Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 92, Number 144, 17 June 1922 — Page 15

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND SUN-TELEGRAM, SATURDAY, JUNE 17, 1922

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THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM

The Junior Palladium Is the children's section of the Richmond Palladium, founded May 6. 1916, and Issued each Sacurday afternoon. All i.oys and girls aro Invited to be reporters and contributors. Kews Items, Mi'lal events, "want" advertisements, storle3, local, jokes and original p-"nis are acceptable an-1 will be published. Articles should be written ph-.lnly and on one side of the paper, with tho author's name and age lulled. Aunt Polly is always srlad to meet the children personally as they : .'ntj their articles to The Palladium office, or to receive letters addressed .he Junior Kditor. This Is your little newspaper, and wo hope each boy o.d girl will usi) It thoroughly.

AUNT POLLY'S LETTER

Happy vacation to all of you, junior friends! Isn't It fun to go on a journey! What a hustle and bustle there is at the last, a scurrying around to get some last necessary thing. - ' '-,Aiid then the Fuit-cases to pack, or the trunk. Maybe you can t cfl.ee but if you are like a great many travelers you can close them . iicut Bitting down on the top of it, perhaps not get everything u . Wht dowri) and tnen puiijng an(j calling someone else to help w,, ,a d pcrnaps after all nigging and pushing -perspiring all the. u ... . After y0l, (lo find vou can onlv ALMOST close it, but not entirely. J .

this a second time, you give up in despair, take everything out a"., and either pack a separate box to send by parcel post or put away ' regretfully in the closet something you thought, you would like to take. 15ut that is all really just part of the fun of going on a journey. Then we finally start off amidst laughing good-byea, and, probably, some last minute warnings about "being careful" and "being a good boy" or "a good girl.", We probably say "yes" to everything without knowing half of what we have promised, having never meant to say for one moment that we really wouldn't go in wading in a nice hallow place if our cousins did. even if uncle Jack or aunt Alice wasn't 'with us or that we really wouldn't eat green apples if we found there was a nice big tree full of them in grandpa's orchard and we could beg a handful of salt from grandma. So many people nowadays travel by automobile and that Is a very interesting way to travel as we are much more likely to become ac--ruainted with the countryside that way than if we scurried through i n rniirmwi punch, although on a railroad journey we may see and

' teet some very interesting people. Especially do we learn about the surrounding country if the engine should happen to get "jumpy" or a ' loud report announce a blow-out. Probably then we shall hunt up the nearest ice cream store and spend the time profitably disposing of an !;n cream com?. . . So there are many of us now, planning to go on a journey, perhaps ".rubor far away 'below another sky" seeing strange sights in new district:', o'- to some old familiar place where we always enjoy going. We all of us probably say at sometime or other wilh Stevenson:

with the loops and ends falling

the brim to form

down over

streams. Before putting on the ribbon, however, you should coat the hat with liquid varnish, as chek or crystaline, if you wish to be sure that your hat will last a long time. However, this is not necessary, for if you have drawn the crepe paper on snugly and sewed it firmly, you will find that your paper hat is far from being as fragile as it looks. Color Combinations The hat from which the illustra

tion was made Is of white crepe paper with French blue ribbon and stitching to match. It would also be very pretty made up in apricotcolored crepe stitched in brown, or made in two shades of brown. Peggy, who lives next door and often comes in to watch me make hats, has the prettiest yellow gingham dress trimmed in white organdy. The other day she surprised me by coming over with a noke-shaped hat of white trimmed in-ycuoT, tfe.she had made up' by. herself. Witii Sr yellow hair,

and that yellow and white she looked just like a daisy that had come to life and stepped out to the meadow.

PICTURE PUZZLE for JUNIORS

Answer to thi3 appears in another place In this week's Junior.

ACmill Prnrliov I "but I'll do what I can. Take thi.i Oman nuuigy (ring. It gives you the power to A little girl 'n0 waa nine year3j change yourself into any shape, . . ... but only while you are In this forold, was writing j a composition egt A you need do ,g make your about Lincoln, and this is part of wlsh and rub the ri acrosg your what she wrote: "Abraham Lln-. front t th

coin was born Feb. 12. 1809 in a

log cabin that he built himself."

A graceful broad - brimmed "picture" hat to match your orKandy dress will be added to the collect ion In your Faper-Mat-liox, if you follow next week's directions for paper hat making.

(CopyriKht 1922 Associated Editors)

Airy thanked him and then went on her way. She had not gono far, when, looking back she saw the old witch comins on the magic horse. Quickly she rubbed tho ring across her front teeth wishing she was an oak tree, and instantly she found herself in that shape. " ttr raacA unlai Ye

?ne or ner Drancnes

Bells Greet Newcomer

time an Immense bell named

n.TrviTr. -"toeg. sent from I

bougnDorougn 10 ixuum. s.. . traction engine. This bell, wu. l weighed 16 tons was so heavy thati

bridges and roads were examined (ro

.. .. i j - j j

before tne trip was maae to see n fau rjght in froflt in n't a-"11 they would stand the weight. ho stumbled over it and reh, "dWhen, in the early morning of; th0 witch rolled off into a ditch"

May 22, 1882, it reached London,

the older London bells rang out a greeting.

"I should like to rise and go Where the golden apples grow: Where below another sky Parrot islands anchored lie " Some of vou will really go traveling this summer, and if you

a: (I would like to write us a little letter about jour trip, we should be :r!:i(l to receive it.

Many of us will go traveling in our imagination- !;!; " - and that is fun too as the old verse has it

TALE of a RUNAWAY FAIRY By JULIA R. BURR ' Airy and Fishhook Nose could restore her. So she decided

Once upon a time there dwelt in wou'd ry to find a way out

nig

"How many miles to Babylon? Three score ar.d ten. Can we get there by candlelight? Yes and back again." il is fun tP go traveling that many of us would probably think like Mrrifaziiil he wrote in a little essay "I should on this d(?cC'ni like well enough to spend the whole of my life in travelling abroad? It I .could an where borrow another life to spend afterwards at home!" ' Good-bye and to all who go visiting, really truly or in your minds.

a good journey to you! AUNT POLLY.

CREPE PAPER MILLINERY

By FLORENCE WINE Most any girl looks nice in a poke bonnet, especially when sho wears it with one of those quaint, frilly summer dresses, or a pretty bright gingham. A bonnet of crepe paper is simple to mako and there are so many colors that it can be worked out in. For a foundation, get a buckram shape in poke style. Or you might have about the house an old buck-

A pretty finish may be made for this hat by sewing around the edge of the brim with a heavy silk thread in the Bhade you wish to trim the hat. A blanket stitch may be used. To make the crown, cut strips two inches wide and fold In the center. In order to cut the strips straight, use the edge of the folder for a guide and cut through the whole fold at once.

ram frame that can be trimmed to the shape shown in the Illustration. Besides the frame, you need one fold of crepe paper and three alid a half yards of picot ribbon. Making the Brim Cut a strip of crepe paper the length of the outer edge of the brim, allowing enough to turn under. Fold this piece through the i nter, as in figure 1, and, start,ng at the back of the frame, .1 retch it over and under the brim, bringing the edges to the inside edge of the brim. Sew these edges i in firmly (see figure 2). I

Starting at the bottom of the crown and allowing each fold to overlap the preceding one, sew the strips with a long darning stitch to the buckram shape, exactly as

shown in figure 3. Use the same thread as used in decorating the edge of the brim. In order to splice a strip, slip one fold Inside of the other. Having finished the brim and the crown, stitch them firmly together with a heavy thread. The place where Jbey are joined together Is covered by the picot ribbon, which is looped up Into a bow la the, -back.

the Land of Happiness, a lit tl

fairy whose name was Airy. She was so named, because, like air she was invisible, but one was always aware of her presence. She was usually a very good little fairy, but sometimes she was like little

children are very disobedient

. i Now just, outside of the Land of

" I Happiness was a groat woods,

which looked so beautiful and cool and nice to Airy. But Airy's queen had warned her not to go near it, because it was there that Fishhook Nose, a very wicked witch lived. But the temptation was strong, and beside Airy argued with herself that it really would not hurt just to go there for a minute or two. - The woods were so charming, that at last she could not resist it any longer, and so stepped over the border that separated her land from the forest. The air was so delightful and everything so balmy,

l tl'"t she stretched out under one of

the big lwe.s, find fancied now nice It must bo to Tfve IheTC always. But the place h?d such an effect upon her that she was soon fast

asleep. Her peaceful slumber did not last long, however, for sho was awakened by loud shrill cries. At her side she beheld a short, stout, and ugly old woman, and knew her to be the dreaded old

witch. Airy was very much fright

ened, and started to fly away, but she felt herself quickly drawn back to the ground. "Ah!" cried the old witch, as she rubbed her dried up old hands to

gether. "You'll not escape me. Too long have I eagerly waited for this chance. No longer shall you serve a lovely fairy queen, but instead you will bo witch's slave. See, you are no longer a fairy even, but a mortal." In astonishment A'ry surveyed herself, and indeed she was no

longer a fairy. The witch broke into a laugh, that sounded very coarse to Airy.

"Yes, ye're all changed," she

said, "but there is yet another

task to be done. You'll not need your pretty clothes anymore, so just hop into these nice rags." Airy knew better' than to resist, so she slipped out of the beautiful, dainty fairy lothes into the dirty, musty rags. She was then driven to the old witch's tumble-down hut. For a whole year Airy slaved for Fishhook Nose, scarcely ever get-

fting enough to eat and always re

ceiving a daily beating. She soon grew rebellious, and finally plann

ed an escape. So one morning before the sun was up. she slipped out of bed and made a strong concoction of different herbs and then she drugged the still sleeping witch.. Now the next thing to do was to decide where she should go. It was impossible to go back to her queen, because she was not a mortal, and once that she was in that shape, not even fairy power

of the woods, and therefore plung

ed deeper into the forest growth. All day she walked, and when night came on she dared not stop, for by morning the old witch would awaken from the spell and pursue

her on the magic horse, Yipic. At daybreak she met an elfkin and to him told her troubles and begged help of him.

several feet away. Airy then

changed herself into a bird and flew away. In the early part of the afternoon she came to the end of the dark and gloomy forest. Outside was sunshine, pretty flowers, and green

grass. The very sight of this new

world made Airy very, very happy. She changed herself back to a mortal and made a bed of leaves out on the ground in the bright sunshine. Then she lay down, and

yioon fell into a peaceful slumber.

(To be continued)

THE THOUGHT OF A POET Of the birch bark . canoe, John Burroughs has said: "The design of a savage, it yet looks like tho thought of a poet and its grace and

"I can't do much," said the elfkin, i fitness haunt the imagination.

MihVospMhOiMteji

O?E07tu HICMOLSOt

7r to Jai tin

Editor's Note Mertditk Nicholson. Ik famed Hoosier author, hat written the following in support of the campaign soon to be made in Indiana to complete the raising of a t',tx,ooo building fund for the erection of the James U'hitcomb Riley Hospital for Children, to be built in IndianapoHs because of the central location of this city.

"fj H.S" last vear. when it was mv privilege frequently

'to drive in the country roundabout Indianapolis with

James Whitcomb Kiley, he would otten ne snent ror a iime Then, in a wav wholly characteristic, he would

lay his hand on my knee and say, very gently ana simpiy . "What a fine old world thi is, and what a left of good kind people there are in it!" To those of us who knew Riley the man, there is a special fitness in the idea of making his memorial a hospital for children. This, we may be sure, would be particularly pleasing to him. He knew children at it is Ui8 fortune of few to 'know them. His poems of and for children have carried delight to thousands of homes throughout the English-speaking world. He was fortunate in being able to live over again to the end of his days his own childhood in the small town where he was born. The freshness of those impressions gives a peculiar charm and vitality to his songs of childhood. Suffering of all kinds distressed and grieved him. It was the honest desire of his kind and generous heart that every child should be well and happy. The sight of a crippled child never failed to awaken his sympathy. No other American poet ever touched so many lives with hope and faith and a buoyant confidence in a brighter tomorrow as Riley. The James Whitcomb Riley Hospital for Children will be a testimony to the gospel he preached, through so many years, of cheer and helpfulness. It was his way to be kind I Though it will stand upon his own Hoosier soil, the hospital for children will be, in the truest sense, a nation's tribute to Ins genius and his love of humanity. It is to be hoped that all the children in America and they are legion who have heard "Little Orphant Annie" read in the twilight hour, will add their pennies to the fund that will assure care and comfort to the sick children of the state that Riley sang into fame. " - 4

I'm thist little crippled boy?Sn' never goin' to grow An' it a t I'if man at all! 'rauae Aunty told me to.

'from "The Manor lMit Cnppte" br Janita WKitcoanb Riktr. tuyrniW MM

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