Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 92, Number 120, 20 May 1922 — Page 9

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY, MAY 20, 1922

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THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM! Tap! Tap! Tap!

The Junior Palladium Is the children's section of the Richmond Palladium, founded May 6, 1916, and Issued each Saturday afternoon. All boys and girls are invited to be reporters and contributors. News Items, rocial events, "want" advertisements, storle3, local, jokes and original poems are acceptable and will be published. Articles should be written plainly arid on one side of the paper, with the author's name and ape signed. Aunt Polly Is always glad to meet the children personally as they bring their articles to The Palladium office, or to receive letters addressed tothe Junior Kditor. This is your little newspaper, and we hope each boy and girl will uso Jt thoroughly. ,

AUNT POLLY'S LETTER

How do you do, Junior friends: In a book lately published the

writer, Mr. Hendrik Van Loon (a truly Dutch name) tells about a trip

he made when he was about twelve years old, with his uncle to the top of an old tower, the tower of old St. Lawrence In Rotterdam, Holland. When he came to the belfry, the part of the toweT where the bells lived, he tells a little about them. He speaks of the "nice little bells and their terrible sisters." The big ones must have looked very solmn to him and indeed they had more serious duties to perform. The big bell in the center was rung for fire or flood, and one big black bell was rung when someone in the city died. The merry little fellows he tells us, played lively tunes twice a week to please their hearers. For 600 years these bells had told the story of the city's happenings from their high belfry tower. Have you ever thought about how important bells can be to people, how many years they have been in use! and how many interesting stories are told about them? It Is an interesting thing to do, to figure up the different kinds of bells we have, and see how tach has its own message to give. There are the chiming bells that just sing and church bells and fire bells, cowbells and dinner bells, and many other kinds. Just last week we saw an old iron bell, just a small hand bell, which the Germans had used during the war to warn their soldiers of a gas attack. What an important place that bell had to fill! Bells in many cities especially in England and Europe, seem like old acquaintances to the people who hear them each day or at different times during each year. Some bells have been called Great Peter, Old Kate, Big Tom and one bell at Ghent tells us "My name Is Roland. When I ring there is victory." An old bell at Oxford named Tom had the) Inscription on it: "For Thomas' sake I cry Bim Bom and no mistake." This bell was recast and the old words covered up but every evening at five minutes past nine o'clock since May 29, 1694, this newer bell has cried, "Bim Bom" 101 times, for there were just 101 original foundation scholars. In Holland, bells ring much more often and little carols are played each day which the people like very much to hear as they go to their - work or play. In summer time at Mechlin, before the war, the noted Josef Denyn gave beautiful concerts with the bells' each week. The last concert given was in August, 1914, vrhen he played all the national anthems of the allies. Wei are told that the history of bells is very, very old; that they

were made long before foundries were thought of. Some bells have been known for their huge size and some for their splendid tone and again, very delicate music. Schiller, Longfellow and other poets have written about bells. You probably all know too, don't you, the story of Thei Bell of Atri, which poeple in that little village rang whenever they felt they had not been justly treated, and how one day a poor neglected horse rang it? So we see that bells like many other things which we perhaps have thought were just ordinary and necessary things, have many old and strange stories connected with them. Let us look around for the interesting stories we can find out about the little everyday things we see all the time around us and let us not look over them searching In the far distance for a new and faraway island where there may or may not be "a king's castle." AUNT POLLY.

Little Marjorie and Her Friend, the Great Story Writer, Walter Scott

' One November afternoon , long

ago, in the year 1810, when a rough

sleet storm was rasing in &ain-

burgh, the strong, robust Scott

Sir Walter himself stopped be

fore his own door, "Castle Street,

No. 39."

"How It raves and drifts!" he muttered, as the snow beat against

his face.

Going straight to his den, he sat down in a large green chair before a table, as if to write on Waverley

the Ions story whicti ne was

writiner. for. as we all know, Sir

Walter wrote books books which

we like very much to read.

But on this day he did not want

to write. He sat frowning on the box which held his writing things. We are told this was a very handsome box, richly carved and lined

with crimson velvet, in it were ink bottles, taper stand and other

things needed when writing, au made of silver. Getting up from his table, Scott said, "I can make nothing of Waverley today. I'll awa' (Scotch for away') to Marjorie. Come wi' me, Maida, you thief! (this last to his great dog)." Marjorie was a little girl seven years old and her last name was Fleming. She was a great friend

of Sir Walter and, as old stories

tell us, was an unusual child for her age. She had read a great

many books, much of Shakespeare and the Bible. Many parts of

these she knew by heart and often recited long poems. Besides this, she liked very much to write poems, and to write in her diary, or, as she called it, her journal. When he arrived at Marjorie's house, he shouted. "Marjorie! Marjorie! Where are ye, my bonnie wee, croodlin' doo?" In a minute a bright eager child of seven had rushed into Scott's outstretched arms, delighted to see her big friend. At first, Mrs. Keith, with whom Marjorie lived, objected, but Scott

showed her the large shepherd's plaid he had brought with him, a woolen scarf which was of two wide pieces sewed together so as to make a sort of little bag in which shepherds carried the youngest lambs. Into this Marjorie snuggled and Scott carried her back to his home, with Maida jumping and running by his side. Then, for several hours the two would have great fun together (for these visits were many) before the cheery fire' in Scott's den, telling each other stories and reciting story poems.

One of the little verses Marjorie taught him on one of these happy

visits, she saying it first, and Sir

Walter saying it after her is the

following little nonsense rhyme

(for Marjorie liked simple little rhymes, too, as well as plays by

Shakespeare) : "Wonery, twoery, tlckery, seven; Alibi, crackaby, ten and eleven; Pin, pan, musky Dan; Tweedle-um, twoddle-um. Twenty-wan; eerie, orle, ourle. You are out." So, we learn that the merry

hearted grown-up, Scott, who wrote

such interesting stories about cas

tles, and ladies and knights, and

tourneys, liked very much to romp with his little Pet Marjorie, as people often speak of her.

, Once there was a little girl and a boy. Their names were Mary and John. Their fattier was dead, so their mother had to make their

living. She was a wash woman

She had to leave her home every

duy.

One day she was gone when they

came from school. . The door was

locked. Then went to the back

door and to the front door. Mary

saw a piece of paper under the front door, so she got it and be

gan to read it. The paper said, "Your dinner is in the ice box, and the key is under the tub." John got the key and opened the door. The table was set, so they looked into the ice box and there was their dinner! They heard something go tap! tap! tap! John went to the door; there was no one at the door. He, went back and began to eat. Again they heard it, tap! tap! tap! Soon they began to look, and behind the door they saw a cat! Dorothy Mae Webb, 6A grade, Whitewater school.

Queer Subtraction Boy: "Father isn't wholesome a funny word?" Father: "Why, son?" Boy: "Because you can take the whole away and still have some left."

PUZZLES w RIDDLES

Picture Puzzle dumber 1:

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Picture Puzzle Number 2:

What Tfiree Books of the Bible arelese? 7-' JS) I Louis i.carles iV t'tj f Henry x. vvvr

The solution for these puzzles appears in another place in this week's

issue of the Junior Palladium.

Finally a Way is Found to Keep Johnn at Work in the Garden on Saturday

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MOORE FOURTH BEATS FIFTH IN B. B.

GAME

Joseph Moore's fourth grade beat the fifth grade team to the tune of 8 to 4 last week. Sherman Richardson captains the fifth grade team, and Erman Phillips, the fourth grade. Other players on the team (which is not a complete team) are, Itoyal Harris, c; Robert Robbins, p.; Erman Phillips, lb.; Edgar Bru.sher, s.s.; Garnet Mitchell, l.f.; Holland Rozell, c.f.; Arnold Tull, r.f. The sixth grade also has a team, the captain of which is Stanley White. i

STORY OF SPEECH Greek Gods The Greeks were a religious people. They had a god for every

thing in nature: every brook, mountain, and tree was the home of a god or a goddess. There was a god for the sea, the earth, the sun, the harvest and of love and knowledge. Zeus was father of the gods. Juno was queen of Olympus. Athene was goddess of wisdom. The Greeks believed that when anyone died, the person would go to Hades and be a shadow. If you were good you could go to a lovely field where the climate was never too hot or too cold.

If you were bad you should have to stay in Hades until Pluto, god of the underworld, said you might enter. Pluto also had control of the jewels and precious stones in the earth. Wiltna Morgan, grade 7A, Garfield school.

"Y" Newsettes

The Sunday School track meet which was announced for May 30, has been postponed. Although the

definite date has not yet been decided upon, Perry A. Wilson, who

is in charge of the meet, said he thought it would come off the first week in June. About sixty boys from all the nublie grade schools and from Dennis and Garfield Junior High schools were members of the special swimming classes conducted this week at the Y. M. C. A. under the direction of Georgell. Corsan.

Any boy in the city over 11 years old, was eligible to become a member of these classes.

ANSWERS to RIDDLES 1. "Annie Laurie" ; "Beautiful Ohio." 2. Numbers, First Kings, Mark.

Women sailors are numerous

among the Finns and Norwegians.!

Guess What! , What grows in summer on a bush and you have fun with in the winter? Ans.: Snowballs. (Ethel Cox, 7A grade, Garfield school.

KINDERGARTEN CHILDREN VISIT GLEN MILLER PARK The kindergarten children of Starr school went to the park Monday morning. They had a very interesting time watching the animals, birds and flowers. Loretta Kittle, reporter for Starr school.

Why Do Aspens Tremble? The long, slender stalks caus the leaves to be thrown into slight motion at the least breath of air.