The Birmingham age-herald., 1913-07-09
DOLLY INDUCES IN SOME
ROUNDABOUT GOSSIP
By DOLLY DALRYMPLK

mother Eve. by her ingenious dinlomaev
picked the lock of Paradise and LET Adarn
lead her out into the beautiful world.
where opportunities commensurate with
her talents abounded.
She has come down with the ages.
Helen of Troy saw city fighting in a
thousand ships, and some poet sang it was
all for her sake but she had sense enough
to know that she was only the red headed
excuse for battle between two armies thae
were spelling for fuss.
If Catherine of Russia had had hair
that was two shades darker, the gallery
of great generals would have held another
picture in the frame that now calls at
tention to her crimson locks.
Queen Elizabeth's fiery crown of glory
lights up the most obsorhingly interesting
pages of English history. Cleopatra, the
Serpent of the Nile" has held her own
through ages and without the aid of a
press agent, either.
Sarah Bernhardt declares recently her
red hair to be mark of destiny.
with these colair of de hair" she said,
Il could have accomplished as much in
/ literature, in art or in sculpture
Beasco believed the red headed woman
has more temperament in a minute than
all the rest In a lifetime.
In fact, any theatrical manager YOU f1ap-
Fen to run across will tell you that there
is nobody in it, with a red headed
actress.
"All the worlds stagep to the red
headed woman.
She adoFes the limelight and refuses 10
be cast for the invalid role in anything.
You scarcely ever find her in sana-
tariums or feeding the Golfers of "rest
cures,
She's seldom sick and never a dead
one" until the obituary notices have been
turned in and the tombstones erected.
Even then
Like John Brown, who was changed to
sour apple tree" her soul goes march,
ing on
Whether she is writing a 'best seller"
or running a cheap boarding house, back
ing beauty parlor'' or raising chickens
or children. making blackberry jam or
selling real estate, the red headed woman
OF today is making good, and she has
done so since the first peep of dawn.
1t is not primarily the color of her hair
but the indomitable energy and persever-
ance and splendid vitality for which the
flame colored crest stands that refuses
to admit defeat, that in her hands makes
impcssibilities easily possible.
The red headed woman rolls up her
shirtwaist sleeves and In the end justifies
her bragful-
Watch me-
With triumphant
II told you so!'
/ love the story that is the accredited
property of an old Kentucky gentleman.
And by Cad, SIR" the colonel says,
mopping his brow and stroking his silkey
mustache, there were 10 of 'em ON tho
desert island. 1t was after the big floods
that spring. Didn't I ever tell you the
story? No? Well, then, we sighted her
up a tree-her red hair streaming like 4
crimson banner in the wind. The others
were all lined up and laid out on the
beach waiting for DEATH Those fiuttering
white things that the man had rugged up
as signs would never have caught our eye
Resourceful? 1 should say sol Know
what she'd been doing in the meantime?
Catching fish with bent hairpin. That's
all the rest of em had to eat for a week
when we picked 'em up sssa.s
'When ou told that story in Louis
ville," Kentucky man drawled out,
you had her supporting large family.
selling fish which she caught to passing
ships, while they waited to be rescued"
Consistency and red headed women"
the major lighted his cigar imperturbably.
have no place in the same story. my
friend"