The Birmingham age-herald., 1918-11-13
MEN, WOMEN
 AND THINGS

"A wonderful day. yes, this is what Monday will go down in history as, for there was never another like it, and the chances are 1t will be a long time before this old planet will see the like again.
 Like thousands of others, was awak- ened in the early morning by the clang- ing bells, the shrieking whistles, and the firing of guns, and all the other noises which rent the air to let the world know that once more peace was lowering over the scared battlefieldsS and that men could lay down their arms and go back home and to work.
 My wife got up to go in Frank, Juniors room to see if he were properly tucked in and found him wide awake Whats the celebration about?" he asked. Its the signing of the afmi- stice," he was told, but boy-like, with confidence in his father, he said. Did daddy say so?" When informed that he had, his only remark was bit of school boy slang "hot dog!" and he turned over and went to sleep.
 I made for The Age Herald when 1t came and eagerly scanned the head lines while standing out in the yard, and then went into the libsary to read closely all that was printed in an effort to di- g6st it, but somehow it seemed too big to be true that once more this old earth of ours was to become normal and the horrid nightmare of killing would give way to striving for better ways of lir- ing,
 I ate breakfast hurriedly and walked down towards the city. The Jefferson County Bank building had its head above the dust of the streets and the smoke of the valley, looking more like great white marble monument than an office structure. It was to me emblematic of the new times when once more com mercial business would relegate the war activities to the background. Yes, now comes the test of the reconstruction of our great industrial and commercial life.
 I reached the golf links of the Country material things into what the old gospel writer called the "heavenles,' for it seemed like old things were passing away and we were on the era of times burst ing with potentialities for the remaking of society more conformable to the teachings of the Master, whose propa- ganda the world has not yet fully tried out.
 was treading on the springy sod. had both the physical sensation of walking on velvet, and the spiritual conscious ness that I was breathing an unusually rarified spiritual atmosphere l had a sense of exaltation, and in small de- gree was experiencing the feeling of the saints of old who by fasting and prayer, lifted themselves above worldly things as they thought in unison with the divine. For the time all trouble had passed away, and l was above petty annoyances. Even the passing by me of street car failed to put me out of humor, for all at once it dawned on me that on such 8 wonderful day" it would be silly to fret about getting to my office few minutes late, for world events had done away with ordinary time and I was in tune with the infinite.
  Yes, every year when the old year dies the same shrieking of whistles and ringing of bells usher in the, coming of the New Year, but Mondays outburst was filled with greater power for it was the birth of democracy for the world, the starting point of new era from which mankind in the centuries to come would look back upon with reverence and awe and celebrate it as a holy day.
 It was "a wonderful day. and thank God that America had stood the test