The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-09-04
THE E"PINK-HEADED" MAN HAS SOMETHING TO SAY ABOUT
 LIFE'S ANGLE OF VISION
The Different Viewpoints That We Have of the Same Thing The Commercial Sense Our Cook Lady,, the Frivolous Girl and What the Man Said About Freckles-The
 Dedication of Book-Its Import
By DOLLY DALRYMPLE

of us see things or people from the same angle? You know I've been thinking it's about people just as it is about apples and playing Halma and Jack Stones?"
 "It Is the Pink Headed man asse- yerated solemnly. Exactly"
 And when we say. I don't see what So-and-So can see in his to love- or What is there about her to captivate his fancy when the worlds so full of lovely girls?' We don't stop to con sider the others point of view" Miss Petunia suggested. You see, every thing depends upon the other per sons viewpoint. They see the beloved object, from an angle that we don't get"
 And maybe" the Pink Headed man said, growing serious for a moment, "the eyes of affection are life's real | rose-colored glasses. l remember once reading a book that was absolutely no good, except as far as the Dedication of 1t was concerned. It was a lot of travel yarns that some fellow had told 1 in a deadly stupid way, but he re- deemed himself by dedicating the vol umes to his Mother. If l remember correctly, it read like this: "'Mother will read this book through two pairs of glasses. One will mag
 nifty it's virtues. the other will dimin- 1 ish it's defects. Therefore, it is low ingly inscribed to HER." "If the world saw us through a Mothers glasses" Miss Petunia re- | flected, leach of Us would be won derful, beautiful. gorgeous apple or chard. None of us would be dwarf lit
 tie trees, living along an empty and useless life. mothers eyes ALWAYS
 understand WHY the worst little bush
 of the lot didn't develop along the
 same lines as the Prize Tree in the or
 chard."
 "Yes, probably so" he agreed "A
 mother doesn't think of us ever in a commercial or utilitalian sense. Prob ably the mother orchard justifies the idlest little old tree in it's confines i by explaining that it gives the love- Hest shade of them aTl.''
 (Which reminds me of a little story
 that came to me not long ago." Miss
 Petunia observed. 'It was about a girl
 who was so terribly freckled that she didn't know what to do, and friend | of hers was going to visit in a place
 where one of her old sweethearts l lived and she felt sure the visitor
 would tell him about her freckles and
 we all know the masculine attitude | toward them and this girl had always been sensitive about her freckles.' I (Which reminds me- the Pink Head
 ed man interrupted, "of a line I read
 yesterday of Browning's, where he
 spoke of a maid who had face all
 fawn dappled with light Translated
 into plain old English he would prob
 ably have called her frecked faced eh?"
 ], But to finish my story" Miss Pe- | tunia continued, "the girl DID go to | visit in the town where the other
 girls old sweetheart lived and, of
 course, he asked great deal about i her When the visiting girl got ready l to leave the man went down to the
 train with her and as he was bidding
 her Goodbye she asked him what mes
 sage she must take to the other girl, l "'Give my love to Betty. he sad as he held her hand in parting, and
 tell her still adore every little freckle
 on her nose
 | Now
 wasn't that viewpoint that we lhad hardly consdered?'