The Birmingham age-herald., 1919-04-22
MEN, WOMEN
 AND THINGS

I got to spend Easter Sunday at home. or at least a part of the day, for after breakfast had to rush off to fill a preach 1 ing appointment at Docena- I walked across to the Tidewater car and then got jitney' from Ensley.
 
 | If you have never been to Docena you have missed seeing one of the prettiest industrial settlements in the Birmingham district The civic center is most attrac- l tive. The school and the play grounds an comfortable.
 got there before the Easter Programme of the Docena Sunday school had been completed and heard some of the songs, anthems, and selections of the quartet. The children's service closed with re- spcnsive readings, and immediately went into the pulpit and began to preach as did not wish to overlook the little ones.
 As the children outnumbered the grown i people l changed my sermon for their benefit. I know of nothing more satis- f l children, for if you interest them they show it so plainly in their faces, for when you catch their attention they lit orally seem to greedily eat up your words, but on the other hand if you fail to get l it they show it unmistakably by the way they wiggle in their seats. | I preached a short sermon telling of the birth, life. death and resurrection or Christ in simple story form, and after greetings to some old friends and the meeting of new ones, was driven over to Ensley and boarded Tidewater ! car, and dismounting at Avondale | tramped across the hills to my home in Mountain Terrace in time for dinner. My, but it was good to be able to ear a midday meal in my home Remem- Der that I have this pleasure very rarely even on Sundays. Now some of you busi- ness men who have to get your lunch down town every day, will I am sure, pardon me if I speak out my joy over the pleasure I got in having time in which to sit leisurely and choose the things I liked and to ask for more if my appetite called for it.
 I It was just home dinner and that was the reason it was so good to me; while there may be some men who like frills and feminine display in service, naperies, and rare dishes, I am sure the average man prefers simple things we'll cooked, i and served rather abundantly instead of daintily. Any way I am here setting down my preference
 | The piece de resistance was fat baked hen cooked so tenderly that it was really hard to carve her, but as there was no company present, I didn't mind it when the joints almost parted when the carv- l ing knife touched them. I am rather poor carver anyway, but I have first cousin Frank Willis Barnett of Wash | irgton, Georgia, who is real artist, and it's treat to see him at work on tur key forgot to state that the hen was out of my flock and Ifelt bit mean that she had been sacrificed because having i finished laying, her mother instinct made her persistent in wanting to "set' You can call it "sit" if you prefer.
 Now I know I'll get a curtain lecture for setting down part of the menu Of our Sunday dinner, for it was just an old fashioned Southern affair. There were other homely dishes which I will not enumerate, for you can imagine them as I There was golden butter made at home, whipped cream, and blanc mango for des- ert sprinkled with luscious strawberries from my own patch, and all the milk wanted fresh from Madame Islay May, my registered Jersey.
 1 I felt so good when I got up from table that I asked my wife to show me over the place, and arm in arm we went out first to the hen yard, for one of the prize Plymouth Rock beauties had sur prsed us by matching out a batch of the lcveliest and fluffiest little Easter chick ens She certainly delivered them at a most appropriate time, and was rewarded by having the incest kind of a home made for her and her biddies.
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 | then got to see my little Jersey heifer who is now going on six months old, and is about the prettiest piece of calves flesh that I ever looked upon, and is as gentle as kitten for she is the pet of the house. hold. Her mother looked so well groomed that we staked her out in the front yard where she could be admired by the pass CTS by as she cropped the lawn. No COW lover ever passes her without stopping or at least turning around to get a good l look at her.
 At our heels, "Woolly,'' the worse spoiled dog in America, but the friendliest 1 little rascal I have ever known. was | barking and jumping with joy, much 1 to the disgust and annoyance of Madame Islay May, who is his mortal foe. There ! is only one thing he hates more than he does an automobile, and that is motor cycle, but all the afternoon he was in state of frenzy as with uplifted head he was splitting out defiance to the airplanes which were buzzng above cold night and frosty mornings that my garden was doing fine. I walked out in my peach orchard and while I have none of the early variety yet I found the trees