Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 46, Number 318, 19 November 1921 — Page 15

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM. SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 19, 1921

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THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM

The Junior Palladium is the children's Rootion of the Kichmond Palladium, founded May 6, 11, and issued each Saturday aflernonn. All Itoys and Kills are invited to In- repartees and contributors. News items, social events, "want" advert isenu nts, stories, local, jokes and original luteins are acceptable and will he published. Articles should be written plainly und on one side of the paper, with the author's name and age signed. Aunt Polly Is always Rlad to meet the children personally as they briiiK their articles to The Palladium office, or to receive letters addressed to the Junior Kditor. This is your little newspaper, and wo hope each bov and Klrl will use it thoroughly.

AUNT POLLY'S LETTER

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Dear Junior Folks: Since people have been feeling thrills.

last Saturday many thousands of Not the ones we have when we hear

good ghost stories, which I suppose are really thrills of fear but thrills of hope. It is with joy and pride that we read that In the very first meeting of the group of men who are now in Washington talking about lessening the preparations for war, our Secretary of State. Mr. Hughes, made a definite, splendid suggestion. lie suggested that all nations take a ten year vacation in building ships for war. That's quite a long vacation, isn't it? It is a simple and possible plan for reducing our navies and the great expense they are to the taxpayers among whom are your own fathers. Perhaps this suggestion may not be carried out. It may be blocked by some countries because they fear their neighbors too much to dare to etop building greater navies. We are glad, though, for this that our country made the splendid suggestion and in a practical way and that the people who heard Mr. Hughes make it cheered and cheered, and that newspapers and people throughout the country talking of it show joy and pride- over their leader's suggestion. It is because of these things that there is today as some one has written, "a radiance on tlie wings of time and a light iu our house of dreams." It is another wonderful experience to put into the bag full of

splendid thoughts and happenings, which we will open up and look over and be glad of, especially on Thanksgiving Day. Everybody is always wishing for things which will come and will happen in the future. That is an easy thing to do. It takes a little more effort to turn around and say "Thank you" for something which we have already received. It is so easy for all of us to mass together all the good things we have and push them in an out of the way storeroom in our minds and forget about them. There is a story in the New Testament about ten men who were cured of leprosy, a terrible disease. Now they all ten of them felt the same wonderful Joy In being cured, but the story tells us that only one turned and went back to Christ who had healed him and thanked Him for making him well. It is said that in savage dialects or the simple languages found among savage people, there is no word for thankfulness or gratitude.

Perhaps that is so because gratitude is a finer tnougm. man uie mi thoughts of a race, which are about what we call wants and necessities, and has to grow. I'd like to run a race with you naming the things we have to be glad and thankful about. I think it would be lots of fun. Oh the;e just wouldn't be any end to the things we could name, would there: There's our homes and sunshine and friends and squirrels ana chickadees and Saturdays and our school houses and recess times and blue skies and snow for snowballs and folks and dogs and thousands and thousands of things. And I'm glad because I'm your "play aunt" and 1 hope you are too. AUNT POLLY.

MYSTERY of the FIREPLACE

In England was a very fino place 1 was over there when

which nobody lived in. it was covered with beautiful vines and roses with towers and many windows. It had been a long time since anvone lived in this beautiful place. Once a beautiful maiden had lived there, but nobody was ever able to find any trace of her. One day a young boy named Nelson Silver, was going by, and said to himself, "I wonder why nobody ever lives in this beautiful place. If I owned it, I know I would." Not vorv far from this place was

an inn, so he stopped there fori awhile. fine cveninc he and the mn-

l.-.f,Tior were talkine when the

thought flashed into his

he died.

This is what he said: 'If you

know my boy and you know him I want you to tell him that the palace belongs to him and his wife if he gels married.' That was all all he said. He was a very fine nobleman. I wish I could find his son." "Well, I believe I'll go to bed," said Nelson. The next day he didn't do anything much but asked questions of the innkeeper. "What was the nobleman's boy's name?" asked the young man. "His son's name was Jack Holt." The young man's face got as pale

tempted to run away from me

I am going to whip her." "You are not going to whip her," said Nelson. They both got into a light, but the young Nelson won. When he came back to the bench the girl had come to herself. "How does it come you are with thi fiman who treats you so?" "Well, if you will listen. I will tell you my life," said C'larelion, which was the gir's name. "When I was a child, as long as I can reremember, I have been with this man. He said he was my father, but I don't think he is. . At first, he treated me all right, but when I got bigger he didn't. I attempted to run away this morning. When I was slipping out of the house he caught me. I got away from him. I left my suitcase in the woods." "Please, what is your name?" asked Nelson. "My name is C'larelion Bulk. What is your name?" asked C'larelion, in reply. "Where are you going?" asked Nelson. "I don't know,' said the girl. "I have some blankets. I guess I will sleep in the woods till morning." For a long time they sat there talking. "I don't think it's right the way

they treat you. Will you come to

the inn; there is an extra room there." It was a mile or so to where Nelson lodged. They walked along picking wild flowers. As they went, on the woods grew thicker. C'larelion got her foot

caught in a trap that had been set for an animal. Nelson got her foot out of the trap, but she had fainted. When she came to, she was in a room at the inn. After awhile as she felt better, she sent for Nelson. "Will you keep a secret if I tell you?" asked Clarelion. "Sure, that's what I want to do." "Well, the reason I ran away is because father wanted me to!

marry that tailor on Pearl street. You know him. don't you?" "You mean that man with that kind of long face?" "Yes."

"Oh, he isn'i near for such a nice girl

Nelson. One day they were walking through Hie woods when they met her father. The girl jumped behind a tree so quickly that her father didn't notice her and passed on by her. Then she came out from behind the tree and they walked on until they came to the palace, where the

vines and

I went to the inn and stayed there that night. The next day when I was talking to the innkeeper, he said it was hidden in the fireplace, somewhere in the palace. Even knowing that, I do not know whether I can find out anything," said Jack. Later in the evening, Jack was talking to the innkeeper. "I am going to see if I can find the mystery to the palace in the fireplace, for, in that fireplace is what my father intended me and my wife to have." "You don't mean to tell me that you are Jack Holt, do you?" said the Innkeeper. The innkeeper was a very handsome man. "Who do you think will be your wife?" smiled the innkeeper "the little blonde girl?" At this the young man blushed and said, "Oh, I don't know. She is such a sweet girl, I could Just murder her father, rather her pretended father. I had just as well have her as anyone else but, my goodness! I didn't know it was so

late,' 'said Jack, as he got up to to bed, and said "Good night." The next day he went over to the palace and unlocked the door with a key the innkeeper had given him. He went all through the palace and then he went into a livingroom where there was a big lireplace made of stones that sparkled. He looked all around, but didu't see anything, when, suddenly, h noticed a big diamond in one of tha stones. He pressed on it and in it was a varnished box with a stone box and pearls strung around it. He opened it and found it full or bonds and money. After awhile he married Clarelion Miles. One night as they were eating supper, a knock was heard at the door. The man opened the door, and who do you think it was? His father. They all had a good time and feasted. They all lived for a very happy time. Elizabeth Holt, age 12, grade 5A, Finley school.

IT'S FALL

It's fall and the leaves are falling from the trees, blown by the

gentle breeze. It's fall and' it's

eoinc to freeze. Then there will

be no gentle breeze. The leaves will stop falling from the trees and

it will probably snow up to your

knees. The wind will howl around the house and you by the stove

will curl up like a mouse. It's fall and the farmers husking corn look out on the world on a cold and frosty morn with scorn and finally with lot3 of courage go to the barn, feed the horses corn and hay, hitch up two and, away! It's fall! Ya! Ya! By Ix'slie E. Anderson, Bethel, Ind.

nice enough as you," said

GIRLHOOD STORIES OF FAMOUS WOMEN

Harriet Hosmer On the Charles River, near Watertown, Mass., as far back as 1840, might be seen a Venetian gondola with silver prow and velvet cushions. What queen rides in this boat of splendor? No queen at all, only a 10-year-old girl whose adoring father bought everything he could think of to make his little daughter want to play outdoors. His wile and another daughter had died of consumption. He was

Hnlmminpil Hint Harriet should

loses were climbing alMjve.

as a sheet because he knew his

mind'nallK was Ja'11 Holt and he had I nli i ri niil lit.. nomn wffT. ffiin I n tv

. fit l UliUlt U 11 I? AltllllH U' HM IT V.UIMMIf,

Oh. say! what's the matter wi,h back to whore he was born

ti. i t.i.fo itver there.' How lie iookcu just iiKe you, saiu

place

ciimc's nohodv lives in 11

"Oh, that, place? That used to belong to a very rich noble. At

his death he couldn't Hud nis son

This Week's Books

Rooks which belong in the children's room in the library and that are related to the subject of this week's story hour, which is Stories or Thanksgiving Day, are published below : Children's Hook of Thanksgiving Stories, compiled by A. H. Dickinson: On Plymouth Hock, by Sam

uel Adams Drake: Pilgrims audi

Puritans, by N. Moore; America's Storv for America's Children, by M. It. Pratt; Pilgrim Stories, Humphrey; The Pilot of the Mayflower, by Riitterworth; The First Thanksgiving Day (a play from Little American History Plays for Littl Americans, by p:ie:inor Hubbard )

the innkeeper. "That is the reason

I have taken such a liking to you. You know there is some mystery about the place, and people say it Is in the big fireplace, made of stone, but nobody has ever been able to find out where the fireplace is,' 'said the innkeeper. "Well, how do you get into this palace?" said Nelson. "Well, I just don't know exactly." replied the keeper.

One day while walking down the

road trying to think what he could do, Nelson heard a scream. It sounded like a girl screaming. He began to look around and to run, when he saw a girl running toward him. A man was chasing her. She wa'j all out of breath. She was so hot and all out of breath that she fainted. There happened to be a bench near and ho laid her on it. "Why are you running after this girl, tell me now-' 'said Nelson. "Well, I guess I'm her father," said the other man. "She said that I do not treat her right and at-;

Jack Holt! Why. didu't

used to play together when were little, in our back yard?"

Clarelion. "Yes. but is Clarelion your real name?' 'asked Nelson. "Clarelion is. but. my last name is not Burk. It is Clarelion Miles." "You know if anyone could get into the palace, they could get. pearls and diamonds fit. for a queen, but nobody has lived in it since Mr. Holt died." Of course, Clarelion didn't know that the palace had belonged to Jack's father and that he had left it to him. "If I tell you something, will you get mad?" asked Jack. "Of course,

I will call him by his right name. Well, you know Mr. Holt was nofa ther." "Your father!" exclaimed Clarelion, in astonishment. "Yes, and when he died I could

She was raised as a boy. Her room was full of dissected birds, bats, beetles and snakes. Harriet Hosmer did live and her love for the beautiful continued.

She is one of the most famous

American sculptors. Her most not ed statue is "Zenobia."

DAUGHTER DRIVES HER OWN MACHINE

along the window and clung to the stone window ledges. "Oh, what a beautiul palace!" said Cla'lion. At the word ' palace,' Nelson tu.ned whiie. "Why. what's the matter? Did I say something that hurt your feel

ings.'' said Clarelion. "Oh. no, I was just thinking ofjiifwrv ppnPr'P'Q something a limit I hp nalace." said I LLU I U IjIILJAVJCj D

Nelson. "Don't you wish you owned it?" said Clarelion. "Oh. I" he very nearly lei out something. "Why didn't you finish what you were going to say?" "Oh, I had just as well tell you all about," said Nelson. "You know I was born here in England. After I went away, I changed my name and thought I would start a new life. Maybe you can guess my real name." "No," said Clarelion, "I can't guess. What is it?" "Jack Holt."

we we said

A Thanksgiving Song Oh, I am very glad when, Thanksgiving rolls along. For it isn't very often. That we are glad and strong. We go humming through the street And the parrots your words repeat. And when the Pilgrims came here, We all began to cheer, For they were the people that brought Thanksgiving here. And we will always remember out friends so dear. And I am glad to hear you say That you are happy on Thanksgiving day. And when the Pilgrims first began To celebrate our native land, All the people said. "We will stand, To see the Pilgrims come over here and land." And when they came over here to land, We knelt on our knees and said, "God bles our native land."

Dear Aunt Polly: My phi friend Harriet helped rne to make this up, nnil 1 helped her. Helen Klizahetli Harris, ae 10, 1 lollaust.urK. O.

DOLL'S SET OF BABY CLOTHES WHICH SANTA CLAUS MAYBRING ON CHRISTMAS

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Miss Megan Lloyd George driving her car, accompanied by a girl friend.

Miss Megan Lloyd George, the daughter of Great Britain's premier, set a precedent in London re-

not live in it because I missed Dad j cently by driving her own car, a so much. I know all about, the; small two-seater. The car was place, and besides, father left me (given to her by Mrs. Lloyd George, something hidden which I do not i Miss Megan recently drove her disknow where it is or what if is. i tinguished father from Chequers to But the very first day I came here, ' London In her "bus."

No. 1902 Just the thing to please little Mothers. There are dolls and dolls, but no doll so dea, to the heart of a doll's mother as one dressed in baby clothes. The designs here shown will be foun.l easy to make, as they are cut on simple, one-piece lines. The dress may be made of nainsook, lawn or batiste and trimmed with bands of lace or embroidery. The coat will develop nicely in cashmere, silk.

henrietta or Bedford cord. Both the sacque and kimono will look well made of flannel or flannelette, and the cape of silk or flannel. The pattern is cut in three sizes for dolls: 1G, 18, and 20 inches in length. It will require 2 yards of 27-inch material for the dress. We yards of 21-inch material for th wrapper, and 2 yards of 21 inch material for the coat, for an 18inch doll. A pattern of this Illustration mailed tu any address on receipt of 12 cents In silver or stamps. Address Pattern Department Palladium

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