Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 46, Number 306, 5 November 1921 — Page 15
THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY; NOVEMBER 5, 1921
PACE THREE.'
THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM
' The Junior Palladium is the ehlltren's section of the Klchinond Palladium, founded May 6, 1916, and issued each Saturday afternoon. All boys ami Klrls are Invited to ba reporters and contributors. News Items, social 'vents, "want" advertisements, stories, local jokes and original poems are acceptable and will bo published. Articles should be written plainly on one side of the paper, with the author's name and age signed. Aunt Polly i always Klad 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 each boy and girl will use it thoroughly.
AUNT POLLY'S LETTER
Secrets
Good Evening, Junior Friends: Were you ever in a muddle?, I like the word muddle, don't you, it seems to look just like what it means. But were you ever in one? Me? Oh, yes I have been in one, more than one, too. A muddle is a mixup. It is when what you think and what you would like to think, what you are doing and what you would like to do and what you believe and what the folks around you believe all gets mixed up. Mr. H. G. Wells tells us that the great war was caused by the "muddleheadedness of mankind". Perhaps that is what causes all wars. One thing, though, that we know for certain sure !s that we want a time to come and expect it to come when war will be unthought of. It will be a thing of the past that we read of but never think of taking part in again just as we read of the life of the tree dwellers and the cavemen and sabretooth and the mastodon and the mammoth. Next Friday is Armistice day, a day we like to celebrate. On that date, November 11, in 1918, fighting in Europe ceased and so that day i nnp nf the haDDiest days which many millions of people in the world
today can remember of having. It wasn't a gay day which is more of a day of careless, carefree pleasure. It couldn't be that, could it, not
after all those months of terrible fighting and suffering but it was a joyful day, which means a deeper happiness. This is the kind of happiness which knows what the Btorm has meant and can appreciate the coming of the rainbow which brings hope for the future. Every year since that very well remembered one in 1918 we have been glad to celebrate Armistice day. .... This year the celebration will be a truly great one for on Armistice day people from many countries will meet in Washington, D. C, to begin a conference or a little "talk together" as we may say, about limiting the preparations for war in many countries. Whether very much in this line will be accomplished is' uncertain. One of the biggest results of the meeting it seems to me is already being seen and that is that so many, many people in so many parts of the world are glad to say that they do not like war and they would be very very happy if there would never be another war. Each delegate or person coming to the conference represents a great number of people in his own country. He stands for them and speaks for them when he urges that the nations lessen heir war preparations. The more people there are who wish for disarmament and a time when wars will be past "for always" and work for it in the right way, the sooner that time will come. To really be worth living in a friendly world, we, everybody, must begin to disarm ourselves of weapons which fight against peace more than submarines and guns and poison gases and dreadnaughts; and those weapons are fear and selfishness Qn, i hatrprf and distrust. Without these weapons, old Mars, as the
people of long ago Rome called war, would not have an ounce of strength he wouldn't even be alive. If we toss aside these old and cruel weapons and strengthen our relations with other countries by friendship freely given, by appreciation and understanding, and clear up our muddled minds, and learn to think clearly and kindly, we too, shall be helping to bring the time when all nations will disarm. Let us try to see how the other person looks at things and not be like old Dan'l Hanks, whom Mr. Joseph O. Lincoln put into a poem Daniel talked a great deal and believed that all he said was so. One day, though, he was asked for a reason, and this is what he said: "Says I, 'How d'jer know you're right?' 'How do I know?' says he. 'Well, now, I vum! I know, by gum! I'm right because I be! " And that's all for tonight. AUNT POLLY.
Dear little Song-Span ow, up in the tree, There's a secret known only to you and to me; We know of a wee nest, warm and
dry, On a big crooked branch, hidden ever so high, But I'll not tell anyone no, not I! And now, good-by! Dear little Squirrel, chattering there, You have a secret that I can share.
We know where a store of nuts is laid, . In a hole in the wall. Dut don't be afraid! I'll not tell anyone no, not I! And now, good-by. Dear old Woodchuck, I love you! There's a splendid secret between us two. We know where your hole Is, safe in the groundBut don't be afraid it will never be found! For I'll not tell anyone no, not I! . And so, good-by! Christian Science Monitor.
BILLY GOAT FIXES THINGS
Uncle Dennis gave the Flannery twins a goat for their birthday. Mrs. Flannery protested loudly and vigorously. "I won't have any goat around this place, driving all my sewing customers away, and eating us out of house and home." In the end, though, she let the goat stay, on condition that it should
be always kept tied up. Billy wasn't a dangerous animal, after all. He was playful and affectionate. The twins pulled him around as though he were a puppy dog, but Mrs. Flannery's dislike for the pet grew. She had a quarrel with Uncle Dennis soon after nis never came around any more, the Billy's arrival. So, since Uncle Dennis never came around any more, she took her spite out on the goat. One sunny afternoon the twins were in the back yard, trying to hitch the patient Billy to a wagon. "Look!" cried Micky. "Here comes Uncle Dennis down the street on his way from work. I suppose he will go by with his head in the air, like he always does. Let's untie
Billy and scare him. Serve him right." So, they led Billy-around towards the front, and, Just as Uncle Dennis came opposite the house, they untied the goat and gave him a shove. Billy started gaily down the walk. Uncle Dennis saw the goat coming towards hira. He started, to walk very, very fast. Billy thought this strange man wanted to play with him, so he ran after him. Uncle Dennis broke into an undignified run, looking wildly about for shelter, and sped up the walk toward the house. He burst into the front door just as Mrs. Flannery was coming out to call the twins to dinner. Both of them fell in ,a heap inside. ! Uncle Dennis looked at Mrs, Flannery. Then he laughed. Mrs. Flannery looked at Uncle Dennis. Then she laughed. "Well, Nora," exclaimed Uncle Dennis, and he laughed some more. Then they shook hands. The goat poked his horns through a hole in the screen and looked in at them. The twins thought he was laughing, too.
Hunting Jaguar in South America
"Onca! Onca! Esta un onca!" A party of two Americans and three native Brazilions had set out on a hunt for jaguar. They were in the Amazon valley of Brazil. Early in the morning of the day in which the hunt came to an end, they had awakened and had their rice and coffee. ' Then, equipped with guns and dogs and the Indians with their manchettes, which are long, sharp knives, the party had mounted the ponies, sent the trained hunting dogs ahead, and started off over the rolling plains. It was the bellowing of the dog far ahead that had aroused the In
dian guides and caustd them to
Famous Anecdotes of Famous People
Macaulay. Many stories are told of Macaulay's childhood that show what a very precocious child he was. It is said that from the time that he was three yearrs old he read incessantly. His memory retained without effort the most difficult phraseology which he would reproduce i nhis speech. The effect was very droll, coming from such a small child as he was. When he was just four years
old, he had a small plot of land in the back yard, which he had marked out with a row of oyster shells. One day the maid threw the shells away as rubbish. When
the little fellow discovered his loss
he rushed straight into the draw
ing-room, where his mother was entertaining some callers, marched into the circle and said very solemnly, "Cursed be Sally; for it is written, cursed be he that removeth his neighbor's landmark."
MUSICAL GUESSES 1. "He went away every morn
ing, but was often back by noon." In this sentence are the syllables sounded whicli make the name of a
well-known composer.
2. The second is a boy who
wears the first. Answers: Offenbach (proAnswers: 1. Offenbach (pro nounced Of-fen-bahch). 2. Schu bert.
SET OF HAT AND COAT FOR DOLLS
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Sis-s-s BOOM! Sis-s-s BOOM! Up in the air, up in the air, When it comes to fighting, We're right there! YEA!
ANSWERS TO THIS WEEK'S RIDDLES 1. Stream. 2. Orange, pear, date, banana. 3. Because he can't look both ways at once. 4. James, Frank. 5. Sunshine. 6.. Palms.
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Halloween Party A very pretty Hallowe'en party was given by James and Charles Moore at their home, 790, National Road west, assisted by Master David Henderson, a house guest. The home was decorated with num-
j erous pumpkin faces, jack-o-lant-l erns, and corn stalks, the living
room being lighted with candles
shaded with black cand gold crepe
paper, while festoons of the black and gold paper made the rooms beautiful. The little guests were all dressed in Hallowe'en costumes
and were very happy with games
music and lunch, consisting of Ice
cream, cake, candy and nuts. Horns were given to the children as favors and much noise was enjoyed. The list of participants in tho affair were: Frances Garr, Mary Hayward, Eloise Cloud, Mildred Fox, Evelyn Maule, Theresa Davis. Winifred Bryan, Maurice
Evans, Robert Gault, Garland Mitchell, Robert Fulghum, James Moore, Charles Moore, David Henderson.
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cry out in Portugese that jaguar had been located. With their shouts of "Onca! Esta un onca! (Jaguar! There is a jaguar!)" they urged their ponies on toward a small, heavily-wooded swamp not far distant. From the middle of this dense timber was where the howls of the dogs came. "We reached the edge of the swamp and quickly dismounted," Mr. Robert Becker, one of the Americans in the party, told me. "The Indians unsheathed their manchettes and swung them into
the dense vegetation to cut a path through the trees and brush to
where the dogs were located. Tho
dogs had treed the jaguar. We discovered afterward that they must have caught the animal in hiding on the edge of a water hole in the timber, where it had been waiting for its breakfast, no doubt. The jaguar makes it his business to kill other animals for food. A water hole is a good place to do this for the jaguar can hide in the brush at the edge and jump out on
animals that come to drink
yellowish tint and has black spots. When we saw our animal in a tree, stretched out on a big limb about 20 feet up, snarling and glaring at the howling dogs on the ground below, it was an imposing sight. "But we spent little time admiring it. The sooner the animal was killed the better. We knew that it must be a clean kill. To only wound the animal would mean added danger. In one leap he might land any one of us and tear him into shreds. "It was a clean kill. One shot and the jaguar tumbled heavily through the tree to the ground. It
emitted a cry that was a half-roar and half-scream. Then it was quiet. "We allowed the dogs to pommel the body for a while to satisfy them and make them feel that they had been the ones responsible for the killing. Then we took the skin, and the party went on for more specimens." This jaguar hunt took place In the spring of 1913. The two American hunters had been sent to South America by a large museum to se-
"As fast as the Indians cut down' cure specimens of native animals
the trees and grasses, we followed for exhibition. It was not merely the path holding our guns in readi-jfor sport that they had taken the nes to shoot on a second's notice. J jaguar. The dogs continued their howls to! The skin was brought back to
guide us
"A jaguar Is a large, cat-like animal, weighing about 175 pounds and when full-grown, measuring about six feet three inches from the head to the tip of the tail He is of a
the United States. It is to be stuffed and exhibited in the great Field Museum of Chicago. And though I have not seen it myself, they tell me that this King of the South American jungle is a beauty.
AN INDIAN NEVER FORGETS Scene: Interior of a cabin. A pioneer, John Stone, is working over his rifle. His wife is tidying the room. Another pioneer, Nathan Greene, is looking out of a window.
JOHN STONE: I tell you. I saw the tips of war feathers behind that big rock as I was coming up the path. NATHAN GREENE: Probably a wild turkey. The Indians in this part of the country are friendly, anyhow, so don't be alarmed. MRS. STONE: It may be a wandering tribe. You can't tell. Are the windows barred? STONE: Yes. It is unlucky that the people in the next cabin are
gone now. lhere were lour well-
grown sons there.
MRS. STONE: We shouldn't
have stayed so far out from the fort.
STONE: Listen! (Grabs up his rifle; goes to window. A succession of war whoops is heard). Just as I feared. They're a strange tribe, and so many of them we haven't a chance. Better keep out of range of those loop holes, Moth er. GREENE: Maybe we can make terms with them tell them that the soldiers at the fort would quickly punish them if they harm us. STONE: A lot of attention they'd pay! MRS. STONE: They're circling around the house! STONE: It's no use to fire. It would only anger them. (Puts down his gun). I can't fix this one. We've only your gun. Nate, and
hardly any powder. We'll have to put up a white flag and trust in Province. GREENE: Trust in Providence, Indeed! You know what they're after. Scalps. I'm going to fire till the last. (Picks up his own gun. Aims through loop hole. Pulls trigger, but there is no report.) My powder is wet. I forgot. (Sinks down with his head on his hands). STONE: We can't resist. (Goes to door and starts to open it, but is thrust back as half a dozen Indians rush in and seize the occupants of the cabin). STONE: We are your friends! We (His voice is drowned in the hubbub. Chief enters. Looks at captives. Sees John Stone. Stares into his face intently). CHIEF: You son of old Captain
Stone? STONE: Yes, yes! MRS. STONE: Thank heavens, one of the Indians knows English. CHIEF: You remember Indian boy in fort once you help get away? STONE: Yes. I think I do. Let's see; I was about 15 then, and he was a few years older. He had been captured in battle. I liked him. So I helped him to get away. That was long ago. I'd almost forforgotten. CHIEF: Me no forget. Me that Indian.
STONE: You! CHIEF: Yes. wigwam in peace.
you alone. STONE: I can't thank you CHIEF: No thank. Red man cruel to enemy. He love friend. Indian never forget. Come, my brothers. (Walks out with folded arms, followed by other Indians.)
We leave your My people leave