Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 46, Number 229, 6 August 1921 — Page 13

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY, AUGUST 6, 1921

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THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM

The Junior Palladium is the children's section of the Richmond Pal

ladlum, founded May C, 1916, and issued each Saturday afternoon. All boy

and girls arc 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 on one side of 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 Tho Palladium office, or to receive letters addressed to The Junior

bditor. this is your little newspaper, and we hope each boy and girl will use it thoroughly.

AUNT POLLY'S LETTER

Hello, Junior Folks: Have you ever played you were some one who lived ever so many years ago? Of course you have. You boys have probably often played you were Tecumseh or Squanto, or Massasolt or an Apache Indian (they were a very fierce tribe) or, Columbu3 and oh, hundreds of other interesting people who have really lived and you girls have played you were Prlscilla or Pocahontas or Queen Elizabeth, haven't you? Sometimes things happen which make us think of some special group of these "olden time" people and that Is just what is happening this year. Hundreds, no douh thousands of people are visiting ( Plymouth, Massachusetts this year and thinking about that little group of people who settled there 300 years ago. We think of the pilgrims and we think of the Indians too, some of whom were their friends and treated them very kindly, especially do we think them kind when we remember that most of them did not at all understand why a strange new group of people settled on their lands and spoiled much of their hunting ground. 'There was Squanto. How many of you know who Squanto was? Or perhaps you have heard him called Squantum or Tisquantum. I guess he was called by all three names. Samoset, another Indian, told the pilgrims about Squanto, one of the few American Indians who could speak a little English. Ho had been captured by an Englishman and had traveled between London and Newfoundland and had learned Eng

lish at that time.

AH during the summer of 1621 Squanto helped the pilgrims. He showed them how to plant corn and where to fish and where they could trade. William Bradford, in the quaint old spelling of 300 years ago

tells us this of Squanto: "He directed them how to set their corne, wher to take fish, and to procure other commodities, and was also their pilott to bring them to unknown places for their profitt." The troubles of the severe winter were over by July, 1921, food was plenty, and the colonists were warm and fairly comfortable. The Mayflower had gone on her way home and a rather durable peace had been made with the Indians, especially with the great chief Massasolt. Bradford also tells us of a pilgrim boy John Billington who was lost in the woods late in July of that first summer and "wandered up and down some five days, living on berries and what he could find." After that he found a tribe of Indians and lived with them until a group of pilgrims went after him in a boat. One of the Indians carried him out to,the boat on his shoulder. Would you like to have boen John? When you are "playing show," why don't you act out the disappearance and wonderings of this pilgrim boy which happened Just this same time of year, three centuries ago? During this year especially, people are reading about the pilgrims and perhaps their most interesting history is written in this diary of William Bradford. By the way have all of you noticed the two-cent stamps which are being used so much now in the United States which picture the landing of the pilgrims in Plymouth? They are interesting to examine. But perhaps you think I am going to write for the next 300 years. Just to prove that I am not planning any such calamity,' I am ending this letter now. Your friend, , AUNT POLLY.

SINBAD, the SAILOR WRITTEN IN DRAMATIZED FORM BY MRS. FRED GIRTY

Once upon a time, in the city of Bagdad, there lived a poor porter named Hindbad, who one day was carrying a heavy burden along a winding road, when suddenly he found himself in the center of a beautiful cool garden. Stopping in surprise, he slipped the great load from his aching shoulders and was resting beside a tree, when the sound of laughter and approaching footsteps caused him to look up in alarm. Several splendidly dressed serv

ants eii'ered, carrying trays of delicious food, while others followed with rugs and cushions which they began spreading about on the grass. But when one even Bprinkled the ground with costly rose-water, the unhappy porter could bear the pleasant scene no longer. "Lives there a man In Bagdad," he cried, "who has wealth to strew upon the ground and velvet gowns to give to servants?" "What!" replied one of the servants, "do you live in Bagdad and not know that here lives the noble Sindbad, the Sailor?" "Sindbad, the sailor!" echoed the porter. "Even he," answered the servant.

There was the sound of more approaching voices. "The master, the master!" exclaimed the servants, turning and bowing low to greet him, while the envious porter could not help saying bitterly: "What Justice Is there in this world? Every day I suffer a thousand hardships and hardly earn enough bread to keep my family alive, while the lucky Sindbad has greater wealth than can be counted! What has he done to

earn, this pleasant life? What have I done to deserve so hard a

fate!"

The porter clinched his fist and

ground his teeth as he stooped to pick, up his burden, never noticing

that Sindbad himself had entered and stood listening to this speech. He motioned to a servant who

touched the porter on the arm,

saying:

"Come with me. The noble Sindbad, my ' master, wishes to speak

to you." The porter was too frightened to speak and tried to pull away, but

the servant insisted, "Do not have fear. The master means no harm." Following the servant, Hindbad went over to the richly dressed company which attended the great adventurer. Here the porter stopped, bowing his head almost to the ground, but Sindbad motioned him to sit at his right hand, as he heaped up a plate of choice food for his guest. "My friend," said the kind host, "in giving us the honor of your

company, will you acquaint us with!

your name?" "My lord," replied the porter, "I am called Hindbad." "I am glad to see you here," con

tinued the Sailor, "and I speak for

the whole company that they are equally pleased. But I wish you to

tell me what it was that you said Just now in the street." The porter hung his head in shame, as he answered, "My lord, when I was very tired and in an ill humor, I spoke foolish words, which I pray you to pardon me." "My friend," replied Sindbad, "do not think that I blame you. I, too, have suffered and tolled for bread, and only by every possible hardship have I gained this happy state. Indeed, this very day I had.

arranged a surprise for my guests,

to let them see how true those

words are; because, lor many

weeks, I have been carefully train

ing my servants until at last we can show before your very eyes.

the living adventures through

which I passed before gaining my

fortunes."

So saying, he throw aside his

costly robe, showing the ragged garments of a poor ship-wrecked

sailor,

"Here you see me," he continued,

"as I was when I dragged myself out of the sea, with a few other miserable survivors, after our vessel, our companions and alii that we possessed, had perished in a hurricane." "But, before we go farther," said the thoughtful Sindbad after a pause, "let one of my servants deliver the load which our friend Hindbad was carrying, that his task may be done while he remains with us." As the servant left, all the company began settling themselves at one side of the garden, according to Sindbad's directions. "Now, my friends," the host said

at last, "grant me leave to give the

final instructions to my assistants,

and the night's entertainment shall

begin." So saying, Sindbad bowed low to the company and departed, hidden

by the shrubbery.

II A small party of men, dressed in

the short white tunic of pepper gatherers, were advancing slowly from the thick shrubbery,- picking the berries from every branch of the laden trees, when suddenly from the opposite direction, a wretched, ship-wrecked man came running, looking fearfully over his shoulder, and darting behind trees as he ran. He was none other than Sindbad the Sailor.

"Greetings, brother!' 'called one

of the pepper gatherers to him "Whence come you?"

"Greetings, friends," gasped the panting Sindbad in return, as he

sank down upon the grass. "Alas,

I come from that far distant city

which I may never .see again Bagdad. Four times . have I suf

fered shipwreck with every kind of horror, and only now have I escaped from a tribe of savage can

nibals." , "But these savages devour all men they capture!" said the pepper pickers. "How did you escape" "Alas, day. by day I watched my companions being fattened and devoured, knowing that my hour would surely come unless I remained sickly and thin, which I did through hunger. And so today when all the men were on a hunting trip save one old cripple who

was left to guard me, I took my chance, outran my guard, and thus you find me here." "Come, let us present you to our king," said one of the pepper gatherers. "Even now he is approaching." The king was greatly Interested In all that the pepper pickers told

him, and when they had finished, the king said, "Bring food and raiment, and let this stranger be

The White Flame

PART III Strange White Flame Seen at Egan's Place

Harvey's mysterious visit over

the week-end caused no little com raent.

But he was back at school at us

ual Monday morning. "Why, Harvey, we missed you at the Hallowe'en party Saturday night! , Where were you?" boldly inquired Gladys Wellington. "Gee, I did hate to miss it. I ll bet you had a great time. Was everybody else there?" replied Harvey. He made no offer to tell

where ho had been.

There was another thing about

Harvey Patterson even more mysterious. The light in his room al

most always burned until late into

the night. Few saw it because few

passed at so late an hour, but tho.se that did see It commented on it, until several residents had made a

PERSONALS

Robert Davis is visiting friends

In Jacksonburg, Ohio.

George Horr has returned from Lansing, Michigan, where he visit

ed for several weeks.

Elese, Genevieve and Mary Thompson of Piqua, 0 are visiting

relatives in Richmond for a fort night.

Ruth Allen of National Road West, left Saturday with her moth

er for a two weeks visit in Indian apolis.

Robert and William Hornaday of South Fifteenth street have, re

turned from a two weeks' outing at Clear Lake. Georgo Toler has returned to his

home on South Fifteenth street after an outing in the northern part of the state. Bobby Shinn has come to Richmond from Fort Wayne, Ind., to spend the rest of the summer with his grandmother, Mrs. W. A. Shinn, of this city. Betty and Billy McWhlnney of 1426 Main street left Saturday morning, Aug. 6 for Petoskey, where they will stay until the middle of September. Louise, Margaret, Ryan and Norman Jenkins have returned to their home on East Main street after spending the month of July at their cottage on Clear Lake, near Ray,

Ind.

Jean Myers, Jane Rohe, Mary

Caroline Rohe and John Rohe re

turned to this city Sunday after

spending the week with their par

ents at the Stevens' shack near

Fountain City.

STORY DRAMATIZATION AROUSES KEEN STUDY

ON SEVASTOPOL GROUND

'Ala Baba and the Forty Thieves' was very well dramatized by the boys of the Sevastopol playground

last week. The girls gave an In

teresting portrayal of "Sleeping

treated with honor among all our Beauty in the Woods."

people.

Sindbad bowed low as he thanked him, and In the friendly conver

sation which followed, he happened

to remark to the king, "How strange it seems to me to see every

one, even your royal higness, walk

ing about Instead of riding upon horseback." "Riding horseback!" exclaimed the king. "Why, how can men ride upon horses' backs when there is no way to control the animals?" "Do you have no saddles or brid

les?" asked Sindbad In surprise.

"You speak of things of which I never before have heard," said the king. Sindbad then called a clever workman who took all the instructions

carefully, and soon returned with a most beautiful set of trappings, mounted with gold. These Sind

bad presented to the king who was so pleased that he awarded the mariner many costly Jewels. At once, the noblemen and courtiers of the land also desired saddles and bridles, which Sindbad gladly designed for them, and which caused him to receive great wealth. "Sindbad, I am going to ask a

favor of you," said the king, after this. "Both my subjects and I wish you to live with us always. Therefore I ask that you will marry my own daughter, the Princess Zelda, and think no more of Bagdad." "My lord, your will is law," answered Sindbad, and the beautiful Princess was presented to him. (To be continued.)

Tuesday and Thursday from

to 4 o'clock is Sevastopol's story hour of which Miss Jane Carpenter 13 In charge. 'The Wizard of Oz",

stories were told the children dur

ing the past week. The Jungle

stories which were told a week

ago are also being dramatized

The hoys especially take great Joy in these stories as they like to

represent animals.

WATCH PICTURE SHOW

IN "Y" BOYS' ROOMS "Are You Fit?" is the title of the

first of a series of pictures clearly portraying ways in which boys can keep themselves in the very best physical condition. Some of the pictures show photographs of famous athletes and athletic teams. Each day a new picture will be shown on a panel in the Cue Roquo room in tho boys' department There are CO pictures in the set.

PROTESTED GAME GOES TO WHITEWATER TEAM

The protested game between Fin-

ley and Whitewater which was to

be played a second time was forfeited to Whitewater Wednesday

afternoon when the Finley team declined to play.

ANSWERED NAMES TO THIS WEEK'S RIDDLES 1. Puss-ln-Boots. 2. Sleeping Beauty.

late trip past the Egan place for the very purpose of discovering what Harvey could possibly be up to. Late in November came another Saturday and Sunday when Harvey was missing from the Egan' farm. The mystery of these trips to tho city became too much for the boys of the Valley Township school. Pete Forgan suggested a plan. "Let one of us go down and sit in Egan's orchard from 10 to 12 each night. If you sit under that big apple tree in the bacR corner near the house, you can see right into Harvey's room. That fellow is up to something, and we owe it to this school to find out what it is. There's not reason for having any

mystery men around here." Pete agreed to be the first to go on watch. Tuesday evening he was under the apple tree a little after 9 o'clock. Pete watched foi an hour while Harvey studied. It wasn't at all exciting. He was studying algebra and history. Pete dozed off. It must have been an hour or so later when he wakened. Sleepily he glanced up toward Harvey's

room. At once he Jumped up wide bra now. There was Harvey bendawake. He saw no history or algeinig over a little machine on the table, a machine that sputtered sparks and occasionally showed a qiieer white flame. ' PART IV Pete was frightened.. What Infernal machine could Harvey have in Sol Egan's house! Next night two fellows were on watch. Again they saw Harvey working, working, working with a machine the like of which they had never seen before. Sometimes it would be quiet and lifeless, then all of a sudden it would shower sparks and show that dazzling white flame. Pete Forgan felt the thrill of hunter, or detective, about to catch his prey. All Valley Township would know of the plot, everyone

would honor Pete Forgan for mak

ing the discovery. But he must proceed slowly. Yes, he would watch another night. It was a quiet Thursday evening.

Harvey did not start to work until

late. Before he began, he came to

the window and looked out. Then

he pulled down the shade. The hearts of the boys under the apple

tree In the orchard sank, but they

stayed and watched. After some

,15 minutes the shade of Harvey's room was suddenly lifted. Smoke rolled out. For a minute or two they could not see. Then they saw more sparks than ever before and the white flame shot out with a bound, and in a minute there was a yellow flame on the table. Harvey leaped across the room, seized a pillow, and tried to smother the flame. For a full minute he fought. It was getting the best of him. Then he tore the screen out of the window and tossed out the burning papers and clothing. Apparently he had won. As he looked out of the window, he saw the boys come rushing across the yard. He looked down and there he saw a pile of flame at the corner of the house. The fire he had thrown out of his room had caught in the dry leaves below. By this time Sol Egan and his wife were up. There was no time for explanations. All worked, but it was of no avail. The house burned. The boys told the story of what

they had seen. Sol was furious. Ho telephoned Scioto Junction for the sheriff. Before morning Harvey

was placed under arrest.

(More next week.)

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