The Birmingham age-herald., 1914-06-14
Fly MRS. J. B. REID

the age of s6-scaree in the prime. when scared in life, love and bllghted," he penned the following verse:
 My days are in the yellow leaf;
 The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm. the canker, and the grief
 Are mine alone!"
 The contrast of this age here stands in simple life and faith the grandmother In the 'Sos giving 10 i.le world the sun shine of her philosophy The woman-and the poeti We need more of the woman today-we need the philosophy of life in every step we take. whether on the train or over the rough ways that con- front wanderer in daily paths-that req soning that makes the stranger feel from the contact he has plucked a flower that sends a fragrance through his own life when he has peeped ito tae garden of a splendid time well s.sent-whose fruits have ripened sweetly and whose dawning days admonish you to live well every minute that the next may be better and best
 There is pleasure everywhere one turns if you only look for it, and recognize it when you meet it. Half the world is out looking for misery-and it Is not hard to find. We were called a few days ago to
 
 in great distress. She was stranger until we met there. but she caught my hand and said, q am glad you come this is strange life to me: I worked until my health failed. but now I am down-and my husband-a good hard working man is out of a job-except for the past few days-and the children-they are what made me think of asking this visit. In her own earnest language she told us of how much she had to be thank ful for eveh in her darkest hours-her little family and "a good man." We saw her there in more mental agony than bod fly pain. and still she was strong be- cause she had good, kind people around her her neighbors were good She had no harsh words for her circumstances she was unfortunate but nobody's fault. and she wanted a way to improve condi- tions. She was ready for her duty-if she only knew and ''could get on her feet again"
 We looked at her distressed face with smile of hope pictured there and thought With so much faith in human kindness she will not suffer long. We saw her glance at the tiny hands of her little folks so willing to help and she asked the eldest, scarcely 12 years, what have We had since Thursday? and this was Monday-'15 cents worth of flour, 10 cents of lard b cents of rice. 10 cents dried butterbeans, 10 cents potatoes and 10 cents coffee" and four mouths beside her own to feed; no money, no water. no medi- cine.
 Truly one-half the world can't dream of how the other half gets along. The wom- an spoke truthfully. She had mot al ways been this way" because she knew how to work she had never lived in a town before, but they heard of work in this city and were thus enticed into ut terly foreign activitles-the result. no in- come. though she was cheerful. thankful and hopeful. In this spirit she had a fortune if she only knew it.
 We had written just this far when we met Mir. and Mrs. Willingham of the Children's Aid society-each had a baby-Mrs. Willingham anticipated our question, I've are on the way to the Mercy Home-these are the Trenton children and the mother is at the T. E. camp There the tiny baby slept on his shoulders, and the other listened but could not understand. This was a blessing-and they were going to a good home built for hapless little folks and the mother Is thankful they are therefor soon she will have gone