Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 46, Number 259, 10 September 1921 — Page 16

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tttei niCiimuMU PALLADIUM, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 10,

SCHOOL BEGINS, and DADDY TELLS the CHILDREN a STORY

"Daddy," said Jean and .Danny, running to their father who was on the veranda reading the evening paper, "we need a reader and a history book and a paint box and a geography, and a tablet and two lead pencils," and here they both stopped for breath and thrust their printed school lists under their daddy's nose. "Well, well!" laughed father, taking little Jean on his lap while Danny took a place just beside his father's chair, "now let me see," he said taking the lists. "Tell your mother about this," he continued, "and she will get you what you need in the morning, but by the way," and here his eyes twinkled rather mischievously, "did you kiddies know that lead pencils really do not have a bit of lead in them?" "Go on," urged Jean, "you sound just )iko the puzzles on a puzzle page. How .could a lead pencil not have lead in it?" "I know," said Danny in his most grown-up brotherly tone, "they're made of graphite and not lead at all. The name "lead" comes from a long time ago, doesn't it, Dad?" "Yes,' 'answered their' father, "you're right. Many years ago students ruled off their parchment they didn't use paper then) with little round pieces of lead having very sharp edges. And just as names are used, sometimes, the word lead has been taken for the pencil that we write with nowa days. I was always very mucn in terested in nice pencils, myseir, Danny, and one time I visited a tage pencil factory and saw now they were made. "Tell us about it, daddy please," the children urged. "Mother will not be down for some time yet," added Jean, "she's putting Bobby to bed. So you'll have time to tell us about it." "Here is a new . pencil," their father said, drawing a nice new long yellow pencil from hfa inside coat pocket, "you may want toJpok it over as I tell you a little about it." "The graphite in the form of very fine powder is mixed with clay. More clay is used to make what we call a hard pencil." "1 like a soft pencil best," broke in Jean. "I like A hard one that is 'one Ihat is some hard," said Danny. . "A 'some hard' one wears longer than a soft one, my son, I see you're

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more thrifty than Jean," spoke the father smiling. "The lead as we call it is made into long pieces which look like shoe strings and. these are cut to the length of a pencil. These leads are then put into grooves of wood, often red cedar, and then cut and trimmed, made either round or with six sides " "That is hexagonal," said Danny "that's the way grandma's brown clock is made." "Is it?" said Jean, privately resolving to count the Bides of the brown clock the next Sunday when they were to visit their grandmother Blakeley. "After that," continued their daddy nodding at Jean, "they are smoothed and painted and carefully polished. Then they are stamped with the maker's name and a number or letter to show whether it is hard or soft and how hard or soft it is." "This one says, No. 3H," daddy," said Danny, reading from the pencil in his hand, "that means hard,

doesn't It?" "Yes, son, you're right. That's a medium hard pencil. That is the kind I like to use most of the time." Then he continued. "After this they are looked at very carefully to see that they are made right and then they at least many of them, are given metal bonnets," here he looked at Jean, "which hold the red or gray rubber eraser which is at the end of many of the pencils, and which are very useful, don't you tninK." "Yes, I wore my erasers out before my pencils last year on those arithmetic problems," said Danny, rather ruefully. "I chewed my eraser when I was studying," said Jean. "It didn't taste very good. I wasn't thinking about what I was doing." Just then their mother appeared and announced that it was 8 o'clock tho children's bedtime on school nights, and the story was ended.. vTHE FORCE OF HABIT A physician started a model insane asylum. One room was especially set aside for crazy motorists and chauffeurs. One day he was taking a friend through the asylum. He pointed out this room with great pride. "But," sari the friend, "The place is empty. Wwere are the patients?" "Oh, they are all under the cots fixing the slats," explained the physician.

S ' CRY BABY

Loraine Writes a Letter Telling How She Reads the Pal Cambridge City, Ind. September 2, 1921. Dear Aunt Polly: I am going to tell you how I read The Palladium. When I pick up the paper I look at the front page, and then to the back and begin reading there. When I am through with the back page I turn to "Bringing Up Father" and "Pa's Son -in Law." Then I turn to Dinner Stories, Good Evening, and Rippling Rhymes. Then I read the rest of the paper. Now, I will tell you how I read the Junior. First, I look at the pictures and cartoons. Then I read the stories, and your letter, and last, I read the school news. From Loraine Petty. Dear "Loraine : I was very much pleased to receive your letter. It was a dandy good. one. Write us again soon and tell us what happened during the first week of school. Aunt Polly.

INDIAN GETS FAMOUS JEWELS Two famous Mogul jewels which have shared adventures with the celebrated Koh-i-noor diamond, are to be sent from London to India to be restored to one of its great museums. It was at Delhi that the jewels were probably made for the Mogul Emperor Shah Jahan, about 1650. One of an emerald bow ring, designed to protect the left thumb when a strained bow string is released, and tho other is an emerald toilet cup, mounted in gold jeweled with rubies, the foot being chased and partly overlaid with translucent gold enamel? Each jewel is carved from a single stone. After the sack of Delhi in 1739 these treasures and others were carried off by Nadir Shah, ruler of Persia and Afghanistan, and they were restored by the fugitive Shah Sujah to Ranjit Sing at Lahore in 1813. They were found with the regalia in the Lahore royal treasury at the end of the second Sikh war in 1849, and were bought by the governor general of that day, Lord Dalhousie. They passed to his daughter, and after her death were for several years on loan in the Victoria and Albert museum. During the war they were put under cover for safety. Detroit News. I

RERS it tic animal I do not know of any 1 that has quite so hard a time as the little Mexican burro. You would agree with me, too, if you could look into their sad little eyes and note their shaggy little bodies and very long ears, such patient nine creatures they are! In various ways the Mexicans make them do the work of the country. As we all know, the burro is a sure-footed animal. They walk along with wood strapped around their bodies, looking like a woodpile on lour legs. They are used to deliver milk by strapping two large milk cans on each side of their body, with the milk man sitting on the little burro's back, nearly on the end of its tail, with his feet within a few inches of the ground. They are also used to market alfalfa hay, which the people prize very highly. Each little burro carries two large balloon-shaped bundles, rolled in something like a fish-net, and each little burro has his nose tied upwith a muzzle to keep him from nibbling the hay from the pack of his brother in front. When you look at them, all you can see are two very long ears and two very sad little eyes. The poor little burros are never fed, but go around the streets of Mexico, picking up bits of straw, paper, and sticks. Sometimes they will put out their tongues to lap up the hot dust. One would think, when he sees a drove of these little animals carrying all this hay, what a delight It would be to let them have a real good dinner. During the invasion of Mexico, one of our soldiers had an idea, and asked a driver if he would sell him 25 cents' worth of the hay. He was very much surprised when the driver gave him two of the balloon-shaped bundles. The first thihg our soldier did was to cut the fish-net and let the alfalfa out, which looks very different from our clover, growing very tall and not very thick. The next thing be did was to take off the muzzles. The little burrors stood and looked at the hay, and then at the soldier, as much as to ask, "Is it really ours to eat?" But before many minutes it was all gone. The baby burros are sometimes sold for a dollar or less. Winnie A. Richie. TREES PLANTED IN DESERT Trees are being planted by hand under government supervision in the desert in the state of Nebraska. The passing traveler is surprised to see such a healthy young forest growing in the midst of a nionoton ous desert country.

LITTLE BURDEN-BEARERS

j A Bad Little Boy : J

Who Left His Home There was once a little boy who didn't like to help his mother. His mother was very good to him, and i jie was very mean to his mother. He 'always had nice clothes while his mother never had any on account of spending ail her money on her little boy. She could do nothing with him. So one day she called him to her side and said, "Peter dear, you can't stay with me any longer unless you behave belter." . He paid no attention anad went out. That night in bed he wondered what his mother meant by saying that to hiin. Next morning he woke up very cross. His mother told him sho would not keep him any longer, that she was going to send him a way off from home. He was finally on the way. His mother was sad and cried after his departure, but she could not make him mind and f lie put him where somebody else could handle him. He was sent to a big farm where he worked daily. He didn't like the work and soon got very tired of it. The people he worked for were very strict and he got many scoldings which he did not like. He wrote letters to his mother every once in a while. His mother thought of him lots. He was now 10 years of age. Ho would yet have to stay there six years more. He was not as bad as he used to be. He was sent to school and attended to his studies well. She was glad to hear of it. He is now 16 years old. He went home and got work to do. He now supports his mother and is kind to her, Harold Wright, Lynn, Ind. Learn Proper Interference. (Writen especially for the Boys and Girls' newspaper by Nels Norgren Captain and half-back University of Chicago, 1913. One of the hardest things for a team to take in a football game is the penalty for holding, especially when tho man with the ball has made an extra good run. To avoid this penalty the interference men should follow the rules of the game. Don't hold your man. The object of the game is to advance the ball by strategy, skill and speed. If holding were not barrcD the game would be nothing but a team wrestling match. If you are a line man you should be fast enough to get the charge on your opponent, know enough about the game to use the proper methods' of blocking the play and have the will and grit to open up a hole inahc opponent's line. If you are a backfield man you should be familiar with the position of the man you are to block, and on the snap of the ball get off your mark with speed and go directly toward your opponent. I believe that the Interferer should drive at the knees of his man and put him on the ground. That is the only way to got him out of the play. If you merely run up to him and brush him aside you may be sure he will slip by and get at the man with the ball. It takes a lot of unselfish feeling and grit to play the Interference. You must be willing to work hard and be determined to clear the way for your teammate with the ball so he can get into an open field. CIRCLING THE UMBRELLA Here's a stunt for you to try today: Hold an umbrella in one hand with one end on the floor. Bend forward so your forehead touches the hand holding the umbrella. Close your eyes. Circle around the umbrella four times. With your eyes still closed, raise up and walk in a straight line fifteen feet away. See how near you can come to a goal you set before you closed your eyes. DID YOU EVER RIDE IN THE . CAB OF A LOCOMOTIVE AT MIDNIGHT? In next week's Junior there will be printed a story by George R. Cleveland, telling how it feels.