The Birmingham age-herald., 1920-03-17

The Irish have a breezy way,
 Of making you believe,
 That you're the greatest thing on earth
 Without meaning to deceive.
 -Old Irish Melody. I1T1HE Irish, God bless 'em. don't you
 love 'em with their gay, non-
 chalant air. the1r Inimitable sense of humor, their merry twinkling eyes. and their little way of making you believe you are the greatest thing on earth, without meaning to deceive?" c'Blarney," pure and simple, but you love it, and so do l. and so does every body)
 Yes, everybody deep down in his heart has a heart for somebody, some thing, that is Irish, and on St. Pat rick's Day in the morning you are not getting half the joy out of life that you should if you haven't on your breakfast table bit of Shamrock. for it's mighty poor American citizen who can't establish some sort of Irish ancestor on this day of days even if It's no better than a great, great aunt, 1 0ASA0At ACldllNc OL SOI16 SOIl, only to have some sort of utilization with "Ye Olde Sod'
 Even great aunt (by marriage), not to speak of one of your distant great, great grandmothers swapping cats with somebody's else great, great grandmother, will justify you in the Wearing of the Green" today, which for once signifies not jealousy" but pride"
 St. Patrick's Day in the morning seems to me to be the logical day for celebrating the lapse of winter into spring--in fact, the weather man hint ed to me the other day that there was bit of gossip going the rounds any way about "wintering lingering so long In the lap of spring. (My, how folk Go talk). But, any way, St. Patrick s Day in the morning is really the logi- cal line which marks the demise of winter and the birth of the beautiful. gay, evanescent spring. all flowery and joyous and beautiful and young. That very first harbinger of spring, the Crocus, which peeps saucily at you from underneath "Ye olde sod" wears | bit of green about it, the tiny leaves showing just this touch of color, so that every indication even from nature itself points to the wearing of the green on St. Patricks Day, when win ter should be every sign in the caien- , dar have finished passing.
 St. Patricks Day ushers in a num- Der of other days. to be celebrated for | before the week Is ended, there will be Sheelan's birthday and St. Joseph's eve. l have always adored St. Joseph ever since I read Temple Thurston's fam tastic story, "The City of Beautiful ! Nonsense" when the hero and the hero inc of that charming book met at the altar in the little church on St. Jo- seph's eve and prayed for the things l they wanted most.
 l One may ask St. Joseph for so many l things that go toward making life hap pier. He seems such a human sort of saint; you can talk to him about lovers and pin money and the luxuries which are the necessities of men, for from him seem to flow all the good things which money cannot buy. Oh, adorable St. Joseph!
 Every saint possesses his own sep | arate quality. efficacious in it's owr way St. Rock holds the magic philtre 1 of health; you pray to St. Anthony to receive all those things which you've I lost. Of course, it is impossible to enumerate all the saints in the many pages of the many volumes of Butler S | Lives" For safety at sea, St. Gerald, 1 for instance, but always we mention St. Joseph, and the lovelorn, instead