The Birmingham age-herald., 1917-12-12

11 N the early days of the present world war I heard man say this T love my country and l love my wife, but I'll be gosh-hanged and
 ding-swizzled if I'll knit!"
 As I remarked-that was in the early days of the war; I don't believe there S
 man in America today who, if he thought by knitting stocks, sweaters,
 helmets and things for our soldier boys could make their way easier. who wouldn't do so; in fact, this is being
 proven today right here in Birmingham. When heard a few days ago that in
 Red Cross unit of 50 women there was one masculine knitter, I immediately got busy to find out who and what manner of man he was; I'm regular old sleuth when I begin to track people down, and so "At the End of Perfect Day. l made my discovery and there are just lets and lots of people in this commit nifty who will be interested when l say that the man is Mir H. E. Jones, who has hundreds of friends in Birmingham who have known him since he was
 boy and liked him for his big, manly. fine character and wholesome views of life.
 MT. Jones is connected with Uncle Sam" in the postoffice service and for IS years has filled his position with credit and honor to himself and Uncle sam; he has seen republicans and democrats come and go as postmasters- Dr. Hughes, Mr. Rivers Carter, MT. Montgomery, Mr. Aldrioh and the pres e.. va e MT. Jones has made his rounds" at the First National Bank building, which is a home to him next to his own home, which is made happy by beautiful wife and one thriving youngster, both of whom are proud of the head of the house and everything that he does. I must confess that before l met Mr. Jones, having heard that he was bor- rowing Sister Susie's thunder and knit | ting socks for soldiers, l framed up a mental picture of him; I imagined that | he was slight and probably blonde-and very ladylike, so you can I imagine my surprise when a great, big brawny man stepped into my little der ] and answerec to the roll call. Mir. Jones | is what I'd call regular man." there's nothing effemnate about him, if you
 please; he could whip a dozenI Germans
 and believe me. if he had been within the age limit, he'd be doing that very thing this very minute, but as long as | he wasn't, then he felt that the next | best thing he could do was to help some
 {, of our soldier boys who are at the front | by contributing something to their com | fort and protection-as he is knitting socks for our boys
 l Tt isn't anything new for me to knit 1 MT. Jones told me when I asked hin | when he learned and where and how
 1 .Along with the time of the civil war; LII 1 in St. Clair county, where I was born and | lived until my family came to Birming. l ham, my mother taught her boys how tc l knit. There wernt many of us, just 10- l that's all and only one girl, so as my l mother needed some extra girls, sht l taught the littlest boys in the family tc knit, and I was one of them.
 1 Why, I knitted socks for myself an6 my little brothers then" MT. Jones said ''and I enjoyed it. When you once learr | to knit you don't easily forget, because l the stitch is the same. The needles may be little different from those I used i long ago, but it's all just about the same
 am now knitting my sixth pair of soz l for the soldiers" Mr. Jones told me They are all made of white wool excep 1 one pair, which I made out of gray wool They are big and heavy and ought to Dc of great service to the boys"
 ! T get through my work in the after. l noons about o'clock" MT. Jones said l and from then until the next morning I am at leisure, so why shouldn't I dt l my bit for my country by knitting? don ] consider it a woman's work altogether. 1 see nothing effeminate about it, and wher | I remember how my father used to tel