The Birmingham age-herald., 1914-09-26
Mrs. Eric Idrrdnt Davis Returning From Lengthy
 Stay Abroad Tells Some Interesting Stories of the Wa,
By DOLLY DALRYMPLE

soresting experiences, but none has bcen more unique, more entirely out of the beaten path, more sulphitic or more vivid than Mrs. Eric Tarrant Davis description of her voyage home on Q "hospital' ship. belonging to the Italian government.
 Mrs. Davis has been a very much feted visitor to Birmingham during her brief visit Gen route to her home in Houston, Texas) to her brother Mr. Allen G. Loehr, who is himself a re- cent valued acquisition to the social and literary life of this community both in the capacity of private citi- zen and as professor of languages" in the Sherwood Music school, which po- sltion he graces with much distinction and honor, both to himself and to that excellent institution.
 Mrs Davis like her brother. Mir loehr, although an American, has spent the greater part of her life abroad, having been born in Shanghai and receiving her education In China, Italy, France and Germany, later fre- quently visiting the Argentine repub- lie and other South American countries 1 Even her marriage at the Episcopal cathedral in Trinidad a year ago while en route from Argentina to New York, eNhales the delicious romance which we ale inclined to associate with Flu ropean life and the past 10 months spent with her mother at the latter's beautiful villa in Florence and her nasty preparations to join her husband in. South America Just as the war" broke out. is but continuity of TO- mantle events, interesting in every phase.
 l Her life reads like a novel l Beautifully educated Cher linguistic accomplishments being wonderfuD with all the sweetness and gracious ness of the southern woman, and the exotic charm of the foreigner, Mrs Davis is an unusual combination of beauty and culture and her vivid, en- | thusiastic manner and her keen sense of nunor dominant at every turn, sur prises her auditor and reveals her as a delicious bit of feminine originality and exquisite charm, of both mental and physical pulchritude.
 Mrs, Davis relates with amazing in- terest the many obstacles which she en- countered while trying to get out of l Italy. and the large and motley crowd which came over in the tiny bit of a boat, no bigger than a tub" as she ] expressed 1t, was a veritable moving picture show" in it's chiaroscuro ef- feet
 I Many celebrities from many walks of life were numbered in the vast as- senb1a ge--a thousand or more passen- gers -Campanini and his family and other members of the Metropolitan op- era being aboard.
 Mrs. Davis unconsciously found her self quite the observed of all observed on the voyage wrapped up in a great fur rug to keep warm, which striking habillment acquired for her the cogno- men Of "The Teddy Bear" while later when it became known that she was born in China the soubriquet of "the heather Chinee' was given to her, and the situation was so unusual that it might have inspired Bret Harte to have written one of his inimitable poems on the subject had he been member of the vari-colored crew.
 Mrs. Davis told me as we sat in the beautiful foyer of the Tutwiler and chat l ted, that the gown she wore was termed 1 by the fashion vendors neutral" which was safe enough as to name and cer- | tainly attractive enough as to effect as | to make any woman who loves pretty clothes (and Is there one who doesn'tO green with envy-with it's indefinable | colors-subtly mixed and woven, as only an artists hand can combine and weave.
 Her big, broad brimmed. black velvet l hat shaded her vivacious face, and when 1 I incidentally remarked that l was so I glad she wasn't going to tell me about mosques and domes and cathedrals and 1 things that I loathe and despise to hear | about and which every returning Euro pean traveller seems morally sure is the | only thing worth the telling, but instead if she would be good enough to tell me where she was when the war broke out I'd be very much interested, she smiled | the prettiest sort of smile and said; T was on the western coast of Italy, 1 in sheltered nook at the foot of the Carara mountains. The town is called the Marble Fort and is the shipping point for all the choice Carara marble, the whitest in the world. We have all ways summered there because it is so very quiet so t-of-the-way, so unusual in scenery and company"
 What was your first war news and how did the people take it?" I asked. "The first intimation we had was the sight of puddles of excited bathers, spot ted here and there on the beach, listening 
 lowing places: Mrs. R. c. Sandiford, Miss Annie Sandiford, Miss, Eula Mae Silas MISS Olla Durham, MISS MyftlS OaIory Miss Lillian Silas and MT. and Mrs. John Silas.
 Mrs. R. Joachim and her son of Boligee are guests of Mrs. George Gorff.
 
 Mrs. George Johnson of Dora is visit ing Mrs. w. E. Morrison.
 MT. and Mrs. J. NJ. Lockey have re- turned from visit to relatives at Holt.