Winging cheerily against the whitened landscape 



THE CHEERFUL CHICKADEE 



THE world would be rather a dull and dolo- 

 rous place without a certain type of jovial 

 person who leavens the lump in any com- 

 munity. Such a person my grandmother would 

 have described as "a cheerful little body." The 

 "cheerful little bodies" greet you with a smile, they 

 sing or whistle at their work, they are frankly curi- 

 ous about your affairs, and as frankly sympathetic. 

 They belong to the limited company of the immor- 

 tals who get up cheerful, who can take an interest in 

 life before breakfast, and are still interested after 

 dinner. Needless to say, they are in good health, 

 and very often inclined to a certain placid and pleas- 

 ant plumpness. In a word, they are the human 

 chickadees. 



Everybody who knows anything at all about 



