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BULLETIN
OF
STATE TEACHERS COLLEGE
KIRKSVILLE, MISSOURI

VOL. XXII OCTOBER-NOVEMBER, 1922 No. 10-11

A COLLECTION OF 
HEALTH VERSES, STORIES, AND PLAYS
FOR USE IN 
THE ELEMENTARY SCHOOLS 
WRITTEN BY 
STUDENTS OF PUBLIC HEALTH 
IN THE
DEPARTMENT OF CHILD HYGIENE AND 
PUBLIC HEALTH
OF
K. S. T. C.

COMPILED BY
EMMA MOHS, R. N., B. A.

HYGIENE SERIES—VOL. II, NO. 1

Entered as second class mail matter April 29, 1915, at the post office at Kirksville, Missouri, 
under the Act of Congress of August 24, 1912

Accepted for mailing at special rate of postage provided for in section 1103, Act of 
October 3, 1917, authorized July 26, 1919




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CONTENTS
Songs and Verses . . . . . . Written by the Demonstration School Children
The House that Tom Built, a poem and play . . . . . . Minnie Burch
What Flies Can Do, a story . . . . . . Roberta M. Perrine
The Two Demons, a story . . . . . . Louise Kansteiner
Who’s a Pig? A story . . . . . . Bessie Johnson
Health Habits, a poem . . . . . . Elfie Kribs
Why Have a Toothache? A poem . . . . . . Susie Atterbury
What the Milk Said, a story . . . . . . Faun Jeanette Miller
A Boy and His Stomach, a poem . . . . . . Anonymous
The Four-Leaf Clover, a story . . . . . . G.B. Morgan
House Owners, a story . . . . . . Clara Marie Husted
King Hi Jeen, a story . . . . . . Eula Blanche Bushong
Aline’s Cup of Coffee, a story . . . . . . Mary M. Lewis
The Moon Fairies, a story . . . . . . Mrs. J. W. Primrose
A Soldier of Fairy Good Health, a play . . . . . . Lela Dawson
Anychild, a play . . . . . . Edythe and Faun Miller



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WRITTEN BY THE CHILDREN OF THE 
DEMONSTRATION SCHOOL

SONG  
Tune, “Smiles” 
By VERA JOHNSON

We are little healthy creatures  
Both of different voice and feature. 
One of us is Milk that makes us healthy, 
And the other Fresh Air that’s your friend.  
We are friends to every one about us, 
We will make you healthy while you grow, 
We will give you plenty of Milk and Fresh Air  
That’s to make you grow strong and well.

YELL

Rub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-dub,  
Leave your germs in the tub,  
A good rubbing down, 
Will scare them out of town.

THE HOUSE THE MILK BUILT 
By MARY CATHERINE BRAMLET  
(8 Years)

This is the milk that builds the bones  
For the house we live in. 
This is the cow that gives the milk that builds the bones  
For the house we live in. 
This is the man that milks the cow  
That gives the milk that builds the bones  
For the house we live in. 
This is the way to milk the cow, to get the milk  
That builds the bones  
For the house we live in. 
This is the bam where we milk the cow  
That gives the milk that builds the bones  
For the house we live in. 
This is the farmer raking the hay  
To feed the cow that gives the milk  
That builds the bones  
For the house we live in.

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THE MILK BOTTLE
By NADINE BONDURANT 
(8 Years)

The milk bottle never minds 
When you drink the milk away.
The bottle will be filled again 
For you to drink another day.

SONG 
Tune “Billy Boy”
By VERA JOHNSON

Use your tooth brush, Billy Boy.
Use your tooth brush, Billy Boy.
“If you don’t watch me,” said deadly Germ,
“I’ll get you, I’ll get you.”
Did you wash behind your ears, Billy Boy?
How much water did you drink today?
If you want to live in Dixie till you’re ninety-three,
Watch your health rules, Billy Boy.

Drink your glass of milk, Billy Boy.
Keep your windows open all the time.
If you want to be a knight,
You must do what’s right.
Or, “I’ll get you, I’ll get you.”
Did you take your ten deep breaths, Billy Boy?
Did you clean your finger nails today?
If you want to live in Dixie till you’re ninety-three, 
Watch your health rules, Billy Boy.

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*THE HOUSE THAT TOM BUILT
By MINNIE BURCH

This is the candy all sticky and sweet,
That foolish Tommy Schoolboy did eat.
Instead of the milk and the eggs and meat,
To put in the house that Tom built.

This is the wet coat, so they say,
That Tommy wore for a whole long day,
And didn’t change when he came from play,
To put in the house that Tom built.

These are the overshoes Tom forgot;
His head feels heavy, his cheeks are hot;
And Oh! What a terrible cold he’s got 
To put in the house that Tom built.

Here is the tooth brush he didn’t use,
Poor foolish Tommy! He does abuse 
His friends, and really deserves to lose 
Forever the house that Tom built.

This is the time that he went to bed,
In spite of all that his mother said;
Of course there’s a tired and sleepy head 
To put in the house that Tom built.

This is the frown that we saw him wear,
Morning and night; he didn’t care.
But thoughts, when wicked or cross or sad,
Will make a sick body from any lad.

This is Tom’s mother, who worked all night,
Trying to mend the house up right,
For it really was in a sorry plight.
This tumble-down house that Tom built.

This is the Doctor called Common Sense 
Who said to Tom he should commence 
With building food that’s cooked with care,
And plenty of sleep in pure fresh air,
To repair the house that Tom built.

*NOTE: This poem may be acted by children characterized as follows: 
The Candy Stick, a girl dressed in pink and white striped crepe paper wound round her white dress.
The Frown, a boy wearing a cross, ill-natured looking mask.
The Mother.
Dr. Common Sense.

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Tommy, the sick boy.
Four other boys:
(1) A small boy carrying a coat which is dripping wet, hangs it on a chair by the fire.
(2) A small boy carrying a pair of overshoes. He sets them down near the coat.
(3) A small boy brings in the toothbrush.
(4) The fourth boy brings in a large pasteboard clock face in front of his own, the hands pointing to ten o’clock.

WHAT FLIES CAN DO 
By ROBERTA M. PERRINE

Baby Mary Lou was very sick. The doctor had said gravely that the milk with which Baby Mary Lou had been fed contained the kind of germs which are carried by flies.
Mother thought and thought how flies could get into the baby’s milk, for she was always so careful. At last she called Mary Lou’s brother.
“Bobbie, you must help mother to discover how the flies are carrying germs to baby’s milk.”
This made Bobbie very thoughtful for he wanted Mary Lou to get well.
The next morning he went to the porch steps after the milk-man had delivered the milk. He saw that on the cap of each bottle was a little pool of milk which had found its way out, while a swarm of flies hovered over it.
“Mother!” he shouted. And she hurried out.
Mother was delighted to find the source of Mary Lou’s illness, and immediately took steps to have the sanitary conditions of the dairy and the delivery wagons improved, so that babies could have sweet pure milk.

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THE TWO DEMONS 
By LOUISE KANSTEINER

In a little town which nestled between high hills lived two little playmates, Jane and Harold. 
One Friday afternoon as they were hurrying home from school, Harold said, “I cannot play with you tomorrow.” 
“Why not? ” asked Jane. 
“Because father told me to clean up the yard and to haul the tin cans to the big dump. ” 
“You should have done that long ago,” replied Jane. “Your father told you to dump the cans every week. And you should punch holes in every can, and rinse it with water before you throw it away.” 
“Why should you do that?” Harold wanted to know. 
“Don’t you know that they will hold water unless you punch holes in them, and that mosquitoes breed in the water? And that flies will settle in them when they can get the food?” 
“Well, what of that?” growled Harold. 
The next day Harold started bright and early on his task, because he wanted to go to the picnic that afternoon. He went to the pile of cans and kicked it. Up rose a swarm of black things with wings, long legs, and small heads. 
“Buzz, buzz, buzz,” they sang. 
He saw one that was blacker and bigger than the others, and had longer legs; it lit on the back of his neck and bit him. 
“Ouch!” cried Harold in pain. 
Then he saw another monster flying toward him. He held up his hands, and cried, “Who are you?” 
“I am the black demon Mosquito,’’ replied the monster who had stung him.  
“I am the black demon Fly,” said the other. 
“Who are all these others buzzing around?” 
“They are our helpers. We belong to two big families, the Mosquito family and the Fly family. ” 
“My! I wish your helpers would stop buzzing and biting, ” said Harold, “there must be a thousand of them.” 
“There are more than that, ” chuckled the demons. “There are millions and millions of them, and we were all born and fed in dirty tin cans such as these which you forgot to haul away.” 
“What are you doing here?” inquired Harold. 
“Oh!” said the black demon with the sting. “We are holding a revel in your yard where we find lots of places to lay our eggs. And we bite people.” And he suited the action to his words, and bit Harold on the cheek. 
“And I and my helpers,” buzzed the fly demon, “walk over your food and soil it before you eat it, so that you will be made sick.” 
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WHO’S A PIG?
By BESSIE JOHNSON

(With apologies to the Author of “The Pig Brother”.)

Jack was a dirty, lazy little boy, and because his mother wanted to wash his neck and ears one day, he decided to run away from home. His sturdy little legs carried him to the city park nearby, where on the path he met Lady Squirrel.
“Good morning, Lady Squirrel. May I go home with you?”
Lady Squirrel was astonished that such a dirty boy should ask to go home with her.
“I should say not,” she replied. “My babies are nice and clean, and their fur is smooth and glossy. I am afraid you would make my babies dirty.” And she went on her way.
Then Jack saw Mrs. Wren chirping to herself, and in a good humor with all the world.
“Good morning, Mrs. Wren,” said he. “You seem quite happy this morning. May I go home with you?”
“Do you think I would let a ditty boy like you come into my nest?” she chirped scornfully. “Oh no! my little baby wrens take a bath every day. I am sure you would dirty their nice clean feathers.”
By this time Jack began to feel rather lonesome. Then he looked across the field and spied his friend, Cottontail.
“Hello, Bunny, may I go home with you?”
Bunny was very much surprised.
“Oh no! My bunnies do not like dirty boys; they keep their faces washed and their hair brushed. But if you will clean up like my little bunnies do, I shall be pleased to have you come.”
Jack was very much worried, and began to cry.
“Oh, what must I do?” he asked.
Just then he saw a big, fat, lazy pig in a stye. Jack looked at him in disgust. But the pig came running joyfully up to him and said, 
“Why, hello there, old friend. Just jump the fence. I did not know you were coming so soon to live with me. This is a nice home I have, do you not think so, with everything handy? We will not have to do a thing but play in the mud and sleep in the sun, just like the finest pigs in the country.“
This was enough for Jack. He ran home. After that Mrs. Wren, Lady Squirrel, and Mr. Bunny, were always glad to invite Jack to their homes. 
GUESS WHY?

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HEALTH HABITS
By EFFIE KRIBS

“Mary Jane, Mary Jane,
My dear, what have you there? 
Large brown eyes, rosy cheeks, 
And pretty curly hair.”

“I sleep by the window,
And never catch a cold,
For my pretty brown curls 
My little head enfold.

I wake in the morning 
And take my exercise,
Wash my face, brush my teeth, 
And eat what mother provides.

When my breakfast is done,
I am ready for play;
The fresh air and sunshine 
Make me happy all day.

When the day is over 
And my supper is past,
I go to the bathroom
And brush my teeth the last.

Off to my little bed,
Go lightly with a dash;
Open wide the window—
Way up unto the sash.

I want to have fresh air 
Every night in the year.
It keeps my lungs healthy 
And I have naught to fear.

With a hop and a skip 
I jump into my bed,
To dream of my play-mates, 
And of the day just sped.”

In the warm cozy bed 
With its sheets clean and white, 
Mary Jane sleeps soundly 
Through ten hours of the night.

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WHY HAVE A TOOTHACHE?
By SUSIE ATTERBURY

The tooth is only a piece of bone, 
Covered outside with enamel,
Which is easy to crack and break,
By biting nails and nutshell.

Beneath the layer of pearly white 
Which needs the best of care,
Is a substance called hard dentine 
That’s well protected there.

Each tooth has its own messenger 
Who’s ever on the alert.
A nerve, so small yet powerful 
To warn when things will hurt.

Each little child has twenty teeth 
When he is two years old,
And one by one they disappear.
From six to seven, we are told,

There comes a second set of teeth 
In place of those just gone.
The jaws must grow out large and wide, 
For an extra twelve to come.

Incisors those in front are called,
Are for biting the food.
The molars, large and broad and rough 
Are used for grinding good.

From early days of childhood 
Tooth-brushing should be taught,
In order that each tiny germ 
From his hiding-place be brought.

A healthy child has good sound teeth. 
They should be brushed each day,
For when they are neglected much 
They surely will decay.

The scrubbing should be up and down, 
And round and round besides,
That each and every bacterium 
Be scared from where he hides.

The brush please use in the morning 
To make the toilet complete.
And once again just at bedtime 
The performance repeat.

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The least germ that is left behind 
Will on the enamel hide,
To break the protecting cover, 
And soon a hold provide.

This will cause the messengers 
To ache here in this spot,
Then comes a screaming pain, 
Old Toothache, and an ugly rot.

WHAT THE MILK SAID 
By FAUN JEANETTE MILLER

“Did you have a nice drink of good sweet milk this morning?” asked Johnny of Robert one day at school.
“Yes.”
“So did I, and I am going to tell you what the sweet milk said to me. As I started to drink my milk this morning, it bubbled up in the glass as though it really wanted to talk, so I said, ‘Good morning, Milk. Do tell me all about yourself’.”
“‘All right’ it answered, ‘I will tell you about my life. Before the milkman brought me to your house, I lived in the country, out where the air is fresh and pure. I came from the old Bossy Cow who eats grass in the meadows, and who drinks the nice cool fresh water from the running brooklets. 
Didn’t you know that before?’
“‘No, I did not,’ I said.
“Well this made the milk laugh so hard that it bubbled up and almost spilled itself on mother’s clean tablecloth. The Milk thought it funny that any little boy did not know this, even though he was a city boy and had never seen a cow except in a picture.
“‘The grass that the cow eats is changed to the nice white creamy drink you like so well,’ said the Milk.
“‘And before you were milk, you were grass? How funny? But where do you go after I drink you?’ I asked.
“‘After you drink me I change into rich red blood and make your body grow.’
“‘Oh! good milk, I like your story, and I love you so much, that I shall drink you every day. And I love the old Bossie Cow because she can give you to me to make me strong and healthy.’”

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A BOY AND HIS STOMACH
ANONYMOUS

What’s the matter, stummick? Ain’t I always been your friend?
Ain’t I always been a pardner to you? All my pennies don’t I spend 
In getting nice things for you? Don’t I give you lots of cake?
Say, what’s the matter, stummick, you had to go and ache?

Why, I loaded you with good things yesterday;
I gave you more corn and chicken than you’d ever had before;
I gave you fruit an’ candy, apple pie an’ chocolate cake,
An’ last' njght when I got to bed you had to go an’ ache.

Say, what’s the matter with you? Ain’t you satisfied at all?
I gave you all you wanted; you was hard jest like a ball.
An’ you couldn’t hold another bit of puddin’; yet last night
You ached most awful, stummick! That ain’t treatin’ me jes’ right!

I’ve been a friend to you, I have— Why ain’t you a friend o’mine? 
They gave me castor oil becoz you made me whine.
I’m feelin’ fine this mornin’; yes, it’s true;
But I tell you, stummick, you better appreciate the things I do for you.

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THE FOUR LEAF CLOVER
By G. B. MORGAN

Once upon a time there lived a man who had lost his health because he 
did not observe the health rules when he was a little boy. Things grew worse 
and worse with him, and he became thinner and thinner. At last he said,
“I can stand this no longer. I do not believe there is such a thing as 
good health for me. ”
“Oh, yes, there is,” said a sweet voice at his side.
The man was startled, for he thought he was alone. What was his sur-
prise when he saw a lovely fairy standing there!
“ Who are you? ” he asked.
“I am Fairy Good Health,” she answered. “I have been watching you 
for a long time, and have come to help you. ”
“Oh, I will do anything you say to get back my good health. Tell me 
how to get it. ”
“Listen, then,” said the Fairy. “There are several chores which you 
must do every day in order to have good health. Here is a good health sign,
which I shall leave with you for a remembrance. ”
She pulled a clover leaf growing at her feet.
“See this little clover leaf?” she asked. It has three leaves. Each leaf
tells you something to do. The first says, ‘Sleep eight hours a day/ the sec-
ond says, ‘Breathe deeply/ and the third says, ‘Chew your food well, then
brush your teeth.’ ”
The Fairy touched the clover and another leaf sprung out.
“Look,” she said. “This is a four-leaf clover. The fourth leaf says,
‘Drink at least eight glasses of water every day.’ Now you know the mean-
ing of the four-leaf clover. Carry it over your heart, and as long as you keep
its commandments you will have good health. ”
The sun was sinking in the west when the man opened his eyes. The 
Fairy had gone. He thought he had been dreaming; but, no! He looked at 
his feet and there in the grass stood his four-leaf clover. He plucked it and 
said to himself, “ I will obey my good health sign. ”
From that day he wore the clover over his heart, and observed all the 
health chores.

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HOUSE OWNERS 
By CLARA MARIE HUSTED

“I have just thought of something funny,” said Jack. “Each one of us owns a whole house to himself!”
“What do you mean?” asked Dorothy, his small sister. “We live with mother and father—all in the same house.”
“I think I understand, son,” said Father. “You mean that each of us has a body and that this body is just like a house; the different parts or organs of our bodies are like different rooms of a house. It is interesting, isn’t it, children?”
“If you will look down your mouth in this mirror,” continued Father, “you will see an opening which leads to a set of stairways that run up into your nose and ears, and down into your lungs and stomach. There are two stairways going down. One is used for air; and the other, the back stairway, for your food. Instead of having steps, these stairways are tubes having elastic rings which open and close whenever you swallow and breathe.
“When the food is ready to drop into the back stairway, the master engineer telephones to the little doorkeeper at the air tube, “‘Food coming. Shut that door!’
“At once a little trap-door closes over the opening, and the food rolls down the food tube, instead of going down the air tube. Then each step, or ring, opens to receive it and closes behind it. At the bottom of this tube, there is a little room called the stomach. This room is shaped like a large gourd, and is so elastic that it is able to receive quite a large meal at one time. 
In this little room, the food is churned and stirred for one, two, or three hours, until it is nicely mixed.
“When the food drops into the stomach, the stomach-dwarf, Good Digestion, looks it over very carefully. If it is good, wholesome food, he is greatly pleased. He rubs his hands with glee, and says, “‘Bread! Milk! Vegetables! That is good. And nicely chewed, too. That is sensible. All mixed with saliva. Ah! That will make fine blood, bone, muscle, and nerve!’
“But the little dwarf becomes very angry when some house-owners eat only foods which are called delicacies, and which do not supply the materials out of which red blood can be made to keep the house in good repair. Some house-owners eat between meals, before the dwarf has had time to sort out the previous meal. Then he is overworked, and he grumbles:
“‘This food that has b en sent down on top of that big dinner is good for nothing, now. It will not make good blood, no matter how hard I try. If my master only had kept that front door shut tight! The very idea of letting in candy and cake and pie when I am still busy!’
“Oh!” exclaimed Dorothy. “I know the little dwarf in my house is very angry for I ate some pickles and a doughnut this afternoon before he could take care of my lunch. After this, I am going to try to please him so that my house will be kept in good order. ”
“So am I,” said Jack.

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KING HI JEEN 
By EULA BLANCHE BUSHONG

Once upon a time there lived in a sublime forest a sage who was known tar and wide for his great wisdom. The people from the mountains and the valleys came to consult him on problems that none other could solve. 
It happened that there arose a great disturbance among the people of Mullarkey’s Village. For there came into their midst a wicked giant named Bacillus Typhosis, who for nine and forty nights had raided the city, and had devoured many of the citizens including the town-crier, the mayor, and their beloved king and queen. Great distress reigned among the people.  
There was no joy making, no frolicing. 
Town meetings were held at which the most prominent sages and speakers spoke. They thought and thought and thought; but think as they would, none could solve the problem of overcoming the cruel giant. All had thought, all had spoken, and now came forth a nobleman. Said he: 
“It seems there is but one thing more to do, and that is to go to the great forest where lives the wise sage Health. He may be able to tell us how to overcome him.” 
So the nobleman and many of the people set out to Health’s dwelling in the Woods of Pure Air. After a long weary journey, they entered the forest. The sage saw the wailing crowd approach, led by the sorrowful nobleman who raised a melancholy voice and spoke: 
“Oh! Wise Man of Health, hear us and help us to overcome the sad misfortune that has befallen us!” 
“My children, what has befallen you? Speak! Perchance I may find a remedy.” 
“In nine and forty nights that have just passed, our village has been beset by a great, many-legged monster who comes in the darkness of the night  
with the silent swiftness of the owl, and seizes one of our number. He is turning happy wives to widows, and making orphans of the children.” 
“Have you no way to overcome him?” questioned the sage. 
“None, whatever, Oh! Wisdom of Health! The wisest of us has spoken, but in vain. Therefore we come to you in the hope that you may devise a plan to rid us of this awful visitation.” 
The sage turned, pointed to a huge box at his feet, and said: 
“Lo! I can save you. This chest contains the giant’s arch enemies, Fresh Air, Pure Water, Sleep, Exercise, Healthful Food, Regular Habits, and Cleanliness.” 
He then explained how the health agents should be turned loose on the giant. The nobleman was much perplexed at so difficult, a task when he suddenly bethought him. 
“There is one in our village who has traveled in distant lands and fields, and who has learned many tricks in many trades. Perchance, if we send for him he may be able to interpret this device.” 
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to the device and studied it carefully for about five minutes. Then he said: 
“Well do I remember this now. I have seen it perform miracles.” 
The wise man further declared that a powerful citizen should be chosen for the task of releasing the agents; that furthermore he should prepare himself for the actual struggle by performing the greatest service in the history of man. Should he be neglectful of one little thing, the health agents would not protect him at the gate. 
The nobleman was much impressed and ordered the chest to be carried home, and set before the gate in readiness for the trial. 
When the party arrived at the village there was a warm greeting from those who had stayed behind, and a great curious crowd gathered around the box. 
Then a very important question arose. Who was the one to remain with the box at the gate to release the agents at the proper time? Suddenly the people became afraid. One by one they refused the task when they thought of the horrible death if the agents would not do all that the wise man had claimed for them. None would volunteer. A great town meeting was called to choose one for this purpose. 
There was a lull in the meeting. At last the fair young princess came forward. She was the daughter of the beloved King and Queen, and the most dainty and beautiful maiden in all the land. She promised to become the wife of the one who would be brave enough to stay at the gate and to fight the monster. But even for this most fair reward, no one would risk his life at the gate. For a long time they sat in silence, their faces sad. 
Presently footsteps were heard coming up the aisle. Who should it be but Hi Jeen, who walked before the people and declared that he would perform the task. And what was more, he said he would do it for no other reward than for the love of the people. 
“Already,” said he, “have I begun on the greatest of all services. I have travelled over the village, and many were the wells which I cleaned, and many were the pumps which I pulled out. Those wells which were so carelessly constructed that they permitted dirt to seep into them have I condemned outright.” 
He then asked for the assistance of the people. Now that they did not need to fear the actual combat with the giant, great crowds of men, women, and children accompanied him through the streets, through the alleys, into basements, and into back yards. They gathered up the rubbish and carried it to the dump pile a great distance away, and burned it. They filled up wells that were improperly constructed, and they cleaned out dirty cesspools, especially those which leaked into the soil. It was because of this filth and dirt that the giant was able to get such a foothold in the village. 
The sun went down, and the moon rose high in the heavens. Nine o’clock came, and Hi Jeen prepared to make the trial at the gate. Ten o’clock came, then eleven, then twelve. He was about to doze off to sleep when outside the gate he heard a tramping and a grunting; the branches cracked, and a great tail switched the air. Then a huge form blocked the gateway. The monster sniffed around for a moment before his eyes fell upon Hi Jeen. Then he made a dart at him, but Hi Jeen was too swift for him; he pulled the lever on the box

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as he had been instructed, and released the agents. Exercise grabed the 
demon, Fresh Ah- choked him, and Pure Water drowned him.
The next morning the village awoke and there was great rejoicing. The 
people bowed down before Hi Jeen and hailed him a hero. A shout was raised. 
The men, women, and children all cried:
“Crown him King! A most noble successor to our beloved king! One
 who has shown such loyalty and bravery must wear the crown upon his head.” 
The noblemen and musketeers ran to the palace and brought out the 
jeweled crown, the royal purple robe, and the golden sceptre. They put the 
crown upon his head, the sceptre in his hand, and the royal robe about his 
shoulders, and carried him to the palace.
It soon spread through the land that the King was coming, the new King, 
King Hygiene, mightier and wiser than all his predecessors.

ALINE’S CUP OF COFFEE 
By MARY M. LEWIS

One bright spring morning, Aline sat on the doorstep drinking a cup of 
hot coffee. Aline liked coffee; she had a cup every morning. While she sat 
there, her pet pig, Grunty, came by.
“Oh, Grunty!” she said, “don’t you want some of my good coffee?”
 '“Coffee!” squealed Grunty. “I would not think of drinking it. It is 
not fit for pigs, much less for little girls.”
Along the path came Biddie, her pet hen, daintily picking grass seed. 
“Biddie, dear,” Aline begged, “Will you have some of my nice hot cof-
fee?”
“No,” clucked Biddie, “Coffee is not good for hens. I eat com; it 
makes me grow strong and healthy.”
Presently Bob, the cat, snuggled close to Aline’s feet.
“Bob, wouldn’t you like some of my coffee?”
“No, thanks,” mewed Bob. “I drink milk. It is the best of all foods, 
even for little girls. It will give them pretty rosy cheecks and make them 
strong.”
By this time there was very little of the coffee left. Aline looked up and 
saw her pet pony, Dan, in the field.
“Oh, Dan,” she called. “Don’t you want the rest of my coffee?”
“No, no,” neighed Dan. “Horses never drink coffee. I eat oats for 
they build up my body and make me strong and swift. ”
The next morning when her mother poured the coffee, Aline said: 
“No, thanks, Mother. My pig will not drink coffee, nor will my hen, 
nor my cat, nor my pony. I will take a glass of milk and a dish of rolled 
oats with lots of cream. ”

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THE MOON FAIRIES
By MRS. J. W. PRIMROSE

Once upon a time there were ten little moon fairies who lived — Where do you think? No, they did not really live in the moon, but in the fingernails of a little boy named Billy Black.
They were sad little fairies and not at all bright and happy as fairies should be, for Billy Black had shut them up in a deep, dark dungeon, and they could not come out to dance and play in the bright warm sunshine. Poor little fairies! They had grown pale and thin, and were so unhappy that it made the heart of their good queen ache to see them. She thought and thought, and tried to make a plan for getting her ten little moon fairies out of their dark prison.
One day, after she had been thinking for a long time, she suddenly sprang 
up, clapped her hands, and danced around so gladly that all the little fairies 
nearby came running to see what had happened.
“Oh, I have it! I have it!” cried the Queen. “Why did I not think of 
it before? Billy Black’s school begins today, and Billy’s teacher is one of 
my best friends. I shall go whisper the secret of the little moon fairies into 
her ear. ”
And away she flew.
The next day at school, the teacher rang the bell, and when the children were seated, she said:
“Children, you know the stories of a great many of the little health fairies; but there are ten little moon fairies that some of you do not know I am sure, For I see that you are shutting them up in deep, dark dungeons, and they have grown pale and unhappy. I love my ten little moon fairies so well that I keep them where I can see them all the time. See, they live in my finger nails, back next to the skin, in little white houses shaped like half-moons.
“When the skin grows over your finger nails so that you cannot see the little white half moon houses in every single one of them, you have shut your little moon fairies up in a dungeon and made them very sad. ”
Billie Black looked down at his fingers, and felt so ashamed of having mistreated his ten little moon fairies that he began to wonder how he could get them out of prison. He asked the teacher to help him.
She took a slender little flat-edged stick in her hand and said, “This is an orange stick, with which you can open the dungeon doors. Put the end of it against the skip carefully this way, and push gently, taking care not to bruise the nail. The skin will move back, and you will see the little white houses peeping out. Do this every day, and the little fairies will all be set free. But you must be forever on the watch, or the poor little moon fairies will fall into prison again.”
Have you put your ten little moon fairies in the-deep, dark dungeon? Have you? Have you?

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A SOLDIER OF FAIRY GOOD HEALTH 
(A one-act Play.)
By LELA DAWSON
Characters
Billy Thole, who ignores health rules.
Fairy Good Health.
Fairy Good Health’s Helpers:
Sunshine,
Fresh Air Exercise,
Clothing,
Food,
Milk,
Pure Water,
Cleanliness,
Sleep.
Billy’s Mother.
Giant Bad Health.
Billy (dragging himself sullenly to his bed): I don’t see why I have to 
go to bed so early. It is only half-past eight, and just because Teacher wants 
me to keep those old Health Rules, mother makes me go to bed when I am 
not sleepy. I will read awhile. (Picks up book, and box of candy which he 
had hidden under the pillow, props up his head, and reads. Falls asleep, read-
ing.)
Giant Bad Health (entering): Ha! here he is! Reading when he should 
be sleeping. What’s this? Candy again? (tastes and makes grimace). 
It is not good even for giants to eat. And he bought the worst he could get. 
(Laughs in glee.) It won’t be long now until I can take him to the Land of 
Disease to stay. Fairy Good Health will then lose one more soldier. Good-
bye, Billy Thole; it will not be long until you must come to stay with me al-
ways. (Exit, learing and shaking fist to Billy.
Fairy Good Health (entering with her Helpers, steps to Billy’s bed,
Helpers group themselves in background): Oh! how can I bear to lose such 
a fine little soldier. If he would only obey the health rules which his teacher 
knows will make him grow strong, he could be one of the best soldiers in all
my great army. Would he not look grand as the leader of one of my com-
panies? But, alas! (shaking head sadly) I fear that Giant Bad Health will 
take him from my ranks. (Turning to Helpers). Are you sure , my good 
Friends, that he means to mistreat you? Or did he only forget? Speak, 
Sunshine, you are first.
Sunshine: Dear Fairy Good Health, he knows that I would help him, 
but he Will not let me. He stays in the house nearly all the day, and grows 
dull and stupid. He closes the windows to keep Fresh Air out, and he shuns 
Exercise. Have I not spoken the truth, Fresh Air and Exercise?
Fresh Air and Exercise (stepping forward): Yes, yes, Fairy Good Health, 
he avoids us shamefully. How can we help him?

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Fairy Good Health: And you, Clothing?
Clothing (stepping forward): He will not wear his rubbers on rainy days, 
but sits all day in the school room with damp feet. He does not put on his 
clean underwear and hose after taking his bath.
Fairy Good Health: Poor Clothing, that is enough to try your patience. 
Food and Milk, what have you to say?
Food: We would be his friend. We would help him grow big and strong, 
but he refuses to eat vegetables, fruits, and milk, the foods which are best for 
him. (Milk shakes head.) He chooses sweets and pastries, and everything 
that is harmful.
Fairy Good Health: Cleanliness, has he allowed you to serve him?
Cleanliness (stepping forward): Kind Fairy, he is very rude to me. He 
grumbles when his mother washes his neck and ears, and on bath-night he is 
positively cross. He does not brush his hair nor wash his teeth. His nails 
are dirty, and he says he “don’t care.”
Fairy Good Health: (Shaking head) Sleep, what has Billy Thole done 
for you?
Sleep: He complains because I wish to visit him at 8:30. He usually 
reads until ten o’clock. No wonder he is cross and lazy.
Fairy Good Health: My faithful Helpers, you have tried, and I am grate-
ful to you for seeking so faithfully to save this soldier to my cause. I am 
sorry, but we can do no more. If Billy Thole will not let you help him, I 
fear Giant Bad Health must take him to that horrid land where he will have 
to suffer all kinds of discomforts. (Goes to door.)
Billy (sits up, stretches hands toward Fairy Good Health): Wait, wait, 
Fairy Good Health! (scrambles out of bed and runs toward Fairy) Do not 
leave me. I heard what you said. I do not want to follow Giant Bad Health. 
I have done all the things that your Helpers say I did, and I am ashamed. 
If you will be patient with me just a little longer, I will try hard to obey your 
kind helpers. Teacher told me that they were always ready to help. I 
want to be a soldier for you. Will you let me try? (kneels before Fairy.)
Fairy Good Health (smiling and stretching her hand over Billy’s head): 
Arise, Billy Thole, you can be one of my best soldiers, if you will try, and one 
of the leaders of the fine army of boys and girls in your school. (Exit with 
Helpers.)
Billy’s Mother:(entering, surprised to see Billy kneeling in center of
floor) Billy, wake up! You have been walking in your sleep!
Billy (rubbing eyes): Mother! Mother! I have just been made a 
soldier by Fairy Good Health. She is so beautiful and so good. She makes 
everybody who knows her very happy. And mother, I am going to be one of 
the officers in the school army, because I intend to practice all the Health 
Rules.
	
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ANYCHILD 
(A health play)
By EDYTHE AND FAUN MILLER 

Characters

Experience, a girl of twelve or more, draped in white.
Anychild, a small child.
Fairy Good Health, in pink and green, with wings, halo, and wand. 
Mother Milk, draped in white.
Sunshine, in yellow dress with bells.
Pure Water, with draping of tinsel.
Fresh Air, in pale blue.
Cleantooth, dressed to represent a tooth, cardboard suggested.
Cleanliness Twins, two girls in white.
Group of children—small ones for the drill; others to represent the 
Cleanliness Fairies; a group of boys to give the Health Chores drill; another 
to sing the Yankee Doodle song.
Small boy dressed to represent a milk bottle on which is printed in large 
letters, “ONE QUART.”
Demon Ignorance, dressed in green.
Dame Dirt, in dark gray sack.
Master Coffee, in brown Brownie suit; appears very nervous. 
Pennycandy, in pink and white, the pink stripes of crepe paper running 
diagonally around her white dress.
Scamp Toothache, in a spotted clown suit, to represent decayed tooth. 
Dyspepsia, in a dark dress.
Grumble, in a man’s coat and hat which is pulled over his eyes; he has a 
black eye.

The Prologue

(Spoken by experience who stands or sits to one side stage.)

Gentles, I bid you all give ear 
Unto the play that follows here.
In House of Health the scene is laid;
Both good and evil will be played.
Fairy Good Health upon the stage 
Gives gentle counsels, true and sage,
Good Mother Milk, that purest food,
That both for young and old is good.
While Sunshine with her bells so sweet
Runs to and fro with nimble feet;
Her comrads, Pure Water and Fresh Air 
Will aid the House to make repair.
Cleantooth is always bright and gay,
And brings a group of folk to play.

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Before these friends of man, Alas!
Old Demon Ignorance will pass.
He’s followed by a motley crew,
Whose names are not unknown to you:
Dame Dirt; and, with his nerves ajump,
Comes Master Coffee; and a lump 
Of colored Pennycandy to make 
A place for painful Scamp Toothache.
Dyspepsia and Grumble you’ll behold,
And hear them loudly rage and scold.

Anychild who owns this House doth learn 
Which ones to love and which to spurn.
Full hard is this for her to do,
As we shall straightway show to you.

Experience am I, a teacher stem,
But of me every one must learn.
And I have come from far to pray 
A gracious hearing for our play.
To the scene that doth commence 
Beseech you give kind audience!

(Enter Anychild on last lines of Prologue with a group of small children 
who play games or drills. At conclusion children run off laughing and waving 
hands to Anychild who remains on stage.)
Enter Fairy Good Health)
F. G. H. (to Anychild)
This house is yours, dear Anychild,
Your House of Health it may be styled.
Oh, rule it well, and don’t forget.
What Fairy Good Health says: More great 
Is he who holds his health in thrall 
Than he who storms a city’s wall;
Beware what guests you entertain,
For those who come bring joy or pain;
If any knock who have no right 
Shut the door and lock it tight;
But welcome only the clean and true.
And now, dear Anychild, good-day to you. (Exit)
(Music. Enter Mother Milk and a group of girls in white, in simple waltz step; then they form into two lines at back of stage leaving Milk and Anychild center. Cleanliness Twins, Sparkling Water, Fresh Air, and Sunshine are in the group, and step forward when introduced.)
Milk: I am Mother Milk, so fresh and pure;
Cleanliness Twins are these. Be sure (Step forward and bow.) 
To keep them near, with Sparkling Water,
Pure Fresh Air, and Sunshine full of laughter.

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(Sunshine steps forward and gives a fancy dance)

Experience: No House of Health can stand upright 
Without the joys of these friends bright.

Enter small boy representing milk bottle, recites: 
The milk bottle never minds  
When you drink the milk away. 
It will soon be filled again 
For you to drink another day. (Exit.)

(Enter several small boys with fife and drum, who sing to tune of Yankee Doodle) 
One pint of milk is not enough  
For growing boys and girls, sir; 
The vitamines are short by half  
For growing boys and girls, sir. (Exit) 
(Children on back of stage sing, to tune of “Old Black Joe”:) 
(Written by Rosalie Turchie, Huntsville, Mo.)

O, milk is best for little girls and boys; 
O, milk will bring us good and healthful joys; 
So we want milk in every food we eat, 
To make us grow up strong and healthy for our land.

CHORUS: Give us milk! Give us milk! 
Oh give us more milk! 
To make us grow up strong and healthy for our and.

Oh, milk will give us pretty rosy cheeks, 
And we will gain eight ounces each four weeks, 
And if we’re sick, we’ll drink that much more milk, 
To make us grow up strong and healthy for our land.

CHORUS:

Experience Now, who is this that comes so still? 
’Tis Cleantooth with a toothbrush drill.

(Enter Cleantooth with a group of boys and girls who go through the  
following Health Chores drills to the tune of “Mulberry Bush”; or the same  
actions to the tune, “Did you Ever see a Laddie go this Way and That?”):

This is the way we wash our face, 
Wash our face, wash our face, 
This is the way we wash our face, 
So early every morning

This is the way we clean out hands, etc. 
Before we touch our food.

This is the way we brush our teeth, etc. 
Every night and morning.

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This is the way we drink our water, etc.
At least six glasses a day.

This is the way we comb our hair, etc.
So early in the morning.

This is the the way we walk to school, etc.
At eight every morning.

Nine is when we go to sleep, etc.
For ten hours till the morning. (Exit toothbrush Drill)

(Anychild, Sunshine, Milk, Cleantooth, Cleanliness Twins, Water, Fresh Air, on stage. Girls in white at back of stage.)
Experience: With such companions, pure and clean,
Anychild is proud to be seen. (Knocking heard outside.) 
But, lo! A knock! Without, a din.
Dame Dirt and Demon Ignorance: (knocking outside)
Oh, let us in! Please, let us in!
(Anychild starts to admit them, hesitates.)
Experience: Oh, Anychild, will you permit
To them an entrance all so quick?
Mind Fairy Good Health. Be alert!
’Tis Ignorance and old Dame Dirt.
For their Health Chores they have no care.
I warn you, Anychild, beware!
(Anychild finally opens door and admits Ignorance and Dirt. Cleanness fairies scream, cover their faces, and run from stage. Cleanliness Twins, Sunshine and others start to retreat. Low soft music.)
Experience: Cleanliness and Sunshine cannot stay:
If Dirt comes in, they must away.
(Anychild shows distress, holds out her hands toward Sunshine. But Sunshine sadly exits, followed by Cleanliness Twins and Cleantooth.)
Milk: Alas! dear child,if THESE abide,
My friends and I must quickly hide.
But though unseen, we’re always near;
And if you call, we’ll surely hear. (Exit)
(Anychild, Dirt, and Ignorance on stage.—)
Experience: Wherever Ignorance cometh in 
Ere long come others of his kin!
Master Coffee stimulant deals 
And Candy eaten between meals 
Loudly appeal to Anychild 
Whose House of Health they do, defile.
Coffee (sticks head through the window and calls loudly:)
Say, do you need amusement here?
I’ll entertain with antics queer.

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(Anychild nods and smiles. Coffee enters, turns somersaults or any 
other antics, and appears very nervous. Anychild laughs)

Pennycandy: (entering)
And here am I in pink and white,
Come, do I not bring delight? (Anychild nods)

Experience: Coffee and Candy sworn comrades are 
To the cross, the crabbed, and the sour.
They take the bloom and appetite 
And leave Anychild thin and white.
Now, lo! Another guest draws nigh.
’Tis old Scamp Toothache. Fie, oh, fie!

Toothache:	(entering holding cheek, and waving a record.)
Good Morrow, Ignorance and Dirt.
Do you know how many I have hurt?
My record’s very long this year—
I’m sure you want to see and hear.

(Shows record to Ignorance and Dirt. They laugh as they point to each 
name. Coffee falls asleep with mouth open, with feet sprawling.)

Toothache: Ah! Dyspepsia’s coming, too, (Enter Dyspepsia) 
She’ll be as pleased, I’m sure, as you!
(Shows record to Dyspepsia, and they all laugh)

Experience: How light they talk of children’s pain!
I wish Good Health were here again.
Alas! I hear old Grumble now,
Snarling and harsh his voice, I vow.

Grumble:(Entering limping, cane in hand)
I have trudged such a distance. Oh!
Every bone aches from head to toe. (Sits in chair)
I must seek a chair for ease. (Examines chair)
This one must have some disease (Goes to another)
This is crooked. (To another) And this too low.
Not one that’s right! Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh!

(Anychild follows him about, looking distressed. Dirt laughs at him, 
and Toothache chuckles.)

Grumble:	I shiver here. This House is drafty. (Closes window)
My throat is parched. I am thirsty.
(Anychild offers him a drink; he drinks, then throws cup on floor.) 
Anychild:	Are you contented now, Sir
Grumble:	No! Never in this world! Grrrr! (Threatening Anychild)
(Anychild wipes tear from her eye and comes down center) 
Experience: Listen, now, to Dyspepsia’s noise,
Muttering with her bold gruff voice.

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Dyspepsia: (bustling about stage, hands on hips)
Well! Well! Well! Now, I must say,
This is a pretty place today. (Sees candy)
Now, I ask what right has SHE?
To wear a gown so splendidly?
I fain would tear it off her back,
And make her wear a dull gray sack.

(Dyspepsia chases Candy, stumbles over Coffee’s outstretched feet,
and boxes his ears.)

Dyspepsia: Perchance a boxing on the ear
Will prove to you who’s master here.

(Coffee jumps up and there is general confusion.)

Anychild:	(Crying)
Alas! why did I fail to heed 
Those friends who well knew my need?
Good health, I humbly call to thee!
Dear Milk and Sunshine, come to me,
And bring Pure Water and Fresh Air,
And all my other friends so fair.
Of my Health House, come, be my guests 
And help to rid me of these pests.

Mother Milk: (Outside)
Dear Anychild! You called my name!
I’ll come to you, and cast no blame.

The Others: I am coming! And I! And I!

Fairy Good Health: By your Health House I am always nigh.

Cleantooth: (Bounding in with whip in hand)
Out! Ignorance! Dame Dirt, Away! (Exit Ignorance and Dirt) 
Toothache: What’s this? Whose voice is that, I say?
Grumble: (Hastening out) And as for me, I will not be slow. (Exit) 
Cleantooth and Cleanliness Twins: Dyspepsia, Coffee, Scamp Tooth-
ache go! (Exit)
Toothache: Cleantooth comes. Ere with me he deals,
I will betake me to my heels. (Cleantooth kicks him out) 
Candy: (Smirking toward Anychild and clinging to her)
You surely will not put me out!
Am I not sweet to have about?
Mother Milk: (To Anychild)
Anychild, your choice must make.
Think well, my dear. Which will you take?
(Anychild hesitates, then makes gesture of dismissal to Candy, takes 
Mother Milk by hand, and walks down stage)

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Candy:(going)
Good riddance, then to you,
And to your Health House, too. (Flounces out)

Experience: Now, Child, you’ve learned to guard the door.
See that these foes come no more.
Live so that in your House may be 
Milk and Sunshine continuously.
Keep Fairy Good Health’s friends with you,
To help you grow both strong and true.

(All joins hands with Anychild in the middle, bow to the audience, to 
each other, and stand at back of stage. Soft music.)

The Epilogue

Experience: Gentles, ye see the play is done,
The lights are out, the actors gone;
Anychild knows her House of Health 
Is worth far more than worlds of wealth.
Ye have learned our lessoning:
What Ignorance and Dirt can bring.
From Coffee and Cheap Candy turn,
And Toothache and Dyspepsia spurn.
But milk and all her friends invite 
To be your guests and bring delight.
Thus shall your House well guarded be.
Here ended our philisophy.

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