The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1914-11-26

| wrong means, III tltne, lcsSenlnt
Of vitality, and when you let dowr
your body's vitality you're simply
saying TO any germ that may hap
pen along. Come right in and make
yourself at home
Perhaps you remember when
the house caught cold how shock
ed Grandma Sharpless was at my
saying that colds aren't caught in a
draft Well, they're not. Yet !
ought to have qualified that. Now
what is a draft? Air in motion. II
there is one thing about air that we
thoroughly know, it's this; that
moving air is infinitely better for
us than still air. Even bad, stale
air, il stirred vigorously into mo-
ton, seems to purify itself and be-
come breathable and good. Now,
the danger of a draft is that il may
mean a sudden change of the body's
temperature. Nobody thinks that
wind is unhealthful, because when
you're out in the wind-which is
the biggest and freest kind of a
draft-you're prepared for it. If
not, your nerves say to you, Move
faster: get warm It's the same in
doors. If the draft chills you, your
nerves will tell you so. Therefore
mind your nerves. Otherwise, you'll
become specially receptive to the
coryza germ and when you've
caught that, you'll have caught
cold"
Il WISH" remarked Mr.. Clyde,
that my nerves would tell why |
feel so logy every morning. They
don't say anything definite. II is.
MT indigestion exactly. But | feel
slow and inert after breakfast, as if
my stomach hadn't any enthusiasm
in its job"
Breakfast is the only meal I don't
have with you, so don't know" re-
piled the Health Master, who was q
very early riser. But | should say
you were eating the wrong things,
perhaps"
How could that be?" said Mrs.
Clyde. Tom has the simplest kind
Of breakfast, and it's the same ev-
cry day"
We'll, there you are" The
Health Masters tone assumed that
the solution was found.
Where are we?' queried Mr..
Clyde. I'm up in the air.
What is this remarkably regular
breakfast"
Eggs, rolls, and coffee"
"Oh! Eggs every mOrning?'
Two of them. Medium boiled"
Not even the method is varied.
Same eggs, same preparation every
morning, seven days week, four
weeks a month, twelve months"
mo. That's my winter breakfast
only"
Very well; four or five months
in the year. No wonder your poor
stomach gets bored"
What's the matter with eggs,
DIR. Strong?' inquired Nanny.
They let us have 'em, in train
ing"
Nothing is the matter with two
eggs, or twenty. But when you
come to two hundred, there's some
thing very obvious the matter
Your stomach is a ma
chine, it's true, but it's human
machine. II demands variety"
Then Charles ought to be a mod
el. He wants everything from soup
to pie"
A thoroughly normal desire for
a growing boy"
For some time Miss Bettina had
been conducting a quiet and strate-
gic advance upon the Health Master,
and now by a sudden onslaught she
captured his knee and, perching
herself thereon, put soft and
hand under his chin.
You want something, Miss TODD
les" he accused with a formidable
frown. None of your wheedling
ways with me! Out with itw
Candy" said the child, in no
way impressed by his severity.
Candy, indeedl When?"
Now. Any time. Lots of it.
Lots Of sugar, too
"Betty's developing such a sweet
TOOTH mOurned her mother. 81
have to limit her rigidly."
"Why?"
You wouldn't let the child stuff
herself on sweets all the time" pro-
Lested Grandma Sharpless, scandal
lzed.
"NOr on anything else. But III
she Graves sweets, why not let her
have them at the proper timer"
We'll, in my day children ate
plain food and were thankful"
MN! I'm a little dubious about
he thankfulness. And in your day
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