Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 92, Number 30, 4 February 1922 — Page 15

TIflil RICHMOND PALLADli:;:. TUUUAY. FEBRUARY 4, 19i2

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'i'tie Junior Palladium la the chil Urcu's section of t lie Hi'. I mo ml palladium, founded May ti, 1916, ami IsHued caeli SaturJay afternoon. All boys ami jrirls are Invited to In? reporters and contributor?. News items, social events, "want" advert i seme u ts, stories, local, jokes ami original poems arc acceptable and will bo published. Articles sUouU bt written plainly and on one side of the paper, with t he author's name and as'e signed. Aunt Polly is always K'a'l to meet the children personally as they bring their articles to The Palladium office, or to receive letters addressed to Ihe Junior r.djtor. This is your little newspaper, and we hope eueli boy and girl will use it thoroughly.

AUNT POLLY'S LETTER

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Good evening. Junior Friends: Did you ever "just suppose" what it would he liko to spend a whole day at home, at school and on the street without seeing anyone smile or laugh? O oh, it makes us shiver, doesn't it? I have read an advertisement llmt said a. homo without music is like life without a laugh, or perhaps they might say a heart without music is like life without a laugh. It. would be like living in one of those dark old castle dungeons we read ahout, wouldn't it? Hut just as we find folks everywhere who like to he where there's plenty of sunlight, so we find that folks like to smile ami laugh and like to hear music. We say all kinds of tilings with music, as, we do with words, only we use tones instead of letters to say them. There is good music and better music, but no bad music because sounds which are so poorly put together that we might start to call them "bad music" do not make music at all. It is as if we were sitting on Ihe diving platform deciding that we were going to learn to dive and some one would come up behind us and push us off and we would tumble in the water in the funniest kind of way. We couldn't say "That was a bad dive," could we, because it wasn't a dive at all. When we climb a ladder or some long stair steps, we would not care at all to go up two or three

steps and then go down would we? No, we want, to go on to the next step as soon as we're on a new one. That is the way we climb the ladder of music. When we know and like good music we want to climb up to know more about better music on the step above, and we find it is just what we have been wanting to hear. Music is very much like boys and girls (and grown-ups. too!) for sometimes there are just tunes or melodies running along by themselves, and then soon these little melodies pick up other notes (as you stop for your playmates on the way to school) and after a while we have chords and many, many notes and we have a great big group of tones making something very beautiful to hear. I believe tones must, like to be with other tones just as words would rather be in a reader than a speller and as you boys and girls like to be with other boys

and girls. We want to learn more and more good music and more and more better music. For several years, though not just at present, special concerts were given in many parts of England for school boys and girls, as a part of their school study. In Italy, too. we hear thai children hear so much music that they are often heard singing song? from great operas. Last Friday many of our grade school orchestras pjayed togethei and we liked very much to hear them and we thought how nice it will be as they grow and grow. Monday evening the city's orchestra played; Thursday, a great man, who spends his life speaking to people in music, was in our city and next week senior high school students will give "Mikado." So right lure in Richmond we have many chances to hear what we want to hear much of the good and better

music. When Ihe prince came to the them to the beauty of the place

is something like that inty and enjoyment. has stretched itself out! AUNT

Once upon a time there was a mighty hunter, whose name was Orion. He knew he was very powerful and he believed no one could win over him in a fight. So, one day, he made a great boast. He said: "I can light with the mightiest of beasts and overcome them. No beast, no matter how huge and terifying, can light with me and win against me." Now that must, have made all the animals very angry. So a scorpion (a poisonous snake) went to the hunter and bit him. The great hunter died from his wound, and the gods, very sorry about his death, placed him in the heavens

with lus dogs. This is the story the Greeks told many hundred years ago. Now we see, night after night, three groups of stars which are named after this hunter and his dogs. One of these dogs is bigger than the other one. The Bright Dog Star The brightest star in the group of stars which make the outline of the bigger dog is named Sirius and is. all by itself, often called the Dog Star. If you will look to the southeast, any clear evening and look at t ho brightest star you can see, one that

often appears a beautiful blue color you will see Sirius. How it

flashes and sparkles! We are iold that ii is 30 times brighter than our sun and that people for many centuries have looked at it and loved its beauty. Long, long ago in Kgypt, temples were built, in its honor and seven such temples have been found by men who were digging under the present land stirface of Egypt to find buildings! built in that country long ago. j

Has It Changed Color? Now we like to wear neckties and suits and dresses and hair ribbans of different color, don't we? Wonder if stars sometimes like to change their colors? We learn that some people who study stars, believe Sirius was at one time (they think about (JO, 000 years ago) on the eastern edge of the Milky Way instead of on the western

I edge, as it is now. and that it was I red. Hut that may or rnav not be

so; we do not know for sure. We do know, though, that Sirius shines especially brightly during February, and we may easily see it, because it sparkles so much. Can you find it ?

HENRY HUDSON DISCOVERS GREAT RIVER

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The English navigator who, sailing under Holland's flag, and in the employ of the Dutch Fast India company, was the first white man tu disturb Ihe waters of the present Hudson river. On September 2nd, 1(10!), he anchored in lower New York Bay, and according to his own narrative, he found it. "a very good land to fall in with, and a pleasant land to see." The beautiful Hudson river will rightfully bear hi3 name for all time.

BILLY'S CATASTROPHE

and gladness. Music awakens us to new In My, but this lette real quick.

castle of "Sleeping Beauty" he awoke where they were and to joy and life

prince, I think, it

I'll say POLLY.

good bye,

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RIDDLES

Hidden Countries Hidden in eaeh sentence below is the name of a country. The letters are in their exact order. Can you find them? 1. "Goody! Goody!" shouted Sue and Ted and Marjory all together. Their mother had just told them that she and Dad had planned for the children to spend the summer on their Uncle Albert's farm in Indiana. 2. "Letter this wasp "a," interrupted Dan, as he handed a new specimen to Halstead, who was enthusiastically showing his grandfather their collection of insects.

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his father's old stamp book either in the library closet nor way up in the attic in the old trunk. 4. Whether he saw steamship or tug, Albeit was delighted as it was his first visit to the lake. r. "This is so comfortable," said Juanita lying lazily in the hammock swung between two tall

spruce trees in the iieautnui grove which was behind her grandfather's old stone house. 0. Life in Cana dates easily back to 4000 M.C.

7. "Needles and and a chin," Alice "when exams are

might indeed grin." 8. My little sister likes to the zoo very much. I let her

bits of cucumber and sweet toes to tin' monkeys, which

think, is a treat. Answers to these appear in an oiiier part of this week's Junior

JUST for FUN

"Ever study a blotter' "No, fcolish." "It's very 'absorbing."

Doctor: morning." Patient: practicing

Practicing Up "You cough easier

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"I ought all night."

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There was a young camper named Locke; Last summer he suffered a shockeThe lent o'er his head Turned to stone, so he said The wind, he explained, made it rocke.

He Was Worried "All who want to go to heaven please rise," said the Sunday school superintendent. All rose except Johnny. "Don't you want to go, Johnny?" he asked in surprise. "Not yet."

The 5AB and GAB of Whitewater school had a pleasant trip to the High school Monday, Jan. 2!!.

There they saw pictures of the Yellowstone National park. One of the most interesting pictures was thai of Old Faithful, the most famous geyser in the Yellowstone National park. It erupts every fio minutes and throws a stream of hot water one hundred and twenty feet high. We also saw some scenes of the hot spring terraces. They are made by the lime in the water. The terraces are also colored by bands of yellow and red. Minerals in the water cause the colors to form in the lime. The children saw boiling mud. It looked like hot much as it bubbled to let gas and steam escape.; which was underneath the mud.

The picture of Ihe birds were interesting, too. They liked the pictures of the sea-gulls and the ocean, the best. The trip was enjoyed by all who went. The picture helped to make our geography seem real. It would be line to have pictures of Hawaii, the Philippine Islands, and Alaska. All the children would like to study Geography, then. Elizabeth Kring, Whitewater Junior reporter.

MY FIRST AIRPLANE RIDE

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I was going out into the woods with one of my friends one day. We were on our ponies, when we were near a large plain. We saw a big machine out there with a man sitting in it. I didn't know very much about aeroplanes, but as soon as my friend saw it he said, "Look! there is an aeroplane!" We rode over there, and the man was a very nice fellow and he said, "Which one of you boys would like to take a little ride?"

I said for John to go. but he insisted on my going; so, I went. It seemed kind of funny up in the air; but it was quite a bit luxuriant, as there was a nice seat for mo and I could see all over for ahout five or six miles distance. When we lighted it seemed as though we were still in the air. I thanked the man and so he went up again. I don't know where he went, but I guess he was a mail

aviator.-- Norman Jenkins.

Billy Is just about to give up hope when a little speck of azure widened in the western heavens and a beautiful rainbow brightens forth. "Every dark cloud has a silver lining," Billy thinks, as he notices the rainbow. It cheered him up and he stuck his hands In his pocket and gave a loud whoop. "But this storm being over does not fix my plane," he said. He was due in New York in three hours a-s he left his camp where he was stationed in New Jersey at 1 o'clock that noon. He had important business papers for the government. The whoop Billy gave out brought a farmer to his rescue who had fled at the approaching storm. Billy, who was given to outburst when the occasion demanded it, reached out for the farmer's hand and hailed him as his deliverer. "Howdy," said the farmer, shaking his hands lose from Billy's tight clasp, "In trouble?" "Yep," said Billy, "and on' important business, too." "Can't I help?" inquired the fanner. "Sure," replied Billy. He pulled

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i he glances down once 'u tt,V . , Vi-li .. .a serves that the sea is face. "Gee!" said Billy, "wasted

ten gooci minutes, i nave to leave here in at least, fifteen minutes from now." Billy knew a new belt would be necessary, as his old one had snapped in two. But a new here where he was. Juat then, Farmer Brown, who had been examining the broken belt, said, "Say, young feller, what are the necessary repairs? Perhaps I can help you," at the same time producing a kit of repairs belonging to his threshing machine in a nearby field where he had been at work. Billy eagerly seized the tools and ideftly made the needed repairs. He was soon smiling once more. Billy gave the farmer's hand a farewell clasp, seated himself in his mended plane, and was soon sailing upward into t he 'smiling sky," as he called It. He arrived at the camp at Ihe exact time in New York. He delivered the papers, in no way harmed, for what appeared to him to be the worst catastrophe that could happen to a bird man in the government service By a Student in Morion High school.

The day had been a beautiful one. Clouds were beginning to gather in the golden west. But now the sky is getting darker. Clouds are gathering with a direful intent, against the brightness and the warmth of

; the summer afternoon. They are I black as ebony, and tit intervals

their thunder rolls distant along the dee) of the heavens. An airplane is seen in ihe distance. Piloting the airship is a young man of about twenty-three years. His name is Lieutenant William Stanton, but known as "Billy'' by his friends. As Billy looks carefully down he sees beneath him the sea stretching away towards an unseen boundary, blue "and calm, except where the passing anger of a shadow flits across its surface and is gone. The clouds within a little time have gathered over all the sky, hanging heavily, as if to drop in one unbroken mass upon the earth. The lightning flashes, quivers, disappears, then comes the thunder traveling slowly after. Billy notices that a strong wind lias sprung up to rebel against the

approaching storm-. It has begun to

rain, and, as more, lie ob

not as calm as if was. The foam breaks out in long.' white lines upon a broad expanse of blackness, boils up in far distant points like snowy mountain tops. Billy has a worried look on his face He is hot thinking of the coming storm, but of something of more importance to him. He leans over in his airship and listens. He listens again. He sees below him

the sea. Lightning is playing all

about him, but Billy has been in many other storms before when it was lightning worse than this. The worried look on his face is because he knows his airship is not hitting right. He discovered that the belt of his propeller is breaking in two. He knows he will descend. But where? He finds himself now slowly descending into the sea, he thinks. But he does not realize it has been quite a while since he last glanced down. Billy resolves to let Fate work things out. Looking down once more, ho sees not the angry sea, but a green plain and little hills of the country over which th giant of the storm is striding in robes of mist. He at once descends slowly, but surely, and alive. He steps out of tjie machine and sees it will take help to fix the belt of the propeller that has snapped in two. He is on important business and can't waste a second. He glances at bis watch and shakes i.:.. i i. ...... i,....,-

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to make it or not to do my duty, and not a soul in sight, and in

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A BIRD OF THE FAR NORTH The snowy owl, so called because of iis snow white- plumage, makes its home in the extreme north of both the old and new worlds. In November. 1838, a flock of these fine birds accompanied a ship sailing from Labrador until halfway across the Atlantic and a little while, afterward the flock arrived in the north of Iceland -