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The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1918-02-16
MURIEL'S VALENTINE

Once upon a time there lived a
poor boy whose name was Muriel
His father had died a few months
ago. His mother was very sick.
Murile had to sell papers for a liv-
ing, which was very scanty. But
his mother didn't get any better,
SO he went to the neighbors and
begged for food and wood for his
mother but they only said, ave
need it ourselves"
One day as Muriel was coming
home he saw a calf that had got
ten its foot in the fence. Muriel
worked and worked and got it out
at last. Just as he was going to
go home a man told him he want
ed to sEeak to him. Muriel told
him his story. The man said that
he could have the calf for his val
entine. When he got home there
was a load Of wood and a basket
full of good things to eat. Truly
this was really the best valentine
he ever had. Freda Hartman, Ell
li0tt's Mills School.
The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1918-02-16
LITTLE COUNTRY GIRL

am a little country girl. ] am
eight years old and ] go to school.
am in the third year.
always take my lunch with me
to school. At noon play tag with
the other little children and some
times dare-base or blackman. ]
study arithmetic. reading. spelling,
language and music. Sometimes,
when it is SO cold our teacher shows
VS. how to crochet or tat because it
is so cold to play out doors.
At school the children save their
money to buy thrift stamps and
help win our war.
In summer j carry water to the
field to papa. l water the flowers
and feed the little chickens and
help with the dishes.
have a snow white rabbit and l
love it very much. One time she
went in a brush pile and ] got
burrs in my hair when I went az
ter her. l haven't seen her since
the snow. She stays under the
corn crib. I. hope it will soon be
warm, then my rabbit will come
out.
Our school will be out in April.
Then get lonesome sometimes
but | like summer.-FIorence
Smith, Elliott's Mill School.
The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1918-02-16
THRIFT STAMP STORY

Once there was little hoy and
his nams was William. And he was
very poor. There were some of his
friends that bought Thrift Stamps.
He had 10 money to buy Thrift
Stamps but he wished that he could
buy some.
So he worked every day and saw
a his money until he had three
dollars and he bought twelve
Thrift Stamps and he was very
proud that he conld help the gov
eminent to win this war. He was
very glad to do it.
He told his friends and he said
l am going to help win this war
by buying Thrift Stamps-Marguer-
tie Shields, 5B Grade, Warner
school.
The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1918-02-16
BESS

Bess is a rather large Scotch
Collie dog. Like most dogs of her
kind, she has a good temper and is
very playkl. She is so gentle that
the baby likes to. play with her.
She is also quite intelligent, for
when you put out your hand she
Immediately puts her paw in it
for you to shake hands which if
you do not do she begins paving
you and continues to do so until
you do shake hands.
II you have an apple and you ask
her if she wants bite, she. will
bark and jump for it as if to say,
Yes, please" AS ! did not know
this when l asked her first / was
very much scared and dropped the
apple at once.-Mary Wigent, age
IL years, grade IA.
The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1918-02-16
THE THRIFT ARMY

One day as Bobby was playing in
the yard a woman called him and
said: Bobby, If you will go to
town for me, l will give you a
dime"
Bobby said he would go. He went
into the house and got On his coat
and went to town.
When he came back the woman
gave him the dime. Bobby saved
his money till he got two dollars
and bought eight Thrift Stamps. -
Bleanche Cosgrove "A grade, War
per schoo.
The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1918-02-16
STORY OF FIDO

Fido is curley dog, and he is
black and white. He has a sassy
temper. He will carry away any
thing he can get a hold of, and he
will chew things up and make
holes in them.
When you throw sticks he will
run after them and bring them
back to his master. He will hold
up his paw for you to shake hands
with him, and he will bark when
We hold up piece Of meat for him.
Jane Esaman, grade IA.
The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1918-02-16
Lone Scout News

The following were elected at the
Lone Scout meeting: Howard Hos
brook, captain; Clayton Clampitt,
music director; James Basore, flag
carrier, and Donald Hoffman, edi-
tor. Ather Reeg. tribemaster.
There will be a meeting Of the
South Side Lone Scouts at 236 S.
3rd st. Sunday. Come and bring a
friend.-Chief Snider.
The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1918-02-16
THE KAISER

AS the kaiser was coming up a
hill he saw q bull with a sign print
ed u. S. A. The bull saw him and
chased him down. The kaiser fell,
and that was the last they saw Of
Kaiser Bill.-Chester Collins, "A,
grade.
The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1918-02-16
STORIES OF THRIFT

I am a little green thrift stamp.
l do all can to help win the war.
L am working for you and Uncle
Som. Berneice Smith, 3B grade,
Warner School
] am little thrift stamy. I am
worth twenty-five cents. Children
and grown people buy me to help
win the war, and help Uncle Sam
Marian Hciser. "a, Warner.
! am little thrift stamp. / help
to win the war. II you buy me you
will help to win the war too. So do
buy me.-Stella Meek, "a, War
ner.
l am thrift stamp. / am your
friend. l am working for the Red,
White and Blue.-Marie Mackey,
ga grade, Warner School.
I am little thrift stamp. Will
you buy me please? I cost twenty
five cents. work for You and
Uncle SGm.-Virginia Rhodes, 3B,
Warner School.
! am little green thrift stamp.
! viii help the Red, White and
Blue. l am worth twenty-five
cents. If you buy me you win help
win the war.-Marcia Weissgerber,
Warner School, "a grade.
THE THRIFT STAMP
/ am q little thrift stamp. II you
buy sixteen of my kind in five
years Uncle Sam will give you five
doliars.-Samuel Morgan, 3B, War
ner.
Norwich bulletin., 1918-09-05
POETRY.
wantsd-Men to Lead.

 There isn't lad but wants to grow Manly and true at heart And every lad would like to know The secret we impart He doesn't desire to slack or shirk, Oh. haven't you heard him plead? He'll follow a man at play or work, If only the man will lead. Where are the men to lead today, Sparing an hour or two, Teaching the lads the game to play Just as a man should do? Village and slums are calling Come, Here are the boys. indeed. Who can tell what they might become 1T only the men will lead? Motor and golf. and winter sport. Fill up the time a lot. But wouldn't you like to feel you'c
 taught
 Even a boy a knot? Country and home depend on you, Character most we need: How can a lad know what to do II there isn't a man to lead? Where are the men to lend 6 hand, Guiding al boyhood's side9 Men who will rise in every land, Bridging the Great Divide" Nation and flag and tongue unite, Joining each class and creed. Here are the boys who would dc
 right.
 But where are the men to lead?
 London Headquarters Gazette.
Norwich bulletin., 1918-09-05
UNCLE JED's TALK TO WIDE.
 AWAKEs.

You have many of you worked in the garden all summer; and how many of you know the garden is a world of little folks? Some of them are so numerous they are called pests.
 The butterflies are looking for the plant that nurses their young and lay ing their eggs. which give forth cater pillars which eat the cabbages and the turnips.
 Then you have doubtless disturbed she grasshopper, the insect which has frame like a kangaroo, and has it's ears located on it's front legs just be- tow it's knees.
 Then you may have noticed the Fasps, the first makers of paper: and shs spiders, which made the first nets md suspension bridges and diving Seus.
 And the Ladybird armored in yellow white and black enamel, made in form like a turtle and believed to be Hvtne. because it assails the enemies oi alants who are regarded as the enc mics of man.
 Know your garden. It is a plant plot and q populous city. Know what t does and what you must do to gel he best results.
Norwich bulletin., 1918-09-05
Teddy's investment.

Teddy had earned ten cents. It was the first time in his ten years that he had ever owned so much money. He could not decide how to invest his capital. He wanted some candy, but he decided not to spend his money oil candy. He, wanted the. fishing rod that he had. seep in the window of the Toy Shop. He did not realize that the fishing rod cost a great deal more than what he had.
 As Teddy sat pondering, his two friends, Dick and Jim came by, and he asked their advice about spending his ten cents.
 Ten cents!" exclaimed Jim Where did you ever get it."
 "Oh, ] earned it. raked Mrs Browns lawn and she give me this ten-cent piece answered Teddy, as he proudly displayed the coin.
 Well, I guess you could almost buy all the candy in town with that" sait Jim.
 "But I don't want to buy any can. dy," argued Teddy. What shall buy?"
 If I were you" spoke up Dick, |" would save the ten cents till I'd havt twenty-five cents, and then I'd buy Y; i thrift stamp"
 And now Teddy is saving all tn, pennies that he can to buy thr;f stamp to help the army and navy wi, | the war
 E., ANNA KRAMER, Age Is, | Norwirh s,
Norwich bulletin., 1918-09-05

Wallace. Mr and Mrs. H.. B. Cums ings. c. H. Killain, enjoyed a shorf dinner at Rocky Point, Monday.
 Eleanor L;ndeman left Tuesday tS enter New Britain Normal school.
 Mrs. Addie Fumor and son. Stuart of Providence. have been spending g. few days with L. F. Lindeman and family.
 DanieIson-Harris.
 Fred Danielson and Mabel Harris were married Saturday in South Woodstock by Rev. Henry Baker, and are taking a wedding trip to Dedham, Mass.
 Wounded in France. X A telegram was received Monday by Roscoe Allin, saying that William Richardson had been wounded, He has been in France for several months.
 Vernon Wetherell las sold his prop erty to Ira Fowler Mir. WethereH will make his home with his children
 Mrs. Ellen Shead has rented a ten- ement in Putnam so her sons can at- tend the trade school.
 The Union Sunday School picnic at Roseland Park last Wednesday. was well attended. The customary basket lunch was eaten, a choice programme given and boating and bathing were enjoyed.
 Mrs. A. H. Hubbard gave her Sunday Schol class of boys pleasant outing at Crystal Lake, Saturday. f@
Norwich bulletin., 1918-09-05
STORIES WRITTEN BY WIDE.
 AWAkES.
Story of RohoIink.

Once upon time there was a hap py little home in the branches or q stately oak tree. The home was very small and was made. of strong bits of hay, straw, and d few little twigs that the industrious little builders had gathered from the farmyard.
 Two beautiful little guardians hop ped about the home. singing most joy cusly. One was in color, a mixture of back and white. the other a soft brown.
 The air was filled with a wonderful melody coming from the throats of these contented guardians. They were two sweet little booolinks. "the hap piest birds of spring." They were in- deed happy for they were gazing into a delicately woven nest at tiny lit- tie baby bobolink, whose mouth was greedily open for the insect Mother Bobolink had found for it.
 Thus was born and raised the hero of our little stcry. The bird grew and herame most beautiful in it's deep shades of black and purest white. It received great care from the parent birds, and at last it learned how to fly and to take care of itself. Then it rose high in the air and warbled it's wonderful song all day long.
 T will make the whole world happy with my song," cried the bird, and it warbled all the sweeter.
 When the farmer boy came whist ling along the berry lined wall, the tlrd would greet him with a song and the farmer boys whistling grew loud CT whils. his tasks seemed lighter. Old Dobbin, the lazy farm horse. pricked Up it's ears at the morning soug, and rambled along through the dust more contentediy. In rain or sunshine. the song of the bird could be heard, driv- ing away sadness, and sorrow, bring ing joy and happiness to all who heard
 Then there came a day when a teH- rible change took place The little bird hoped down from the high trees and perChed himself on small branch right over the brook that ran through the farmyard. Long and ear nestly he gazed at himself in the clear mirror like water.
 How beautiful I am,' he mur- nuped to himself. Then, instead of flying quickly away from temptation he shook his wings. gathered them closely about his little form, and gazed at himself in the water.
 Why should I be so foolish to give
 
 ! others" he asked his shadow in the brook. "I am beautiful. so beautiful that even the bare-footed farmer boys stop to gaze at me. They do me nc harm because I am beautiful. I will change my name. No more will I be called mere bobolink, am Robert c- Lincoln and will show the world how | beautiful I am.' Finally the vain little bird flew i away. The song was hushed from his lips. He spent all his time grcedi,y eating. 'I am not plump enough!' he cried. q will eat and become more beautiful"
 So the bird ate and ate, until he grew SC lazy he drowsed away on q lgh limb for hours every day and spent the rest of the day gazing al himself in the brook No longer did ] his sweet, happy song cheer the far l mer lad whose work. now that harvest
Norwich bulletin., 1918-09-05
My Preacher.

Someway the morning was gloomy, Eni someway the world went wrong, And my spirits were slow and heavy As I soberly walked along. It was then that I met my preacher, Down at the side Of the street; A poor little cur of a woolly dog, With a draggied bone at his feet. Now laugh if you will-but be smiled
 at me,
 And his big brown eyes were bright; They were kind and trustfui and full
 Of the vim
 That would put dull care from sight. Maybe 1t was toolish-it seemed not
 SO,
 But for me there were sunnier skies; And life seemed better because had
 seen
 The cheer in a little dogs eyes.
 Helen NJ. Wilson.
Norwich bulletin., 1918-09-05
TaftYille
How Flies Walk,


 You have often seen a fly walking on the ceiling or running up smooth pane of glass and have wondered how it could hold oa.
 By examining the foot of a fly with a powerful microscope. it has been found that q fy's foot is made up of two little pads. upon which grow very fine, short hairs These hairs are so very line that there are more than a thousand on each pad The pad is a little bag filled with liquid glue When the fly steps it presses the liquid through these hallowed hairs 1lt of the little mouths The moment the glue reaches the air it hardens.
 Thus we see that-at- every step the fly takes, it glues itself to the sur face. When the fly lifts it's foot it draws it up gently in a slanting di- rectior, just as you might remove a most postage stamp by beginning at one corner and gently drawing it back.
 ALBINA BISSONNETTE.
 Taftvi1IA
Norwich bulletin., 1918-09-05
A Visit to the State House.

Dear Uncle Jed; One afternoon a friend and myself decided we would like to go to the state house.
 We went in the north entrance and through the long corridor to the mu scum, where we spent a few minutes looking around.
 There were different kinds of stuffed animals there, consisting of wild cats bears and deer. Tn cages there are mere deer and many others of which do not know the name.
 In other glass cabinets are butter flies all kinds of fish and different kinds of minerals.
 We then went to the top floor. where we wanted to go to the dome, but the door was locked so we came down again and. looked at the different flags After that we went into the library and looked around.
 As we had seen all we wanted to- we then went home very much pleas ed with our journey
 ARLENE PEARL, Age 14.
 Augusta, Maine.
Norwich bulletin., 1918-09-05
The EhnWnieA.

Dear Uncle Jed: Brownie was a lit tie female bird. Every spring she and Father Brownie would build a nest on a branch of wild cherry tree that grew in a beautiful garden of flowers. In a few days Brownie laid four tiny eggs in it.
 No little bird ever had so nice a home to live in. The leaves of the cherry tree were of a lovely green color, the blossoms so white, and a few weeks later large juicy cherries were seen hanging over the nest in large clusters.
 Brownie was never hungry, for she could take a bite of cherry whenever she felt like eating without stirring an inch. Sometimes Father Brownie had to go hunting for insects. but Brownie was not lonesome. She always kept thinking of her eggs and about the lit tie baby birds that would hatch from them.
 Near one side of the beautiful gar den stood big object that Brownie heard someone call a house. She did not know what it was, but she was sure that it was kind of a nest. The people who lived in the house were very nice to the birds.
 Every morning Father Brownie would fly to an open WlndoW ana sing his best. As21ut two minutes later a group of children would be seen running out of the house and shout ing: 50 here's Mir Brownie again." Handfuls of bread crumbs were thrown on the grass instantly for the hungry bird.
 Father Brownie picked up the crumbs and carried them to Mother Brownie, who accepted them with great joy and gratefulness. | In day or two four little birds tried to peep out from under the wings of Mother Brownie, who tried hard to keep them warm. They were always calling for food also. In this way they kept the Brownies very busy you may be sure. t.4
 Soon the young ones learned to fly and they were taught to pick up theil food. The Brownies lived in their happy home for many days. and even now when spring comes some of their de scendants build nests in the good oIc cherry tree.
 SOPHIE GASKA.
 Jewett City.
Norwich bulletin., 1918-09-05
Jennie.

Did you ever own a nice horse who was full of fun and mischief, and whose eye seemed to have laugh in it? Let me tell you about such one. She was as black as jet; she had a white star in her face, and a white stocking on her left hind foot. She was round and plump, and very quick in her motions. She could trot, rack, pace and run.
 Her name was Jennie As a colt she took the lead in mischief If we for got to feed her when the other horses were fed and then stepped out of the barn for a few moments. she would be found united and in a stall with an- other horse, helping herself to his grain. She had had three friends whom she led into mischief in the night. She would open the barn door. which WIS fastened with a hook and staple; open the barnyard gate, by drawing out the pin that held it.
 She would let down the bars with her teeth. and lead her three trusting companions into the grain field
 One night a mysterious noise was heard at the barn. Father drew him self softly out of his warm bed and, revolver in hand, went carefully and quietly out of the house, followed by hig dog. Instead of finding thieves, he faurd Jennie standing with the rump handle in her mouth trying to pump water, while the three colts with confidence in her ability, stood at the trough watching her, thinking she could pump them some water.
 BENNLE ZAGORIA, Age F.
 Norwich.
Norwich bulletin., 1918-09-05
Danielson.

time was approac,\'..s, grew harder; 10 longer did old Dobbin raise his ears to catch the joyful song of the Bird. Through it all the heartless, greedy, proud little bird ate and slept and gazed at his own beauty.
 Then one day tragedy came. Rob ert of Lincoln was gazing at himself in the water. He was cooking his head first to one side. then to the other. trying to look his prettiest. He had eaten so much and was so dull and lazy that he did not hear the ap proach of the hunter.
 Tt is an old bird" thought the hun ter" and when the bobolink is old he gets lazy and does not sing. I will shoot him for his days Of, usefulness are gone. He is a nuisance" Robert of Lincoln suddenly raised his head. He had heard the hunters words With a frightened cry he rose from the brook and started swiftly away.
 Bang" It was the hunters gun. The poor blrd fell, huddled heap of feathers.
 What a fool I've been" cried bobo- link, as he writhed in pain. If I had remained away from the tempting mirror, if I had been satisfied yo sung
 
 I had been satisfied to bring happiness and joy to others, my vanity and ] greed would not have kille1 me" When the hunter came tc the spot, he gave the lifeless little bundle a kick. Pretty good shot at that" he said, and went thoughtiessly upon his way.
 Dear Wide -Awakes, can you find a lesson in my little story? Does it tel anything that will make your life a I happier and a more useful one? Does 1 it warn you against a tenn oration that | has actually stolen in upon your thoughts mere than once? Do not seek | for yourself the fate of the luclIless hobolink. The true way to give pleas ure to yourself is to seek to give | pleasure to others LEONA SULLIVAN. Taftville.
Norwich bulletin., 1918-09-05
LETTERS OF ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

Elizabeth Snow, of. Norwich Many thanks for the prize book which re- ceived entitled Our Young Aeroplane Boys in England. have enjoyed reading it very much.
 Stella Gaska, of Jewett City: I thank you very much for the prize book and thrift stamp I received some time ago. have read the book through it is Comrades ut Winton | Hall
 Sophie Gaska, of Jewett City: I thank you very much for the prize | book I received I have read it and found it to be more interesting than thought. Thank you again. Gabrielle Bujak, of Mansfield Cen ter: Thank you very, very much for | the prize book you sent me entitled Tom Slade at Temple Camp. I start ed to read it and find it very inter- esting. Winifred E. Hammett- of Danielson: l thank you very much for my nice prize book. I love to read and know shall like this book
Norwich bulletin., 1918-09-05
4 Pretty Storv.

A little girl tending a flock of goats observed one of these animals with traces of water on it's mouth, coming from a thicket where she knew there was no spring.
 Unable to explain and anxious to ascertain the fact she followed the an i1nal, until it reached secluded spot when the Virgin appeared to her in shape of woman. commanding her to summon a priest and enjoin him to set a fire to neighooring wood, which was then tenanted by a huge serpent that devours passers- by.
 The priest arrived, torch was ap- piled to the thicket, and the serpent surrounded by set of flames. His dying agoIlies were terrible to be- hold his groans horrible to hear. At length he became still in death and the country was delivered from the
Norwich bulletin., 1918-09-05

mentation was E. A Carrier, violin i; Earle Holmes, cornet; John, Condren clarinet; Charles Lyman, trombone c. w. Stebbins, piano; James Davis, trap drums. Ice cream and soda were on sale. The band cleared over $50 Patrick Connors of, Hartford was a guest Labor day of his mother, Mrs. F. J. Hudson.
 Vincent O'Connell of New Britain is at his home on Windham avenue for a week vacation.
 F. Roper, D. T. Williams, Bradford Cragin, John Higgins George Bunyan and James Davis attended the Norwich fair Tuesday.
 Clayton D. Barton of East Hampton was a Colchester visitor Tuesday Meyer Chafetz returned to Norwich Tuesday after a few days vacation at his home in town.
 Prof and Mrs. Madison Strathers and son have returned to their home in Morganstown, W. w. after several weeks visit at Mrs, Strathers parents, MT and Mrs. J. Newton Dauphinee. They made the trip in their automo- bile.
 When Oliver Woodhouse lodge, No. 51, K of P, met in Pythian hall on iu6SQdy evening lH6. rdIlh OL page was conferred on one candidate. Several members of George s. Hull lodge, Leb- anon, were present Mrs. Edna May Munson was Nor wich visitor Tuesday. F. H. Bartlett of New Haven was in town Tuesday.
 The funeral of Mrs. Sarah Chappell, who died at the home of her daughter, Mrs. Thomas S. Clark. Saturday night, was held Tuesday afternoon at 2 o'clock, Rev. E. D. Remington off1ciat- ing Burial was in Linwood cemetery. Clifford C. King, Myron Pecllham and W. L. L. Spencer of Lebanon were in town Tuesday.
 John Willis of Millington was a caller here Tuesday.