The Birmingham age-herald., 1911-03-12
he morning, isn't an interesting hour at

the morning, isn't an interesting hour at all.
 Nothing happens then except cooks and furnace men and generally sleepy-headed maids, yawning with the boredom of hav- ing awakened to another stupid day. But listen! You hear a little whistle; it's the postman and everything changes; the whole street seems to sit up and take notice. Perhaps there's letter from your "F airy Prince or maphap 1t is legal document telling you of the death of an unknown grand aunt, who has left you all her worldly possessions The postman's coming starts off ths breakfast hour which isn't one of the really Illuminating hours of the day, say what you may. Taken in bed or at table, breakfast isn't anything but-just breakfast. One don't take food at breakfast be- cause one wants 1t, but just because It's a sensible beginning. We take it because 1t Is good for us to eat something be- fore we start out in this cold, cold world whether to work or to shop or to visit. One needs to be fortified against any of these three lines of human endeavor. Then comes a delicious period of the day-when the sun comes pouring in through the windows on the ferns and the flowers sitting about, and the little gold fishes play in their little glass homes and look like "Old Sol' has just polished the scales of their flshy little backs. and the cat lies full length dog ing before the fire-sleepy after won derful night out under the stars where she has been proving around in dear knows whose back yard. When she rubs hal dirfv a 0ai and purrs with half closed eyelids and you know her soul is waxing confidential. If she could she would tell you about what Haroun al Raschid life one may lead even in the stupidest of streets if one only happens to be cat and alive to opportunities. r
 Those two hours after breakfast! How full of joy and color they are! The cook Is in the kitchen cluttering her pans and kettles with prodigious import ance and bestowing the most unneces- sary amount of attention upon an unim- portant grape fruit rind and coffee grounds-while you sit and-loll!
 And then. too, this is the busy hour upstairs, when the beds are made and you couldn't any more get into your own room than you could barricade a fortress, besides, the bed linen is all over every thing your poor little commonplace bed spread Is arranged on a chair like a gorgeous covering at church bazaar, and so you just sit and read your morn ing paper in the library and catch the headlines of the story of the man who Is to be hanged for murdering his wife, and you get very sorry that the gentleman was so unpleasantly brutal as to mur- der the one woman he swore to love and protect and 50 you pass on to the ad- yertisements of faces and Ambroideries and finger longingly. and again turn the paper and read about the latest Victrola records and how Caruso is singing his first song in English. and Emmy Des- tim Is warbling Puccini and Mascagni like a Tennessee thrush. pf
 Then come the hours of II and 12. which are nice. respectable virtuous hours--for shopping and attending to businessrhoth horrid bores. and then comes another of those eating hours! Hsa