Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 46, Number 288, 15 October 1921 — Page 12

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THE RICHMOND PALIADlUJ.t. SATURDAY, OCTOBER 13, 1921.

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PART I. Billy was getting pretty tired of running after the carriage. It waa not until nightfall that the carriage rolled into tho city of Bern. Billy had never seen bo large a city before and the rumbling of many wagons and carriages, the tooting of many auto horns, the passing of the many people on the streets and the hundreds of '. lights confused and surprised him. He was not half so SUflJllSUU at 11119, liVWCTCl, eta and Mrs. Brown and Frank were to find Billy behind their carriage when they stopped in front of a large, handsome hotel. Frank was the first one to discover him. "Oh, see, papa!" he cried. "My i Billy followed us all the way from the village; so now I do get to ' keep him, don't 1?" ' Mr. Brown smiled and gave up. "I'm afraid he's an expensive , goat, Frank," was all he said, and then he gave Billy in charge or one of the porters who had crowded around the carriage. , "Wash the paint from this goat and lock him up some place for the night where he can't do any damage," he directed the porter. Billy was glad enough to have , athe dry green paint scrubbed off his back and he willingly went with the porter to a clean little basenient room, where he got a good scrubbing. Then the porter went into another room and brought him out some nice carrots with green tops still on them, and, leaving a basin of water for him to drink, went out and closed the door care1: fully after him. Billy liked th carrots, but he did not like to be shut up in a dark room, so he soon went all around the walls trying to find a way out. There was no way except the two doors and a high, dim window. He tried to butt the doors down, but they were of solid, heavy oak, and he could not do it. In a few minutes, how ever, the porter came back for his keys, and the moment he opened the door Billy seized his chance Gathering his legs under him for a big Jump, he rushed between the man's lees and dashed up the stairs, out through the narrow courtvard and on the street. The porter, as soon as he could get to . his feet, rushed out after him, but Billy was nowhere in sight and the poor porter did not know what to do. He did not dare to go back and tell Mr. Brown that the goat had gotten loose, because he would be charged with carelessness. In the meantime Billy had galloped up the street and turned first one corner and then another, until he came to a street much wider and brighter and busier than any of the others. By this time first one boy and then another and then another had followed him, until now there was a big crowd of them running after him and shouting at the top of their lungs. PART H. Of course Billy didn't know thati the Swiss woodcarvers are the fin est in the world, and they carve animals so naturally that one would think they were alive. If even hu man beings can be fooled, there was very good excuse for Billy's believ ing this to be a real, live goat, particularly as it had very natural looking glass eyes; besides its head was separate and was cunningly arranged to shake a little bit from side to side. Now it is a deadly insult for one Billy goat to stand on his hind legs and wag his head at another one. Billy Mischief for one was not going to take such insults as that, even though the goat that gave it iu uiui was uiui-ii laigri auu uiuu man uimseii, eu u uameu uu iuiui le middle of the street and gavel

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a great run and jump. Crash! went the fine plate glass window! The sharp edges of the glass cut Billy somewhat and stopped him so that he landed just inside the window glass. The other goat was right in front of him, stiil insultingly wagging its flowing beard at him, so Billy gave one more spring from where he stood and knocked that goat sixteen ways for Sunday. It was the hardest goat that Billy had ever fought, and its sharp nose hurt his head considerably, almost stuning him, in fact, so that he stood blinking his eyes until the people in the store had come run ning up and surrounded the show window. Billy was still dazed when the manager of the store, a nervous little man with a bald head, hit him a sharp crack across the nose with a board. The pain brought tears to Billy's eyes and still further dazed him. The manager hit him another crack, but this time on the horns, and this woke Billy up. He looked back at the broken window through which he had just come, but the crowd had quickly gathered there. There were fewer people inside, so suddenly gathering his leg3 under him, he gave a spring and went clear over the manager. The place was a delicatessen store and Billy landed in a big tub of pickles. He did not care much for pickles, anyhow, so he quickly scrambled out of them. ! knocked over three tall glass jars J that stood on a low bench, and turned over big cakes of fine cheese. The manager was right after him with the board and hit him two or three thumps with it. Billy was Just about to turn around and go for the little baldheaded man when he noticed at the far end of the store a round plump man with his back turned to him. There seemed something familiar about his figure and the cut of his short little coat, and it flashed across Billy at once that here was his old enemy, Hans Zug. Paying no attention to the manager and his little board, he dashed headlong down the store for the plump man. Just as Billy had almost reached him, the man turned around. It was not Hans Zug after j JUST KIDS-VVhat's

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all, but Billy was going too fast to stop now. Anyhow, ever since he had known Hans he had taken a dislike to all fat men, so he dashed straight ahead. The man darted behind the counter and ran up the aisle, Billy close after him. There never was a fat man in the world who ran so fast as this one. Everybody had cleared out of the aisle behind the counter to

make room for them. Nobody wanted to get in the way of that heavy man and the hard headed goat. Everybody in the store was packed in tho center aisle, together with a lot who had come in from the outside when the excitement began, and they all made way for the fat man and for Billy. Women were screaming and men were shouting and laughing. The manager was still right after Billy with his little board and thumping him every now and then on the back, but Billy scarcely knew it, so interested was he in giving the fat man one for Hans Zug. (Copyright by the Saalfield Publishing Co., Akron. O.) ARMENIAN CHILDREN FORM S. P. C. A. GROUP A group of Armenian children living in a relief orphanage in Adana, Turkry, formed a chapter for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals last spring under the direction of Miss Doris Nevin, daughter of the late Ethelbert Nevin, the American composer. , Three hundred children in this orphanage are in this chapter, the organization taking place during a ten weeks Beige of their headquarters by Turkish National-' igt troops. the Use of Livin'?

Jean and Danny

"Road it again, Daddy," begged Jean of her father, as ho closed the book out of which he had been reading to Danny and Jean. "Say, Dad, I wonder if I'd be 'skeered' as that boy was if I saw a bear," said Danny seriously, as if talking to himself. "No kiddies, no more now, tomorrow evening we will read again, but now your mother and I are going into town. You children play nicely with Bridget now until we get back. Goodbye." Their mother came down just then and after kissing their father and mother goodbye at the gate the children turned and started back to the house still thinking about the bear story Mr. Riley's Bear Story which their father had been reading to them. "Oh, I know," exclaimed Jean, stopping in the middle of the walk, "let's have a Riley party this afternoon. Jack and Betty are coming over you know, and Bobby and Janet and oh, I can be little Orphant Annie and you " "I'll be the boy who goes after the bear. I'll get my target gun," spoke up Danny, entering at once into the plan. It was Saturday afternoon and their cousins, Jack and Betty, and two of tho Harter children from across the street were coming to the Stirton house to play. The children could scarcely wait to finish their bread and milk and turnovers, although they were very fond of turnovers for lunch and then to spend the time before 2:30 o'clock which is about the time they could expect their guests they were so eager with their plans for the afternoon's play. They confided their plans to Bridget, the nurse, and housekeep er, who had lived at the Stirton home ever since Danny was so little he had to hold to tables and chairs to walk around. Always they could count on Bridget to enter into their plans. This time was no exception. Bridget thought their idea was one with which they could have a great deal of fun. She made some plans right then and there too, but didn't tell the children at least not about all of them. "Why don't you children act out the parts like charades," she suggested, "and see how many you can guess?" "That'll be great," said Danny By Ad Carter by The Philadelphia Inquirer Co.

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heartily, while Jean danced up and down saying: "Oh,. 1 know something I'm going to do that you can't guess! You can't guess," she finished teasingly. At last the guests arrived and were told at once of the plan and all decided that would be fine. Jack and Bob and Danny wanted to be on one side and so Jean and Betty and Janet made up the other side just three on a side. First of all the girls for the hoys very gallantly said they could have the first turn appeared on the doorstep. Betty swept around the step with a broom and then sat down and began to tell stories, real "skeery" stories, too, to Jean and Janet, who were seated on the grass beside her. "An" the Gobble uns'll git you," grinned Jack, "that's easy, "Little Orphant Annie", and the other boys chimed in and said: "That's Orphant Annie all right. Now it'i our turn." The boys ran into the house but in a few minutes were out again, in gay array. Bob was riding the red wagon, making the foot that pushed it on the sidewalk keep time with the lively beating Danny was making on his drum. To one side was Jack, dressed in a red and yellow clown suit Jean recognized it as Danny's at once turning handsprings and somersaults one right after another with great glee. Buddy, Danny's little terrier, was running along beside them, trying to bark as loud and as often as Danny beat the drum. "Circusday Parade! Circus Parade!" called out the girls together. "Oh, that's fine," Janet added gleefully. Then the girls played nine little goblins (each one announced she was three people instead or one) with great hilarity and the boys followed this with the story of the boys who told what they were going to be when they grew up and Bobby made the girls laugh merrily when he threw out bits of cut out pictures of pies along the walk behind them as they went scooting along in the red wagon, just as he planned to do when he was a grown up baker. Afterwards the girls played Curly Locks with great elegance of manner, though there really weren't any strawberries and cream to eat, and the boys had much excitement acting the Bear Story. And then Bridget called to them from the kitchen door. Immediately the children ran toward the house. "Come into the breakfast room and rest yourselves a bit, children," she said genially, leading the way. "Ooh, ooh!" squeeled the girls, and "Oh, boy! let's try it," came from the boys as they saw six places set on the little gray breakfast table. At each place was a generous piece of custard pie and a glass of milk. In the center of the table was a little green plate of cheese. "Now guess what I am," laughed Bridget, "I'm playing Riley, too." No one knew at first but they all tried hard to think. Suddenly Jean sat up straight and said, "Oh, I know, Father read us that poem last night you're Lizalmth Ann!" And that was Bridget's surprise. CENTER Written especially for The Junior Palladium, by JACK HATHAWAY Captain Northwestrn University, 1921. Through my experiences as center I have found that the spiral pass is the surest. To execute it, I grasp the ball with my right hand Just ahead of center, with the laces in my palm. The left hand holds the ball in position, and is placed back of the right hand. Some players do not use the right hand at all. When the ball is held this way, it is not necessary to give it any special twist to make it twirl. It will spin of its own accord as it leaves your hands. In order that you will not be easily toppled over when you are making your pass, stand with your legs spread far apart and one fool a little ahead of the other. Throw your weight forward. In this position you are well braced and not easily upset.

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