many happy hours if they plan to have some idle times and if during these times, they keep their minds wide awake and their ears and eyes open to see what there is lo see. This is another thing he says: "A happy man or woman (and of course he meant boy or girl, too) is a better thing to find than a five-pound note." A five-pound note is an English note for about $25. Now I never found twenty-five dollars (wish I would) but I would have to be mighty happy should 1 find that sum, to be happier than I am when with happy boys and girls and grownups. I am jot looking for five-pound notes when I go on "idle hikes," I'm looking for birds and flowers and grasshoppers. Two among many of the things 1 hope to see on my next "idle hike" arc a wild blue gentian (they have such pretty, queer-shaped flowers) and a gold finch(I haven't seen one yet this year and I like to watch them fly). What do you want to see? Write and tell me some of the things you see and do this summer in your "idle" hours. Aunt Polly. OF "PARD" fuct that he would give the dog a home. "No you don't!" determined Eddie firmly as Sam related his intentions. "That dog's mine I found him, and I'm going to keep him." In a minute the wrangling had grown so hot Dad Hornhlower was forced to butt in. "Own him together, boys," he suggested. "One keep him for one week and the other for the next." Both Eddie and Sam agreed it was a good plan. "An' we can call him Tard Partner for short can't we?" So Paid, having listened care fully to the heated argument, and Dad's suggestion, raised his little head and barked approval. And why shouldn't he? Wasn't ho to have two homes? The End. BOYHOOD STORIES OF FAMOUS MEN Elbert H. Gary. "Elbert, my boy, if you beat me in this contest, I will give you an opportunity to read law in my office," said Elbert Gary's uncle, who was a lawyer of some note. Tho mathematical contest waged for some minutes, then Elbert was declared the winner as ho had the solutions several minutes before his uncle. Today, Elbert II. Gary Is head of tho United States Steel corporation, the largest industry in the world. His early training as a lawyer helped him to rise to such ajiosition.

Strange Experience of Ruth, Who Saw Her Father's Ghost

One day In July Ruth was playing in the woods. She came to a hollow tree and went In to rest. She was soon asleep. When she awoke it was very dark, "I'm lost, I'm lost," she began to cry. She came to a little log house and went in. There was a little candle and three matches on a little table. Stie lit the candle but it went right out. She lit it again but it went out, also. She became frightened, for the third match was no good. She heard the door slam. Then a man dressed in white came to her, saying, "Do not be frightened, for I will make you rich and take you home. Go east till you como to a cave and go In. There you will see a wagon. Take it and go back farther. You will see a box. Put it in the wagon and come back here and I will take you home." Ruth did what she was told to do. Then she came back to 1he little house. There was the man in white. "Before we go," he Baid, "I want to tell you who I am. I am your father. I died 22 years ago, well that is all." Ruth was so happy that she ran to kiss him. "Stop," he said, "stay away." Ruth stayed away. They went on and did not know what to think but she on till they came to Ruth's house. Then Ruth looked for her father but he was gone. Just then she woke up. Richard McCann, grade 4, St. Mary's school. My Playmates I went to pick some roses For mother yesterday. I took a pair of little shears To cut the stems away. i ' ! Ag I began to cut them, A thousand fingers small Reached out and caught my play dress, (I'm not so very tall. Just three feet, eight, my mother says) And those wee finger stems Tugged at my dress and seemed to say: "We're very glad you came. "Now that you're here, oh, please do stay, We're fond of having fun: We wish you'd stay right here and play. We'll shade you from the sun." So after I had picked a bunch Of lovely rambler roses, I played I was a butterfly, A fluttering 'round ilio.se roses. My brother says those fingers small Are tiny little thorns. And that I must take care or they Will scratch my face and arms. But I like best to think of them As rosebud children gay. Who hold out teasing fingers And beg of me to play. A Junior Reader. Goat Pulls Garden 'Bohtie," an nou-i;ia uiui. is used summer and winter by Eldon Schoonmaker of Schenectary, N. Y., in running his farm. In summer the coat, a powerful little animal, pulls a small garden plow. In winter he "snakes" small logs down from the hillsEldon Schoonmaker and

EARLY LIFE DIFFERED, j WRITES STARR FIFTH

Richmond, Ind. June 6, 1921 Dear French Friends: Even if you do live in far away France, that fact will not keep us from being friends, will it? You know distance Is no barrier to friendship. We hope that by writing we will soon be great friends. Would you like to know a little about Richmond and the country we live in? Richmond is a city of about thirty thousand inhabitants. Our state and city are only a little over one hundred years old. We live on the edge of a great prairie. This prairie is in the hear of the com belt. It has very fertile soil The land around us is very rolling. We have a small stream flowing through Richmond which is called the Whitewater river. It has dug a gorge which is one hundred feet deep. The water of this river finally reaches the Mississippi river. The Mississippi is the largest river in our country. Before the white people came to this . country the Indians called It the "Father of Waters." In Richmond there are eleven public Bchools. We go to Starr school. It is the largest graded school in the city. We have the platoon system. One-half the time wo spend with our regular teach ers who teach us arithmetic, geography, English, reading and spelling. The other half we go to special teachers who teach us litera ture, music, drawing, penmanship and gymnastics. Once a week we have cooking and manual training. We are thirty-nine children from nine to thirteen years old. We are all helping to write this letter. A committee takes down our suggestions and gets it Into shape. Will Have Swimming Pool. Richmond has a beautiful park called Glen Miller, It Is known all over the state for its natural beauty. It has a play ground made up of swings, giant strides, seesaws, slides and various other things. It also has a small zoo. They are making the lake of the park into a swimming pool which will have a concrete bottom. We have a college called Earlham. It has about five hundred students. Earlham is a Quaker Interesting Review Is Written By Mrs. Eleanor II. Porter has made a host of friends through her books "Pollyanna" and "Just David" and many others and it will gladden many to know that she has just published three short stories that from time to time have appeared in various periodicals. These short stories are written with the same sympathetic touch, the same understanding o human nature, and the same ability to bring out pathos and tenderness of our common life as her longer tales. The first of these volumes is "The Tie that Binds," a set of Plow for Farmer his goat ready to plow.

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college and this city Is the second city for Quakers in this country. Animals of Pioneer Days. In the pioneer days of Indiana there were many animals such as bears, beavers, foxes, deer, squirrels and rabbits. - But they have all been killed by the hunters. We do not have half the animals we had nor half the forests. The animals we hunt now are beavers, squirrels, foxes, coons and birds. In Indiana we have such birds as the wren, catbird, woodpecker, redbird, flicker, sparrow, robin and bluebird. Most of the birds stay with us (luring the warm weather but when cold weather comes they go south to spend the winter. We have heard that Paris la your country is the most beautiful city In the world. We have studied about France and think it is a very interesting country to study. Indianapolis is the capital of Indiana. It is about sixty-eight miles from here. It is a very large city. It is not on any body of water so it Is sometimes spoken of as tho largest inland city in the world. Railroads come into this city from all directions. They are needed for shipping manufactured goods, meats, corn, wheat, coal and many other things.

Chicago is only six hours' ride from Richmond. It is the seton 1 largest city in our country. We studied about Chicago a week or two ago. Our teacher has beeu there and she has told us so ma ay interesting things about it. Chicago has the largest stock yards in the United States. We took an imaginary trip through the stock yards with our teacher. Thousands of cattle are shipped into tho city every day. They come from all parts of the country. The animals come into the stock yard-? alive but they leave It made into all kinds of meat. Some of this meat is shipped to Europe. We are having Marguerite Jus t is write this letter as she is con sidered to bo one of the best writers in the room. School will be out the seventeenth of June and we are looking forward to a very pleasant summer. We hope you will enjoy your vacation, too. Your little American friend, 5th Grade of Starr School. of Porter Books . Catherine N. Fye stories that deal with history and love. The first tale in this volume is about a cat and a painter, the cat proving the means of introducing the painter to a woman who turns out to be his great grandmother. It would be impossible to give even the titles of these delightful stories; it is sufficient to say that they have all the magic touch that wins the readers heart and reveals depths of goodness in very ordinary people. The second volume Is "Across the Years," a book of stories that deal principally with older people. "When Father and Mother Rebelled" is as fine a sketch as one might wish, bringing out features in the lives of old people that are too often forgotten by the busy young f o 1 ks. "The Tangled Threads" is the title of the third volume into which are gathered stories that could not be classified under history or age. In these stories Mrs. Porter's wit sparkles brightly and we laugh with her at Jason Hartsome, who bought a doctors library and forthwith began to feel the symptoms of all the diseases of which he read. "A Delayed Heritage" is a slight thing that touches upon the inner life of jnany whose dreams have been delayed. Mrs. Porter's works are free from gloom. They leave us with better spirits and revivo our faith in our friends and relatives. Catherine N. Fye. Senior High school. ANSWERS TO THIS WEEK'S RIDDLES Richmond. Jack Dempsey. Old houses In St rat ford-on-Avon have been recently stripped of their plaster covering and reveal the Elizabethan timbers giving the appearance they had in Shakespeare's time.

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