The Birmingham age-herald., 1918-06-10
MEN, WOMEN
 AND THINGS

had been hearing much about the ideal location and the picturesqueness of the homes, and the attractiveness of the civic center at Docena, but never got to see them until Friday after noon.
 I was scheduled to take Frank G. Carpenter and his daughter Frances, out there when they were here writ ing up the district over a year ago, but as the English say, nasty" weather prevented it, and we cut it out and went elsewhere.
 For something over a month ny friend Quarles had been trying to make a date with me to come out and have part on the programme for "Win-the- War Week." and it at last developed that by a change of dates I could ar range it, and so I went, and right glad am that I did.
 I had skirted the model village sew eral times recently, but being en route elsewhere paid no particular attention to it's exact loca tion, only dimly know ing that it was somewhere beyond Ems ley. The phone line to Docena was working badly. so friend Quarles was unable to arrange which car to meet, but nothing daunted started, and picked up jitney and landed without trouble. save the Ford's inwards gave out and had to be doctored.
 
 I have known many communities to pull off patriotic days, but Docena is the first one in my knowledge which devoted a whole week to carrying out a helpful win -the-war campaign, taking in practically every phase of work in which men, women and children could engage to do their bit for Uncle Sam.
 It opened with a patriotic twilight Sunday service and closed yesterday with children's day service, parade and raising of the service flag. Sand wiched between were food demonstra- tions. lessons in canning. school garden rally, baby clinics. Red Cross work in it's various phases. Thrift Stamp day. patriotic concerts, -four minute talks" etc.
 I got there before the hour for which I was billed to speak and found very familiar sight. for gathered around a table well loaded with good things to eat, I saw the good people of Docena enjoying the fellowship of breaking bread with one another. It reminded me of what is technically known as dinner on the ground" all our Baptist associations.
 number of my friends 'spied me and tried to make me join them, but just think of it. I had stopped in Ems ley and got supper at a Greek restau- I would be too full for utterance. and wouldn't have the face to stand up and tell them that they ought to eat less, waste less, and save more. I might have choked to death, so in spite of temptation l refused even the leg of 8 CnlCken. ioul DSllcNt inc, altST SuCn sacrifice I came down heavy and strong on the gluttonous in these war times.
 Docena is bit of modern town build ing where everything is done according to we'll defined plan. It has none of the appearance of the mining camp which just grows up on the hillsides or hides itself in the ravines. It has all the beauty of well laid out estate. and has little of the ear marks of village dedicated to business. The church, the schoolhouse, the playgrounds. the square the clubhouse. the ball and tennis grounds are evidences that the wants of the community have been cared for prop erly
 After supper the crowd gathered around as the band played patriotic airs. and then Miss Cunningham sang severa