Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 46, Number 253, 3 September 1921 — Page 15

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY BEI'TEMHER 3, 1921

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THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM

The Junior Palladium Is the chillren's section of thp Hiclnnond Palladium, founded May 6, 191G. and issued each Saturday afternoon. Ail boy and girls are invited to be reporters and contributors. News iteniH. social events, "wytnt" advertisements, stork's, local jokes and original poems are un..A-. 1.1.. ixnA ...111 m. n.l . i.i I.-.;. .1.. n

one Hide of the paper, with the author's name and age signed. Aunt Polly Is always Kind to meet the children personally as they bring their articles to The Palladium office, or to receive letters addressed to The. Junior Kdftor. 'This is your little newspaper, and we hope each boy and girl will use it thoroughly.

AUNT POLLY'S LETTER

Good Evening, Junior Folks: Isn't it nice to have a general holiday as the very last of our summer holidays? That is what we have this year. Labor Day comes on Monday and most of the schools of the city begin on Tuesday. We have holidays for all sorts of reasons. Sometimes holidays celebrate the birthdays of famous men, sometimes' the days when great events took place. Labor Day is in a class by itself. It is a national day, set apart to honor labor good, energetic and well accomplished labor. This means work of all kinds and done by all people who work and work well. It includes the carpenter, the switchman, the molder, the book-keeper, the housekeeper, the farmer, the teacher, the explorer, all, just thousands of kinds of labor. Once in a while one finds folks who pity themselves every time they have to do some hard work. But really there is no one more in need of pity than that person. It is one of the things we learn belongs to a successful and happy life the ability to carry on a big piece of work and to do it well. -If a person, and this means juniors, too, kpows he is working well he has a feeling of solid satisfaction. If you do not understand what those two rather solemn looking words mean, let me say that you have the same feeling when you take out your first sandwich, fish your first baked potato out of the camp-fire and begin to enjoy your campfire dinner in the woods after a long morning's hike.

There Is something else entirely different I have been thinking about this week and other weeks too. I believe I will whisk it into this letter. Mr. Pamahasika, who brought his pets to the chautauqua last Saturday evening began his performance by saying that the whip was never used in training his pets and that they were trained entirely by kindness. Mr.' Pamahasika is head of an animal trainers' school in Philadelphia. I have read stories which said that animals, especially wild animals, were very cruelly treated when being trained. One magazine that Is concerned entirely with animals urges that the wild animal acts in circuses be Btopped. Personally I know nothing about how animals are trained day after day, but I wanted to tell you about It because this question has been talked about rather often and because I knew you would be interested. It is safe to say that probably the training of wild animals often Includes much discomfort and sometimes pain to the animals. It is also true beyond doubt that a great deal is accomplished by kindness and by patience and careful work. It sounded good to many Saturday evening to hear that the clever tricks which Mr. Pamahaslka's pets performed a week ago,- were taught them by kindness. Your friend, AUNT POLLY.

ON WAY TO VISIT

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QUESTION BOX

The editor will try to answer auestlons readers of the Junior submit to her. She will not promise to answer all of them. The questions will be answered In rotation, so do not expect the answer to be printed In the same week In which you Bend your question.

BOYHOOD STORIES OF FAMOUS MEN

Dear Aunt Polly: When will my soldier brother come home? T. D. M. Dear T. D. M.: According to the stars (you see I always put such questions to the stars to answer)' he will be home about two moons after the last quarter moon after the sixth day after the tenth day after the beginning of the equinoctial season. Aunt Polly. Dear Aunt Polly: What is my brother's name?x His eniths are'M. P. M. T. D. M. Dear T. D. M.: I'll make three guesses. His name is Merry Philip Mackey. or Mopey Paul Mackey or Mummelty Peg Monkey. Oh, yes and eniths is probably the nickname for initials. Aunt Polly. Dear Aunt Polly: What is my name? My eniths are T. D. M. T. D. M. Dear T. D. M.: Thelma Dorothy Mackey am I right? By the way Thelma we were unable to use your poem (although it is a pretty one) because it is not a "made up" one. Aunt Tolly.

OH!

Oh, what would people do Without their Jittle "Oh!" For everybody says it Wherever you may go. When people bump their noses, Or even stump a toe, How very much they'd suffer If they couldn't cry out "Oh!" It's "Oh!" when I am happy And "Oh, my!' 'when I'm sad,

And "Oh, dear me!" when study Makes me so awful glad. When I go to the dentist's I sound a frightful "Oh!" And then when I am sleeping. There is the gasping "Oh!" Marguerite King, Grade 6B, Starr School.

Prince Albert, of Belgium Dressed in a tight-fitting velvet suit, a little prince ran away from the palace into the slums of the city. He approached a ragged boy about his own age and began to talk to him. "Wrhy do you wear such dirty clothes, doesn't your nurse buy you new stockings when you get a hole in your knee? If you are hungry, why don't you eat your

I dinner Instead of chewing that crust?" One question after another

he asked the ragamufnn, till tears came into the other boy's eyes. "We are poor," he said simply.

That was the first time Albert knew there were poor people as well as rich. A guard had been sent in search of him and several hours later he was brought before his father. He told his father of the strange things he had seen and said that when he grew up he Vas going to help the poor of Belgium become more prosperous. The prince, born in 1875, became King Albert, the leader and savior of the Belgians in the World War. He never forgot his boyhood promise. Because of his kindness to his subjects he is the best loved monarch in Europe. Edwin Booth Edwin felt himself snatched up in a pair of strong loving arms, and upto the ceiling he was thrown, but the same strong arms were there to catch him as he came down. ' . "Father, I am going to be an actor, too," asserted little Edwin

to Mr. Booth, who naa leu tne stage midst a storm of applause. "But I shall be the villain or nobody," he declared. Edwin Booth became a very famous actor. His greatest success was achieved when he enacted the role of "Hamlet."

LITTLE STORIES from E A R L H AM M U S EUM Stone Implements, Help Us Picture Early Days

Miss Dorothy Thompson . Six-year-old Dorothy Thompson is on her way across the Atlantic to visit her distinguished grand

dad, Col. George Harvey, U. S. ambassador at the Court of St. James, in London. She is accompanied only by her nurse.

How many of you knwo what ar

row-heads are? And do you know that there are several different kinds of flint heads made by long ago dwellers in this country? There are spear-heads and war points, scrapers and knives in flint besides the well known arrow-heads. Some of all of these kinds are shown in the messinine floor of the Earlham museum, which mean3 Hia floor that is half wav between

the first and second floors of Lind-

ley Hall. Then, too, there are the polished an dtwisted flint heads made later than the more simple kinds.

Battle axes, hammers, pestles for grinding grain, pipes and many other forms in stone made by the Indians and earlier peoples are shown. Many of these were dug up in our own county and in counties close to us. A copper bracelet now in the green dress which old copper al

ways wears is shown as well as a variety of other Indian relics. There are other many other things shownin the museum which are interesting to see, but of which we are unable to write in this series of little museum stories we have been publishing during the summer. We hope you will visit the museum from time to time and see the many things there are to see which are unusual and so close to us. In this last story of this series we wish to call attention to the exhibit of Japanese and Chinese things, including beautifully carved gods, pipes, sandals, embroidered boots, flutes, rharnv against evil, sets of chop sticks (which are used by the Chinese instead of knives-

and forks) and many different and,

to us, strange looking things. We would mention, too, the models of early log buildings which you have perhaps seen as they have been exhibited at several places in the city.

ANSWERS TO RIDDLES 1. Old Mother Hubbard. She went to the cupboard. To get her poor dog a bone. 2. A highway. 3. Levi caught a live snake which he put in an empty box over which he tied a veil of his mother's with the hope that the vile creature would not survive to do evil. 4. "P.?st in prayer" re arranged.

makes Presbyterian. 5. Answer to yesterdays: (1) Hawthorne; (2) Longfellow; (3) Goldsmith; (4) Shakespeare; (5) Wordsworth; (6) Dryden.

Anna's Dream

Once upon a time there was a little girl whose name was Anna Brooks. The folks at home called her "Ann." Little Ann had dark hair and dark eyes. Little Ann was very hard to get along with. One night her mother and father were called away from homo on account of sickness so little Ann was left all alone. Anna had a kitten whose name

was Snowball. Snowball was standing by the fire in front of Ann's chair. It was very dark outside, so Anna locked the door and went

fast to sleep. There was a neighbor that lived

next door that was supposed to

come over and stay with Ann until morning. While Anna was asleep she dreamed she heard a noise downstairs then she thought she saw something coming upstairs that looked like a ghost then it came across the hall and into her room and put its arms around her. Ann rubbed her eyes then looked around her and saw Mrs. Carter (the lady next door) standing beside her. Mrs. Carter lay down beside her. Little Anna cuddled close beside her and was glad to think it was only a dream Treva D. Mackey, 6A, Warner school.

One-Reel Yarns

WHO IS HE?

The great American short story writer. Last week's : William Makepeace Thackeray.

HARD TIMES It seems thai the world is standing still ; Not a wheel is now turning in the shops and mills They have closed and locked their open doors To starve out the many worthy poor. The men are walking the crowded streets, The children are crying for something to eat. I have tried every place to get work I know; I pray every day-for the whistle to blow. I have no money; what can I do? My bills are unpaid and my house rent is due ; The savings are gone, I haven't a cent; I gave the last dollar to the landlord for rent. The world looks so gloomy, I don't know my fate. There's no coal in the bin to make fire in the grate; There'll be nothing to store away in our cellar this Fall, Yet there is plenty in this world for one and all. I ask God every morning when I rise from my bed To give us this day our daily bread. I am so downhearted I never can smile; . Without money or work, life is not worth while. The wheels will soon turn and whistles will blow; Where the wages will drop nobody knows. Lift up your voice and thank God you're here, For the glorious vacation you have had this year. BETTY ESTELLE. Garfield Junior High School

The Disappearance of Tom. "Oh dear," sighed Mrs. Black, as she cleared the dishes from the supper table, "I am so tired tonight. I do miss Ellen so, especially at night when she. used to do the dishes and I could rest." Tom was just picking up his ball and glove to go and join the fellows in the empty lot -across the street. He looked up in surprise,

he was not used to hearing his mother complain. With a longing look across the street where an exciting game was in process, he put them down again. "Let me do the dishes," he said, "I want to get my hands clean anyway." His mother smiled at him wearily. "Oh, Tom," she said, "if you only would. I don't know when my feet have ached so. I'm just too tired to drag myself around." "However from the color of your hands I should say it wouldn't be a bad idea to wash some of that dirt off before you start. Tom scowled. "They ain't dirty," he said, "that's Just sunburn." Five minutes later Mrs. Black was enjoying some much-needed rest in the cool of the front porch when she heard a loud pounding at the kitchen door. She did not answer it for a few minutes thinking that Tom was there. But as the knocking continued she sighed and rose to go and answer it. "What can be the matter with Tom," she thought, "He's right there, it's funny he doesn't go to the door." But when she got to the kitchen

Tom was nowhere to be seen. A dripping dish rag hung over the edge of the pan, a half-wiped glass reposed dangerously near the edge

of the table. But Tom was gone. It was Mrs. Walker, the next door neighbor at the door. "I just ran over to talk a little while," she said, "It's funny I thought I heard you in the kitchen so I came this way. "Won't you come Into the silting room?" invited Mrs. Black. "Oh no," replied Mrs. Walker, as she sank into the kitchen chair, "I'd much rather just sit out here and then you can go on with your dishes." "But I wasn't doing them," said Mrs. Black, "Tom was washing

i them and I can't imagine what has

become of him." She too sat down and the two

i women talked for over an hour.

but Tom never showed up. When Mrs. Walker had gone.

l red faced and with soap suds dried

j on his hands Tom crawled out from behind the door. j "Aw, what did yoti tell her for?" he grumbled, "I didn't want her to J catch me washing dishes." I Boys "and Girls' Newspaper.

Swans Swim Rapidly. Swans are very rapid swimmers. When flying, they always move la V-shaped flocks.