The Birmingham age-herald., 1916-10-03

IT D f1N1 SWOR IS real, flght-y. IIN honest-to- goodness human be- ~ ing.
 You don't believe it? Well, neither did I till yesterday, when MT. Al G. Field, the big minstrel man, beloved
 and known by thousands of theatre
 goers, introduced him to me, and I
 casually dropped this remark and the
 comedian said quickly:
 What did you think I was?' 1 N"Well-er-er," stammered, "judg-
 ing from the clever dope you hand us from the stage and that makeup of yours I-er-er really didn't know" Let me tell you something, people. Bert Swor Is not only a human being but he's one of the very incest human beings I ever met; he's a clean cut. fine, manly young fellow; he is sim cere and unpretentious, hard working and big-hearted; modest to fault: generous, considerate of others and he thinks MT. Al G. Field is the finest and the most wonderful man alive to- dayi
 Youll not only find the name of Bert Swor recorded in the blue book Who's Who" of minstre1sy, but in a much more widely read blue book Heres How" for combined with all his cleverness and personal attract ivcness he's a good fellow" and there isn't a man in the whole Al G. Field aggregation who doesn't love him.
 Bert Swor has been making people laugh and banishing the worst cases of blues to the four ends of the earth for lo these many years he's pre- eminent as a comedian he has the funniest face in the world in that makeup" of his; his voice is without doubt the funniest thing anybody ever listened to. and as for his feet well, there never was made pair of feet like Bert Swor's; you just laugh to look at them. and oh! how he can use 'em: you've seen him dance, so you know.
 When I started down here to meet you this morning." MT. Swor said. q er-er told my wife; oh yest I'm mar ried; got the incest little wife in the world; want you to meet her; she's the best story teller alive; she's lots clever than l am; but as I was go- ing on to say, when I told my wife that l was going to meet you this morning and give you some soft of story for the paper she felt sort of sorry for me; she knows I'm not very much of talker--a speechmaker; in fact, the only speech I ever was guil- ty of that made a real hit was when l proposed to her and she accepted me
 Well, anyway. as I was about to say" he went rambling on, my wife says to me, Tell the lady that this story telling business dates very far back in your family history; your greatgrandfather was a fine story teller; your grandfather was also clever in the art; your father was the best in his day and you are the big gest liar on earthy Now, what do you think of that?'
 But anyway, Pm going to tell you no, not the sad, sad story of my life, but something that occurred a long time ago about MT. Field and my self. You see, I'm a Tennessee boy; they"
 T know-they used to call you the Tennessee Thrush because you sang so wonderfully: that's how you got into the mistrel show business" I in- terrupted.
 "Never could sing in my life,' MT. Swor promptly contradicted. If anybody were to ask me to produce a tone, I'd get all mixed up and make noise like a trombone. What I was about to say was this; my father moved out to Texas when I was youngster; went out on a while the back-to-the- farm movement kind of got on my nerves, and so a friend of mine and myself went in to Dallas and