The Birmingham age-herald., 1915-03-17
"St. Patrick'S Day In the Morning
Fly DOLLY DALRYMpLE

Who came of decent people;
 He built church in Dublin town
 And on 1t put steeple.
 His father was a Gallagher.
 His mother was a Brauy,
 His aunt was an O O'Shaughnessy,
 His uncle an O'Grady.
 -Old hhyme.
 "St. Patriclks Day in the morning" wasn't begun properly if you neglected 0 have on your breakfast table a pot of vivid Shamrock
 If nothing better than distant grand parent. it's mighty poor American who can't establish some sort of claim to the "ould sod
 Even an aunt by marriage, not to speak of your great grand parents, swapping cats,'' justifies you in celebrating today and the wearing of the green
 Don't you think it good idea to set aside some day to let your patriotism run riot anyway now and then?
 ''St. Patricks Day in the morning. seems to me to fairly mark the line when winter should by every sign of the cal endar have finished passing along, and it is nice patriotic springtime coloration. If you've ever happened to be. in St. Patricks own isle on this day the loyal Irishman will tell you, you will know how the day is begun. A pot of sham rock on the plate of the mistress and one by the plate of the master of the house you'll see. In the old days, before pro hibition had come into it's own, it was the custom to drown the shamrock" ill the generous draught of the demon that St. Patrick might have slain to excellent advantage, after he had finished ridcinS Ireland of the snakes. All that was left in the bottle after the drowning of the shamrock was sent down to the k,..-.en for the servants. Tn Ireland on this day the poor are always remembered. There is "Patricks pot of beer or whisgy for the vagabond of the road, and with it he is invariably offered oaten bread and fish St. Patrick-brave man." Nine hundred thousand reptiles blue He charmed with sweet discourses And dined on them at Killaloe
 In soups and second courses Where blind worms crawling in the grass Disguised all the nation, He gave them a rise Which opened their eyes
 To a sense of their situation.
 It is a poor person who can't look back and sigh for the happier days of the long ago.
 There's certain satisfaction in sad ness for "dear forgotten things"
 Memory has a lacquer all her own with which she washes over the days of the past.
 The good and loyal Irishman (even if he's never been in Ireland) feels today a proper and most commendable "Heim- wah' of the spirit.
 His loss is all the greater because he has difficulty in recalling memories of what he has never known. 70 was l but so fortunate
 As to be back in Munster; 'Tis I'd be bound from that very ground never would stir; For there St. Patrick's planted turf
 And plenty of the praties, With pigs galore, McGras a store
 And cabbages-- and ladies. So success attend St. Patrick's fist
 For he's saint so clever, o he gave the snakes and toads twist And bothered them forever"
 This week is an eventful one because of so many noted celcbratipns, for be- sides "St. Patriclzs Day. there's his mothers birthday tomorrow, "Sheelah's Birthday" while lots of people will celebrate St. Josephs Eve in honor of one of the very best saints in the cal endar.
 So, let us sing with the poet today:
 Hooray for Saint Pat,
 Put some green in your hat