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THE RIC'ffMOXD PALLADIUM, ''SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 21, 1921

THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM The Junior Palladium'ls the children's section or the Ulchinond Palladium, founded May 6, 1916, and issued each Saturday afternoon. All boys and girls are invited to bo reporter!) and contributors. News it emu, social events, "wart" 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 age signed. Aunt I'olly is always glad to meet the children personally as they bring their articles to The Palladium office, or to receive letters addressed to The Junior Kditor. This Is your little newspaper, and we hope euch boy and girl will use it thoroughly.

AUNT POLLY'S LETTER

Dear Junior Friends: It Cinderella, lovely and loveable and fit to be a queen had been forced to go to the great ball gowned in the beautiful satin gown her godmother had given her, in a real pumpkin coach drawn by six or eight little gray mice, what a sorry story it would have been! I do not believe story tellers would ever like to tell it that way, do you? Now pumpkins are fine (for jack o'lanterns and pies!) and mice are cunning little things (though they should be taught to avoid pantry shelves) but as a coach and team for a beautiful lady going to a royal ball they would not be one little bit suitable, I am sure. That is just what happens, though, to many iovely and interesting thoughts. They are transported from one person to another in coaches which are far from being suitable to their worth. The way we saythings and express ourselves is often as unsuitable a carriage for our thoughts and ideas as a hollowed-out pumpkin would have been for Cinderella when she was on her way to the great ball. Do you know that speaking is the most common way people have of knowing each other? Often, though, it is a thing we think very little about and this "we" includes some of you probably, and me (I know) as well as many grownups. We say what we wish to say in any way to get it said and often we say it without its being correct and smooth and pleasant to hear. Thus what should be carried smoothly and happily from place to place, that is, from person to person, goes on its long journey clumsily and uncomfortably. The result is the same as that of a man who starts out on a journey in an automobile without giving it enough gasoline and oil and water for the journey

and without cleaning the engine to make the car fit to go so many miles. The man has to be towed home. He gets there all right but in what a sorry plight he arrives! There are all sorts of weak and "slidey" ways (that's one right there I guess) of expressing ourselves. We add little words to our sentences to fill in space as "and everything", "or something", "listen", and hundreds of others. And oh, the extra "ands" and whys" and "wells" we use because we are only thinking what to say instead of what to say and HOW to say it! Slang, in real conversation, usually has the effect of roughness and weakness of our ability to express ourselves, upon our listeners. The only way to send our thoughts and ideas on their many jour

neys In fitting style is to watch carefully how we speak, to learn more words, by listening for them when we talk to people and by noticing them when we read them. One thing though, I would urge, and that Is that we never cease to be sincere in what we are saying because v.e are paying too much attention to how we are saying it. Our fairy story would never have pleased us so well if Cinderella's head had been turned by her good fortune, that is if she hadn't been every bit as sweet and loveable in the drawing room of the castle as she had been when, dressed in dusty rags, she swept the cinders and

ashes from the hearth. Always your friend, AUNT FOLLY.

PUZZLES & RIDDLES

'Jim Hudson's Dog

TACKLING Written especially for The Junior Palladium, by FRITZ SCIIIVERICK Captain Cornell University Football Team, 1918. You can never play football if you can't tackle. There are several methods of tackling, but the general principle remains the same, hit hard and low. To get a man down, you must first get him off his feet. If you hit him above the waist he may

keep his feet and get away from you. If you don't hit hard he may

brush you off. Or, if you do gel hold of him. but do not hit hard, you will bo dragged over many valuable yards before you can get him down. Always hit your man just above the knees. It is illegal and uncertain for you to hit him below the knees. Advance rapidly at the runner and dive at his thighs. It is not necessary nor desired that your feet leave the ground before you reach the man. Keep your body as straight as possible and keep your head in front of the runner's

legs. Grab both his legs and hold on. The point I wish to emphasize Is this: Drive into your man as hard as you possibly can, hit him low and hold on tight. To do all thi3 Is not so dangerous as it is to wait for the runner to hit you first. If you are going to tackle, do it fearlessly. 1

The Aeroplane I tell you what we're going to do This very sunny day We're going to ride an aeroplane And travel far away. Now see them strap us in real tight To hold us here quite snug. And now the wheel begins to spin Here goes our little tug. Oh, oh, the noise, I cannot speak! Our wings they flip and flop. And now we've turned a somersault! Down, down, we seem to drop. Up, up, again clear to the sky. I believe we'll go right through. We're sailing now above the clouds Just as the birdies do.

And now our ship comes back to land. We jump with all our might.

For Mother dear is waiting here, To know about our flight. Christian Science Monitor.

1. My first is what people for centuries have pitched, Whether gypsy or soldier or scout; My second Prometheus seized from the gods, And friendly folk gather about; My whole is the joy of a crisp autumn hike That there's anything better, we doubt, But let us add here some advice, if you like When you're starling for home, put it out. 2. Mixed words of things enjoyed on a camp-supper: Senriew. swol-lam-shmar, nubs, seppal, hosght serotis. 3. Kacj eb bimlen, Cakj eb kicqu, Ajkc pumj revo, Het denlackicts. 4. My first is in Merry but not in Happy. My second is in Orange but not in Apple, My third is. in Near but not in Far. My fourth is in Tears but not In Crying. My fifth is in Home but not in Bungalow. My whole Is in a Year. Contributed by Olive Lindley. 5. A girl's name is hidden in this sentence: "Eddie was running, race-track speed, to catch the train."

6. My first is in table, but not in chair; My second, in homely, but not in

fair; My third is in apple, but not in plum; My fourth Is in finger, but not in thumb; My fifth is in milk, but not in wine; My sixth is in coarse, but not in

fine; My seventh, in mite, but not in rod; My eighth Is in pea, but not in pod; My ninth is in water, but not in bay; My tenth is in meadow, but not in hay;

My eleventh, in merry, but not in gay; My whole is used to predict the weather, 'Tis seldom the same for two days together.. Contributed by

O. St. P. 7. The word which fills the first blank of the following sentence will fill the second blank when spelled backwards : "When we were ready to on our picnic we found we had forgotten to put in some fresh , made especially for the occasion." 8. Why is a railroad engineer like a school teacher? Answers may be found elsewhere in this edition of the Junidr Palladium.

"There's no use talking, Jim,'

said Mrs. Hudson, "we just can't

I keep a dog. With a pony, two cats,

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I should think you would have enough pets. If I'd let you, you

would turn the place into a menagerie." "Oh, mother." begged Jim, "just see what a dandy he is." "Yes, lie is a nice dog, but we just can't afford to keep him. Where did you get him anyway?" asked his mother. "Oh, he followed me home; a kid said he didn't want him," Jim failed to explain that he had quite a bit of trouble coaxing the dog to follow. "I just can't turn him out with no home," he said. "Well, I'm afraid you will have to go out and find a home for him, then,' said his mother. "There ought to be some one around here who would like a dog. I'm truly sorry that we can't keep him." And so Jim started out to find a home for his dog. Jip trotted along at his heels. Jim could not see why every one should not want

such a fine dog. But to hia surprise he could find no one who did. He talked up Jip's good pointa until you would have thought h was trying to sell him instead o just give him away. Jim had gone the length of tho street and knocked at every door. At first he had hoped he could find a home for Jip near his. but now h9 would be thankful to find one any place. "Why." he said to himself, "if I only had some money, I'd pay some one to take him and give hi in a good home." He stooped down to pat Jip, but Jip was not there. Down the street a little way a small dog was barking joyfully and jumping all around a young man as though lit were crazy for joy. They came up to Jim. "Where did you find him" asked the man. "I wouldn't have lost him for anything. He's a pretty valuable dog, you know, chief actor in the show." He thrust out a five-dollar bill towards Jim. "Come around to the circus tonight," he said. "I'll see that you get in free."

The Copper Room

SAY 'EM FAST She says she sells sea-shell; shall she sell sea-shells? Fred fetched freshly fried flying fish. The crow flew over the river with a lump of raw liver.

A SAFETY BOX If a man empties his purse into his head, no man can take it away from him. Franklin.

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QUESTION BOX

The editor will try to answer questions renders 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 prln"d in the same week In which you send your question.

Chapter I.

"Oh, please hurry over here, he

has gone to his room and locked himself in for the third time," said Mrs. Miller over the 'phone to Detective Crow. "Yes, mam, I'll be there in a jiffy," came back the answer. When Detective Crow got in the

home of Mrs. Miller it was just 10 minutes past midnight and he found Mrs. Miller anxiously waiting. "He is still in there, I fear there is something awful going to happen," she said. Without saying any more, Crow went up the stairs to the room where Mrs. Miller's uncle had gone. He tried the door and found it

locked then he peeped through the

key-hole but could see nothing but the empty room. "Are you sure he hasn't come out again?" asked Crow. "I'm positive he hasn't, for I watched that door every minute until you came." "Let me have a key to this door, if you have one." Mrs. Miller took a key from her pocket and handed it to Detective Crow who fitted it into the lock and unlocked the door. "Now we shall see what is here."

said Mr. Crow as he turned the door knob and walked into the room. But all Mr. Crow saw, was an old

grandfather clock that stood in one

corner, two chairs, a bedstead, a rug, but the funniest thing was,

that nearly everything he saw was

made of copper, all but the old clock and the rug. "Why the copper?' 'asked Detective Crow. "I don't know, uncle had these brought here yesterday," said Mrs. Miller. "If you are sure he didn't get out while I was coming, he must be in here, because there are but two windows in the room and they are both locked, and if he had gone out

of those he could not have locked them." "Are you ever bothered by anything at nights?" "Only last night, along about 1 o'clock, it sounded like someone was hurt or something and was groaning." "I'll tell you, I'm going to stav

here tonight and listen so you can

go on back to bed." j It was near 1:30 when Mr. Crow was startled to hear something that 'sounded like oh-h-h-h-h- woof,

and it kept up slowly rising and lowering in tone.

Mr. Crow rushed to a window and looked out. There he saw a small graveyard, and slowly walking up and down between the graves was a tall lean white figure. Cold chills went down Mr. Crow's spine and great beads of perspiration stood out on his forehead and he quickly reached for his gun and aimed at tho white figure and fired, but the figure kept on moving, never losing a step. Then Detective Crow yelk ed, "Who are you, can't you keep still?" No answer except that low, wearied tone. Mr. Crow did not know what to do except to watch the ghostly figure. He had never believed in ghosts until he had really seen this

one, tor what else could it be. But something else happened that startled Mr. Crow. The ghost suddenly began to sink into the earth until there was nothing more to be seen except the graveyard. "I'm going to stay here another night but I'm going to have somebody else with me," said Mr. Crow to himself after recovering himself. Mr. Crow went to Mrs. Miller's room the next morning and knocked on the door quite hard several times, but nothing was heard from the inside. Finally Crow stepped inside the room and was surprised to find Mrs. Miller lying across tho bed

motionless. He went over to where she was and put his ear to her heart, it was still beating, she had only fainted. Mr. Crow got some water and dashed it into her face and she slowly came to. "I I heard that same noiso last night and someone must have shot but I got up and started to como downstairs when everything became black and I fell. Mr. Crow told everything that happened and what he proposed to do the next night. That night about 10 o'clock Detective Crow and a friend went up to. the room. Mrs. Miller said that her .uncle had never showed up since yesterday and that she would stay some place else that night. Lloyd Slifer. (To be continued).

Dear Aunt I'olly: What are our names? Our initials are V. R., G. N. and B.B. We are three girls Us. Dear U..S.: The stars seemed to twinkle confusedly when I asked

them your names as if they or you were mixed about whether those were you real initials or not. The names as nearly as I could make them out were more like fortunes or what you are destined to be in the future, than real names. Here is what the stars seemed to tell me: V. R. will be Very Rich; G. N. will achieve a Great Name and B. B. will marry a Big Business

man. Aunt Polly.

'BOUT THIS TIME O' YEAR It? m

WHO IS HE

Was madechiel justice of tin United Statefin 1801 by Pies ident Adams.

(Last week's : Dante, the Italian poet, who wrote "The Divine Comedy.")

ANSWERS TO THIS WEEK'S RIDDLES 1. Camp fire. 2. Wieners, marshniallows, buns, apples, ghost stories.

3. Jack be nimble. i

Jack be quick, Jack jump over The candle-stick. 4. Month. 5. Grace. 6. Thermometer. 7. Start; tarts.

8. The first minds the train.

and the second

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