The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-05-05

"Oh, I'd give anything if after the children were asleep l could get out and see what other folks are doing. I would feel so fresh for the next day. One never tires of duty then. It is a pleas ure to watch our own little flowers grow, but if we don't have some recrea ton we are apt to get in rut, and be incapable of doing our best.
 We are just creatures of habit, we mothers. the men can get off any old time, and have such good excuse
 business'-and when they come home they are so tired except for the paper and then to sleep. I would, for ono be so glad to have one evening off like the nurses"
 This is the woman's side of life. She loves her duties but she really needs "a little spice of recreation to give of her best.
 Tn the first instance the man has his business down town, sees his friends and transacts his duties without so many details, and his home coming Is q diversion--if he loves his home The woman hopes for the pleasures with her husband with an occasional outside en- tertainment and If they fail to observe tie need of this recreation she becomes
 rJly weary
 Home making is a privilege and must be a pleasure to both-each day de-
 
 Both men and women lack little courtesies- that would mean so much to the other. There Is no lack of senti- ment. just thoughtlessness, with no in- tontion of neglect, but the fact that each human likes and wants attention makes the forgetting wound. There are so many thorns and thistles in every Journey through life, to prick and tear. that we should look for the path that carries one around the jags, and can only do so by kindly helping the other.
 Home Is the natural center of wom- ans life. It's environments are her na tive care, but that home is barren un- less 1t has the sunshine thrown in at some hour each day-a sunshine that carries the message to the heart and recreation to the body and mind
 There is no hour like the dawn of well spent day at home. The garments are made and mended, the busy hours have been spent in work of love, and when the twilight peeps in and the lit tie folks have been tucked to sleep, then tie mother has her real rest--she re- change from the play grounds, if only a visit across the street to neighbor. women and men talk (though man do not admit their share) and as they do so, it is so easy to photograph their thoughts. but so hard to frame in words the real IeellnS or Il lonelN lire, as you soc each one graspng at some change that Is needed to make their own life complete. And then after one has solved their own problems is their work finished? Not yet, The infu- ence of conquered self is an example needed for others who have started over .he same grounds
 Life is filled with so much that is beautiful it Is but a waste of time to observe the little ripples-duty some- times burdens the muscles and energies with but the effort to face it cheer fully must be a great reward. The in- dividual who makes q virtue of neces- sity and puts heart and soul into the constant obligations for the sake of loved ones, has the consciousness of do- Ing their best-has happiness Then they can look to the great, broad world, the frets and frowns of others with # sympathetic and appreciative critic ism.
 If we have peace within ourselves we can leave the balance to destiny. Conscience is the souls dictator. 1t eff fleets the affairs of man. The storms that follow usually subside with a calm. and the Knowledge of having done ones best is as the beautiful scenery on the mountain. Happiness 10 reflect upon. the very stiffness of the wood lands whisper peace. perfect peace, each swaying branch carries a message from nature, and as the dew drops from the Fragrant leaves they are missions to another earth of the gratitude for the Gublimity of creation.