The Birmingham age-herald., 1913-08-13
NEWS OF THE DAY
IN SOCIAL WORLD
Accidental Call Upon a
Charming P0etess
NOTES OF INTEREST
Three Pretty Weddings-A Porch
Party-Motoring Enjoyed By
Many-Points of Interest
About People

It would possibly be a difficult matter
for the average auto enthusiast to realize
that any good whatsoever might come
from a delay in the middle of the road
from a puncture or blow out with the
thermometer PLAYING hide and seek some
where between 95 and 100 at l o'clock on
an August day. 1t would be rather diff
cult for said autoist to believe that any
thing on earth could be sweet. pretty, at
tractive, or even good when one blow out
IS. followed within less than two blocks
by another and still another and yet an
other until all four tires on seven pas
senger touring car have had to be re-
placed by new ones. The real state of
the feelings of the owner of the car are
unknown. The only gentleman, the man
who held himself responsible for the
pleasure of an afternoons outing to four
ladies and a small boy. the man who had
to phone to town for first one, then two
three yes, four new tires and help place
them on in the blazing sun and the next
day go down into his pocekt and pay for
them and the services of help in placing.
On this occasion the ladies tried to smile
and lock satisfied. They stoutly attested
and their love of 'acouting," but after
the second and third accident they decided
that the proper place for them was the
shady porch of nearby home. 1t was
there that they forgot the fury, disgust.
disappointment of the only gentleman in
the car. Fortunately. they were out of
hearing distance. 1t was at a little home
lacking pretense. A little brown eyed
girl met them and offered chairs, fans and
ice water in the sweetest way just as
many little girls might do, The house
looked just as many little houses do. The
yard was just as many yards in that vi
entity The morning glories grew as all
morning glor1es do and the roses bloomed
Just as other roses bloom. but in little
while the sweet spirit of the house APP
peared at the doorway. Did she appear as
other women do? Did she greet YOU as
other women do. Did she talk TO the lit
tie girls as other mothers do? No. There
was something so truly sweet in that pres
ence, such dignity, such repose such an
air of aceustomedness to the refnements
of life Such flow of language, such a
voice of sweetness and refinement Her
hair was piled high her head Her
robe was a wrapper of deep black She
asked that she might be pa1doned for such
apparel, for sine said that she was in i'll
health and had just returned from a three
months stay i'm hospital She was in
mourning for lovely daughter very re-
Gently departed She had just placed
morning glories beside her favorite pic
ture, the one daily pleasure she finds her
self able and strong enough to do. There
Is one other thing she can do, and during
the long delay she told us that she could
write 'jingles,' as she modestly put ii.
We asked to hear some of them. How
many were they? Several hundred, and
80 beautiful. One written almost every
day, only she has never written one about
that sweet child because she can't see to
form the letters when she would write of
her. when did you being to write?'
asked. when my health began to fail
and sorrows came Let me read you my
first poem, and then you will know the
reason / began five years ago to write.
Here it is:
MY TALENT
Out of the silence came my song;
This my talent lay buried long.