The Birmingham age-herald., 1916-11-19
By DOLLY pALRYMPLE


 morning sun, which of course IS no cri- terion; one may smile and smile, and yet be a villain, as we know no good authority.
 Perhaps these very smiles that sat so snug on the face of this big, old Alabama town, were merely sugges- tive of the iniquity through which the exhortations of the beloved and nation ally famous evangelist, Rev. George R. Stuart, will penetrate during his min istry as pastor of the First Methodist church. Stin Birmingham didn't look 8 bit wicked to me as I passed along the old familiar streets that were as placid as new born babe. on my way some questions concerning the world, the flesh and the devil.
 The affable hotel clerk, who has sense of humor as well as bald head, commended the bellboy to page Dr. Stuart" who was at luncheon, and in & very few minutes l found myself face to face with this great preacher- this great genius, whose fame and re- nown are known from the Atlantic to the Pacific ocean, from the wilds of the Adirondacks to the Everglades of Florida.
 One is instantly disappointed; how rdoes one say such volcanic things thow indeed does one explain?
 Not because he is little older than Fwhen you saw him in the years gone by, with the Rev Sam Jones; not be- cause he is little taller than he looks 5n the pulpit; not because his hair is hinged with gray; none of these things, for they all tend to make him the physically big human being that he is land by that all the more lovable; but because, upon shaking hands with him. upon entering and saying Good morn Sng, Dr. Stuart" he is silent for the once; silent with an eloquence that permeates the whole atmosphere, and makes you know and realize that you are standing before a human dynamo. but one who knows repose also-a very man, whose heart and soul and life are given to the Masters work and whose ingenious methods of speech and kare originality have placed him in a class unequaled and unquestioned in lfhe Christian ministry.
 You go, after hearing him preach to see Dr. Stuart, expecting the eagle; you find the owl; in your mind you think that he is a beautiful ballad; in reality he is not even a tune; he is better than all this; he is & rest be- tween the bars of music-a sweet, ten der. gentle, soothing rest, that calms and glorifes everything about him.
 Dr. Stuarts quiet, impressive manner As the first thing that appeals to you sn a "heart to heart" talk, and his smile, so real, so honest, is delight fu1 experience; it is warm and eager and cordial; it is fraternal and kindly and permeating. When he smiled at me felt as if l had known him for years, as in his big. friendly way he said:
 T like newspaper people; the newSpa- pers have always Been good to the min istry; they are a gerat asset to us in spreading the gospel. I speak to 2000 peo- ple and my sermon is reported in the next days paper and 50.000 people read it. And all of it is given to us free. If a church had to pay for what the newspapers do for us-well, we just couldn't afford it, that's all"
 At this juncture Mrs Stuart joined us and Dr. Stuart, affectionately calling her Mamma" introduced her.
 Are you as important to your hus- band" I asked by way of greeting, "as Mrs. Sunday is to the Rev. Billy? I've read how he depends upon her for every thing"
 Mrs. Stuart smiled and glancing to- ward Dr. Stuart said:
 You'll have to ask him."
 We invited her to remain for our little talk and she proved a most charming acquisition. She has a keen sense of hu nor. quite as keen as Dr. Stuarts, and she is just as sweet and lovable and nice as she can be.
 I'm for the newspapers every time, Dr. Stuart said, resuming our conversa- fion. Do you happen to know there's difference between newspaper reporter and a buzzard? No? Well, there is: A buzzard always flies around a dead one, but a newspaper reporter always flies around a live one.
 "A newspaper reporter is going to send in a sermon if the preacher says any thing that's fit to print" he said eagerly. 'In Chattanooga, when I lived there, minister one morning saw a young re- porter sitting down in front: the boy stopped writing after time and the mn- 1ster noticed it. Presenly the sermon was over and the minister asked the young reporter why he had stopped writ Ing his sermon. The boy made some sort of excuse and then the minister said: You report George Stuart's ser mons every Sunday; how is that?' The hoy turned round and said: He breaches downtown preaching; that's what the people want to heard And that's the truth. too.'
 This called forth the question:
 ''Dr Stuart, are preachers, like poets, born and not made? Our own Bishop Eandler said in a sermon recently at the First church that the reason so many