Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 46, Number 235, 13 August 1921 — Page 13

THE RICHMOND fAuinuifJTXt, SATURDAY, AUGUST 13, 1921

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THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM Tho Junior Palladium la the children's nectlon of the Richmond Palladium, founded May 6, 1916. and isued each Saturday afternoon. All boys and girls are Invited to be reporters and contributor. 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 tha paper, with the author's name and agre signed. Aunt Polly Is always glad to meet the children personally as they bring their articles to Tha Palladium office, or to receive letters addressed to The Junior Kditor. This is your little newspaper, and we hope each boy and girl will use it thoroughly.

AUNT POLLY'S LETTER

Dear Junior Folks: There must not be war! So many hundreds, probably thousands who were in tho midst of the last terrible war, are saying and saying this with all the sincerity of their natures. Soldiers, nurses, business men, statesmen, people in all lines of activity are urging our president and congress to do something immediately to try to end war and that is Just what President Harding and congress want to do, they say. Right here in the United States the biggest part of every dollar your daddy pays in taxes to meet the country's expenses, goes to the war department. Wars usually come because people fear each other. Nations meet each other, each probably wishing to be really friends with the other nation, surrounded by vast armies and navies and cannon and guns and bombs. Of course, that doesn't show real friendship, does it? One of the biggest things In friendship Is trust and belief in the one we wish as a friend. A boy can not meet another boy in as friendly a way if he has his pockets stuffed full of Btones "Just to have handy to throw" if the friend should happen to hit him or make him angry. Being prepared to be unfriendly rather builds a wall between two children (or grownups or nations for that matter) who would be friends. Do you like to look at big figures? Here is a real long one. Can you read it? I am not sure that I can, but I will write it down anyway. $350,000,000,000. It is probably more than Aladdin ever found in his cave, or any pirate ever hid on a secret island. Yet this enormous amount of money $350,000,000,000 is what the last great war cost the world in the loss of wealth, to say nothing of the loss of life, the value of which cannot be figured. Just suppose (this will make a good day dream for these last vacation days) that all the time and money and thought and energy which was spent so lavishly during the war, much of it for destruction only, had been spent toward making a greater friendship between people and .' nations. How much closer we would be to the goal we have set for ourselves to reach friendship with people everywhere. In Richmond this week, members of the Society of Friends are meeting together to talk over what their group has been doing and to make plans for the future. This group of people has for years several hundred years, in fact worked and talked for and believed in peace. So Richmond, too, is a center of those wanting and working for peace, as are many larger cities in many countries these days. Soon, at the request of President Harding, several of the larger countries of the world will meet to discuss ways by which they may all

agree to decrease their war equipment and expenses. Many people are anxious to hear the result of this conference and you and I each one ' of us are in that group, aren't we? Wouldn't it be splendid if we could really hear some day, bells that would, as Tennyson wanted them to? "Ring out the thousand wars of old! Ring in the thousand years of peace!" -Sincerely, Your Aunt' Polly.

BOYS HAVE SURPRISE LUNCH AT GRANDPA'S Aunt Polly: Howard and Herald Brooks, of East Haven avenue, of Richmond, were at Greensfork, visiting their grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. Oscar

Nicholson. We had a good visit

and a good old time. One afternoon us boya took a notion for a lunch, so the Brooks boys got some of grandma's eggs from the barn and boiled them good and hard. Then we opened them and we found we had boiled eggs and chickens, as the eggs were taken from a setting hen. That spoiled our lunch. Then, In the evening, grandpa got us some pop; that was

much better than the eggs. We will go home and fix school In a short time. Good-bye. From Howard Herald Brooks, age 13 years, 11 years.

HUGE STURGEON CAUGHT WITH NET

for and

"age

Dear Howard and Herald: That WAS an unlucky lunch, but It made lots of fun, too. didn't it? That reminds me of one time I found a big spoonful of something white In the kitchen just after tho Ice cream had been served. Of course, 1 ate it or utarted to! but what do you think it was? It was lard! I alwavs carefully investigated after that. Aunt Polly.

MONKEY LANGUAGE A scientist has been studying monkeys in Victoria Nyanga, and has found out 13 different calls which he heard monkeys use in that region.

BIRDS' EYES HAVE COLOR Birds' eyes are of many colors. Besides our common black, brown, blue and gray, birds have light and dark green, bright red, pale and deep yellow orange, and even white.

WHO IS HE?

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author reformer.

Russian and social

I Last week: Geo. W. Goethals. who ' engineered the con

struction of the Pan , ama Canal.

The record sturgeon. Photo shows its size compared to man and ordinary fish. ,L This giant sturgeon, weighing 1,261 pounds, was caught recently In the Pitt river, British Columbia, in a drift net by an Indian fisherman. The fish measured eleven feet nine inches in lenjjth.

Autumn's Coming Autumn is drawing near Soon the leaves will be falling Like rainbow drops from the sky Red brown yellow green. Soon the bonfires will begin Fires blazing up bo high As if a crowd of Indians Were dancing 'round it. The leaves are fluttering everywhere Beautiful red yellow and green Like thousands of raindrops falling from the sky. Autumn is drawing near. Elizabeth Holt, age, 12 years. Must Have Been A Leg-Acy. Johnnie was presented witlui toy automobile for Christmas. One nict day while he was out riding it one of his boy friends saw him and said, "Gee whiz! Johnnie, where did you get the swell automobile? Is it run by gasoline?" J ohnnie No, leg-tricit y. Science and Invention.

The White Flame

CHAPTER V Egan Visits Jail to Hear Harvey Patterson's Story "I knew it. I knew it. Watch out for those fellows that never say anything. I knew the minute I set my eyes on him that Harvey Patterson would bring no good to this township. He didn't belong here. I pity poor Sol Egan, , but

then he ought to have known better than to take a character like that in the first place." Mrs. Wellington voiced the prevailing sentiments of the community. For two weeks all talk was about Harvey setting fire to Sol Egan's house. - In the meantime Harvey was In the county Jail awaiting trial for

arson and writing letters. He

would write and in about three days receive a reply. Then he would write again. In three days more the reply would come. It never failed.

GLEN MILLER

Glen Miller Park, what a picture scene With fields and valleys of velvet green, With high reaching trees on the wooded hills With sandy soil by the rocks and rills. With bubbling Bprings by the shady nook. Near the rattling, noisy, winding brook, With a permanent bridge to cross its stteam, While the sunshine makes the water gleam. By its winding path the wild rose blooms, All kinds of birds sing loud their tunes; With a rustic bridge and driveway wide And blooming flowers on every side. With sunny banks near the wide-spreading lake, Where we boatride in summer and in winter skate, With grassy mound under the wide-spreading trees, And sweet smelling closer for the small honey-bees. In spring I have watched the lofty trees. Where the robins nest among their leaves. Drinking the running sap from the maple trees, While the wild flowers grow beneath iny feet. I gathered on the hills the mushroom When the dandelions and wild flowers bloom, And the strawberries I picked the last of May; The mulberries sweet on a hot summer day. In midsummer days I have stopped to rest, When-the trees and flowers were at their best. I have quenched my thirst at the cooling spring, While the brown thrush did for happiness sing. I have walked its path on a summer night, When tho moon from its starry sky shone bright; The rustling leaves I pause to hear And woodland echoes everywhere. In autumn I picked the milk weed pod With the maple leaves and the golden rod, By the shady brook where I often rest. I gather from its stream the water cress. In the tall yellow grass the grasshopper hides Where the cricket chirps and the katydid cries. I crossed the hill so brown and gray. On a bright and sunny autumn day. In winter I watched the frozen lake ' Where I crossed many times on my icey skates, While the icicles hung from the lofty trees And the snow flakes played with the winter breeze. Betty Estetle, Junior High School.

The Lost Dinner

One day in the early spring after

a severe winter or aeep snow, a farmer turned a cow and a sheep

out, in the valley at the foot of a mountain to graze on the young grass. This farmer had missed so

many animals In the fall, so he

thought he would not turn out all

his flock. The farmer took his gun

along with him so he could sit in

the bushes and see what had be

come of his animals in the fall.

He knew that if it was a wild

animal taking them it would cer

tainly be hunting for food after

such a winter. It was not long till his watching was rewarded. He heard a noise upon the side of the mounlain and he looked around to see what it was. It was a lion coming down the side of the mountain looking every where for food. He was so poor that you could have counted his ribs. The farmer kept

very quiet and watched the lion, but the lion did not see the farmer. The lion kept going down closer and closer to the foot of the mountain, till at last he espied the cow and sheep. He slipped around and kept very quiet so they would not hear him. Finally he got up close behind

the sheep and had his Jaws wide open just ready to pounce upon the sheep, whne the farmer crept out from behind the bushes and flhot at the lion. It fell dead and the farmer never had any more trouble after that with his flock. Alma Freck Dixon township school, grade eight.

I WONDER!

"Well, Well." said the absent-

minded professor, as he stood kneedeep in the lth tub. "What did I

get in here for?"

The weeks passed and Harvey began to look less worried. Finally, on a Friday morning another letter, fatter than usual, came to him, Harvey was happy again. He asked to see the sheriff. "I wish you would let me talk to Sol Egan," he requested. "I have some information for him that will change this whole case. If he can come over I want to talk to both of you together."

The sheriff consented and that afternoon Sol drove over to the county seat. With him came Peta Forgan. The Egans were staying with the Forgans. Pete had asked to come along and Sol had consented to bring him. In the office of the jail behind a locked door Sol and Pete sat with the sheriff. The prisoner waa brought in. Sol was more angry than ever when he saw how happy Harvey looked. "I want to tell you a story, gentlemen," began Harvey. "It is a story that will explain everything. It will prove that the burning of your home was an accident, and will show that I am ready and able to more than pay you for the losses which that accident has brought to you." Sol sat speechless. Pete and the sheriff leaned forward to catch what Harvey had to say.

CHAPTER VI

Harvey, an

Inventor, Pays For Home

Egan

"Five years ago," began Harvey, "I lived with my father on a farm in Iowa. He was very severe to me. I had to work hard. It came time for me to start to High school. He wanted me to do a man's work on the farm besides. I hated both the school and the work, and each one made me hate the other more. I ran away to the city. "During the past five years I have lived in the city. It was not pleasant. For three years I had a very hard time. My folks wanted me to come back home, but I refused. My pride would not let me. Then, after three years, I secured a position in a new factory making acetylene power plants for lighting

houses. It seemed to me that a power plant to light a house and all the buildings on a farm is certainly needed. I resolved to learn all about the business. The superintendent of the factory was very kind to me. Through him I learned that the president of the company was very anxious to develop a system by which the acetylene lights could be automat icaly lighted. I resolved to solve this problem. " It seemed to me that it could be done with electricity, so I started to study electricity. Iwent to a night school. I found that there were, two big disadvantages I lacked education and I needed more time to myself. It was hard

to study in the evenings in the city. Accordingly I decided to come out here to Valley Junction, where I could go to school and at the same time continue with my experimenting. I did not tell what I was doing, because I wanted to be free to go ahead without being bothered by anyone. I solved the problem of the automatic lighting shortly before Hallowe'en. The night that the house burned I was simply trying to perfect one or two points that the President of the

Company Is not satisfied with. "I have here a letter from President enclosing a check

$3,000.00. "Sol, I intend to see that you have a new house much better than the one I burned. And, better still, Jt is going to be equipped with the finest home lighting system in the world." The End. Boys' and Girls' Newspaper.

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FIRST NIGHT ON THE FARM

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