But Jack Frost Crept on to this Page

Press, Volume LXXIV, Issue 22467, 30 July 1938, Page 5 (Supplement)

But Jack Frost Crept on to this Page

THE MISCHIEVOUS PAINTER

HE LEAVES A PICTURE

Now Jack Frost was a mischievous little boy, and he lived with his mother . and father at “Snow Lodge.” At night when everybody had gone to bed and the birds to rest, Jack would quietly steal out with his magic lantern and paint box. Oh. what a busy time he had, painting the grass, trees, and houses. , , . He made an excellent job of the windows, <ts he liked to surprise

the children when they wakened up in the morning. Beautiful ferns and flowers decorated the panes, but alas, when 'the sun rose over the hills and shone down upon them they melted and disappeared. —BETTY CARPENTER (aged 10), A. 8., A.8.H., Prebbleton.

Jack Frost has made our honey so hard. We can hardly cut it out of the tin. —ALISON TAGGART (aged 6).

THE ARTIST

Master Jack Frost, wherever he goes. Puts chilblains on our fingers and toes, He makes pictures on window panes. But never when it snows or rains. He comes at night when we’re asleep. And through our window has a peep, He simply hates the shining sun, Because he melts the work he’s done. —GERALDINE DENNIS (aged 9), Hororata R.M.

That cold Jack Frost ha* found us out, At night, like a prowler, he wanders about. The grass he paints so dazzling white, The trees all glisten, a wonderful sight. On window-panes he plays fine games With fairies, wee men, trees, and plains;

Though he nips our fingers and our toes, Our poor old ears and our tiny nose, We don’t mind that, not even all those. If he leaves us a picture before he goes, No artist can paint a sight so fair As the dazzling one Jack Frost leaves there. -LORNA STACKHOUSE, A. 8., L.B.H. (aged 10), 61 Junction road, Middleton.

MAGIC

On a winter’s night, When stars are bright. Jack Frost is working. With all his might. When morning dawns. He has powdered the lawns,

With magic sprinkling, From hoary horns. —LESLIE McALEER , .Uged II), Morvea.