The Birmingham age-herald., 1919-07-20

the approach to the view of Moccasn Bend, in the distance. Miles and miles lay between us, but still that beautiful landscape scars above the space and makes all of life seem more beautiful.
 In Tennessee we find crops little more forward, yet even these, some what behind, pastures been cared for, and better barns, and a higher grade of stock Evidently Tennessee does not ex- rect to suffer for tobacco, for this crop was plentiful and in fine shape. All the way corn small, nor did we see a single field of cotton on the road. Evi- dently the germ, the well meaning germ, of dversification has arrived in the southland and no more will Kaiser Boil
 Weevil wield a deadly blow to the farmers prosperity. One could gaze from the windows all the way and see
 the things so worth while to farm and
 village, but on board the train were so
 many travelling that if one is interested
 in folks it is hard not to gaze a little
 on the inside
 Probably the opportunity of knowing
 some of the people would not have been | mine, but for bad habit of sleeping
 soundly. l had fallen asleep, and a neighbor told me three conductors had
 tried to awaken me. in order to see my ticket. I was very sorry to have been So stupid, but again very glad that 1 SOiilSIhiAS Hdu idPpSlteO tO give me the | opportunity to speak and laugh with my | height ors.
 Among the passengers was a Mrs Du-
 Bose of Fort Worth Tex, who with her | husband had been visiting relatives ir Dallas county, and Mrs. DuBose was CT
 route to visit friend in Tennessee before | returning west.
 Nobody from a distance ever goes neal old Cahaba- They did no wish to see the
 remains of the once thrifty city bu
 whose few remnants are left to tell the tale of people and truth. Mrs. DuBost motored to Cahaba, and dwelt upon the calamity of time and fate. Mir DuBose is connection of Mrs. Burruss, the wife
 of one of our city fathers.
 A face seemed so familiar sat just a | few seats behind us, a splendid faced
 young woman and her 12-year-old daugh
 ter It was Mrs. Frederick Fletcher of Pittsburg. girl known once in Ala l bama and Mobile as Louise Mann. Her ! father, the late Colonel Mann, was for years president of the Mobile and Ohio 1 railroad. Mrs. Fletcher had spent the 1 winter in Jackson, Miss, and was en route to Hagerstown, Md, to visit rela- | lives before returning to her home in l Pennsylvania. Years had passed since
 knowing the little girl in Mobile and we | travelled over those years sometimes | there were smiles and again there was | sorrowful news. many changes have
 taken place.
 Then too, there was a very lovely young
 woman from Birmingham, on the way | to her old home in Morristown, Tenn,
 where she will spend her vacation days Mrs. T. P. Hay. Mrs. Hay is one of [ those new citizens who is very alive to l the worth while things-she knows what | is going on in everyday Hfe-is not a l bit gossipy, but awake and interesting, | and her supreme interest in home-mak- 1 ing indicates the true type of modern woman.
 1 The inexperienced tourist never fails to l do the awkward stunt, so I missed my l train in Washington, had a lay over i from S:45 a. m. until 310 D. m., and pour l ing down rain, too. This does not inter- 1 fere with a person who is determined to kill time pleasantly I boarded a street car to look around. Nor was 1 long in understanding why I was left | it truly was providential On the way | to the museum I met two old friends one I had. not seen for 40 years-Mrs " M. Mason of Fort Worth, Tex, formerly
 Laura Osborn of Greensboro, Ala, and Mrs. Carrie Osborn Taylor of Dallas