The Birmingham age-herald., 1915-08-01
UP AND DOWN BROADWAY
By ALLEN GRIFFIN JOHNSON

things a bit clearer than they were, I feel a great deal better. Turn about Is good business, in spite of the fact that people who live in glass houses gather no moss. But l shall desist for, after all, a still tongue maketh a wise father.
 Two of the very latest local theatrical announcements are to the effect, first, that Maude Adams is to appear next season in a new Barrie play, in addition to reper- toire. and second, that James K. Hackett, whom some may refer to as Handsome Jim" is going to undertake Shakespeare, and has signed a contract to play Mac beth" and "Othello" Mr. Hackett un- questionably has the physical proportions and general appearance to play either or those villains successfully; that Is. pro- vided only the physical equipment is nec- essary.
 HUMAN NATURE. Vixen I was very youthful, And believed the world was truthful,
 I surmissed. When I'm man I'll be
 content"
 But I soon grew up to be 1t, And, somehow. I couldn't "see" it.
 It didn't mean just what I thought it
 meant
 Once I deemed tobacco jolly, Though the old folks said twas folly;
 But as soon as I had tried 1t I opined That. somehow, the blamed solution Didn't suit my constitution,
 Or agree, exactly, with my frame of
 mind.
 recall one bleak October, l grew tired of staying sober,
 And I thought some twenty drinks
 would put me straight, But the thing that l acquired, Wasn't just what I desired,
 Though l didn't realize it til too late. Once I thought to kiss fair Daisy, With pure joy would set me crazy,
 But no sooner had I done so than it grew Very fiat, and I grew tired, And decided I desired
 Not fair Daisy, but her fairer sister Sue. Long ago I wished to marry, Just like Tom and Dick and Harry,
 And l thought to have a wife would be
 immense,
 So I tried it-ah my brother, Stick to home sweet home and mother,
 If you see chicken coming jump a
 fence.
 So 1t is with each desire When we get it, then we tire;
 Such is nature, and experience will teach That what ev'ry child will cry for, Ev'ry older person try for,
 Is the thing that's just little out of
 reach.
 How nice 1t would be to live in a de- tached house once more. Not that 1 ob- ject to pianolas, Vctrolas, vocalization, futation, cornetization, trombonation, etc. Not at all but when all these instruments and voices going at the same time and coming to me from the east, west, north and south, as well as from below and above. it is so difficult to select the one l like best and try to concentrate on it. But even this might be accomplished were not all these things aided and abetted by German Cor any other nationality, I'm neutraD bands, hurdy gurdys and hand or gans under my windows. Sometimes the strains of Die Wacht Am Rhine" get so tangled up and intermingled with those of the "Marsellaise" that I have to rush out and buy the latest extra to see if peace has really been declared. New drinks at local soda fountains in- clude "Tipperarray ripple" Peace Frappe" and "Wilson-Bryan Split" Last night, down in the white light sec | ton, I saw a rich looking limousine pull up in front of one of the big Broadway | theatres. Out of 1t came, first, a white
  negro, similarly attired, the latter turn ing around immediately and assisting 1 splendidly dressed white woman to ge out The three then entered the theatre 1 together, the woman walking between tht l two men.
 1 What? No, I didn't comment upon il | one way or the other-this Is New York and that occurred on Broadway and-I IT l just telling you. 1 A New Yorker would laugh at you fol asking him if he knew Bill Jones of New l York city, but if you told him you were l from Tennessee in the south, he woulo very probably ask you if you knew Ton Smith of Los Angeles Looks like 5O-5 | to me.
 l CLOUD THOUGHTS.
 Ye low-hung clouds, with your disma | rain,
 An. why should ye come today? l Today when my heart lies bleeding, slain Enwrapped in it's self-made shroud O l pain,
 And joy Is a blessing I seek in vain
 In vain-shall it be for aye?
 How long it seems since the world Wal 1 young,
 How long since deemed it fair, l Since the old, old days when my boy hood tongue | Gave birth to the hopes that about m' l chung,
 And I climbed lifes ladder-aye. rung by rung-
 To the castles I'd built in the air. 1 And then came life, with its sin and woe, l And the end of my blissful dreams; l But, today while the clouds hang darl