Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 46, Number 265, 17 September 1921 — Page 15

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 17, 1921

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THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM

The Junior Palladium is the rhIUren's section of the Richmond Palladium, founded May 6, 1916, and issued each Saturday afternoon. All boy and tfirls are 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 agu signed. Aunt Polly is always triad to meet the children personally as they bring their articles to The Palladium office, or to receive letters addressed to The Junior fOditor. This Is your little newspaper, and we hope each boy and girl will use it thoroughly.

AUNT POLLY'S LETTER

Dear Junior Friends: Every one likes dogs that is most people do. Probably the reason we like them so well is because they are so lively and friendly and loyal. President Harding likes dogs very well and we have seen in this paper pictures of his dog. Laddie Boy, and of Mrs. Harding's bull terrier, Oh Boy. Mr. Harding, who is now leader of our country's activities, was once an editor of a daily newspaper in Marion, o4iio. While in that place he had a little Boston terrier named Hub. The little dog was poisoned and Mr. Harding, then editor, (it was 10 years ago) wrote a charming tribute to it which appeared in his paper, the Marion Star. It is said that the president has said this was the best thing he ever wrote. Instead of a letter this week, we thought we would publish this tribute to the little Boston terrier in full as it appeared last week In the Brooklyn Eagle Junior: "Edgewood Hub in the register is a mark of his breeding," he said, "but to us just Hub, a little Boston terrier, whose sentient eye mirrored the fidelity and devotion of his loyal heart. The veterinary said he was poisoned; perhaps he was, his mute suffering suggested it. One is reluctant to believe that a human being who claims man's estate could be so hateful a coward as to ruthlessly torture and kill a trusting victim, made defenseless through his confidence in the human master, but there are such. "One honest look from Hub's trusting eyes was worth a hundred lying greetings from such inhuman beings, though they wear the habiliments of men. "Perhaps you wouldn't devote these lines to a dog. But Hub was a Star office visitor nearly every day of the six years in which he deepened attachment. He was a grateful and devoted dog, with a dozen lovable attributes, and it somehow voices the yearnings of broken companionship to pay his memory deserved 'tribute. "It isn't orthodox to ascribe a soul to a dog if soul means immortality. But Hub was loving and loyal, with the jealousy that tests its quality. He was reverent, paitent, faithful; he was sympathetic, more than humanly so sometimes, for no lure could be devised to call him from the sickbed of mistress or master. He minded his own affairs, especially worthy of human emulation, and he would kill nor wound no living thing. "He was modest and submissive where these were becoming, yet hp assumed a euardianshin of the home he sentineled, until entry was

properly vouched. He couldn't speak our language, though he some-1

HOW understood, DUl ne coum oe, anu was, eiuqueui wuu uueriug eye and wagging tail, and the other expressions of knowing dogs. No. perhaps he has no soul, but in these things are the essence of soul and the spirit of lovable life. "Whether the Creator planned it bo or environment and human companionship have made it so, men may learn richly through the love and fidelity of a brave and devoted dog. Such loyalty might easily add luster to a crown of immortality."

It seems to be adding something not needed after this story for me to add my name, but I suppose a letter should be signed. AUNT POLLY.

Making Water RunJUp-Hill "I can place that whole plate full of water in a glass upside down," boasted Dick to his mother as he saw her going to the kitchen with a plate of water. "You'll have to show me," laughed his mother. "It sounds impossible." "It's a trick that Jim showed me," explained Dick. "I can show you in just a minute. It's easy." His mother put the plate down on the table and watched Dick as he got an old tumbler out of the cupboard. Then he took a small piece of tissue paper and, crimpling it slightly, placed it in the glass and set fire to it. When it was burned out, or rather just as the last flame disappeared, he quickly turned the glass upside down in the water. Astonishing! The water immediately rushed with great violence into the glass. Dick now firmly held the glass against the plate as he turned them over, so that the glass was right side up. All the water was in the glass. "Well, that Is a good trick," his mother said, "you'll have to show that to- dad tonight."

The "STUCK-UP"

Chapter V. Dan Tumbles Down a Cliff And Then He Goes to the Rescue Perhaps U was 4 o'clock in the afternoon, or maybe it was only 3, but the time doesn't matter much. It is enough for us to know it was toward the end of the afternoon when it all happened. Dan Goodman and Ned Fox had walked several miles up the pebbly bank of Barker's creek, exploring the little clay cliffs that lined the shores, picking up queer rocks for Dan's curio collection, and, in general, striking up quite a friendlv acauaiutance.

As the afternoon grew old, the

two boys turned back toward tne cabin. Ned Leaves Dan. Almost the whole distance back to camp had been traversed in fact the two were but about a half mile from the cabin and directly opposite the whirlpools of Barker's creek, when high up in the side of the cliff that bordered the stream, Dan spied a glistening rock that he determined to get for his curio collection.

QUESTION BOX

The editor will try to answer questions 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 send your question.

Dear Aunt Polly What is my

name? My initials are w. u. u Rnster.

Dear Buster: Your name is May

Be Dorothy. Aunt Polly. Dear Aunt Polly Can you guess my name? My initials are R. F. B. Duckie. Dear Duckie: Whew, I wouldn't want to say "Dear Duckie" very many times in succession. It sounds like fudge that didn't get hard enough.- Your name is Ruth Frances Because that seems to be what the stars told me. Aunt Polly. Dear Aunt Polly: What kind of a lead pencil do you use, hard or

soft? C. S. Dear C. S.: Right now I am using a Mikado No. 2, which is a soft pencil. I am going to try a medium hard one next time, though, this runs away too fast. Aunt Polly. Dear Aunt Poly: What could be done to avoid the passing of the large and heavy trucks by the Saint Andrews' school? Pupils of Eighth grade, Saint Andrews

school. Dear Friends of Saint Andrews': It DOES interfere with studying and recitations, doesn't it? The only thing I could suggest to you, would be to make a complaint to the City Board of Works, or rather, to bring up the matter to some of the members and ask them what could be done about it. The president of the Board Is Mr. Matthew von Teln. Aunt Polly.

ANSWERS TO THIS WEEK'S RIDDLES

An icicle. The roof of the mouth.

It vanishes into the empty

heir (air.) 4. A day's difference.

5. His horse's name was Friday

1. 2. 3.

In the Forest the Pine Trees Grow

In the forest the pine trees grow,

Straight and slender, row on row,

Beneath, in the aisles, dim, golden

gray, Little, chattering squirrels play.

A small bird gently sways and

swings

Among the branches, and softly

sings,

While the breeze through the tree

tops hums a tune,

And murmurs of summer, and sun

shine, and June.

How lovely to walk where the pine

trees grow. Straight and slender, row on row Christian Science Monitor.

A BOX of SHELLS (Special for The Junior Palladium I have a box of little shells My auntie gave to me. She picked them up along the shore; They're pretty as can be. Some of the shells are brown and small, They're fairy muffs, I think; And some are spread out just like fans They're shaded, white and pink. My Grandma has a great big shell. It's twisted beautifully; And when I hold it to my ear, It sings about the sea. My Auntie says that little snails In shells to live like well. I think I'll play I am a snail And live within a shell.

The "HAUNTERS"

When old Mrs. Homer died, ev-8:30, he started out for the house

eryone kept away from the house

at 201 Pine street. No one said it was haunted, but they said there was "something queer about it." So the owner found it impossible to rent the house. Gradually it fell Into decay, until, with its shutters half off. the porch fallen in, and a

thick tangle of weeds and grass

about it, it was not long before peo

pie avoided passing the house after

dark.

Jimmy Blue, who lived half a

block farther down Tine street,

used to declare to the gang, when they were gathered on his porch, that he often saw strange, greenish lights moving about in the house.

and he told about it in such a husky voice that the gang drew closer to

gether and shivered.

One night Hugh Benton, who was

known as the live-wire of the

bunch, announced that he didn't be

lieve this haunted house stuff, and he, for one, was willing to go with

a couple of others all through the house any time after dark. The bunch became excited. It was im

possible for him to back out. Two

others agreed to go, and the time was fixed for nine the next night. The others would wait.

When the time came, Jimmy

Blue was worried. He really hadn't

seen any strange lights, and he was jealous of Hugh Benton for making such a hero of himself. So, about

himself, an old dog chain in his hands. "When Hugh comes in," he

said to himself, "I'll ' just rattle these chajns a little and groan. Golly, won't he run!" Inside the house, Jimmy concealed himself in the shadows and waited. Soon he heard very light footfalls from the back of tho

house. The boys were coming. He waited breathlessly until they should come nearer. Then he be

came anxious. It sounded like only one person. He stood up carefully and strained his eyes in the gloom. There in the doorway stood a white, misty thing, that moved about slowly. Jimmy gave one gasp, dropped his chain, with a clatter, and ran from the house. He didn't stop running until he reached home. He was still shaking, when a fgi-

ure appeared around the side of the house. It was one of the bunch. Jimmy straightened up and tried to look as if nothing had happened. "S-ssay," choked Alvia, one of the gang. "No more haunted houses for me. I'm gonna meet those kids and tell them to stay away. I put on a sheet and went over there, thinking I'd scare them when they came, 'cause they thought they were so smart. I went in the house and, honest, Jim, I heard a ghost rattling his chains!" i

"I'll tell you, Dan," said Ned a Dan threw down hia coil of rope and prepared to climb the clirf lor the rock, "I'll have to get back to the cabin and get the bunch rounded up so we can start for home, so I won't wait for you. You know the way to camp. You don't mind, do you? Dan Takes a Tumble. "Why, of course not," laughed Dan, and with a cheery "so-long" Ned set off up the shore. Using his hiking stick as a brace, Dan climbed the clay embankment. He was almost within reach of the peculiar stone whenhis foot, missed its hold in the crumbling

clay! lie tumbled backward to the pebbly shore of the creek. Hardly has he landed with a thump than his attention was quickly attracted to the whirlpools of Barker's creek. To The Rescue! "Help! Help! The rapids! Help!" Dan looked. It was Bert and Midge in the canoe, wild-eyed and shouting. As he looked the canoe, pitching from side to side in the rapids, dangerously scuffed a projecting rock. A crash! The rock had lorn the canoe's side! Dan thought quickly. He jumped to his feet. He grabbed his coil of rope. One end he held in his left hand. With the other hand he swung the coil over his head and let fly toward the sinking canoe

and its occupants. As the rope swished, Dan's heart was in his mouth. Would the line reach the

two boys? And If it did, would he be able to pull them to the shore? He shouted loudly for help. Chapter VI. Dan, With Aid of Ned, Rescues The Paddlers; Cheered As Dan Goodman's calls for help rang up and down the Bhores of Barker's creek, they fell upon the ear of Ned Fox. Ned, puzzled, turned and looked back along the shore. He saw Dan

frantically pulling on a rope which seemed to be attached to something in the middle of the creek. Realizing that Dan must be desperatley in need of assistance, Ned speeded toward him. He arrived none too soon. The tug of Midge and Bert as they held to the rope and were tossed about In the foaming rapids, was too much for Dan alone. Ned Assists Dan. Ned grabbed hold of the rope and together they tugged with ail their might till Bert and Midge had been dragged from the treacherous stream to the pebbly shore, where they lay exhausted from exertion and fright. Dan and Ned bent over Bert and Midge. "How do you feel, Bert?" asked Dan. "I I I'll be all right In a minute," gasped Bert, and then alter a pause as Dan bathed Bert's browwhere he had been bady scratched by a jutting rock, Bert added, "Say, Dan, I'm sorry I called you a stuckup." Bert Tells Story of Rescue.

Dan said nothing, but continued to clean the wound. Little Midge had been damaged no more than Bert. A bad soaking and Bert's scratch seemed to be the extent of the harm. Back at camp, while Bert and Midge, hung their clothing over a fire to dry, they told the story of their experience. Bert, with an occasional word from Midge, told how the two of

them had decided that the would end their day on the creek with a swift ride through the rapids. He told how, when the canoe had struck a snag at the very start or the ride, they had become excited and lost their paddles. Then Ue told how the frail craft had crashed into a stone and been ripped. A Cheer For Dan. When he told of Dan's quick work in the rescue, the admiring eyes of all the members of the Kit Carson club turned on Dan. He blushed and kicked at a stone. Ned Fox jumped up on a log that lay near by. Raising his voice, ho shouted, "Say fellows, let's give a cheer for Dan! All ready: What's the matter with Dan Goodman?" And as the 10 boys answered "He's all right!" the woods fairly rang with theis lusty voice. At the next weekly meeting, Dan Goodman became a member of thu club. (The End.) Boys' and Girl's Newspaper Service.