Children who have colds and sore throats can not play. So he says, "Wrap up warm, come out into the fresh air." Let the pure frosty air get into your lungs, and sweep out old disease germs that may have hidden there. Come with me to the pond. The ice is thick and smooth. Put on your skates and let us go skimming over the ice. You will feel the warm red blood, made clean and pure by the frosty air, tingling all over your body. I tell you, Jack Frost is a good friend. Jack Frost often hurts the poor, pinching too hard their fingers and toes. So, while you are warmly clad and prepared for a frolic with him, you must remember there are some children to whom Jack Frost is not such a welcome friend. He nips with his cold fingers the insects that do our plants harm. With his icy breath, he kills many of the germs that would hurt you. Jack Frost helps to give you health, and health means joy, strength, happiness and success. QUESTIONS 1. Who is Jack Frost, where does he come from? 2. What does he bring? 3. What does he say to the little seed babies and buds? 4. What does he say to the young folks? 5. Who are the Eskimos, where do they live? 6. Of what, and how, do they build their houses? 7. What does Jack Frost do to some of the disease germs? 8. Can you tell me something of the games the children play in the lands where Jack Frost visits? In the land where he never comes? JACK FROST A mischief-maker is old Jack Frost, His pranks are many indeed; He comes and goes with the speed of the wind, But who has ever seen his steed? He comes when the nights are clear and cold, And the wind has gone to rest, He comes with his magic wand, And few things stand the test. He rides o'er fields of waving corn, And leaves them sere and dry; He touches the flowers with his magic wand, And they wither away and die. He spreads on the walk a coat of ice, That unwary feet may slip; He freezes the leaves, the trees and grass, And holds them all in his icy grip. He pinches the apple's ruddy cheeks, And the children's cheeks as well-- Oh, of all the mischief that Jack Frost does, Who could ever tell? But still we love this mischief-maker, We could not do without him; We think his little plays and pranks The very best thing about him. A STORY OF TUBERCULOSIS PART I Mary, did you and Tom see the poor, sick woman on the cars when we were going to visit grandmother last week? Did you see how pale and thin and feeble she looked? Did you hear her coughing so often that it seemed to hurt her whole body?