Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 92, Number 90, 15 April 1922 — Page 14

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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY, APRIL 15, 1922

s Katheryn Writes of

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Fun in the Country

Willow Brook Farm', f Dear Aunt Polly: s ' u

You have so many letters from : the city boys and girls.. Would

you like one from the country?

The first six grades of my school '.life were spent In Baxter and the

rest of my class think it funny that

I prefer the country to the city.

.: Perhaps If I tell you why, you will

understand.

First, there Is my cow Nellie and her Holstein calf, Betty, who is so

tame she will eat out of my hand

and follows us everywhere: then

there are the dog Snookems, and

the cats, Buff and Tom.

It is coming Spring now and soon

the blossoms of the fruit trees will

make the air sweet with perfurt ind hundreds of downy chicks will

,be running riot everywhere, and over across the rippling brook the

mother turkey will be calling to

her babies, that look like little brown balls.. We call that place Turkeyville and down by the barn, where we keep the baby ducks, we call Duck-haven. By the side of the brook IS the strawberry patch, and just back of the farm is the riwr, w&ere we can fish or swim through the summer. Do you think you would like the country? If you do, come out and cat strawberries with me when they are ripe. Katheryn Chrisman, age 12 years, grade 8. , Dear Katheryn: Yes, indeed, I like very much to receive letters from boys and girls who live in the country. I would like to be out with you this very

minute, seeing Nellie and Snook

ems, and all the rest of them. And I just LOVE strawberries ! Aunt Polly.'

J A Frances Trelgo MoNTGOMtRy

It was a finer performance than gently on the leg, Billy lifted up

those usually - seen in traveling

shows. Bobby had taught all these pets of his Just for his own amusement and they seemed to enjoy it just as much as he did, and after each one had done his, part, Bobby always had some little delicacy for him; a lump of sugar for the pony, little pieces of meat for the dogs, some special seed for the pigeons, and he had a pat on the head and a loving word for all of them.

"All over!" he cried at last, and the patient animals ran scampering

from their boxes. . "Now, Billy

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his hoof and laid it in Bobby's

hand to be shaken. , "Good boy!" said Bobby, patting himand, l eaching in his pocket, he drew out some nice, tender lettuce leaves which he found Billy liked better than, anything else. That was all for that morning. The next morning, Bobby only had to say "Shake hands!' twice until Billy lifted up his hoof, and before that lesson was over he only

needed the words and did not even

need to be tapped on the leg. For two or three days longer that wa3 all the leson he got, because it does

not do to try to teach animals too

many tricks at once. It only confuses them, but Billy, once started, was very quick to learn. Soon he could do as many trioks as the best of them, and had his box right alongside his friend Dandy's. Some of the tricks that he had learned were brand new ones. They had never been seen in a show or anywhere else, and how Billy did like the work! Plow he did like Bobby and all his animal friends, and how he did like this ' peaceful, happy place!

Next installment will tell you about two old , friends of Billy's, who,bob up again. Copyrighted by the Saalfield Publishing Co., Akron, O.

How Speech Grew In Old Phoenicia We are now talking about the people In old Phonicia, who lived between - the mountains called Lebanon, and the eastern end of the Mediterranean sea. w These people were very adventurous. They went sailing around the sea, and the people from the mountains brought wax, honey, gold, silver and cinnabar to exchange for dyes. - The leader of this people was called Strong Arm. He lead them over the sea. He found a little fish which produces a very beautiful dye. This ilye was called the Tyrian dye, and it has never been equalled in beauty. These people traded with other lands, where- they often stole the inhabitants and sold them as slaves. Wilma Morgan, grade 7A,

Garfield school. Ed. Note: This is the fifth of a series of little stories about the earliest peoples that we know lived In the world.

Mischief," said Bobby, turning to our friend, the goat, "come on, and we'll learn a stunt or two ourselves."

Billy came willing enough when

his name was called and

Bobby patted his hands on the boards, Billy Jumped upon the platform.

SOLD KIPLING'S LETTERS

Rudyarad Kipling once became very angry because one of the trees in front of his house was in-

wftenijured by a careless bus driver.

tie wrote me man a leuer oi complaint, demanding satisfaction. The driver, it happened, also

An Unusual Bird ;is 4Seen in j Richmond - ... - ... . , ,

Perched on the roof of a-house on South Ninth street, and looking very much as if it . were saying, "Well, I do declare, I've lost -my way; now, how can I tell in what direction I should fly?" a large bird attracted a large group of people, Friday afternoon, April 7. Although the people looked up at it long and closely to try to find out just what kind of bird it was, the bird itself did not seem at all concerned about his spectators for whom he was forming the whole show. All that seemed to matter to him was that he was

lost and didn't know which way to start to try to get on the right path. People finally decided it was an American bittern, a bird family of the same order as the stork. This bird is about 28 inches long, with a rather brown body and a slate colored head. This bird can stand motionless for a long time, so long, in fact, that people watching them, get tired waiting for them to move. ; The strangest thing about this

bird is the noise it makes, a booming sound. Sometimes, we are told, this sound is like the working of an old fashioned wooden pump, and sometimes like the driving of a stake in a bog.

, , The Yellow Queen CHAPTER I. In the city of New Orleans there

lived 4 feirl named Jane Canibroy. Her father owned a, great oil field in Nevada, whicli were called "The Yellow Queen." A young man once came to the Yellow Queen to apply for work as range rider. The father took him, in on a certain condition: that ha never tell the secrets of the Yellow Queen, and that he never tell how much land he must take care of. He promised, by signing a paper. The mother and daughter Jane came to Silver Lake City. They stopped at the hotel. A telegram came in that night to send Jane to the Yellow Queen with $5,000 because her father had been robbed and needed the money. Jane started that night on the 9:45 limited. She came in at Elkhorn City, five miles from the Yellow Queen. She got the stage for her father's ranch. The stage was held up by a masked man. He took Jane to a shack, but he did not know it was on the Yellow Queen ranch. , (To be Continued: See Jane's Fate, in next week's issue). Virginia Rogers, grade 7A, Garfield J. H. S. . .

A Sorry Tale Loafers, sleepers, Flunkers, weepers.

Story of a Little Richmond Girl, the City Library, and a New Dress

"Shake hands." said Bobby. owned ? innA an? e,n he re' Of mnrsp Riiiv Hid f bn ' ceived the letter, in Kipling's own

what this meant, but Bobby caught handwriting, he sold it for a large

hold of one of his fore feet and

sum to one of the guests. Not

lifted it up, shaking it gently, then hearing from the driver, Kipling he set it down and patted Billy on ote a second and longer letter the flanks. "Shake hands," he Tnis ,the man likewise sold for an said again, and this time he tapped even larger sumBilly on the leg. Still Billy did not1 A- few days later Kipling called

on tne man to see wny he had re

ceived no reply to his letters.

Would you like to hear a story about a little girl who became the possessor of a pretty new pink dress for just one day? This is the way it happened: Not so very many years ago a little girl lived next to the library, the Morrisson-Reeves lbrary, on North Sixth street, who liked very

much to play around the interest-

little girl was delighted and wanted to put it on right away. As they were going away that afternoon, the mother allowed her to dress up in her new dress. The little girl was so pleased! The she

wan out doors to play.

She always liked to walk on the stone coping which formed the base of the iron fence, so she ran

to it, and began walking on it as

know what to do, so Bobby once more picked up his foot and shook it, then patted, him on the shoulder. A dozen time3 Bobby patiently did this, until at last when he said, "Shake hands!" and tapped Billy

to the library was above the street with high steps leading up to it and an iron fence all around the front of it. Now-this little girl had a green

"Why." said the man. "I was hoD-! dress for her best "dress up dress

Ing you'd write me some more. I ' until one afternoon her mother f6und it paid much better than bus I showed her a lovely new pink driving." I dress she had made for her. The

ing building. At that time the door i usu nQt noticing that the fence

JUST KIDS

By Ad Carter

VACATION AT SNOW LODGE " Once upon a time there was a little boy and girl, whose names wereFreddie and Flossie. It was gettting near to Christmas, and a man came to their house. The man told their father that the whole family could spend a vacation at Snow Lodge. This place . is called Snow lodge hpca""" there is lots of snow there. He gave their father the keys and said that they could stay as long as they wanted to. They all went

in a big sled. . They also fcad a cat and a dog, whose names were Snap and Snoop. They stayed there two weeks and had a nice time. Rietta Hirschfield, grade 5, St. John's Bchool.

RIDDLES

1. What is that wWh works when it plays and plays when it works? 2. Why is the 12:50 train the hardest to catch?

3. Ten men's length, 10 men's strength. 10 men can't tear it: a

little boy walks off with it? 4. What can pass before the sun without making a shadow? . 5. Why are chicken's necks like door bells? 6. Why is an oak tree like a tight shoe? By Mabel Brooks, 6A grade, Starr school.

Answers to these riddles are to be found in another place in this week'B Junior.

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looked more shiny and black than it had before. It was fun Walking

on the stone,- holding on tight to the iron fence, so that she would not slip off onto the sidewalk BUT, when she got to the end of her walk, she realized her hands felt sticky, and she looked at them and then down at her dress. The sight she saw was terrible to her eyes! Her new pink dress was covered

with great streaks t and splotches of black paint for'the fence had Just been painted. What should she do? She ran down into the basement of the library, where the newspapers were stacked to be filed. In a hurry -she rubbed her hands over the papers, then taking some, she rubbed them over her dress, trying to get the black off, but it was on to stay. Slowly she went home and showed her mother her sorry plight. After that the pink dress could never be worn, and the green dress was brought out again and was the "best dress" for that season.

The little girl whose new pink dress had such a pathetic existence, has since then had a great deal to do with the library and has spent much time and thought in helping to make our city library the center of interest and helpfulness it should be in the community. Probably you wouldn't guess the name of this little -girl it was then Ada Stubbs, and she grew up to be Mrs. Ada Bernhardt, who has been librarian for some years in our city library.

PUZZLES

1. The letters of the name of a certain story have each been given a number. Letters numbered 1, 2, 3, 8, spell something that we see in the park. 7, 6, 13, spell to travel at a fast gait. 5, 4, 9, 11, is a part of a kind of boat. 10, 12, , 14, spells affected with grief. 2. My first is in hear, but not in see; My next is in glad, but not in glee; My third is in flight, but not in flee; My last is in her, but not in she; . With none of my whole, how queer we'd be! 3. In the following sentence are two Alaskan cities, one of them spelled backwards: "Put them on the table, take off your wrans. and

sit Katie down close to the baseburner." -

Solutions to these will be found

in another part of the Junior.

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