The Birmingham age-herald., 1922-10-14
f You are a newspaper Woman


 We went down to Lock I2 and waa because they fetched us back to
 Otherwise v-e'd have been lookin Fanee5 Youngblood please not to mi Q iittle after 8.
 Frances didn't come, even after we called her home; tried to wake up Mrs 7. B. Reid and tell her to be sure to send a special message to Frances to get at Cianton instead ds yerbena. Finally rang up the Ensley fire department to see if they wouldn't be kind enough to bear her the news.
 Birmingham Dead
 No answer. Everything dead in Birmingham. Nothing alive, and nos body up, except just Lock 12, where the power company every minute was making several tons of electrici- ty just for us to burn and tell yarns ]. by.
 The upshot of 1t was, two off [ cials of the Power company, who 2 were coming down to the dam, prom ised to see that Frances should get
 
 12 instead of missing it. All keyed up, they boarded the train, made two search warrant trips through 1t. then sat down to entertain each other and smoke because Frances was not on the train-hand-ba nor nothingi
 Miss Youngblood thought 4 o'clock of a frosty morning was too early for any poor mortal to get up and nn Df ia were gahvating in and out among 2 the grocery stores at Verbena asking if anybody had seen her, Frances was peacefully pursuing her literary pur- suits, and, In the words of Mary Gillen, mot studdin' that let-loose -orowd.'
 o, I just love this kind of story.
 It's fine.
 Chance For Personals
 Here all us newspaper slaves are always writing about how the other feller is having good time; how he's riding automobiles; poking his nose over dangerous chasms; climb ing high Mont Blancs; disporting himself in cross country trips, while we have to labor. This time we can just write about ourselves--and brag and tell what sort of milkweeds are growing near Clanton; and how we ndu lne lllHt Ol OuI tINCS AiOW the chauffeur almost killed fry ing sized chicken-and oh, land
 Gimme roomi
 It began when the voice of Miss Dewey Bryant of Alabama Power company called up last week and said the officials of the company wanted to play hosts to the femin- inc newspaper writers of Birming- ham. The f. n. wis. had been kind; and besides the company wanted to see what was happening in the mid dle of the Coosa river near Clan ton.
 She said they didn't want any story written; 1t was just to give us a merry time.
 Such getting to the Age Herald managing editorl
 He said "Yes."
 We said, "Glory."
 It banned out that Dolly Dal- rymple had to go to an anniversary party; Mrs. Henley. propeller of the society driving wheel, had some aAneay stuff to get m and also coDidn't go.
 But Berney Gillen, who does the court house, and could go. So Mary Gillen, another, reader. just back from Chicago, radiant, prettier than ever, and full of pep, because on the JVbAiiNN bAC CiOWu hDpL Ter mount ing stages, chairs and window boxes 10 reci,e the tale again and again about the old lady who went to a hanging. but who turned her head just as the drop fell, and done missed the hanging, bless Gawd. clear light"
 Who Went
 Following was the group that fin ally arrived at the depot and lined up; everybody with big grip for the men to carry-all except Mrs. Richard Johnston, one of the chaper- ones, who yet iss to be summoned be- fore the newspaper court to tell how she could carry enough stuff in ] SKIS bag to supply other people with brushes, combs, sleeping apparatus, and beautifyer's outfit. The thing~ yielded surprises like a magician's : hat-band.
 In this group are a few friends besides the makers of local history; Anita Hodges, young and very beau- tiful, who is just back from school and who was wearing the cutest combination dress in the whole bri- gade, being suitable equally-which E. Gbe. newest fashion in the north Tor either horseback. or automobile ridine.
 It vas a combination of knicker suggest on, and clever one-piece sult witch no one ever could possibly dave guessed was anything but charning street costume. Mary Gill len said everybody in Chicago was wearing them-but of course it takes , Birmingham several months to really { keep up with that windy place. The ideas just naturally blow in there quicker.
 More Guests
 Then there was Miss Bryant, al- ready mentioned, hostess for the : Power company. along with Rich ard Johnston, Jr., director of radio programs, who acted as the com pany's host; Mrs. W. J. Baldwin, charming wife of MT. Baldwin of the company, who was the other ! chaperone besides Mrs. Johnston, [ Miss Jessica Ingram, of the Bir- mingham News, whose collar was much admired-a clever little thing of gray-brown; Mrs c. F. Market, of the same paper, whose costume of blue was the envy of Mrs. Johnston, who wanted to know where she bought it. But up to o'clock last night Mrs. Market remained firm and refused to give up her secret; MT. MdTkel, Her nuSDdHu, WHO, diOuB Wlln Mary Gillen. kept the crowds roar <<ng versfunny jokes; and be it said, he knows the point in a story. He doesn't tell you one, laugh. and never get anywhere. He drives in with a z0-mule team when he unloads: and you'd better listen attentively or you've missed a delectable: Eugene Johnston, in nice gray. and a per- feet peach of a boy-just the sort