The Birmingham age-herald., 1918-10-04
MEN, WOMEN
 AND THINGS


 I dropped over to Anniston last week to get in touch with real. sure-enough "camp town," for Camp Mcclellan is no longer an experiment., but is perma- nency.
 I do not see how an army cantonment could be more fortuitously or beautifully
 located. The great valley with the noun tains for background and the lovely vistas are joy forever to those who have the privilege of daily looking upon them. I used to marvel at the mountaineers' love of the mountains. and could not un- derstand his scorn of the lowlands It always bothered me in reading Scotch stories or Scotch history, but now know just how and why the feeling, for I put in happy year in the mountains of east Tennessee.
 l suppose this is the reason that when built me a home I went out in the l Mountain Terrace district and got me lot overlooking the Country club and the | city, so that when my days work was over l could sit on my porches and rest my eyes with the long view" It's we'll to quit using the microscope for awhile and sweep the heavens with the tele- scope. Sure, let us keep our feet firmly
 on the ground, but let us lift our heads ! into the blue of Gods heaven
 l I believe it was Kipling who pointed out the fact that if a man spent all his time in cities he would at last grow into the idea that man made everything, ana therefore it was well for him frequently
 to go out into the country to learn that God is the creator of the heavens and the
 earth. I think it does some of the city
 chaps good, and particularly those who have spent their lives in tenements, to be brought as they are at Camp Mcclellan, face to face with the eternal hills. | I have great sympathy for the old woman who all her life had skimped, and fwho, when taken by some charitable or ganization to the seashore, sat on the beach and watched the waves ever roli- | call for dinner, and when asked her req son for wishing to sit by the seashore, i ihumbly replied: Because it's the first l time in all my life that have ever seen
 enough of anythipg" The ocean, like the mountains, gives one the of won>
 der and drives home the fact that God
 and not man, is the true maker"
 | went over and spent the night with my friend, D. c. Cooper. at Oxford. For years have been doing this at least once during the fall, for it means country trip, and there are no more beautiful val leys than lie in and around it and the drives to Anniston only had some Annis- tonian like Colonel McKleroy or John Knox to act as their guide, they would have their eyes opened to know that such beautiful country was in days
 reach of Birmingham.
 We'll, friend Cooper knows the charm ing roads even better than they, and to
 sit by his side in his high powered car as II eats up tHc InlleS as we TuSl py the beautiful country homes and get slimpses of the far-away hills. or inti- Innate peeps into the lovely valley at our
 sides, is to give tired city man new lease on life. It's the best tonic I know for weary nerves.
 The other day we went speeding up the
 Choccolocco valley. Isn't the name itself ! fragrant with days when the Indiar lroamed through it in chase, or built his
 tepees on the side of the aboundine springs, for Calhoun county is wonder
 fully blessed in flowing springs. Some of them bubble up modestly at the foo
 of tree, while others rush forth { mighty torrent like Coldwater, supply ing the thirst of . great city
 We were headed for Rabbktown. !