The Birmingham age-herald., 1918-09-11
MEN, WOMEN
 AND THINGS

One never knows what 1t is that is go. ing to set ones memories going. It may case it was the latter.
 Recently I saw picture at the Strand. think it went under the title, Her Man. but the name is unimportant. In the first place, it was one of the most perfect pieces of photography I ever saw, and then the scenes in the mountain country were both real and beautiful, and the characters true to life.
 The story in itself was historical and checked full of human interest and taught lesson frequently overlooked, and that is in spite of our training and our progress in education and morals, the layer of civilization on which we rest is mighty thin when elemental passions grip the human soul.
 It was the tale of daughter Of the pioneers of the bleak north, who after hundred or more years of the refining influence of New England culture got the kink into her conscience that it was her mission to leave behind her refined friends, give up her luxurious life and go south and settle among the mountaineers in the heart of the feud country and get them to lay aside their prejudices and put up their guns.
 The film opens showing the lovely New England home of wealth in which moved the picked men and women of leisure who were looking on life as play. We see her as she watches her stalwart lover as he makes a goal at polo, and the scene in which, surrounded by every comfort, she breaks her engagement and hands him back his ring, true to the spirit ot the New England crusader in whose veins burned the spirit of self-sacrifice which gave strength to her forbears to carve out home in the bleak wilderness in revolutionary days.
 We next glimpse her as she is being guided by the old mountain preacher who swapped his trusty rifle for Bible and who was shepherd for the bloody coun- try in which he was the one trusted link between the feudsts.
 His features. his dress and his sim pie actions were drawn true to life, for J have met few of his type and no finer breed of man lives today than the old pioneers of the cross who play their un- selfish lives far away from the spotlight, hid away in the coves or perched on the sides of Gods eternal hills, as beacon lights in land of lawlessness calling men to follow in the steps of the Mas ter.
 From the Hub of the Universe tc be pitched on the outer rim of civilization is some flight, and yet we see the heroine bravely facing the conditions as she spends her first night under the humble roof mountaineer and gets her first taste of what it means to live so close together that there Is small chance for privacy or the decencies of life, and yet she never murmurs, but sticks doggedly and fanatically to her hopeless task.
 The building of the rough school Is real istic and shows how hard 1t is to erect homes or schools where oxen have to haul the logs which are newed out by hands and labor is unskilled. It's roofed in, and then things begin to happen lively. There is a mountain dance. We see band of feudists come to shoot it up and watch the quick way in which those cn the inside make ready for the attack. We see the conclusion of it all and it seems like a bad dream of bygone days.
 It is wonderful story or days which hope are rapidly passing. It's the kind of a picture which gives an impression which no book can hope to reach. and shows the educational value which is pos-