Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 46, Number 241, 20 August 1921 — Page 13
THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY, AUGUST 20, J21
; JAQE THREES
THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM The Junior Palladium Is the chlllren's section of the Richmond Palladium, founded May 6, 1916, and issued each Saturday afternoon. All boyi and fflrls 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 bo written plainly on
one side of the paper, with the author's name and assigned. Aunt Polly Is always glad to meet the children personally as tliey bring their articles to The Palladium office, or to receive letters addressed to The Junior
bdltor. ihls Is your little newspaper, and we hope each boy and girl will
ue ii muruugniy.
UNKNOWN ANIMAL IN BARNES CIRCUS
AUNT POLLY'S LETTER
Dear Junior Friends: When you built that raft and started sailing (if a raft sails, which we rather think they do not), you always sailed on unknown seas, didn't you? When you found the cave, what fun it was to "explore"! If you hear of a house that Is supposed to be haunted, if your heart isn't entirely too "jumpy" you want to go and find out if there really is anything unnatural about the place, don't you? How many, many great adventurers we have had already, in fact all lands were probably discovered and sometimes rediscovered by people who wanted and were willing to risk a great, great deal for the fun of going on an adventure Jlight now there are many, many groups of men, and sometimes women, going forth on till kinds of interesting journeys. One of the most gigantic undertakings is the trip that a group of Englishmen is making in order to explore Mount Everest in the Himalaya mountains, the highest known mountain in the world. Already they are well along on their journey, which is sure to prove very difficult and very dangerous in many places. How many polar bears do you think you would see, if you started
to drift past the North Pole? Wouldn't it. be fun to see polar bears in their own country, and glaciers and eskimaux? Captain Roald Amundsen thinks, as probably Js true, that there are many things and
places undiscovered near Lie North Pole, and so he is planning to
drift past the North Pole. So many men volunteer to go with Cap-
tain Amundsen that he has had to tell a great many of them that he
cannot take them with him because he has not enough ships and provisions. . Commander Peary told wonderful stories about the north
ern countries, how strange and beautiful they were. Three and seven are always magical numbers in fairy stories,
aren't they? These numbers are supposed to have a special charm or
good luck about them. Just a few weeks ago, seven men set out trom the coast of Maine on a voyage to the unexplored regions of Baffin Land. The leader was Mr. Donald MacMlllan. Just guess what they are going to do. They want to look for the homes of Norsemen who lived there many, many years ago; visit tribes of Eskimaux who have nevr seen white men; measure the polar lights and record the height of certain stars and find new lakes during their stay of two years in the north. Explorers In the northland or the far southland have to endure very great hardships terrific cold, months of darkness, scant shelter and scarce food. When the party goes into its winter quarters, the ship will be covered with snow and ice which will make it look very much like an Eskimo's igloo. Do you know what that is? Mr. MacMlllan is wearing two silk flags under his shirt, which will carry a day-by-day history of the trip and be returned to their owners at the end of the trip if the explorer gets home safely. The engineer of the ship is an Indian and the party carried 100 dolls on board ship with them, which they are going to give to some little Eskimo children. Wonder what kind of dolls the Eskimo children play with usually. Do any of you know? I do not have any idea. Hope they do not look anything like the Eskimo totem poles, they are such homely things. Soon, too, the largest rigid airship ever built, the ZR-2, will start on Its way across the Atlantic, from Howden, England, to Lakehurst, New Jersey. It was built in England for the United States navy. Someday are you going adventuring? Someday I may. Till next time, AUNT POLLY. .
Oincrbatr.
Half and Half My pal, Pat, He bet me I couldn't walk dean around Our town. I said I just bet I could; An' so I started But. When I got Half way 'round, I got tired So I turned 'round And came back. Boys' and Girls' Newspaper.
SAY 'EM FAST! (Make one up and send it in.) 1. The Clear, Cool Sea Caught Clyde Swimming Close to the Coast. Contributed by T. M. P. 2. Forty fire fighters flee for flames. Contributed by Elizabeth Miller. 3. Say, Steve, stick several
stamps on Oscars unsealed en velope.
4. Three thumping tree toads with throbbing throats and tired
tongues. 6. Dorothy dearly loved dear lit tie lively dogs.
HARD KNOTS
BOYS PRODUCE OPERAS IN HOME TOY THEATER LONDON, Eng. Adrian Wells Beechani, a Bon of Sir Thomas Beecham, and grandson of Great Britain's famous pill manufacturer, has written two operas, though he is only 15 years old. He has been actively engaged in this work for sometime and besides his operas has written two symphonies and a ballet. .
His younger brother, who is 11, also is musical and paints. He has painted scenes for a toy theater which have been used with dramatic effect in connection with the compositions of his brother.
1. Rearrange each group of let
lers properly and get a Mother
Goose rhyme: Yarm, Ryma, tique notracyr. Woh sedo royu drenga rowg? Relvis slebl nad klecco-slelhs, Dan rypett sadim lal ni a wor.
2. If a man gets up on a don
key, where should he get down?
3. Why is an elephant's head
different from every other head?
4 We traveled much, yet pris'n
ers are, And close confined to boot. We with the swiftest horse keep pace, Yet always go on foot.
5. A funny chap, on leaving for
Eastern Europe, wrote toa friend:
"I am going to plant onions e. t.
c. Where was ho going? Rear
range the letters of "plant onions
e. t. c. and find his destination. 6. Who are the two largest la dies In the United States?
These riddles are answered elsewhere in this week's Junior Pal
ladium.
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SHOT
When the Barnes circus was in Richmond Friday evening, August 12, many people gathered wonderingly around a cage where an unknown animal was shown. The name of the kind or family of animals to which this captive creature
belongs is not known to any one connected with the circus, al
though it has been carefully studied. The head and mouth of this animal, which came from African jungles, exactly resembled that of a lioness. Its body was very like that of a cheetah, but it was decorrated with black spots as is a leopard's skin. Many, many people who have studied animals closely have seen this animal but cannot place it In any known species of animals. Men of the circus who had laken
care or this animal said mat it is very fierce A prize of $500 was offered by the circus management to anyone who could tell to what family of animals this strange creature belongs.
TRUE WAR STORIES of SOLDIERS in F R A N C E
STORY HOUR NOT TO BE FOR TWO WEEKS
The story hour, which has been
held Saturday mornings this summer, usually at the MorrissonReeves library, will not be held for two weeks. The library is closed during the remainder of the the month of August for repairs and redecoration. Announcement will be made through the Junior Palladium, and in the daily papers, as well, of the date when the story hour will be
resumed in September.
BABE CELEBRATES FIRST BIRTHDAY
WITH AIR FLIGHT
Charles Jones, Jr.
Charles Jones, Jr., year-old son
of "Casey" Jones, chief test pilot at the Curtiss field. Long Island, was
given a treat the other day upon his first birthday. He was initiated into his father's business and made
an air trip for the first time in his young life, with his father acting
as pilot.
HARDKNOTS UNTIED Mary. Mary, quite contrary. How does your garden grow? Silver bells and cockle-shells. And "pretty' Maids all in a row. 2. He should get down from a
swan s breast.
3. If you cut off its head, you
don't take it from the trunk.
4. A pair of spurs. 5. Constantinople. 6. Miss Ouii and Mrs. Sippl.
Verdun As It is Now. More than two years ago the wet blackness of midnight was broken by a thousand and one spurts of
flame, as many cannon swelled into a mighty roar along a line from the Argonne forest over east to the Meuse river. It was the first American army introducing itself to the Germans. On that rainy cold morning a hundred thousand fighting men from across the sea many of
them strangers to battle waded in the mud of deep cut trenches for the word to go forward against the Hindenburg line called by it's makers impregnable, and having proved
that reputation against more than one bitter asault of the troops of France and Great Britain. In the sickly light of the dawn of an ugly day they went ahead. In the five weeks that followed they fought out that heartrendering battle, until on Nov. 1 they broke through the la3t of the Gerrrian defenses. And soon after, the war ended. More than two years ago it was. Now those men except those who sleep on the sloping hill southeast of the Romagne have gone back home, I was with them on that
morning they started, and I came back to the scene of the greatest battle in which troops of America
were ever engaged. Over the hills northwest of Ver
dun silence reigns. It is not the
silence of peace, it Is the silence of death, I have seen the western
battle front from the coast, to Switzerland. I have seen the war torn mud of the fields of Flanders, I have seen the stretches of nothing in the valley of the Somme. 1 have seen the tortured terrain where was Chemin-des-Dames. I have seen the ruins of Ypres. I have seen the remnants of Soissons. I have seen the tragic shell of Rheims, but there is no scene so desolate, so stricken, so dead, as the hills northwest of Verdun, over which the Yankees fought to victory two years ago. Verdun Still a Battle Scene. They have filled up the trenches on many of the fronts of France, and nature and the plowman have blotted out many of the scars. The
people have come back to many of the wrecked villages of other parts of Friince, and children play amid' the wreck and ruin while their par
ents patch up shelled houses. But not so in the Meuse Argonne. No one has been so hardy and so brave as to try to restore that barren stretch. The trenches are there yet, and the wire entanglements, and the old dugouts, and the spots of ground stained yellow by the
hateful mustard gas. It is there as
war left
no flowers
was once the village of Malatr court. Its stones now make the road I now came up. Here and there sticks the head of a German pill-box, more than one of them torn by a big shell which left the iron skeleton sticking up in rusty ugliness. The debris of war lies about. Here an abandoned wagon; there an old overturned water car. there a broken rifle; here a dented helmet whose wearer paid the price.
Over on top another hill rise the ruins of Montfaucon from which the crown prince watched his costly and vain effort to take Verdun. It cost many good American lives to drive the Germans from that stronghold. Every foot of the land is historic. Every foot is filled with tragic stories. Here a dugout has caved In and from the ground sticks the thigh bone, the arm bone and- three crazy skeleton fingers of a disinterred soldier man. In spots weeds grow but not many. Mostly the terrained unfolds brown and barren and dead, everything is dead. The impression is the Impression of death. It wasn't the same feeling when one Baw that land filled with life, with soldiers
going ahead and coming back, with convoys on all the miserable roads, with the air filled with screaming shells and airplanes. It seemed a fitting arena for the mighty struggle;-" But now they are all gone. Everything that lived has gone. Everything is left dead. 1 Over to the west on esees the wooded side of the Argonne and involuntarily one listens for the rat-tat-tat of the machine guns heard so often in the dreary weeks it took the Americans to clean out
the Germns. . One wonders how goes it In the elaboroate and fanci
ful German dugouts built on the northern slopes of those wooded hills. What ghosts play In the old motion picture theater over there north of the Tour de Paris. Is the
old yellow sheet hanging crazily from the stage wire as it was two years ago? Is the stream still bubbling where the members of the "Lost Battalion" braved death to quench their thirst? Is it still
muddy over there? Thinking about that and almost starting that way, one sees In the distance the Stars and Stripes at the top of the white pole and remembers that Is the great American cemetery at Ro-"
mange and one decides to go that way. Still Seems a No Man's Land. Up the road the Yankee engineers built from ruined villages across what for almost four years lies what had been no man's land.
It la hllmnv onri full rt hnloa Wn
it No trees to grow andjone ,)as pald any attentlon 't0 jt 8 tO blOOin. Stand On the fiin moriana finlchori lialnir
top of deadmans hill and look as far as the eye can see and there Is nothing living. No human being i i - a. rrt i i . a
moves in s igiii. me cuuimysiue 0,d amim,nItion
nas uieu anu us resurrection is not yet. There is no scene so dismal, l'icture if you can the view. Hill
it. The chalky stone makes it lie white and crooked in the sunshine. Up toward Montfaucon, past the
dump, just this
side of the hill, where one time American wounded lay for fifty
t hours in trucks, while many died, I
them in a thousand twists. Rows
of tree stumps tell where a road wound its way. Rusty wire in symmetrical lines run in all directions. The one time fields are potted as if by smallpox like the face of a man who had died from the disease. Millians upon millions of shells did that, own there in a val
ley Is a sort of white Bmudge. It
after rolling hill stretch away in all;shoot up a hm' wnere ,leg the
,u',aui" l",a lI,K"rBl Ul mains of the town. There on the them all Innumerable brown l.tn Bde ls the h0Use which traces of trenches wriggle across Lhlold3 the entrance to the crown
prince's dugout and where the Third division once placed its headquarters. I had to spend three hours there once because so many shells were falling atop the hill it would have been madness to try to get away. One remembers how the walls of that dugout rang when the German heavle3 lit nearby.
Down the north side of the hill scarcely a trace is left of the road down which so many American supply trucks rolled in view of the enemy, and one sees pieces of them stil there. In Nantillis there was one old Frenchman pottering about in a manner which seemed to say that he found his job scarcely worth while. Up another hill to Cunel and one finds a few French soldiers. A kilometer westward and there stretch over twenty acres that look like a white blanket. . Closer one
sees the whiteness is the whltenes of thousands and thousands of white crosses. Line after line they stretch away to the crest of the hill. In neat rows, with greensward atop the graves, lie some 25,000 American fighting men, while the furls of Old Glory wave in protecting care over them. Theirs a fitting resting place on the German side of the Hindenburg line. Samruie.
oohnny thought he'd found a place, to swi M BUT TM& WATER VMSNT l.fcOEEP ENOUGH.
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