The Birmingham age-herald., 1919-04-27


 the suggestion that ''Doubtless God could have made buster women than Dr. Rosalie Slaughter Morton, but doubt less God never did"
 This busiest and most accomplishing women, having done practically every other good deed imaginable, ministering to the ills of mankind-alleviating pain, working here and there, among the poor as well as the rich-establishing clinics, conducting one of the largest medical practices in the city of New York, now reverently and philanthropically turns to the grief-stricken country of Serbia, and with hands across the seas" hopes to do something for this downtrodden, dec astated country.
 Those who know Dr. Morton personally (and didn't until last Tuesday when this distinguished woman was the guest of Birmingham for the day and my sweet friend, Mrs. Eugene l.. Brown, who was a school mate and girlhood friend of Dr. Morton, kindly invited me to meet her) have no misgivings of her realizing this hope!
 Just a hasty etching" if you please a pen picture" as it were, of this re- markabe woman, before l tell you any thing else. Imagine a spirit of chain mail run through with electricity. flashing, vital, powerful, and the whole tucked away in 8 robust, healthy, powerful body, and you have the real Dr. Morton l could use such 'bromidisms' as human dynamo" Hive wire and a dozen other things like that, but Dr Morton is more than these phrases indicate; physically she swings almost beneath the woman's average height she is well sinewed, clean cut, pretty as picture, with her flashing brown eyes and dark brown hair softly waving from beneath the becoming over seas" cap she wears to match her khaki uniform. I'd say that her "colatura scheme" is flaming autumn, cast in the shadows for her brownish hair burns red shadows into it's big coils and braids and the browns are predominant in her warm olive skin and her ominous eyes, black-lashet, blaclS-irised, flash with stray reflection of the same rich reds in their high lights.
 In common parlance, if you'll let me be frivolous for a moment and apply this epithet to pr. Morton-"Shes an all round peachi'
 This you understand is my own impress sion expressed in my own way of this many sided" woman, gleaned from a "whirlwind" conversation with her which meant the End of a Perfect Day. to me, but probably not for her, for she had spoken a round half dozen times during the day before schools, societies, the Red Cross and goodness knows what else; vet she wasn't too tired to tell the story over again to me.
 Besides all the other wonderful things Dr. Morton has already accomplished, she's just begun; she's going to be still more of 'an all round beach," for she s found a couple of million Cat least it seemed so to mel new things lying around loose to do for those poor little Serbian children lover there," and what's more do them!
 As I said before. with hundreds of things behind her that she has already done, travelling, writing, housekeeping, practicing medicine (her clientele being among the most exclusive and desirable in the great city of New York;, Dr. Morton still has a few more hand gren- ades' to hurl in behalf of suffering hu- ma1ity, and again, as I said before, those who know her know that she'll march right straight lover seas'' in the ''merrie month of May" armed with funds, cloth ing, donations, medicine, food and every thing else she wants for those little Ser bian children, whom she loves so much, and for whom she's working with might and main.
 I have told you about pr. Rosalie Slaughter Morton, the woman-now let me say a word about pr. Rosalie Slaughter Morton the physician. After graduating with honors from the Womans Medical college of Pennsylvania, whither she went from her southern home in Lynchburg, Va (and that makes us prouder than ever before of this gifted woman because she's a southerner), Dr. Morton spent