Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 92, Number 221, 16 September 1922 — Page 15

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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND SUN-TELEGRAM, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 16, 1922 TAGS THREH

THE JUNIOR PALLADIUM

The Junior Palladium Is the children's section of the Hlchmond Palladium, founded May 6, 1916, and Issued each Saturday afternoon. All Ley? aii'l Kirls are invited to be reporters and contributors. News Items, ltdcial evil's, "want" advertisements, stories, local, jokes and original poems are ftceepul11 9nd w'111 be published. Articles should be written plainly and on ono'slda 2l PPer, with the author's name and aRO elgned. Aunt Polly Is always glau I? W- the children personally as they l.rln their articles to The Palladium on;::: of to receiva letters addressed to the Junior Editor. This Is your little ne'wSpai)Ur, "d we hP tac" boy and girl will use it thoroughly. - ,

AUNT POLLY'S LETTER

Dear Junior Friends: A few days ago I was reading an old Indian legend and I will tell part of it to you: The son of a "chief, a fine young man, and another young man in the village "who was neither strong, handsome, nor clever at any kind of work" married sisters and the young man showed himself kind when opportunity came, to the chief's eon who decided to repay him. One day the young chief asked his brother-in-law if he would like to be a swift runner. "Truly, I would," replied the other. "Then go and gather some feathers and let them blow when the wind is high and chase them. You will soon be able to outstrip the wind, and when the art comes it will never depart from you." The young man did this, and became so swift that no man or beast could escape him. In the same way the chief's son taught him quickness of sight by getting him to practise holding a roll of moose's hairs firmly between his thumb and finger, letting them loose In a high wind and watching them as they were blown about and away. Do we wish to have certain powers and certain abilities? Would we like our senses of seeing, hearing, smelling, touching, to be finer and stronger and clearer? If we do, we can do a great deal toward making them so. How? By clearly knowing what ability we wish to improve, and steadily practising to improve it. One evening not long ago, a group of people was sitting on the steps of a little house in the country, not close to any other house and listening to the sounds of the night birds and insects. The owl, the katy-dids, were easily named; then, someone, who is a great watcher of birds, said: "There's a killdetr." Several could not hear it. "What does it sound like?" they asked. "A little low whistle call," she answered.

Several, however, did not hear it, at all. How can we train ourselves to hear more closely? By consciously listening whenever we get a chance and by trying to distinguish one sound from another and keeping on trying, and we will find that our tense of hearing will become more acute. The Indian watched the wolf and learned craftiness, and the eagle and hawk and learned courage and dash, and we, if we know what we wish to develop and keep trying and practising, can greatly increase our abilities. Little by little we can accomplish it. "By single bricks men build a wall," a little verse that I've read, tells us. When you go with a group of your friends into the country or the woods, who by his keen sense of smell first announces the nearness of a clover field, of a patch of mint or honey suckle or a camp-fire? How much more quickly one notices the quail, or the dove, than another! We too, would be quick, wouldn't we? And by trying, we CAN be. 'it i r.a a little' eirL said in a story, that if she "practised hard,"

then some day she would "make the pretty music sound," and then, instead of ' practise," she'd call it ' play.' Character, too, is built thatway. Knowing and believing in honesty courage, sincerity, strength and uprightness and each day trying to make our thoughts and words and actions express what we believe. So, let us take for our motto, too, that of a local organization, "Wo Build." Your Junior Friend. AUNT POLLY.

Reform of the Vindex

The Vindex had seen Its best or, rather, Its worst days. When the Park Commission bought itt, It was no use for sea-going any more and the old boat was prepared to spend the rest of Its life rotting away. It lay there tn the sunshine with the waves tumbling against it and felt very sad and lonely. "I wish i h.ad a chance to do things over agaiii,-" "-'.faed the boat. "I'd be very different, I'S. ?r$i Put lt8 too late now to make good.

"I got a wrong start when I was young," mused the boat, "and then never got back on my feet again. First, I smuggled in slaves. I'll always regret that. And then I was a kind of pirate ship for a while down there In the West Indies. It Is a wonder I wasn't

should find out that you spent the afternoon begging!" The twins

looked crestfallen. Then Mr. Winston spoke. "I guess you'd better admit the Joke's on you, my dear," he said. "Suppose we let Jocko pay his board and room. Looks like that Is enough to keep him here for some time." (Copyright, 1922, Associated Editors)

The Short Story, Jr.

c"fat COT- UP PUP

vvbot Happens Next ? Your Sa55prsW.il Tell 1 , s$L

sunk then. 'I had a good many narrow escapes. "And I smuggled opium and I

made all kinds of secret trips to I get by customs officers. Niglft

after night I've stolen up to some

rocky shore, all lights out, and

stolen as silently away again. "Then I sunk to being a low

down tramp steamer. Seemed as if I couldn't get anything respectable

to do any more. My chance was gone. I was too old. And here I

lie. No use any more. And such a life! "Such a record!" the old boat rode restlessly at its moorings. And as it lay there in the sunshine a couple of strange men came aboard. "Yes," said one, "it's just the thing. Looks queer and interesting. I bet it's had quite a history. We'll fix it up and fasten it securely to the shore and it'll

make a fine place for the kiddies in the park to play. You know they like to pretend they're sailors we'll have some one there in charge. I'll bet it makes a big hit!" And that is how the Vindex got his chance. And any one who goes to that particular park will tell you he made good.

In Her Morning Glory

"Alnm. I isp you wouldn't go

around in the" hoUria 5 earning looking like that," complained Airs, Willis. "It wouldn't be so very much bother for you to dress neatly before coming down to breakfast" "She's a morning glofy," snickered Alma's brother, Johnny. Alma glared at him and went on calmly eating her "breakfast in her torn and dirty apron, worn slippers, and hair in paper curlers. She did not see any use in cleaning up in the morning. She could help with the housework that way. Then she would get cleaned up about noon and be fresh and nice for the afternoon. After breakfast Johnny and his father went down town. Mrs. Willis went over to a neighbor's to get a recipe for a new kind of preserve, leaving Alma to wash the dishes. She had Just finished when she heard the front doorbell ring. There was no one else to go to the door. She slipped into the frnt room and peeked out onto the porch. It was no one but the mailman, who always rang when he brought mail. She waited until he

was out of sight, then went out ou the porch for the mail. As she turned to go back Into the house, a cold chill fan down her spine. She had closed the door behind her and the night lock had clicked shut. She hurried around to the back door, but the screen door was fastened on the inside. In despair, she tried all the windows, but the screens were in tight. At last she was relieved to find a screen in one of the cellar windows which seemed loose. She shoved up at it until it came out. Then she got down to crawl through. "Can I be of any help?" asked some one, and Alma looked up.

There stood one of her brother's chums and another boy, a stranger. They looked at Alma and Alma stared back at them speechless iu all her "morning glory."

Noisy Study Hours Girls attending school In India study aloud.

Jocko Earns His Way Jocko was a bnght-eyed little monkey that Uncle Jeffery had brought home for the twins. He was a wise looking little animal and had cunning ways that made the twins devoted to him. But their mother was not fond of Jocko, even though they kept him out in the garage and saw that he

didn't bother her. As for their father, ho said nothing about the matterat all. "I don't see what your uncle meant by bringing that animal," said Mrs. Winston. "He's nothing but a nuisance. He eats up food and does nothing in return." The twins talked It over very soberly. "Mother is so businesslike," sighed Paul. "She thinks you

shouldn't have anything, or do anything, unless it's useful." . "I know." said Pauline. "If we could just show her that Jocko could bring something in I have an idea !" It was because of this fact that Paul and Pauline and Jocko quietly slipped down side streets that afternoon to a district where they were not known. Both wore old, soiled clothes. Pauline led the lively Jocko by a string, and Paul carried an old music box that had been stored for years in the attic. That evening they dragged themselves back wearily, but their faces shining. At dinner that night Paul asked to be excused a minute. He came back carrying his hat full of coins. '"Here," he said to his mother, "is Jocko's board and room for some time to come. He earned It himself. You said he wasn't any use." And he explained how Jocko, with their assistance, had made the money. "Good heavens!" exclaimed their mother, in horror. "You terrible children! Suppose any one I know

PICTURE PUZZLE 'for JUNIORS

The answer to this puzzle will be found in next week's Junior.

Aug) SL . tT

CAN YOU TELL THE N,AM& THIS S BOOK FROM Trie. Picture on The. cover ?

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(Copyright, 1922, Associated Editors)

FORTUNE TELLING Secrets of Palmistry

By GARNET THATCHER

tin those ten lessons. Mrs. Garnet

Thatcher, who has studied palmistry

for la years, reveals the secrets or

the age-old art. Believe as much of it as you want that's up toyou.

At any rate, you'll have fun tellinfr your friends' fortunes. An amateur fortune-teller Is always popular at parties.)

The line of heart rises on or near the mount of Jupiter the little pad of flesh at the base of the first finger and crosses the hand, usually parallel to the line of head.

When the heart-line rises in the middle of Saturn (a, Fig. 3), the affections are selfish and coarse. If the line1 rises well up on the mound (b, Fig. 3), ideals are low. If the heart-line is longer and stronger than the . head line, the heart rules the mind. Such a per-, son will do anything for love, and is careless of consequences. If the heart-line curves toward the headline (c, Fig. 1), the Judgment is too

THE HEART LINE

When it has its start on Jupiter (a, Fig. 1), the subject is a heroworshiper with high ideals, who thinks those he loves are better than they really are, and is sometimes disappointed. If, however, the line rises between Jupiter and Saturn, or sends a branch to that mount (b, Fig' 1), there is more common sense in the affections, though the person Is always anxious to do things for those he loves. Heart, head, and life-lines tied ai the start (a, Fig. 2), are a vfry unfortunate sign, indicating Jealousy which blinds the person "so that he loses all Judgment when his affections are concerned.

much Influenced by the affections, but if the head line curves toward the heart-line (d, Fig. 3), reason governs. Fickleness Exposed A chained heart-line (b, Fig. 2), shows fickleness and shallowness of affection, while breaks In the line forecast disappointments in love. When there is little or no heartline there is scanty affection, particularly If the hand is thin and white, an additional sign of coldness and selfishness. The heart-line usually ends In a tassel (c, Fig. 3), predicting tha gradual weakening of the heart action at the close of life.