The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1912-06-27
MISS PETUNIA ANGELFACE
AND THE MAJOR CHAT ABOUT
LOVE, LIFE AND. PLAY
How Things Generally Balance ThemsevesIn All Walks of
Life it Works Beautifuly-Lft it Out of the Personal
Class-What DR. Woods Hutchinson Has to Say
About Play-Always Gives Good Advice
BY DOLLY DALRyMPLE

morning paper she related, about a
lot of people up in New Jersey or
somewhere who have banded them
selves together with solemn vows never
to marry-to discourage love and all
that Is sweet in life--ft used TO make
me sad. But now I have gotten so 1
Just turn over the paper right quick,
and I'm sure to find another story, big
ger by far, about a crowd of people
somewhere else who have banded them
selves together to encourage Just what
the others are trying to discourage
Now, for instance, the other morning
read of a bunch OF folks who had
vowed to pay an enormous fine II any
one of them ever marries. While just
a little later read of a club that had
been formed in Trenton. N. j., called
the Cupid's wing Club"
II wonder why all those matrimonial
organizations always hail from New
Jersey?" unused the Major. "Cupid's
Wing Club Is it a dancing organiza-
tion besides being matrimonially IN
clned?"
NO, indeed" replied Miss Petunia.
1T has a serious and very high motive.
Primarily, 1T was formed to marry all
the maidens about the premises of
Trenton to all the stray and lonely
bachelors roaming around promiscu-
ously."
LONELY bachelors" the Major repeated.
not ironically, but interestedly.
"They don't really know how lovely
they are" Miss Petuhia proceeded, "un-
til they have tried what beautiful thing
1t is to be married Then, too, the Cupid
Wing Club aims to stamp out gossip
and divorce from the state Of New Jersey
entirely"
I'VE may yet hear from New Jersey"
the Major meditated. 81 highly agree with
the encouragement of home industries.
New Jersey men ought to marry New Jer-
sey women, just as Alabama men ought
to marry Alabama women"
'.Why?' asked Miss Petunia.e
Because both are home products, OF
the same state" the Major fenced adroit-
ly. Ibid you see the Ben Ali Haggin por-
trait of Mary Garden when you were In
New York recenty?"
Miss Petunia saw that he was "hedg-
ing"
"Real1y it was lovely" he went on, and
by the way, when 1 was coming down on
the train the other day L CHANGED upon
an article in a magazine from our friend.
DR.. Woods Hutchinson"
what is he talking about now?" asked
Miss Petunia, accepting the fact that the
Major had "sidetracked' her.
Says we don't play enough in our
work. the Major quoted. Perhaps those
1uplu WING CiuD ptOple nave ldheIl HIS
advice and organized that club accord
ipgly."
Don't get sarcastic. Major" Miss Pc
tunia defended IT doubt not that those
people are very much in earnest. They
even up things, make things balance
themselves, just as 1 said in the begin
ming, and they are trying to make peo-
pie see the rainbow possibilities Of life and
its environments"
Fat oil al
row is glittering land of promise as we
see 1t; today is duh hued and gloomy. It
should not be so at all"
II love s. Il. Kisers 'Sonnets to a
Bell Boy don't you?" Miss Petunia asked.
Particularly the one in which the infat-
uated youth who adores the actress stop
ping at the hotel where he works, saves
up his tips, and buys 40 cents worth of
pansies to send to the footlight queen. She
forgets to thank him for them and man
like, of course, he wished he had his 40
cents back But on the second thought
he sums up the situation in this phio-
sophie manner: fHsl
!" Any way, got my moneys wuth, fer
l was GLAD
"Then following this UP, he soliloquizes:
Whenever a person gets gay dreaming
about something that never could come
true it Is wuth whatever 1t may cost him,
because it's something that can't be took
away. It's in your system and belongs
to YOU
isn't that splendid?
Miss Petunia was seized with a sudden
attack of stiffness, and she was enjoying
it to the utmost.
"All of which balances things" she
unused presently.
You're right" the Major answered.
There's a thorn for every rose, some
body says, but amt the roses sweet? It's
a good philosophy that bids us so live that
while we're up we'll forget we've ever
been down. Don't you think so?'
j. p. Colvert of Hot Sprinks, Ark, as
maid of honor. Mrs. Colvert wore an
imported white embroidered robe over
blue, and carried pink roses. Mr.. j. p.
Colvert, an uncle of the BRIDE gave