The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1915-04-18
Ole Miss dar's menny er
BENEDICT" dat turns out
ter be emmy thing but er
"BENEDICTIONw Vas
sum!


ten out her poetry book and began
memorizing the little verse which goes
like this:
How dear to me the hour when day
light dies,
And sunbeams melt along the silent
sea-
For then sweet dreams of other days
arise,
And memory breathes her vesper
sigh to them.
Beautiful. beautiful" Mrs. litter
sighed as she propped herself in u
comfortable pose and put her. dainty
little high heeled slippers on the otto
rian, her tiny ankles revealing her
newest silk hosiery. TON Moore was
a Wonderful mana remarkable man
with a brain under his bonnet
At that psychological moment when
Mrs. litter was soaring into the poetic
clouds unfortunately the domestic af
fairs of her household interfered. Mary
the maid, appeared upon the scene and
standing at the library door she said:
Sorry. nam. to break into your
thoughts, but de butcher boy is hcah
an he seZ he wants ter know what
you gwine ter do bout your dog bitin'
him last week. He SEE de last time he
So cash"
'Heavens" Mrs litter exclaimed
disgustedly. For a dog that's worth
so cents he seems powerfully expen-
sive"
She went to the writing desk, how
ever, and took out her purse and
searched about found a brand new
five-dollar bill which she had been
saving up toward her old age, but
which secretly she had expected some
day to eXpend upon some fool thing
to wear around her neck or on her
hat.
After paying the butcher boy it took
Mrs. litter some few minutes OF course
to adjust herself from such common
places to more ethereal and ~poetical
thoughts, for be 1t known a person
cannot just go ahead and read poety
and memorize it as they can dust the
parlor or darn stocking.
Oh, no.
You've got to get in the mood: drift
and loll mentally, and sort of put
yourself in a receptive attitude, and
soar here and there in hay dreams.
Five dollars for the butcher boy
because Fido' happened to tear the
seat Of his trousers" she unused. Now,
how can a body soar into poetic realms
with that sort of thought going on
Under their side combs?''
OF course one can Sore all right.
but it isn't the poetic soar"
No, indeed
But Mrs. litter was a very determined
soul and she straightway decided that>the
days joy shouldn't be dimmed by such
a trivial incident as the butcher boy and
his dog bite, and SO she got back into
her comfortable position and, turning the
leaves OF her book, read aloud:
Let not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when 1t alienation finds.
THAT'S very well and it sounds pretty
enough" Mrs litter unused after read
ing the lines, but, of course, love Mr..
litter Just the same. I do wish. however,
he would hop about a little brfsker TO
wait on me and send me some flowers
occasionally and kiss me now and then
tenderly on the eyebrows as he used TO
do before we were married. man set
ties down like an old flour bag and makes
himself perfectly comfortable after ne 3
married. Looks as II I ran up on the
wrong piece of poetry that time. 1t
wasn't particularly soulful"
Again turning the leaves she began:
The long lost ventures of the heart,
That sends no answer back again.
Just then the telephone bell rand ting
a-llng" and presently Mrs litter was con-
versing with the delectable Mr.. litter
who said If it was quite agreeable to her.
he would like to bring three of his old
college chums home to dinner that even
ing.
'Of course. I suppose you'll have to
bring them along" Mrs. litter said un-
enthusia stically. but want you to kn0
I'm reading poetry today and memorizt