Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 46, Number 300, 29 October 1921 — Page 16

FACE FOUR

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY, OCTOBER 29, 1921

This Week's Books

Book3 which belong In the children's room In the library and that aro related to the subject of the week's story hour or some subject which is specially interesting juniors for the week will be published in this column to help you in your selection of books to read. . The subject for this week's story hour, Saturday, Oct. 29, is fairy stories. Some of the fairy Btories in the library are: The Wonder Clock Howard Pyle. The Book of Seven Wishes Gertrude Alice Kay. Grimms' Fairy Tales Several editions. The Adventures of a Brownie Miss Mulock The Firelight Fairy Book A. B. Beston. Star Jewels and Other Wonders A. F. Brown. Anderson's Fairy Tales Several editions. The Little Lame Prince D. M, Craik. The Cruikshank Fairy BookGeorge Cmshank. "Tell It Again" Stories E. T. Dillingham and A. P. Emerson. Honey-bee Anatole France. English Fairy Tales Joseph Jacobs. More English Fairy Tales Jacobs. More Celtic Fairy Tales Jacobs. The Blue Fairy Book A. Lang. The Green Fairy Book Lang. Pinocchlo Carlo Lorenzi. At the Back of the North Wind MacDonald The Blue Bird Maurice Maeter-I linck Garden Fairies Savil Paquin. The Garden Behind the Moon Howard Pyle. The Joyous Story of Toto L. E. Richards. Sandman Twilight Stories A. P. Walker. The Allies' Fairy Book A compilation. East of the Sun and West of the Moon Thome Thomson. The King of the Golden River Ruskin. . Merry Tales Eleanor Skinner.

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AN AFTERNOON WITH the

"The Boys" of Old Engine pany Number Thirteen CornSpin Yarns of Some Narrow Escapes. "Fire!" The red glow of the sky in the distance, the clanging of tho fire autos few wagons these days the fire itself, with the falling beams and tumbling walls. .. .yes, there's a big thrill in fires, and there's a thrill for firemen in firefighting, just as you and I have imagined, even though to fight lire is an every day job tor them. It was a slack Saturday afternoon. Four of "the boys' 'at headquarters of old Engine Company Nc. 13, near the heart of Chicago's business district, were gathered about a table on the second floor, the living quarters, swapping yarns. The writer was included in the little 'circle. Harry Short, a genial man, grown gray during his twenty-odd years of fire-fighting, was speaking. "It was when I first started in this fire game that something happened to me that I dpn't care to have happen again," says he. "I was on the second floor of a burning building, working my way through the thick smoke. Sudden ly there was a dull 'Boom!' I felt the floor beneath me bulge up. Then it went down Just as a piece of paper might do. I don't remember what happened next. When I woke up I found myself lying in an alley back of the building. Some explosives had caught fire and gone off." A grim smile passed around as we thought of how surprised he must have been to feel the floor going up. "Yep, there's been some pretty hot times in this old town since uuici Ul tiio uvjn, A 1CI1IC1UUC1 one not long ago when a laddie was other of the boys. "I remember' caught between two flames, and I guess he thought he was gone for sure. He had been working on one of the upper floors of the bulldin, when the flames got so bad he couldn't stay. The fire escape was

his only chance of getting out. He I shooter fired at Jim but splintered crawled out. Flames reached i the gunwale of Jim's iry. Jim rethrough the window after him. He! loaded andw,.jnJ--as'' he finished had no sooner started down when i there wjHr-ginall cloud of smoke he saw that fire was licking through i-tfte''riggins and a report of a the window on the next i-IgrToTiiflo wa3 heard. Jim raised his pisgo past that ,widr and through tol and fired. The marine sharpthe flame Siant a possible loss of shooter fell.

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"Down on the ground ' the linemen men with the hose," he explained for my benefit "saw his fix. They shifted the stream and played it through the lower window and beat back the flames. It was then easy for the man to force his way through the stream to safety." "That's something like the cork factory fire about a year ago," began another. "Remember that one? Three or four of the boys had gone to the roof to chop holes so the smoke could escape. It was a fast fire, and they soon had to get down. The only way was to drop a rope to the roof of the next building, several stories lower, and slide. This they did, and all except one had landed safely. The last man was within about eight feet of the lower roof, when the rope gave way burned through. Lucky for him

THE REVENGE of CONDELL

Jim Condell, a tall, black eyed and haired Yankee was down along the coast fishing in his dory. He had just caught a two-pound cod, when he looked up and there was a seventy fore gun British frigate about two miles away and was bearing down upon him, He was three miles from shore. B hurt to , oars. H knew the He had to use oars. He knew the British would overtake him in about an hour but Jim decided not to give up. He threw everything overboard except his pistol and oars, then he sat down on the thwart and pulled hard for shore. He pulled and pulled for about half an hour and then one oar snapped. He took the other oar and started to use it when he lost his ' Kolnnta on1 A rrrTcn Vifa iQi He climbed in again and all he could do was wait for the British. Pretty soon the British came up within pistol distance. Jim thought he might as well die fighting, so he took aim with his pistol and fired. A man fell to the deck. Just as Jim fired, a marine sharpJust then a cannon went off and By Ad Carter

FIRE FIGHTERS'

his drop was short, and lucky for the rest of them (hat they got down when they did. There might bo a different story." And so went other tales' of perilous escapes. If you want to spend an enjoyable afternoon, visit your fire headquarters and get "the boys' to talking. "Then," ventured the writer as the circle began to break up, "there really is a thrill to fire-fighting even though it is every-ilay stuff with you fellows there's a thrill to riding on the wagon, isn't there?" All save big, jolly Mr. Hausman, one of the boys, nodded. "What's your feeling, Mr. Ilausman?' 'the writer asked. "Thrill to riding on the wagon?" he asked with mock seriousness. "Oh, it feels about like riding on a street car." He dodged a boot. a solid shot through the bottom of the dory and soon Jim was swim ming around in the water. The British lowered a boat and picked him up. He was given dry clothes and put in the brig. He went tq sleep right away and about 6 o'clock was ! akaevne fr h,ls, Tf. I . mister,' 'asked Jib, "Who he you anyhow?" "I am gunner Jones," was the reply, "and this ship is the Bristol commanded by Captain William Wilson of the British navy." "I know it's a Britisher already," said Jim. "What part of the vessel is this room, anyhow?" "This room is next to the magazine of this vessel on the" port side." "Thanks for the information," said Jim as H. B. Majesty's gunner Jones walked away. Jim then walked around his room to Inspect it. As he was walking he thought of his hunting knife. He felt in the pocket where it was. It was still there and a stick he had been whittling oif. He took the knife and went toward the side the magazine was on and started cutting in the wood wall. He worked and worked until he heard footsteps coming toward his room. Ho leaned against the wall and started whittling on the stick. The gunner brought some food to Jini. As he did so, he noticed the shavings on the floor. I "What's these shavings doing here?" he said. "I was just whittling a bit to pass the time away," responded Jim. Then the gunner went away again. Jim lay down to sleep. He awoke at noon for his meal and then slept again till supper. After supper Jim whittled away till he got a hole in the wall. Then just above it he fixed his coat on a peg in the wall. Then he cut into the wall till he heard the ganner coming. Then he dropped the coat over the hole and started whittling his stick again. He ate his break fast and slept again and after sup per he worked. At last at midnight he got into the magazine. There were powder, shot, guns and other things. Jim went back to his room and about 1 a. m. there was a rushing on deck and soon he heard a rum bling of chain and then a splash. They had anchored. I In the morning the gunner came with tood. "What port are we in?" asked Jim. Were hin Boston arbor, was the answer. "All right," said Jim. Jim slept and ate and ate and slept till about 10 o'clock that night. Then he got an eight-pound gun and brought to his room and loaded it with canister. Then he got a canvas boat ready and a sixpounder. He ride the 18-pounder at the side of the ship and fired the six-pounder at the magazine, then threw the boat out of the hole in the side and jumped after it. He fell in the water, then he swam to the canvas boat, got in it and pushed away from the ship. Just then there was a deep, loud report as of a thousand cannon and the ship he had been a captive on, was blown out of the water. Then he pulled to the shore. "When he got ashore people asked him what he had done. He told them and then went back home about 10 miles south from New York. He had had his revenge. When he got home to told his mother about it. He told her he had his revenge. (The end). George Morton, grade 7B, Cambridge City, Ind. 1

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Two patterns circling, dipping And who can say which is more graceful, Which tho more expert The butterfly Or the falling leaf? Paraphrased from the Japanese, by Louis Untemieyer. The Adventures of a Wandering Prince Once upon a time there was a prince called Prince Edward. His father was the king on the land called Goupon Land (Go-upon). One day the prince was out walking when he came to a great forest. The prince thought he would go into the forest, but he got lost. The prince had never been in a forest before and he became afraid. It began to grow dark and at last he fell asleep. When he awoke he began to see if he could find anything to eat. lie found a tree filled with fruits. He ate and ate till he could eat no more. Then he started to find his home. After awhile he came to a little fairy standing on a stump. She said, "I will tell you the way home if you will promise to live with me half the year and the king the other half. This the prince soon did, and if you coul see the prince now I think you would see him go to live with the fairy half the year and the king the other. K. Josephine Hingsingwer, grade 6A, Starr school. , A LEGEND The origin of Halloween, When fairies trip across the green. And Druids' ancient rites are seen, We'll tell you in October. And so in all her purple days We see the bonfire's ruddy blaze And fairy-like a misty haze Proclaims the summer's over. The night before All Hallow's Day, The thirtieth of October, Is kept by all as Halloween, Each year over and over. The Druids had a festival, Their fires burned all the year, On altars for te great Sun-God, The Druids then appeared In white robes on Halloween. Many a time they have been seen. They then put all the fire3 out, Re-kindle them and so Taking live embers once again To their own homes they go. Upon their hearths a magic charm, The embers protect them from all harm. L. Rountree Smith. Great Britain's Premier Sees His New Grandchild Premier Lloyd George of Great Britain recently saw for the first time his newest grandchild, tho second daughter of Mrs. Carey Evans. Lloyd George's daughter. Mrs. Evans brought her family, in cluding little Miss Flunyd, to the Downing street home of tho pre-

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