The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-11-21
Four Million Dollar Postoffice For
 Birmingham That Sounds Mighty Good
Two Fifty Per Day for Policemen Birmingham That
 Sounds Mighty Bad

Ezzie said; Son what are you crying abeut2'' told him that Pa worked me all day, kept me awake half of the night talking George Washington to me- and then beat on me because I told the truth, and Uncle Ezzie said you should tell the truth aonly on certain occasions and while he was about to convert me along that line they all filed out of the dining room and the preacher handed me a nice knife, and I appreciated it more than l now would the Birmingham trust x Savings Bank. So every body can knock all they want to- I am going to tell the truth about the police department
 One old politician said to me: What are you after? Do you want to be city commissioner l answered Foolish questions: who ever heard of a business man and prohibtionst being elected city commissioner? always side with the preachers right or wrong, but | cannot il their criticism of our faithful policemen
 got stuck in a mud hole and a boy eame along and willingly helped me out, thanked him, and he told me. to give my thanks 10 the Birmingham policemen that they worked for thanks, and for me to quit kiddfag and pay for the service rendered s'p let's get together, quit cuff kidding and Apay our policemen [ i.nawf att cid 1arnfer once that tried to work bis plew-horse on promises, and a,le old nag got to where she couldn't .lnd wouldn't go about like tsie police ae- partment is now. Then he tied q bnndle of fodder six inches in advance or tho horses nose, and the poor old horse plowed herself nearly to death until she found she could mot reach the fodder then baked, so if the city is too stiugy to pay their policemen, let's make them promise, and not suffer Birmingham 10 longer be a picnic ground for Durgiars rDfA able to see Il town like Birmingham with q handful of policemen making about S25Q day. If you were an outlaw end We're looking for city to operate in. what would you think of Birmingham? Fl am no speaker and not much Of a writer, but any man who will come in the open and say that s125 a month is too much for city policeman, l can make him look like % cents.
 When I was a boy my older brother used to beat me on the slightest provo cation, If any of the other children broke a plate, Bud beat me for that, go one day Bud and l were down in the field picking cotton, and I told Bud that thought my girl was prettier than his had no more than said it when Bud made a pass at me, and in doing ss8 be- came entangled in his lSnap suck. and cotton stalks and fell. I jumped on him and the more Bud tried to get iIp the more entangled he became. Then it. vas my time 10 beat Bud for everything I could think of.' Bud had been so avel- bearing that none of the cotton pickers would pull me off The point is that "Jiv- cry dog has his day"
 A man asked if any of the policemen were not satisfied why didn't they take up some other kind of work" but it must be borne ill mind that when a policeman remains long enough in office to become proficient he likewise becomes incompe- tent to do other work.
 read in the paper the other day where brave fireman had been killed under failing walls.' leaving wife and five children, with a home two-thirds paid for. At last accounts the generous pub- lie had contributed s25 to the relief of the widow and the orphans. There is so much in the papers here lately about white slavery, murderers burglaries, rob beries and twenty thousand dollar dani- age suits, until 1t almost makes tne paper smell bad.
 I read myself to sleep the otlier night, about what a certain lady with an en- larged heart was doing for the uplift of working girls. A few days later I saw that same lady drive up to one of ths big stores in fine automobile, go in and be waited on by a & week girl. l have forbidden my wife trading at any store that works girls for 8 week. will cut this short. as it costs about 50c an inch.. but I am going to continue to throw stones until there is yelp.
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