The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-11-03

the vast commissary of great city is converging on the markets, thronged by the rising and ebbing tides of those who go to their work and return from it jostling in the crowded hours, sud denly empty in mid-eve as the tide sweep strips the estuary of it's water and full again when the theatres empty. He knows the streets of dan ger full of news and the streets of safety full of newspaper readers, com fort clogged. He comes to have an instinct as to the trail of news he dis covers, as perhaps no other man does how often the intelligent, the educated the well bred and the advantaged, are dull and hackneyed by a safe life, and how keen and swift and quick comes to be the great guerilla horde that knows the street as its hunting ground aLd wins by wits and not by work"
 Isn't it a wonderful pen picture?"
 ITO me it is the joy of New York to come in contact with such men and such minds I do not care copper for the Plaza, the Waldorf-Astoria and Atlantic City with it's throngs of idle. empty rich. Give me contact with people who love thought and do think. Who have felt. who have done things Personalities. People with essence with the compelling power of character. and who have brains Who can carry you with them Into their active and passionate thought life. besides which other things seem tame and color less By the way. one day when I was working particularly hard at the Univer- sity looking for some data for an Oriental play that had need to write. I noticed a very lovely woman sitting near me, ap- parently on research bent, as was Pres ently we began to chat. and who do you suppose she turned out to be? The dancer, Rttth boco I friends and I found her to be a very charming and cultured woman.'
 Did you sec much of Edwin Mark ham's family?'
 Yes indeedl I'd gather what I could from study of the citys masses of human ity, then I'd take my little budget of 'pickings' across the bay. where my cousin lives, and talk things over with him. Tell him my plots (dramatic) and treasure beyond words his criticisms. One always loves him with loftier views There's a gentle, simple majesty about him that calnls and rests-an overflow, as 1t were. of unconscious spiritual force. It Is impossible to estimate what he has done for me-
 Tell me about his family I suggested
 His wife and Virgil. a splendid boy of l' years, are the only members" she told me.
 by tHe WHY, l nave a picture or the Little theatre. and Winthrop Ames it's owner. MT. Ames is younger than the other managers. His Little theatre seats 299, Roy McCardell tells me."<
 Pardon me, but how did you come to know him? Was it when he was in Br- mingham with The e-Herald?'' I asked.
 No, knew him in New York. He is an intimate personal friend of some of my relatives. He is from Cumberland, Md, and his fathers family still live in that city, He, you might say, grew up In my cousin, Mir. Averett's, office Mr. Averett is owner and editor of the Cum berland Times. Mir. lMcCardell marred the loveliest Dublin girl. and in their beautiful home in New Rochelle they keep open house. He has four children three daughters and boy of o. Alice, his second girl, is violinist of great promise. Dunbar and I spent our week-ends alter nately with them and the Edwin Mark hams at Staten Island, Mrs. McCarden IS beautiful woman, lovely hostess and the center of an ideal hospitality. You literally meet everybody at their week ends worth knowing. from Eddie Foy (who Is a neighbor and chum of Mir. Me- Cardell to Cardinal John Farley. the great Prince of the Church. Their house Is