The Birmingham age-herald., 1907-05-12

piles they rolled around the country in the most modern motor cars. After the war with Spain, when Americans were still wondering what kind of country they had acquired from Spanish control in the Orient, the Brownies went to the Philippines, travelled all over those islands and told the children of the United States all about the archipelago.
 In the Brownies, MT. Cox also has been able to depict human nature in a way which has made them peculiarly interest ing to both old and young. He has made them represent various types of humanity and endowed each with personality of his own. There is the Brownie dude, for example, who always appears in silk hat and swallow tail coat, and who frequent ly becomes the butt of ridcule because of his overweening vanity There is also the Brownie policeman, whose character istics are much like the blue coat of real life; the Brownie soldier With his mil- tary strut; pedantic school teacher; the rough and tumble clown, the palavering Irishman, the sly Turk. There is Brownie representative for nearly every vocation, creed and nationality, and they all have done so many things that the stories of their deeds now fill seven large volumes.
 There is poetic side to the creator of the modern Brownie, which should
  Cox written enough rhymes in narrating the adventures of his fairy folk to com prise an epic twice the length of the Ilaid. but he has written much verse on other themes, which promises long to sur vive it's author. Simpleness of thought is combined with such rare freedom of fancy and kindliness of humor in his best poetry that it refreshes the mind, no matter what may be one's mood.
 Tale of Two Travellers.
 These characteristics are shown in some degree in the following poem, en- titled, "Tnc Two Travellers"
 In bygone times it came to pass, A tall giraffe and a dwarfish ass AS fellow travellers, side by side, Were jogging through a country wide. The ass was much inclined to smile At his companions awkward style, His great long legs to criticise-
 And at his neck express surprise In short, to spare no cruel hit
 Whereby he might display his wit. But as they moved the region through The vegetation scarcer grew,
 Until upon the sterile ground
 But little else than stones were found: And only on the tallest trees
 Grew aught that could their hunger ease. And there with famine worn away, The hungry ass was forced to stay And watch his comrade eat the fruit A dozen feet above the root.
 "Ah me- he cried, "no more I'll chaff, Nor at your neck and figure laugh. In truth, I find now, after all,
 I'd give my ears to be as tall"
 Personally Mir. Cox affords the observer no clue to the merry creations of his mind He does not look like the man bn hoe afcd Ina, ies. He is tall and dignfed, with a re- serve of manner due to his modesty. At the time he travelled with the theatrical production of the Brownies he often was mistaken for a Presbyterian minister. Though quiet of manner, he is charming conversationalist. When he speaks his gray eyes beam with merriment. He Is still bachelor.
 Mir. Cox is now GA years old, but his devotion 10 his Brownies shows no sign of Tagging. He still finds new fields for their activities. new achievements. new sports, new adventures. In the summer he lives in a big, castlelxe house near his native town of Granby, and in the winter at East Quoag, l.. L, where. in se- clusion, he works unceasrngly. Though he has a studio in New York, he prefers lonely East Quoag, and would rather live there as the sole guest of the Pine View House than amid the rush and roar Of tHe iHSlIpollS.
 Mir Cox often says that there is a restfulness of living by the sea in the winter time which enables him to work with especial viSor. One has all the advantages of an ocean voyage as he once expressed it. while walking around comfortably at home. You look over the rail and see the water either side of you, and if storms come up you do not have to hurry below to dose yourself with impossible cures for seasickness. And it Is such satisfaction when you wake up in the night and hear the ruffled ocean believing on the shore. You turn over in bed for another sleep and smile the smile of the blessed at the thought that there is no danger of being thrown out of bed through contact with a reef or because of the ship settling on some hid den rock. Nor do you ned the Marconi system to keep you in touch with the world you have left behind. You get your semidaily mall and your morning newspaper and you are happy"