The Birmingham age-herald., 1910-01-23
"A primrose by a rivers brim A yellow primrose was to him And nothing more"

l would be surprised to know that he did not crush it under his feet with a curse.
 Do you know this individual? God suffers him to exist in all sec tions of the beautiful world. We can not understand why Perhaps as hor- rible example-a warning to those with embryo grouches-that even a forced smile is better than a growl.
 For want of better name I will call the subject of this sketch a "snarl." !" It is said that there is nothing in a name but I believe there is. Suppose, to digress for a moment. you try to find in the English or any other Ian guage better name for the Hog" The Rose" the "Jackass'' and the'Dily'' mean all their names imply and no other names would suit them.
 So the name 'Snarr' fits exactly the in- dividual am trying to describe and with whom every reader is familiar.
 He has no poetry in his soul-if he has a soul. His heart is a small, flab- by bag that squirts carbolic acid through thready veins. His touch Is cold and his voice is rusty and cracked.
 He is easily recognizable in a crowd If he happens to get hemmed in a crowd. He avoids human contact. The laugh ter of children grates on his nerves and music puts him in a rage.
 The odor of flowers Is poison to his nostrils while a wortlans smile is the acme of hatefulness and deceit. The sunshine of heaven has no warmth for his clamny soul and the stars are so many evidences of the wasted energy of whatever unknown power led to the happening of things"
 If he had the power he would pour vitriol in the petals of the rose and drape the moon in mouring. He would pune ture the gauge of the golden sunset and besmear the blue of heaven with mud He would crush the sacredness of con- jugal affection into powder and choke forever the spark of divine hope that sustains the human race.
 Yet the "Snar1 is permitted to walk about on the face of the earth in the disguise of a chosen creature of the Divine Optimist.
 Mechanically he absorbs some of the sunshine, the warmth and the other blessings that God bestows on the good and the bad alike but never gives any thing In return. If kind word or smile ever breaks through his adaman- tine exterior 1t is a '1apsus intendi'' and he repents it with a curse.
 During the past few days the writer of this department has received a mum Der of letters from people who are in terested in the science or theory of men tai telepathy to which the writer de- voted some attention some time ago.
 All these letters are interesting. Most of them are personal and not intended for pubics stion. Most of them deal with personal experiences that are too sacred for the public ito gaze upon but all add weight to the established fact that the human mind has powers beyond our comprehension.
 The mind somehow has the power to reach out and grasp things of which we have no tangible knowledge, forsee things that have not yet happened and compre- hend the minds of others.
 Only the severely practical man who tries to explain every phenomenon, by some mathematical rule of established sci- ence denies the fact of mental telepathy I have had one or two-letters along this line but they are burdened with moro broad denial than sound argument. They offer no argument that will hold against the positive experiences of thousands of people.
 One of the most interesting letters I have is from a woman of culture who