The age-herald., 1902-03-03
STORIES OF PEOPLE,
 AND QUEER INCIDENTS
BY HOMER GEORGE.

One of the most remarkable men I know is Mir. Frank Love of Selma I have run against him In many places and he always knew more persons than any other man in the crowd. Or for that mat ter, I have never seen any man, any where, who knew so many persons. More than knowing faces he is never at loss in calling names-given names too.
 MT. Loves remarkable ability in this respect has been the subject of comment among his friends for years. All envy him his ability or perhaps gift it is. His easy manner of making acquaintances has also been a source of envy to his friends. Many have argued 1t was a matter of cultivation with him, but he says not so. In talking about it he said;
 Tt must be natural gift with me. If not cannot explain it. In recalling the names and faces of men whom I have met in a casual manner say three years back, there Is no effort on my part They seem to come to mind just as easily as does the name of man whom have seen every day. For instance, you will observe, by looking down the street, that 8 man who is stranger here Is ap- preaching.
 q know him. His name Is So-and-so. I have not seen him for seven years; and in the long ago I barely knew him. He was an express messenger on a train which passed through here. But watch me talk to him. He may not recall me, but that does not hinder my renewing the | friendship or rather acquaintanceship in the most natural manner" Sure enough as the man approached Love stepped up and spoke to him as naturally as if he had seen him only a week ago. It took the former railroad man several minutes to recall Love. but he was then happy to see him again. And so it was with several others who passed.
 MT. Love has travelled extensively throughout the country, living in New York and various places in the South. He has met thousands of drummers and other commercial men. The names and l faces of all he has remembered and not a day passes in Selma but that he again meets some old pal of months, possibly years ago.
 l That quality termed taste Is very peculiar inside feeling. It is the cause of more comment possibly than any one other thing in the world-except wrong doing. I mean comment of a nature not always complimentary. It might be called l gossip under other circumstances. One l hears so much of 1t on the streets and 1 in the homes of friends when one goes visiting that one nearly always thinks of it.
 l was in the humor to criticise at the Jefferson Theatre Thursday night. The cause was the appearance of the fat wo- man of the company in the second act when the wife and relatives of supposed Don Medgna go to the prison to mourn over his early-to-come death. This wo- man was dressed as correctly as any mourner ever was as far as the black and white gown and thick veil goes. But she wore bright, shining tan shoes.
 And 1t struck me as incongruous that these shoes should be worn at this time. all other visible clothing being the staid black and white decreed for such occa- 1 sions by fashion. A friend with me com mented upon the same incident, which simply goes to show that possible care less act in dress may cause untold crit icism.
 | The dry humor which may creep into the very dry examinations for licenses of teachers who want to do professional work was the subject of conversation between piano salesman, a book com pany representative and myself few | Livingston and Eutaw. Many incidents | of the sort were told by the salesman, | and finally the bookman told one. He | said:
 "One of the most touching displays of incompetency and ignorance came to my attention a few days ago in Black Belt county. Papers in answer to ques- tions were being examined when one was struck strikingly more pitifu than all others. One error in spelling which I will never forget was the spelling of God with a small j. as j-o-d.
 When I laughed at 1t I could not but express sympathy for the poor fellow who did 1t.
 l l was out with good-natured John Har- rington, the Alderman, last night. With him was another friend with whom he was always doing the jolly act. Finally 1 he said to his friend:
 Don't tell another joke, or else will arrest you. I am an Alderman. you | know"
 That reminds me-" his friend replied, l "of the two Irishmen coming over fresh | from the green fields of the old country. They had big fight en route, which was kept up for several days. Finally one of l the big fellows said:
 "'Begorra. you just wait until I get | to New York. I will arrest you then, for | am going to be a policeman "'Oh. you will, I suppose. Will you? | We'll I guess not. for when I get to New | York am going to be an Alderman. And 1 will trade so you cannot get the job
 Thus the born feeling of the Irishman cropped out even before he reached America"
 THE LESSON OF IT.