Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 46, Number 277, 1 October 1921 — Page 12

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Frances Tre PART I. In tho morning, bright and early, Hilly went back Into the market garden and made a fine brekfast from beet and carrot tops, all pparkling with dew. He enjoyed this garden very much and would like to have stayed there until all I he nice vegetables were eaten up, but ho remembered how Mr. Klauen had whipped him for breaking Into his turnip patch one time, and made up his mind that it would not be safe to linger in this part of tho country much longer, so he jumped the fence and started again on his travels. A little dog was trotting down the road, and as soon as he saw Billy le began to bark. To ordinary persons the barking would have tounded merely Uke a lot of bowivows, but in the animal language It said: "Whpre did vou come from, you big white tramp? You go on away from here or I'll call the nolice." Lilly wasn't going to take that sort of talk from any dog, big or tittle, so he gave one "baah!" lowered his head, and started for that dog. The dog suddenly found out that he had very important business back home, and he started up the road as hard as he could go, with Billy close after him. There never was a dog that ran so hard and so earnestly as that one, and all the breath that he could spare from running he used in howling, to let folks at home know that he was coming. All at once he was very anxious indeed to get home in time for breakfast, and Billy was just as a'nxious to toss him over a fence before he got there. Up one hill and down another went the twn lickatv-BDlit first a little white streak bent low in the dust, and then a bigger white streak coming along close behind in a whirling cloud. Pretty soon they came in sight of a big square farmhouse with a wide-spreading roof, and then the little dog, his tongue hanging out, gave an extra wild Howl, and ran faster than ever. When they got to the house the jog turned in at the open gate with Billy right at his heels. He tore up the path and around to the kitchen door, up the steps and into tlin kitchen, nell-mell. where he dived under the table at which the Oberlipp family was having breakfast. Billy did not know where he was going and did not very much care. All he knew was that he was chasing that dog and meant to catch him, ho without looking, he followed, up the steps and under the table. Such shrieking and howling never was heard. Heir Oberlipp jumped up so quickly that he upset his chair, and in trying to catch the chair, he upset himself, turn ing a back somersault on the floor and landing in a tub of soapsuds in which the clothes were soaking to be washed. PART II. Nobody, not even a goat, likes to think of being roasted for dinner, and so, the minute he heard something that sounded like that, Billy gave an extra hard tug at the wire, but it only cut his neck and choked him and would not break. So he gave it up and "baahed" pitifully while he looked to Caspar for help. "Indeed, you will not roast this goat," said sturdy Caspar Oberlipp. "He's my goat; he chased my dog and I'm going to keep him." Caspar looked up at his father and his father looked down at Caspar. Billy looked up at both of them. Little Caspar and Big Caspar stood exactly alike, both of J them with their fists doubled on tlioir tiinci run! hntli of Ihem with

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his boy looking so much like himself, finally gave in. He laughed and said: "All right, he's your goat; but you have got to take the whippings for all the damage he does." "Very well,'- 'said Caspar, "1 11 do it," and his father walked away. Billy was so pleased, with this that he made up his mind to be very nice to the boy, and when Caspar stooped down to take the empty plate away, Billy ran his nose affectionately into young Oberlipp's hand. Right after breakfast Caspar took off the wire from Billy's neck, holding a switch in his hand to whip the goat over the nose in case he tried to butt or run away. But Billy did neither of these things. He followed his new master out in the yard, and there he was backed up between the shafts of a little wagon that had been made for the dog. Seeing this, the dog capered and barked, and made a run or two at Billy, but the goat only shook his horns at him and the dog ran under the barn. The dog was jealous. He did not like the wagon, but, rather than have the goat hitched up to it he wanted to haul it himself. "It's no use. Frank." said Caspar to the dog, "you might as well make friends with him. Anyhow, you're not big enough to haul this

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wagon, and you always lie down in the harness. You can come along behind, though. I'm going to drive in to Kasedorf and show my goat to cousin Fritz." At first Billy was afraid that Kasedorf might be the village where he had torn up the springhouse, and he had very good reasons for not wanting to go back there,, but when he they clattered out of the gate Caspar turned his head in the other direction, and he was very glad of this. He was so pleased with his new master that he went along at a splendid gait, pulling Caspar nicely up on hill after another. Frank ran along, sometimes behind, and sometimes ahead, and sometimes slipping up at the side and snapping at Billy's nose; but Billy had only to shake his horns in the dog's direction and Frank would run about a mile before he would take it into his head to try that trick again. (Copyrieht by the Saalfielrl rub-'

liKhiug Co., Akron. O.) Under Deep Water "I'll never forget the first time I ever went down," chuckled big John Carroll, who has been diving and salvaging wrecks of boats and helping to build bridges and clean ing the beds ol big docks, lor about 15 years. "It was in Boston, Mass. I was tending the ropes and air pump for an old diver white he cleaned stone out of the bottom of the river. As he would bring the stone up it was being dumped into a heavy scow. For some reason we allowed the scow to get too full and down she sank. It was late Saturday quitting time, almost and this old diver refused to go down under the water again and take some of the stone out of the boat so it would come back up. 'But,' says he to me I was just a youngster, nbout 19 then 'but,' r.ays he, 'how about you?" "Well, 1 was surprised. I'd never been down, but I'd been paying pretty strict attention and knew just about how to do it, so I says, 'All right.' "They fixed me up in the big heavy canvas and rubber suit, put on the copper head piece, strapped on the heavy metal shoes, put the weighted belt around me, tied on the ropes and fixed the air hose, and down I went. "Let me tell you I was shaky. I felt short of wind. I could see just J Wd

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a little way ahead of me at first, but the water became dark and soon I couldn't see hardly at all. Finally I touched bottom. The bot

torn of a river is muddy, you know the ocean floor is hard and sandy, though and I sunk in pretty deep. It was about 35 feet down. , But my outfit, while it weighed twice as much as I did, was surprisingly light in the water, due to the pressure. "Well, I dragged along and felt my way and finally 1 found the scow with its load of rocks. I climbed to the top of the pile and began tossing the rocks off. "I was pretty much excited, you see, this being my first trip down, so I didn't think a great deal about the fact that the. more rocks I tossed off the lighter the scow became. Slowly she began to rise to the surface of the water. When we bobbed up on top I guess It must have been a pretty funny sight. "But anyhow 1 cleaned out the scow. "Next Monday morning I came down to work as usual, but when I got there I found a new diver's outtit had arrived. 'Yep, it's for you, son,' the boss says to me. 'Climb into it and get to work diving like the rest of us.' And I've been at it ever since. When he finished telling about his first lime down, he got out his diving out lit and showed it to me. It weighs, complete, about 400 pounds. The metal shoes he mentioned weigh, each, about 25 pounds. In winter, when the water is icy, (lie diver wears heavy gloves, composed of canvas and rubber. Mr. Carroll also wears a couple of sweaters and a heavy sheep-skin vest. It gels pretty cold in the deep water. The suit is water-tight. Diving affects the unitiated curiously. For about a week after tho first time down the (liver's ears will be out of order. The pressure of the air affects the ear drums. "And what happens if you don't get enougli air?" I asked Mr. Carroll. "Well." ho replied, "you may meet death. One time a tender let me down too fast and the air didn't reach me soon enough. I thought I was gone. sure. My forehead felt as though it was bursting. When they pulled me out of the water, my ears and nose were bleeding. I wasn't able to be on the job for a couple of weeks." There's more dancer in diving By Ad Carter

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Written esppclally for The Junior 1'allaillum, by ROY SIMMONS Oiiptuln, Kreshman Footh.'ill, University of Chicago, 1921. Half-backs should know how to carry the ball. Tuck the end of it well under tho pit of your arm. Hold it there with tho hand and forearm. This leaves the other arm free to use in stiff-arming. Whatever he does, the football player should not carry the ball like he would a loaf of bread. It may be yanked away. It is advisable to always have the ball in the arm opposite to that which is toward a man coming at you. If he is on your right, for instance, shift the ball to the left so you can stiff-arm with your right. If he is on the left, shift the ball to the right. To become skilled in this, practice the shift on the run. To fumble the ball in a game might be fatal. Sometimes a half-back will be seen to close his eyes when he is going through the line. He should not do this. He should keep them open and watch for hole3 to slip through. JUST for FUN Far-Away Look. Bobby was playing with his mother's opera glasses. He happened to look at her through the big end. "Oh, Mamma! You are so far away you look like a distant relative." American Boy. A Certainty. "Sedentary work," said the college lecturer, "tends to lessen the endurance." "In other words." interrupted the smart student, "the more one sits the less he can stand." "Exactly, and if one lies a great deal, one's standing is lost completely." Has Moving Effect. "They say," said the first Scout, "that an apple a day will keep the doctor away." "But why stop there? An onion a day will keep everybody away." Perfectly Expressed. "Pa," said the son, "what is dramatic ability?" "Dramatic ability? Wll lf an orfice boy's gift of looking sorry when word comes that the boss won't be down for the day on account of a bad cold." Not All in Tom. "Thomas," said his mother severely, "someone has taken a big biece of ginger cake out of the pantry." Tom blushed guiltily. "Oh, Thomas," she said, "I didn't think it was in you." "It ain't nil," replied Tom, "part of it's in KIsie." The Solemn Student. "That boy has a studious look ouie ue nas: mat s on count of the pupils in his eyes ac. WHO IS HE? A famous English poet. From his pen came "Robin Hood." Last onr: John Marshall, who was Chief Justice of United States. WANT ADS OIKL'S lilCYCLK For sule; will m11 cheap. Phono 3238. TKAIX, oars and track; boyx" tn s, games unit hooks, for sale, fall 100 North West Seventh street. LOST Part of a fountain pen, the part carrying the point Iist between the Main street bridge and West First Street. If found, 'phone 3H34 or call 115 South West Fifth stroet.