The Birmingham age-herald., 1915-07-07
By DOLLY DALRYMPLE
ooKt' exclaimed Susie Damn, as we !

OOKf' exclaimed Susie Damn, as we
 stood in the big spacious wait
 A> ing room at the Union station the othe; day whither we had gone to meet
 some friends who were expected on an early morning train. There's no mistak- ing the relationship but the second gem eration has outrun the first"
 Following her glance l beheld languid
 looking blonde in the act of saluting a
 plainly dressed woman whose faded eyes
 frightened at the sight of her stylish daughter l forgave her everything-the bizarre costume. the cheap willow plume, even the chewing gum-as l saw the an-
 swering light in the eye of the home conner.
 She's safe as long as she can look at her mother like that Susie Damn said, turning to me, and I agreed with her. The Union station" always interesting, is doubly so these days, as Susie Damn there for there is such a big increase in travel, people going away for the sum- mer. taking advantage of cheap summer rates,' and all that sort of thing, peo- pie returning from vacation trips-nearly every type in the category of curiosi- t, ties can be seen sooner or later, and a body can spend a most deliciousy anus ing hour there at any time.
 l Families being united, porters scurry- ing round carrying golf sticks and suit cases, with a benevolent air of blessing the universe generally. children chasing each other about with delightful aban- lo yala and garbed out in the latest style, all on exhibition
 l 1T think the fat gentleman in the palm beach suit Is waiting for his wife who has probably been in New York spending his hard earned money for him" Susie Damn guessed, as she indicated by nod of the head conspicuous old gent flaming himself with his Panama hat, and for a moment being dazzled by pret- | ty bit of feminity rushing into his arms and kissing him loudly upon the cheek. l I'm so glad to get home'' she shriled. | How are the children? Are the flowers doing nicely? How is the vegetable gar den and is the cat still fat and happy 1 Verify, Susie Damn guessed right the | very first time for it was Mrs. Wifey, peradventure without doubt
 l It Is easy to spot stranger within our gates on account of his air Of lnde- | cision and uncertainty.
 | Dotted in among the vast throngs that go in and out the gates we see familiar | faces-people we know and like, but even f so, among the others there is such an un- 1 mistakable air of good fellowship that | pervades the place that we excused our | intellect in the different individuals that make up the throng.
 | We are held spellbound by the account | of some returning traveller who is telling about the wonderful delights of the noun ] tain resort from which she has just re- turned, and our interest can hardly be called eavesdropping.
 | Believe me, 1 never had such a good
 time in all my life, says the fiossy figure in navy blue. There was something to
 do every single blessed minute and the incest men I ever saw and just oddles of them were there We played golf all
 day danced way into the middle of the
 night, and we had the bestest things to l eat-fried chicken and corn on cob, hot
 rolls, and all sorts of goodies. Tennis,
 boating. Gee l hated to come home.
 Don't you wish you knew the name of
 that summer resort, where all that gran 1 deur abounds?" Susie Damn asked seri- ously. If there was any way of intro-
 mer resorter, or even to the tanned youth
 sorts Spell eternal boredom to me and that was worth while all that the highly l colored folders and literature they send | out. claim that they are. Most of them