The Birmingham age-herald., 1916-01-16
K NONDAY-Its shame all Sundays MI can't be exquisitely beautiful like \ ' y YesterdaY and that all eligible

"I can't be eXquisitely beautiful like
 A yesterday, and that all eligible
 men can't be as cheery and full of the spirit of out doors as was "a certain man" with whom I walked over the hills and far away. I like men who let the boyishness of their hearts shine through, and he does-rather, he did yesterday.
 There were many rocks to climb, and so many nuts to crack and all through 1t all he was rompingly fascinatingly boy
 ish, till all of sudden he became so
 grave that it frightened me. I think he
 understood for in an instant he was the
 boy again ,and I was at my ease.
 Mother laughed-she always does when someone tyrannizes over me, who always
 played the tyrant-when he came and re- 1, fused to attempt the mountain until l had changed my new boots for sensible
 walking shoes. But how should l know that he would be gifted with energy enough to attempt the heights?
 I'm yawning, which shows that l didn't
 say goodnight early enough after church
 last night and reminds me that l had better rest awhile before afternoon so 1 can be fresh for the Lyric. Tomorrow l an going out for golf again, and before
 long l will have all of the maids and
 bachelors completely awed at my prowess. Dorothy Davis is playing, too,
 these days, and she is going to be an- other wonder-that is, if she is as sue cessful at the game as at debutanting.
 There art such loads of things to do this week that l am in a perfect daZe, and I
 wonder constantly if l shall ever forget this or that party, or make some mistake IL At .letr ,1y., that one of the most original members of our crowd did that very thing, but thanks be to the powers that be, she remembered
 just in time to dress and appear half an hour late. Of course, she dared not eX
 plain the humilating circumstances. but
 he: fertile mind gave her an excuse that
 was original if not entirely credible. She
 had dislocated her shoulder, or perhaps
 it was her ankle-she will remember. But
 when sine was seated at the luncheon table she was quite in location" 1 really
 wish that l were as strong minded as she, or that I had a memory half so reten- tive for when once she decides upon her excuse, no one can make her change one thread of the story; nor does sine ever for get the particular excuse matched up to the occasion. That really is convenient Tuesday, saw "'The Red Heads last night, with bunch of folks, and it was eXcruciatingly' funny. Not the play-that was clever exceedingly SO but a couple who sat behind us and made comments aloud. It isn't possible to grow blase in one season, if one goes to the Lyric much and hears the delightfully."- naive comments of the au- dience at large.
 I wouldn't dare be up so early this morning if it were not for golfing, so it's away to the club!
 Night--And l feel tired enough to be sentimental, but I'm not. I think things would be hopelessly mussed up if l were to gEow sentimental at this stage of the game. But then l think it is hard to resist when there is dancing and soft lights and sweet music, and the odor of flowers, as l had them to- night Mrs. Ungerman gave a lovely dance and the house was a perfect bow CT of F'renchy pink carnations and mar cissi--I always want to, say "narcis- suses," but that isn't the way the so ciety editors spell it. There wasn't an large crowd, just a con genial few, and we did have q rarely good time. The dcbbies were not there len massy," as usual, but Josephine