The Birmingham age-herald., 1919-06-04
MEN, WOMEN
 AND THINGS

haVlng spent the greater part Of last week in court, and having a big day on Saturday and a full one on Sunday. I woke up on Monday with case of what is known in ministerial circles as preachers blues"
 And then the weather itself had de- pressing effect I had no appetite. for not even the knowledge that was to attend the bar lunch at the Southern club could whet it in the least degree. I was that indifferent to food that even Ro- tary luncheon at the Tutwiler would have left me indifferent
 My fondness for the movies seemed to have passed away. and I strolled by all the picture houses without any desire to enter any of them. Charley Chaplain couldn't have feazed my ennui with his famous walk. Scotty Arbuckle's famous stomachic boxing feats would have left me smileless. Theda Baras most seduc- cold and critical. Even Mary Pickford in her latest successes as juvenile would have made no dent in my gloom.
 
 I went in to see Sol Caheen, for fre- quently if I am in the dumps a chat with Sol will fix me all right, for usually he has a good joke to spring or we get to talking about the old days here in Bir- | mingham or Vicksburg and l forget my grouch. But Monday even Sol couldn't turn the trick and I knew that was in a bad way and that probably had better see my doctor and get spring tonic. There is usually one place where I can l find solace when all others 1il and par l ticularly so on a rainy day and so hied myself into the book department of Love- man, Joseph and Loeb, where the clerks are used to having me finger the books | on the table and in the shelves at will l without any thought of taking the trou- | ble to ask me if I want to be waited on | Sometimes I make purchase but more often they know I am just killing time ! Somehow no book held my attention. | I then began to wander aimlessly around the streets, stopping on corners to watch the passers by or edging up to look at the shop windows. I am nat ural born boulevardier, and generally can find much entertainment in quietly stroll ing in the down town district, for there is always life. But Monday I was un- able to throw off my ''jinx," and as am usually an optimist, it was getting on my nerves.
 I managed to kill the time up to the
 luncheon given by the Birmingham Bar
 association to Colonel Caffey, and on
 coming out Bob McDavid said, DOC.
 there is double header" To me it was like throwing life preserver to a drown , ing man, and so I hurried down ana , caught car for Redwood park. thought within myself. now here is where I will get to kill at least three hours pleasantly, for my friend Brown Parks had greeted me with one of his rare , smiles as I passed him just under the grandstand where he sells tickets for
 reserved seats.
 . 1 I walked up the incline and there. , perched on the front row like two dis
 
 and Bob McDavid. I joined them and
 soon Tom Anderson came into the group, and d bit later "prexy'' Smith sauntered
 into the circle. Then there began the
 game familiarly known as passing the buck" and believe me there were some experts in it. I'll say that Tom had
 the edge on the others. for he spoke his
 mind without restraint
 ; He began by holding 'W. D. respon sible for everything disagreeable. He let
 it be known that Henry, Bob and l had
 come m on passes, and out of decency
 must put up with anything, but that he had paid his good hard earned money l. and had right to kick. He expressed himself on the bone headedness of call
 ing off the first game after he had nearly
 broken his neck to arrive at 2:30. He wa' . hot and thirsty and when he found hl' , coca cola milk warm his language wal " unprintable.
 Nothing pleased him. Looking down h.
 saw Carleton Molesworth, the dought,
 manager, batting out balls and in hl frame of mind it was like red rag U n a bull. Here is where he got personal :. The sight of him in his managerial suit : caused him to say, "Just look at Gladys s did you ever see such costume? Why n l looks as if he had made himself up for e brakeman on the A. B. and A." Thi @ was too much for the president of tn T Birmingham club and for the sport writ
 CTS, and they all said, "oh. Tom, hay a heart!
 Then somehow Charley Frank got int
 the conversation. do not remember wh introduced the fiery magnate. but it de
 veloped that he was about the shrewdes
 in the Southern league, for being amoi j. dextrous he has the other managers out 10 classed for when he sets down to fisur 'f on a deal or programme and fails t r work either out with his right hand h m sends in his left paw and wins ou t, No wonder he is hard to hold.
 I cared less about whether the game
 games were played than any man pres
 ent but it got terribly on the nerves C some when the first game was called oi and later the second one. At matte
 of fact was more interested in the tai
 fest than was in the playing, for a n, though I have been out several times th