in 27, and 111 were cured and left the sanatorium.

The days pass slow and heavy, with their long, monotonous hours! The patient feels his distance from his family and his home, and his longing for them; his nerves grow taut and sometimes flare up! And yet he sees around him nothing but cheerful, patient faces that help him toward recovery and toward bearing his pains.

Often some patients feel, after their cure, that they too must help lighten the sufferings of the afflicted, and they stay on at the sanatorium to serve the sick, forgetting the outside world in the flood of their joy at being able to help others, having learned for themselves the worth of such help.

To lighten the weight of the slow, heavy days with their long hours, the administration tries to entertain the patients, sometimes showing them motion-picture films despite

the cost. One benefactor presented a projector after visiting the sana-torium and sensing the importance of this side of things. Reading in the sanatorium's library helps to entertain the patients, as do quiet games and listening to the radio!

How long the hours are for a man who cannot move; how long the days and the months while he waits — waits for recovery.

How long they are while he feels alone, far from the world!

And yet, how beautiful they are when a man feels that he is not for-gotten in his pain. There is someone watching over his comfort; there, far off in the world, is someone who thought of sending him a radio, of sending a book, of sending a woolen sock! He is not alone! There is someone thinking of him!

How strong man is, at times!

How strong, when he believes in man and in the values of humanity!