The Birmingham age-herald., 1913-10-17

his sleeve, and the other hand tightly
clutching the parasol and holding her
skirt raised from an imaginary contact
with the street. she permitted herself
to be led to the Fifth avenue corner
.'Merci, merci, messeer," she thanked
him with dignity.
Whatever that isr' smiled the police
man. "I.oolSs Irish' he added to himself,
but / guess she must be a Ginney.''
Don't take any bad money, sis,' he
called to her from his post in the street,
but she answered him not.
She waved the pink parasol at the
chauffeur of the bus, and declined the
assisting hand of the conductor.
ITO the Loove-I mean the museum
she said. as she gave him a dime
The marquise hailed a fiacre, and set
Ting herself luxuriously among the cush-
ions, commanded the coacher to drive her
to the Louvre.
Sundry women of fashion driving down
Fifth avenue that morning In June won
dered who could have been the little girl
with the big blue eyes who smiled and
bowed to them SO tremendously from
gentleman told with glee at his club how
a queer kid with a string of scarecrow
feathers around her neck had waved a
pink parasol at him and called out some
thing which sounded like ''Bonjour.
princei" as he was walking down the
avenue.
Miss Casey surrendered her parasol with
great reluctance at the door of the Metro
politan museum, and with critical air ad-
vanced upon the Rodin collection. The
first thing that she saw was the statue OF
Adam, heroic in size. and nude. Her
acquaintance,with sculpture had been con-
fined to the ecclesiastical variety. "Ex-
cuse me- sir" She said, and ran back to
collect her parasol.
ME motherd beat the life ont of me.'
gasped the neutrality-suspicious., Miss Casey
-as she hurriedly left the museum.
dentown; today ''morons' tomorrow,
what?
Wild oats sown in the shade of the
Jersey pines, cut off from the world
and tho sunlight, have sprouted trayesties
of men and w9men--a colony of feeble
mindedness, crime, shiftessness, illegiti-
macy. Into it the training school at Vine
land has sent workers with the Binet-
Simon system of tests. Elizabeth S. Kite.
who wrotes of it in The Survey, tells a
tragic story of old Hannah Ann with her
IL children in a two-room shack; Becky,
age %, with but the intelligence of a
child of s, unable to tell what she saw
in a picture or to discern the defects in
a face drawn without a mouth; Ford, ~
years old, in an inextricabe matrimonial
tangle, with a 9-year limit of intelli-
gence.
Perhaps the most tragically degenerate
of all Miss Kites stories is that of the
notorious "Piney.'' 95 years old. who was
found one day returning to his shack after
a long absence. Questioned as to whore
he had been, he said he had gotten tired
O. the gal he had been living with-too
giddy.' he said,, shaking his head; too
giddy for me, so 1 took her down shore
an traded herr Did perty well, too--got
this old hoss and this here keg o. rum
Such conditions are common, Miss Kite
says. To attempt to improve them the
yineland school the state departments
of charities and corrections forestry, ed
ucation and agriculture have combined in
a form of rural neighborhood work corre-
spending somewhat to the social settle
monts in cities.