The Birmingham age-herald., 1914-02-27
SOCIETY AND HOME TOPICS FOR WOMEN

had ever occurred before to make il
beautiful The snow seemed hardly to-
be touched in the street, though on the
sidewalks bands of boys and girls, with
tobcggan caps, sweaters and mittens al
most like the children of the far north,
We're making the best of the brief oppor-
tunity for fun. The volleys of snowballs
were, almost without exception, soft, and
the spirit of the passersby matched them
in kindlness A few Of the youngsters
had sleds, possessions that made them
the envy Of every little friend, and these
and the several sleighs that We're brought
out from some mysterious source added
to the general pieturesqueness.
The Margaret Allen school was one of
the first buildings approached, to which
the snow dress was wonderfully becom-
ing-this after passing the Munger place
at Five Points. which under its white
mantles and the snow that frosted the
trees and shrubberv was lovely, though
not too lovely to escape the marauding
hands of the snow fighters. They mad
found it an ideal place from which to
replenish their store of balls, but. even
so, the store of white flakes seemed in
exhaustible. Beyond the Margaret Allen
school and neighboring places of beauty
the Dunbar Sibley residence was noted.
Here were two of the qantest snow men
made during the season. They stood on
either side of steps like frozen sentinels,
alike in height and form-fat, squat little
fellows who resembled Buddha Beyond
was the L. W. Barertt home at the first
turn along the avenue. The rough stone
fence, and the same composition in the
foundation with the frosting of snow, the
covered trees and shrubbery made
the place exquisite, and in the dusk there
We're rosy lights within. and snow crys-
tails glistened without. The Steiners,
across the way, was a big chocolate and
cream house, with winter shrnbbery and
frostng massed up next to the building.
Mrs. Jack Johnson's place next door was
another lovely spot in the picture, and
all rock trimmed and tree shaded. In
every case the houses having the great
est amount of foliage or naked branches
looked prettiest.
The Exum home, however. was pretty
even without these ornaments. How nice
and neat the lawn isl' somebody ejac-
ulated as we whired by. 1t was smooth
and white like a meringue pudding, and
the low roof had the same sort of un-
touched white mantle. The Rushton
place. like all the colonial homes, took
kindly to the snow and a becoming sun
set, somehow had cast a faint pink over
the diamond-like glitter of the lawn. The
s. e. Thompson home and the Eugene
Brown place with shrubbery and snow
tipped rocks aroused especially admiring
comment.
Further on around the avenue, where
the car tracks whirl around workmen had
had to leave their tasks because of the
weather, and the white eXpanse was
dotted with little red lanterns whose
lights We're lit and glowed against the
white like marascino cherries on whipped
cream. In the distance the Key Miner
house looked like a fairy place.
The three Crescent avenue houses, the
Will Jordans Shocks and Sharpes, that
look out on Highland avenue, might have
been moulded from gingerbread and
candy, all frosted and trimmed with SUI
gar. They looked from the avenue, quite
like play places or ornaments for an old
time balIeshop window. Then the homes
of the John Caldwells and the Lockes,
side by side, all trimmed up with furry
snow drifts and crystals glittering in the
sunset These suggested an old-fashioned
Christmas card. with silver tinsel and
crystals and things. they were so unreal.
But the Country club was the piece de
resistance, after all. The golf links with
it's white spread, and the snow-capped
trees the hung verandah roofs, and
the lights from every window at dusk,
sending warm glow to your heart, made
it a fit place for Santa Claus home.
1t is undoubtedly a good thing that
snow is such a rarity in the south Other
wise every southerner with youth in his
heart might not love it so. And you
have to love 1t to be willing to pick your
way smilingly through the slush next