Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 46, Number 351, 31 December 1921 — Page 16

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Queen's Bravery The storm was raving wheni old Jiui Baldwin was awakened in the night by something pulling at hi.s covers and then a deep growl could be heard. ."What is it Queen," asked Jim, rolling over and covering up again? Again he could hear a deep growl and then a sharp bark. This time old Jim rolled out of bed in a

hurry . because he had trained Queen, his Collie dog, to growl deep

and then give a sharp bark if any

thing had gone wrong with his

sh'etp at night.

Old Jim Baldwin owned a small fcheep ranch, in Montana. He lived on the ranch all alone accept Queen, his Collie dog and his great

herd ot sheep.

This night old Jim had left his sheep to, graze on the hill beside

his cabin. The grass had turned

brown and Jim expected it to snow

in a few days. He knew after it snowed his sheep could not have grass from the pasture after that

until spring. '

Jim dresed in a hurry for he

knew if the storm got too bad his sheep, would bunch together and

lose their way to the sheds. A3

soon as Jim opened the cabin door

Queen was out and had bounded

away for the hill side. As Jim began to climb the hill, he heard a

growl and a snarl of a wolf, then a bark and a whine from Queen. Jim knew Queen was In a fight with a wolf. Jim found a large club and started toward the fight

for he knew Queen could never kill a wolf. As he came near the fight

Queen got the wolf by the throat. Clinching her powerful jaws over his throat she choked him to death before Jim could help her. Nearby Jim found a small lamb so frightened it could hardly move. By Queen's aid old Jim got the rest of his herd in shelter before he lost any sheep. The next day the baby lamb was well and back with the herd while Jim gave Queen a new dog collar in place of her old one for a reward in help saving the sheep. Dear Aunt Polly: I am the author of the story ''Twin Rings," that was handed in for the Junior'

a long time ago. ; I am sending Jhls story in to please children who love dogs and sheep. ' - , Yours truly, RUth BATES. Dear Ruth: Your story pleased me too.? Write us another animal story, soon, if you can, will you? I like animal stories very, much. Aunt Polly. . . -

Prince of Wales Pays Tribute to Bravery of Aged Indian Warrior

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An Elephant's Story 1 was born in a far off country called Germany. My name is Jumbo. 1 came across the great ocean in a ship full of toys that were coming as Christmas gifts for little boys amrgirU in America. When wc arrived in New York, I was taken from the boat and nut

in a big window wilh ever so many other toys. One day three poor children came down to the toy shop. One of the boys said, "Oh, how 1 would like to have that elephant!" How glad I was, because there wansn'L another elephant in the window. But Mary said, "You can not get it for Christmas because you haven't any money."

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Who for? What for? Who do you think we're yelling for? Junior High! (Whistle.) Middleboro, Midleboro, Just for fun, Ought to be shot with a rusty gun! Sland hin? on his head, Stand him on his feet Middleboro, Middleboro, Can't be beat! Contributed by M. L. M.

"Well, Santa Claus might bring

It to me." Yale's Classic Yell.

Pretty soon the clerk came and; One of the Yale university ath-

took me out of the window andl'etic yells which was heard repeatwrapped me up. Then I was given j edly at the recent Harvard-Yale over to some one. 1 knew it was a football game is taken in part from woman by her sweet voice. She j an old satire, "The Frogs" written took me out and we rode around! by Aristophanes and is as follows:

The Prince of Wales touching the hilt of the Indian's sword.

One cf the touching features of the visit of the Prince of Wales to India occurred while he was reviewing veterans of the Indian army The heir to England's throne paused before one of the oldest soldiers who has fought in scores of battles in England's behalf and reverently touched the hilt of the warrior's sword which lie had carried in the nianv caimviiirris.

DAVID WAS, CAREFUL

One of the youngsters in the

blqek had a nasty temper, so the

Less Noise in Cities.

Street car gongs tuned to a perfect major scale and automobile

other day when he came, to pIay!horn3 r.lway3 in bass wai suggostDavid was overheard to say to his ed in a meeting of a group of sci-

brother: "Don't tease Harry entists in Paris recently. The ideF. "cause he's got an awful mad." is to lessen the great amount of

for a little while. Before very

long the machine stopped and 1

was taken by the woman up to a

house. Another woman answered the door and I was given to her. The woman who had bought me her that I was to be a Christmas present for her little boy, Fred. The next day was Christmas and when Fred got up he saw me at the foot of hi3 bed. I wish you could have seen Fred! He grabbed me up and danced around the room. I heard him shout, " Iknew Santa wouldn't forget me." Of course, l was glad because I knew he would be kind to me. Charles Yanger, Starr school.

Nothing But the Truth

Chicago Daily Tribune.

Fifty-seven countries produce rubber and 3,300,000 acres of trees are under cultivation.

noise m cities.

A little girl was enjoying a slide on the pavement when, to her consternation, her heels flew up and she fell with great force upon the stone3. A woman who wa-j passing saw the accident and ran to the child's assistance. She picked her up, brushed the dust from her clothes and asked kindly: "You poor mite. How did you

fall?" The child

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Brek-ek, co-ex, co-ex, co-ex, lirek-ek, co-ex, co-ex, co-ex, Whoa-up, whou-up Hullabaoo Yale! Chick-a-chackl Chick-a-chack! Wow! Wow! Wow! Rick-a-Rack! Rick-a-Rack! Now! Now! Now! Are we goig to beat them? Well, we hope! Just watch Bethel , There as slick as soap! Written by Leslie Anderson, age 15, Bethel school.

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Question of Music .

My sister was planning a party ; for some of our high school friends j when she encountered 'the problem of providing music for the occasion. I play a piano, but . that j wasn't novelty enough. So, I. then called enf two of my boy - friends, one of whom plays a violin and" the other a banjo, and we three got our heads together.' j The violinist was to dreps a. a j street musician, in old tlothcH. ' with a red bandanna handkerchief 1 around his neck, an old felt hat md worn-out shoes on, and was to i have a "monkey" (my sister's dogj dressed up in a red cloth suit and . nat) on a chain. I The" banjo player was to fix up,' as a southern negro and I was to: .ippear in a clown suit I had used ' it a Halloween party. j

1 lieiore me pany we pracuceu ,

together several times, and when we finally appeared before the quests playing our selections, we were a scream. So that's how we gave Sis some "different" music.

Dick H., Sacramento, Calif.

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I have been wondering if Santa Claus will come this year. I hope there will be snow on the ground so that Santa Claus can come in his sleigh. If it doesn't snow, I expect he will come in an airplane. Last Christmas a little boy and girl that lived next door to me had been afraid that Santa Claus was not going to put anything in their stockings, because they had been naughty. The little boy John said to his sister 'before ho want tn hmt

with tears streaming j "Before we go to bed, let's write a eeks, sobbed, "Flat,jnote to Santa Claus and tell him

that we will not be naughty any more." Ruth said, "That will be' a good idea, and we shall never be naughty again."

They wrote the note and went (0 bed. When they got up in the morning they found their stockings full of many pretty things. And there in the corner, what did they see? A beautiful big Christmas tree with . lots of toys at the foot of it. j They decided not to be naughty ; any more. Edith Warner, 6A, I Starr school.

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