The Birmingham age-herald., 1916-01-14
A Word A bout Mrs. Mdude Palmer Hendersons
 Interesting Story Telling At the Graded Union
By DOLLY DALRYMPLE

1 "HOSE who know Mrs. Maude Pal mer Henderson intimately, car A easily appreciate the fact that hei success as a story teller was assured long before she ever undertook the work. | Her beautifunl character, her sweet, ap-
 pealing personality, her sincerity and her 1 loyalty, besides an unusual talent, quail | fly her splenddly for the work she has as- sumed and which has been far reaching | in it's influence.
 1 Only recently Mrs. Henderson has car ried her work into the Sunday schools
 here, having had a wide experience in Georgia, when as missionary field secre- l tary of Woman's Work with the North 1 Georgia conference for three years, she | had many opportunities to learn as well l as to teach.
 | Mrs. Henderson tells the story of her utilization with the work in a most inter-
 esting manner, and those who sit under the magic spell of her gentle voice each Wednesday morning at the graded union will reap an inspiration from her exper- fences, which will be of lasting and useful benefit.
 Tt has only been a few years ago." Mrs. Henderson said among other things, when I went to Columbia with one of my sisters who was to study music there, with no intention whatsoever of doing any sort of work myself. I was adrift, you might say. had. no especial mission in life everything seemed to have been taken from me-rny loved ones those most
 dear to me, many of them, and I was just in that state of mind which suggested
 absolute darkness for me-nothing ahead
 but the breakers"
 T had only been at Columbia a short
 time when the spirit of doing things
 seemed to get into my heart as it does
 with everybody there,'' Mrs. Henderson
 continued. Nobody is idle at Columbia;
 everybody works. I looked over the cat alogues; I glanced at every department, and the inducements offered, but there seemed to be nothing for me. Finally, one day by the merest chance I was reading the catalogue again, and I was attracted to the story telling course. There were two-the theoretical and the practical and I read and re-read these with real. interest. Finally I said: Here is some thing that can do.' l had always been iiilCf CotCu III lCiuihS, ctio iONit1tiohS oiAo literature and this seemed to be the one chance that I had been looking for, so the very y>next morning I entered the class in the theory of story telling.'
 T wish I could picture that scene as it appeared to me-" she said reminiscently. Hundreds and hundreds of students were there, each taking notes, working like mad, and everybody intense in their attention. It didn't appeal to me at all; nobody smiled; there seemed to be no real congeniality; everything was mechanical; so the next morning I attended the meet ing of the classes in the practice of story telling. One person-just a little thing that a woman did, the way she smiled answered the question in my mind as to whether I should go on and if the work meant anything to me, and it was from the instructor, Dr. Julia Azuba Lathem. To her I owe the great happi- ness I have reaped from my work in storytelling. I took up the work with vim and determination and it has meant mere than anything else I could possibly have done in all these years.''
 Immediately after finishing the course in storytelling at Columbia" Mrs. Hem derson said T put my work into prac- tical use during my connection with the North Georgia conference. l went into nearly every village and hamlet and city in that great state, telling the children