The Birmingham age-herald., 1917-01-22
MEN, WOMEN
 AND THINGS

The many friends of L. J. Haley, Jrr of Birmingham will be grieved to hear of the death of his mother at the old home in Virginia yesterday at the age of S1. Mrs. Haley was of the dis tinguished Long family of Virginia; from whom came pr. John c. Long, the historian, and pr. John L. Johnson, the linguist and father of our fellow citi- zen, Crawford Johnson
 | She married Dr. L. J. Haley, Sr, in 1858, then just graduated from Rich mond college and the University of : Virginia and she has shared the life and work of her distinguished hus- band in promoting the educational, re- 1 iligious and social life during these oS years as faithful helpmeet. Her hus- band survies her, and her death is the more to be lamented because of his ex- treme illness. There are many Vir- ginians, especially from Louisa county, who will feel peculiar loss because of the death of Mrs. Haley, for there are many who have just reason to be grateful for her gracious life. She is survived by several children.
 1 l was talking with Dr. B. F. Riley the other day, and in trying to get at what is news from the standpoint of the secular press, he said: Tn the words of the Mas ter, By thy words thou shalt be justified and by thy words thou shalt be con- demned. Language is the index of char f as an individual If you had all the words a man ever uttered, you could tell what manner of man he is. Some folks say l Clothes make the man. In fact, it's words that make him. The language he clothes his thought in betrays him more than the dress he wears. You can tell even from the leading dailies that America is | Christian country. Go to the Sandwich Islands, and you'll find more words meaning murder and hate than any oth- ers''
 1 During my London days I used to go to 1 hear the great Sturgeon preach. He was at that time as startling to the religious world as is Billy Sunday in this twen- tieth century. One day he preached sermon on ''Meanness," and when done woman came up and said: Your ser mon fitted me. l am the meanest mem Der in your church." and the blunt Eng l fish preacher said Well, that's what have learned about you. It's true that you are a gossip" She flew into a rage and said Tt is not true; l am just as good as those who backbite me. l de- mand to know who has been talking about me-" The wise but witty student of human nature laughed and said: The cap seems to fit you too well. This reminds me that Diogenes was going through the streets of Athens one day. wearing a ragged robe, and a down cast countenance Being met by brother philosopher, and queried as to why he was so garmented he replied "Oh, am very humble man, and this robe is an expression of my humility" His friend answered: why, Diogenes, can see the pride through the holes of your robe"
 
 Diogenes was street philosopher. His
 
 from his lips on the passerby I can im- agine a crowd gathering about him, like unto the throng, who, on sunny days, warm their backs against the walls of the First National Bank building at the cor ner of Second avenue and Twentieth streets to hear the local political gossip of the city, the county and the country ] This is Birminghams political clearing house.
 | I. ran into pr. James A. Duncan the other day. It was the first time I had | met him since he came to be the pastor I of the Norwood Methodist church. He has many warm friends in Birmingham, who are glad to once more have him as l 8 citizen. I used to hear him preach during his pastorate at the First Meth l odst church. His sermons were always l instructive and entertaining. Dr. Duncan is man of charming personality. l am glad to have him back in our midst 1 The incident about the gallantry of the | newsboy gave occasion for one of the charming women connected with the Newsboys' club to call my attention to I the fact that it had been the means of
 helping the manners of the newsies. 1 am glad to know that the work is reach 1 ing the little chaps who in good and bad weather, stand on our street cor 1 ners selling the daily papers. At a later time I hope to look in on the club and give more intimate picture of it's work ings.
 l It was a very windy day. matron with umbrella threatening every minute to become parachute was trying to turn the corner at the Empire building. She had almost gotten into a safe place when l a gust of wind blew her umbrella inside 1 out. This time 1t was one of the men l in the composing room of The Age Herald who came to the rescue. He took the
 wreck of umbrella inside the drug store and turned It's outside inward. Such acts show that chivalry is not monopo-
 lized by the members of the 400. l Trying to get around a corner in the skyscraper district on windy day is a feat It's hard for a man. It's almost l impossible for a woman to do without getting tangled up in her skirts. Some
 how the tall buildings give a twist to 1 the air currents.
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