The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-08-21
Polly and Enjoy Seeing Humanity
 ct Capitol Park Band Concert
All Sorts and Conditions of MenAnge Faced Angelo and His Dreamy Eyes-snatches of Conversation-of All Things You Know, What Had You Rather Be in Your
 Next Rencarnation?- ?-The Answer
By DOLLY DALRYMPLE

It is at the Park Band Concerts that you can study humanity at its best.
 At least so Polly and l concluded the other evening.
 It was after we had jumped off the car that had carried us to Capitol Park and we had groped our way among the lovers that lined the winding paths, finally reaching a good vantage point and listened for two unremitting hours to MT Nappi and his commendable Band
 There was one thing that struck Polly and me about the Capitol Park Band Concert audiences, and that is the way they are seated.
 This observation may give the inn pression to the uninitiated that there are reserved seats," ushers and standing room at Capitol Park only just as there aro at Grand Opera. which is very far from the truth though you may per chance see a black satin gown here and there cut decn.Stte and brilliants may flash from ebelorately arranged coiffures, yet in spite of all this, DEMOCRACY reigns.
 The audience chooses to sit mostly on the grass and bask in the beautiful strains of music, or else languish about on the Park benches. while the large ma jority promenades and pirouettes about the REAL music lovers, grouping near the band stand and eagerly drinking in the soft cadenoes
 Angelo was among the music lovers It was Polly who called my attention to him and gave him his name.
 Because he looks so much like an an- gel, Dolly" this romantic young woman explained.
 With his dark, dangerous, dreamy eyes, his raven hair. waving from very white forehead, not to mention a certain air of aloofness and distinction, the young Angelo nigh; easily have passed for Il Duke or some other grand and titled per Eonage. if no. for the supernatural being, zoly had fondly compared him.
 And I'll wager he sells peanuts she Iudeiy interrupted my reyerie, while Angelo, who no doubt had overheard, turned upon her a look so sad and so reproachful as would have melted q atonier heart than Polly's.
 There were sH eethearts and fond papas
  had been papas onee but were now rel egated to the grand-papa class, and there was one papa who-must the shameful truth be confessed ?-had his arm around q lady, whom I'm morally sure was NOT MAMA!
 This in the presence of several Park Policemen and the entire BAND.
 Polly and ] took seat on the grass and we noticed d couple directly to the side of us.
 SHE" wore a white sweater over q pink frock, and a string of coral beads entwined her neck, while saucy PinK bow held a recalctrant wisp of yellowish gold hair, and when HE" was not hold ing Ter hand SHE" was prodigiously en- gagged in making way with an All Day Sucker" which HE" had provided, by the way, with his perfectly good money. SHE'S born coquette," Polly whs- pered to me, as we watched her flash un- rajstakable signs of "luv" at her suitor. And he's crazy about her" l an swered. bromidically.
 All at once. just ahead of us. there was an ominous shuffling and untitled cries fro.n a bunch of small boys.
 what on earth is happening? Polly asked, clutching my arm tightly.
 
 Masses of writhing legs and arms and general topsy turvy arrangement or hands and feet all doubled up together and rolling over and over ensued.
 The girl with the Pink Bow in her hair and her steady" tried to remon- atrate with the boys, but they might as well have addressed their remarks to the grass itself!
 A small chubby fist that belonged to one of the urehins, reached out and grabbed something.
 If you boys don't behave" a stern masculine voice said presently, "I'll tell de Cop"
 Then, and not until then. did the hos tilities cease
 When the truce was established, the lip of Polly's neat little patent leather pump, pointed out something on the grass.
 1t was the end of a cigarette that the four boys had been scrambling for, but