The Birmingham age-herald., 1917-01-28
SUNDAY ON A TRAIN
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I into good use Tt is true" he admits.
 that slang represents a living element
 growth But it does not follow that every
 slang word or phrase will at last become a part of the language Many slang words remain slang for centuries; booze
 for example, meaning liquor or to drink llquor was slang before Shakespeare's S
 time just as it is today. Large numbers of others fade and disappear after a brief vogue-every slang dictionary is m,i- scum of these withered metaphors. It reminded me of the fellow who toured Europe on his honeymoon He took his bride to all the great cities. and spent days in museums and nights at the thea tres or opera. Together they climbed the alps Side by side on moonIit nights they sailed over Lake Lucerne. Hand in hand they strolled in the garden of the Tuilieres. After months they returned to America. One night the groom in calling up the wedding journey, said to his bride; Well, dear, what impressed you most on our trip He got an an- swer that came near causing separa- tion, for, said the wife of his bosom: Didn't that hotel clerk at Milan have a love of a mustache."
 had to go down to Farmville church near Opelika to preach an ordination sermon. It was crisp, cold day. The automobile ride was bracing. I was guest in the hospitable Wilson home It was hog killing time. Just to make you underfed city folks mouths water. I'll run over a few porcine delicacies: Hoes' feet. spare ribs, backbone, sausage, han. chitlings, souse. I'll stop, or you will think this is a paragraph out of my "Tips to Housewives
 Have you ever been to a country church in a prosperous neighborhood, where the old-time southern hospitality is still the custom. If not, you have no idea Of what friendliness means. All around the Farmville church are hospitable homes, where doors are always open to friends and where no stranger Is ever turned away.
 lived once in Washington, Ga, the home of Gen. Robert Toombs. It's an old story in Georgia, but for fear you have never heard it, I now give it. Some en- terprising citizens were going around getting up subscriptions to build hotel, when the general was solicited to take a few shares He declined on the ground that it was not needed. Said he: "Any decent stranger who visits my home town IS welcome in my home, and if he isn't worthy to be entertained we don't want him in Washington This is the way the Farmville neighborhood feels about the stranger within their gates.
 The pastor of the Opeika church, pr. w. F. Hines, and the pastor of the Au- burn, church. Rev M. P. Edwards, took part in ordaining Rev. Mir. Reeb to the ministry. These. with the deacons of the above churches, together with the dea- cons of the Farmville church, composed the presbytery
 Alabama is dotted with country churches. Most of them are both reli- gious and social centers Grouped about them are the men and women who are the backbone of our citizenship. This Sunday morning many of them are filled with worshipful members
 
 like to have forgotten one of the pleasantest incidents of my trip. Have you ever ridden through the country until you were chilled to the marrow, and then just as dark was failing come into room lit up by a fire in an old fashioned chimney, with logs piled high, sending out warmth and fragrance while the sobbing music of the burning hickory put sleep into your tired body~ and the faces in the flame called up sweet mem- ories. I'm sorry for you who have to sit by cheerless radiator, smoker furnace, CT an unhospitable grate. Some of you who have grown rich fin town will recall the good cd times when you sat in the chimney corner and listened to the story of the days work or heard the neighbor hood gossip, I got to warm myself by sure enough wood fire.
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