The Birmingham age-herald., 1922-12-03

strange eartn-credJure Wltn a green affair on her head instead of the nice white ones the angels about here wear
 "A group of convalescent chil- iren were playing about in the suns shine, living examples of the work the hospital is doing. In contrast to the pale wan faces on white pill lows, they looked like the before and after taking pictures in exag gerated advertisements. They laughed happily at their play, joy ous over having regained the buoy ancy of health and the glorious elasticity of youth.
 Do you know that the Children's hospital is the only institution in Birmingham that specializes in chil- dren's cases; that they have patients not only from the city and state, but neighboring states as well; that their staff is composed only of graduate nurses, with the sureness of knowledge that children's cases require, and that their work does not end when the child's treatment is over, but the mother is instructed as to it's care?. And, too, that they are often instrumental in finding good homes for the orphan children under their supervision.
 ''Dr. Meyer and Dr. Snyder came in just before I left and we all fell to discussing the need for a new building.
 The present one is only an old frame structure, not at all modern and very inadequate. The place is often oyercrowded; only last Thurs day "A operations were performed in the one small room fitted for that purpose.
 "They need many things, but the worst of it is" said Dr. Snyder, with 3 grave look out of those kindly eyes of his, "that the building is not fire proof" One shudders to think of the consequences of a fire. .. Most of us as inhabitants of Birmingham are given to boasting bit about our lovely city. Most progressive town in the south," we've often heard it called. But this lack is a terrible thing-there is no more pressing tiSSu III 4olA liilll6ldih.
 Those nurses and doctors have dream of a modern building, scien- tifically equipped to lessen suffer ing in small, helpless human beings; to blot out some of the pathos in new lives. It's only an air castle now, but let us make it reality. The Lady or the Lion
 We've all read Frank R. Stock tons entertaining story, "The Lady or the Tiger"
 Many of us recall the limerick" on this subject which runs like this: "There was a young lady of Niger, Who smiled as she rode on tiger;
 They came back from the ride
 With the lady inside,
 And the smile on the face of the
 tiger" Which, to my way of thinking, is exactly what happened recently when Rudyard Kipling, that "mas- ter singer" of emotions, whose own svampire' in "A Fool There Was" is largely responsible for the only too long epidemic of Theda Baras and Pola Negris and women with gowns cut " de Boheme in the front and c in the back" with un- dulating, clinging draperies and huge Spanish combs in their hair.
 I've called my story "The Lady or the Lion" (both being British, instead of "The Lady or the Tiger"
 The beautiful lady in question, of course, you recall is none other than Claire Sheridan, whose "From May fair to Moscow" fairly bristles with gossip of Lenine and Trotsky and her cousin, Winston Churchill, and other notables.
 Now most sympathetically do l feel about this story, because, hav- ing interviewed" practically every body of importance during the past 10 years, from Evangeline Booth and Billy Sunday, to Billy B. Van and DeWolf Hopper, I know some-- thing about the interview game"
 Hence
 My sympathies go out to the beautiful and clever Claire Sheri- dan, who in committing to cold gray type story Mir. Kipling gave her, finds herself assailed by that great English poet who says in un- muffled and unqualified voice, "No," to everything she penned, while the lady says "Yes"
 Sans gloves, sans discretion, sans everything Mir. Kipling appeared to handle the subject of America; abusing America for putting to an end the most titanic "debacle" in the history of the world, according to the fair reporter lady.
 The poet, it would seem, objected to America's timing, of our decisive guns on the western front and de- clines to admit that there was any thing decisive about them, and if we accept the interview as promul- gated by Claire Sheridan, We find MT. Kipling looking upon Chateau Thierry as just place!
 The poet, however, denies every thing.
 That puts Claire Sheridan the Sin teryiewer" in a most embarrassing position with the "interviewee" de- nvjnp everything, declaring that he made no such statements.
 Perhaps MT. Kipling talked in a "personaP' vein, and not officially as representative of England;
 Perhaps Mrs. Sheridan wrote sstemperamentally;" The point is interesting, though not vital;
 What is vital, however, is the answer;
 And that is:
 Chateau Thierry!
 Still More Comes on the heels of the Kip ling-Sheridan fuse, one nearer home;
 Mrs. Douglas Robinson (Corinne