Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 92, Number 161, 8 July 1922 — Page 14

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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND SUNTELfcGRAM, SATURDAY, JULY 8, 1922 Stevie Runs Away

THE BACON-BAT

Do you over go on bacon-bats? Bacon-batting is one of the easiest

kinds of outdoor cooking. If you

want to go out in the woods for a

v-ijKhile and don't want to make a lot

of fu! afcQiit a meal, or if you are " in camp ana IT ein8 off some

"I'm not EOing m stand It any longer." Stevie throw down his

your Daskcts, and in a few minutes books with a bring. "I'm sick of

you have a meal, without any both-, having that teacher fu.-;s at me all;

er to speak of. day long. Everything 1 do is

A REFORMED PIRATE "Of all the pirates that used to

If you want coffee, you'll have to wronir. And then when I cot homo swagger around the towns of the

carry along a coffee pail. This canj i always get scolded for not doing1 West Indies, with their red sashes,

. place where you can't get back at meal-time, try green stick cooking.

That is what a bacon-bat Is.

Pack up your basket, putting in the bacon, of course, and the things that go with it. Don't for

get the matches, a knife, and

something to carry water In. If

you're not sure about the water

supply, the best thing is to havo

z a thermos-bottle full of water

along with you. You don't need a plate. You can use broad for that. Now when you're hungry, gather up plenty of dry sticks and branches to start your fire, and find a

long green stick with a forked end

be swung on a straight stick sup

ported by two forked sticks, one oa either side of the fire. The coffee will bo boiliDg while the bacon is

Of course, you Ouu need io

to bacon as the "centerpiece" of your meal. Wieners will do, or steak. These are especially good if you happen to have one of those wire grills which can stand over the coals to cook them on. With the bacon, a good menu is rolls, tomatoes, cheese, marmalade, olives, and some sort of fruit. None of these require any fixing. This

any better." I and high boots, ana silver rings

Stevie went to he cupboard and' dangling from their ears, Henry

found a niece of nie. left from din-: Morgan was tue nest known, Joe

house seemed

it without any luck, one of them who was shot with an arrow took It out, covered the end of it with cotton, and fired it through hi. musket, the thing got afire, of course, and lit on a thatched roof Inside the castle. The fire spread

ry!or legi'ns", wlien all of u fel- o tjie powder magazine, which ex-

. . ft- i o:.. 1. X A nlrti

COiil and gloomy, 'CIS 1U int ririiic oik nau kui iu-j

"I'm going to chuck it all and run Cither in our cave in Herb Woods I ioj

awo.v. .: aci;iared aloud. "I'm

old enough to get a job in the city. JfvC

Won't anybody miss me anyway.'' He went up to his room, threw some of his clothes into his father's old suitcase, took out of his bureau some money he had been saving

for a bicycle, and left the house.

His eyes shone as he thought of I back yard. He had promised, you i r 1,. ,. 4- i. . . : ,1 cnu t nu nnniA mnrp u 1 im i

menu Is also good with the frank furters. For a steak meal, brown bread,

celery, cottage cheese, sour pickles,

on which to stick the sliced bacon and peaches go well together,

firmly. Haul the things out of 1 (Copyright, 1932. Associated Kditors)

THE GRAND OLD DOGS

"Wouldn't you hate to be a traveler, lost in the snow on a night like this?" shivered Clyde. "You bet," agreed Mills. "I was Just reading about how in the old days travelers used to get lost In the Swiss Alps and the monks from the monastery of St. Bernard used to go out with their big St. Bernard dogs and find these lost wanderers and bring them in to the warm, safe monastery. The dogs would find the way." "I've heard a lot about those

dogs," said Clyde. "Wish we had one. It's a shame so many of them were killed off when they were used as Red Cross dogs in the war." Mills nodded. "People don't appreciate those fine dogs, and they idon't raise them so much any more,

because they aren't very popular as show-dogs. They're the biggest dogs in the world. For hundreds of years the monks bred them es

pecially for their intelligence, strength and working qualities." "Last summer," said Clyde, "I noticed a family down at the beach that had one to guard their children. The St. Bernards are great water dogs, you know. This old fellow was a regular nursemaid for those kids. He'd chase after them and run with them just like a regular human being." "They're brave dogs, too," added Mills, "but they're not fighters. I hope they don't disappear. I

guess those travelers in the snow

how fine it was to bo starting out

in the world for himself. He arrived in the city late in the evening. The noises and largeness of the big city bewildered him and he began to feel a little panicstricken. He asked the way to a cheap rooming house. It was an ugly, dirty room the crabbed landlady gave him. How . different from home! Stevie couldn't get to sleep that night. What would his mother do when she found him gone? He hadn't thought, when he went away, how she would feel. Before dawn Stevie was up and

walking about near the railroad

station. When the early train left in the direction of his town, Stevie was on it. All the way from the station to his house he dreaded facing his mother. He found the house dark and silent. Perhaps they were still out hunting him. Maybe his father had notified the police. Then he

heard a step on the front porch. The door opened. "Why, Stevie," said his mother. ''You poor boy. Have you been alone in the house all night? Didn't you see my note?" "What note?" asked the bewild ered boy. "Why, I left a note on your bureau telling you that your father

and I were going out to the Mc-

C'lusky wedding at Five Points and

would stay there for the night. I told you to go over to Aunt Mayi. Whatever did you think had be

come of us?"

ploded. Then the Spaniards had

surrender. After that they marched to Pan

ama, which they took, after twelve hours of steady fighting. They set to work to plunder the place, but Morgan began to have some trouble with his men aud he decided to pull out. He slipped away to the island of Jamaica. The governor there was afraid of Morgan, so he took him in. Morgan is Knighted "The King ot England had been hearing about Morgan, and he sent for the pirate and the governor of Jamaica to come to England to explain things. Morgan convinced Ihe king that now he was going to be a nice, respectable citizen, so the king made him Sir Henry Morgan and gave him a job as lieutenant-governor of Jamaica. He made a pretty good governor, too, and cleaned out the pirates around there. Having been one himself he knew how to get at them, I guess.

see, to tell us some more abou

the stories his Uncle Ned had picked up when he was traveling around those inlands of the Carrib bean Sea. "The way this Morgan happened to be a pirate was this. He was born in Wales, and when he was just a boy he was kidnapped in Bristol and shipped to Barbados, one of these islands I was telling you about. There he was bound and forced to work. As soon as ho

had served his time, he sailed to Jamaica, and joined the buccaneers. ' Morgan Becomes Chief "He didn't know what it meant

to be afraid of anything. So pretty soon he got to be a favorite among the pirates. First thing he knew, the pirate admiral there in Jamaica made him his vice-admiral, and when the admiral died Morgan was the chief of the band. "All Mia rntllouu fpllara In Ihnf

part of the country flocked to join' So Ul famous pirate died an him. About 1G70, when he pulled ! (n.ones, n,an- but l' bet someoff his big stunt, he had two thous- 'mes . ?s Jo wit Krin, "when and fighting men and 37 ships at'ne w'nd blowing in fresh Tortuga, which was the strong-! frm the- sea he wished a little ho hold of the pi.ates. was back Wl,h bis old bunch, run"Chief Morgan wasn't any rour-n'nK d.own a Spanish treasure ship, flusher of a pirate. He wasn't sat- j damping along the deck with hi.i isfied to pick up a ship here and Bword a-clinking and the jolly Rothere. He decided he had enough fger flapping above him." Al men to attack the rich city of Pan- j '""bs, Scribe of the Pirate Six.

ama. where most of the wealth of,

FANNY BURNEY LIKED WRITING NOVELS

the new world passed through. Attacks on Panama

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of the way before VhewuTd to Jf l"""

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storms on the mountains neveri glad I'm glad!" And his mother; was supposed to be so strong no

dreamed that some day we might j couldn't understand.

one could get in. After the pi rates j f-jj,'

inquired Susan ea-

! gerly, as she took a seat beside her

neglect those 'grand old dogs.'" i (nopvrieht Aasn-;ati iMii.irst i had made a struggle to overcome

THE DAYS OF REAL SPORT

By Briggs

"He fell in love with Caroline. Evelyn and she thought the liked him very much. He asked her to marry him, when all of a sudden a gust of wind blew his wig off "I can't go any further, Susan, It's so funny. Can't you just see him?" "So this is what you have been doing, is if, Fanny?" asked a stern but not unkindly voice. The girls both jumped, but Fanny was to late. Her mother had seen the pages of her story lying on the table. "You know your father wouldu't approve of your writing novels, my dear, so you'd better burn it up before he hears of it." Poor Fanney! to burn up her dear Lord Farrington and Caroline Evelyn would almost break her heart, but she knew she must do it. Several years later Fanny Burney (1752-1840) determined to write a novel and publish it anonymously. It was called "Evelina," and it made such a hit that all of London talked about the book and wondered who wrote it. When the secret came out, Fanney rose to prominence and her father was very proud of her Boys' and Girls' Newspaper.

"GLADLY" Little Ann was busily playin? house with a large brown Tedd bear whose low shoe-button eye were set at a distinctly cross-eyed angle. She did not even notice the minister who was calling on her mother until he asked her why she had named her bear "Gladly." "Why, from the hymn we sing at church," explained Ann, with a little toss of her head at the stupidity of grown people. "We have no hymn called 'Gladly.' " "Yes. there is; It tells about my bear 'Gladly, my cross I'd bear.' " Lone Scout.

Birch, Sign of Acceptance The Welsh girl formerly gave her lover a branch from the birch tree as a token that she had ac

cepted him.