The Birmingham age-herald., 1917-04-01

Hence and poverty hold sway and where the high cost of living Is printed in the lines under the eyes that peep out from white, strained, almost gray-b blue faces"
 Surely, Miss Marie Forsman must feel that her work brings light, cheer and comfort in places where the flow CTS do not bloom and the birds do not sing
 Yours Is the attainment of that mental and spiritual attitude that brings happiness from your ideals rather than outward conditions. May our Father endow you with continued strength and light to create the im- pulse in society to lay aside its spring togs.D D. D." Won't you step aside with me just for a moment, please-from the stress of business and war and society and spring togs" and housekeeping and motoring and the hundreds of other things that occupy our mind in this busy work a-day world, and take a peep with 'The Sunshine of Paradise Alley into that part of Birmingham where sickness and pestilence and pow erty hold sway, and where the high cost of living Is printed in the lines under eyes that peep out from white,
 
 l say take peep with "The Sunshine of Paradise Alley" for this is what I've chosen to call the wonderful dis trict nurse. It is my own little name for her; one that I think fits her like a glove, for if she isn't "The Sunshine of Paradise Alley" then the world doesn't move, and the flowers do not bloom, and tho birds do not sing. and the sick are never made comfortable! There's fn <k,% :, Sunshine of Paradise Alley" is Miss Marie Forsman. the kindly angel of mercy who Wends her way through hovel and mart through sickness and poverty, always smiling, always bringing a message of l joy and happiness to those who but for | the good offices of the splendid band of women in Birmingham who hold together the District Nurses association would never know what the words "comfort'' or convenience"
 Suppose for example we turn the cor ner down on Poverty Row and drop in for moment to see little Tommy Tucker Tommy Fuckers Q little wretched crip- pied up little fellow, all twisted and turned-a convalescent from the dread disease-meningitis.
 He's waitin' fer ye," whispers little Tommy Fuckers frail little stopped mother to "The Sunshine of Paradise
 
 Little Tommy Tucker Is sitting at the kitchen table-there's precious little else at Tommy's house except the kitchen table-playing with pile of clothes pins. he sits in his little chair all day long while his poor little mother washes and washes and he watches wistfully over his little baby brother; he would have looked grotesque in a blue gingham apron made for little girl not nearly as large as he is, but when you looked at his face you forgot he wore a girls apron two sizes too small for him, and you forgot that he was pretty nearly paralyzed all over, and you forgot that he is anaemic and wretched and sick, for he fairly beamed with joy at just the fun of being -alivel
 Poor little Tommy Tucker! He's so pitiful and white and wan and worn looking.
 Poor little Tommy Tucker; he couldnt have doctors like other little boys when he was so deseprately i'll and his mother didn't know about the District Nurses association, and 50 Tommy just grew up all crooked and twisted and never com plained, but went on taking care of his little baby brother just the same, while the poor little mother washed and washed and ironed and ironed during the day time, and often into the night, trying to earn bite of bread, and then suddenly The Sunshine of Paradise Alley heard about little Tommy Tucker and went to see him and began tc work with him and give him the right treatment--massage and things-and to give him some nourish- ing food, and the Lord be praised-little Tommy Tucker is going to grow straight.