The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1906-01-29
DIAMONDS AND
LACE AS GIFTS
Jack Frost Gives Number of Point
ers to the See America
League.
RACE WITH SANTA CLAUS
TRANSFORMS THE CITY INTO A
FARMLAND.

Jack Frost has shown himself hearth
" in accord with the See America
movement.
"Humph," said he, several days ago,
as he lowered around the conventions
headquarters, drawing fantastic pic
lures on the windows. His ear was
close to the pane.
"Humph," he repeated Listen to
that. Running rills. green clad hills,
fields of flowers, leafy bowers, fra
word aboutcmf cmfw Cmfw m MIN
giant air, everywhere. But not q word
about me! You would think America
was one beautiful summertime. Here
Tn doing my best TO make this bare
old world look beautiful. Where would
the flowers be-the trees be-the grass
and green be-were it not for my
SHOWS, my frost? Where would the
water come from-pd like to know?'
The last glistening flower had COW
cred the last bare spot of glass in the
window and Jack Frost with his brush
in hand swept across the city. Long
before the day had come his trip was
finished.
As he looked back at the city from
the distant hills he chuckled with de-
light.
"Ho. no! Is not my work clever?
See America! Good! Excellent! See
Salt Lake in the wintertime"
With a laugh like the creaking of
trampled snow he disappeared over the
hill. When inhabitants of the city be-
stirred themselves they were greeted
with a wonderful sight.
Isn't it beautiful exclaimed one
little fellow, as he shivered at a frost
glazed window. Outside the world
was a glistening picture whose white
ness and brightness was intensified by
the contracting black of wood and
stone. Mother. come look! It's like
Christmas card
Like a Christmas Card.
The comparison describes we'll the
scene. The evening before had been
warm and fOggy. The air had been
heavy with moisture filling the valley
with mist. The night had grown cold
bitterly cOld-befOre morning. The
moisture had condensed and in falling
had covered the trees, fences and
hCuse-tOps with dew. This, as the
night grew colder, turned to particles
Of ice, popping into flakes Of glitter
ing white. The trees were robbed of
their baroness and it was no great
demand upon the Imagination to be-
lieVe them again white with opening
blossoms. Jack Frost had handled his
brush cleverly.
On the pine he daubed great balls of
frost. On each cluster he applied his
brush with vim and without regard
for material. When he had finished the
pine was one mass Of beautiful glis-
teEing white. The boy at the window
forgot the cold. paid no attention to
the smiles of the passersby, invoked
by the sight of a curly-headed young
- " 4ra
10 tree with wonder pictured in his
eager eyes. Mother" he shouted.
the little squatty cone pine looks like
big bunch of popcorn balls" The
tiny willow had not been overlooked
by the rapid artist. Each slender arm
was coated with particles of frost
These, the yOungster said, resembIed
sticks Of candy planted In the ground
Which remark lead his mother to be-
lieve sweet-tooth as an aid to the
imagination.
Where Jack Frost Did His Best.
The lilac bushes with their graceful
branches and swelled buds gave Jack
Frost an opportunity to do his best
And he took the opportunity. The dark
branches contrasted IN handsome effect
with the glittering pear-like strings
and clusters OF frost. The locuStS tall
and stately like queens of the trees
were clad like queens. From their arms
hung laces OF exquisite beauty. of Won
derful texture, of dazzling Wilderness
Even the popIars, tall and slender. al
most to point of scragginess. re-
ceived a transforming touch of the
miracle worker. Their ugliness was
hidden beneath a generous coat of the
white. Jack Frost has an eye for con-
trasts- Contrasts, that harmonic, is
the easiest description to be applied TO
his work The darkest fences and
house tops he frightened up somewhat
Others he left untouched. Their dark
indistinct outlines made the white All
the more glittering. Our hero In tbe
window and pajamas entertained a. he
lief that Jacks paint had commenced
to run short so he left some OF the
landscape untouched" Upon delivering
this mighty opinion to a group of
chattering snow birds on the window
sill the little fellow drew back into
the dark interior Of the room where
the beauties outside were forgotten in
a platter Of mush and cup of milk.
Diamonds In Ash Barrels.
The entire city giistened beneath his
coating OF frost The trees along the