The Birmingham age-herald., 1922-05-19
A Quiet Little Smoke By MIGNoN HALL

Oh. have you not heaved sighs for an island of forgetfulness?
 Delicious little land of grape juice. lemonade. country of sweet cazzazas place where you didn't have any thing to do until tomorrow, and where all was divinely roliicksome. sweetscented and harmonious--and gay words took the place of the rasping tones of tho vegetable man and the bill collector? You're not thinking about . desert island
 Call taxicab and get out to the Country c1ubl
 You'll find 1t there this week. plus the beaming smiles of smiling sun on a placid lake-at the golf tournament.
 Sing song of green grasses. tum- bling wind tossed trees, mists as blue as the drift of a cigarette, and blue birds with dappled wings as saucy as tho youthful flying feet of women golfers who have come to Birming- ham from a half 2 dozen states Just to make merry over fields of green. following the little whirling golf balls that the god of chance whisks away whithersoever he will.
 Friendship and Love
 You may be as phlegmatic a codger as ever set 8 pair of glasses on your nose, but the little Goddess of Laugh ter, with her hair down her back. will rush upon you pellmell and ex- act tons of smiles, giggles as thrill ing as you knew at sweet 16. And old friendship and love will have you by both hands, swinging you to the tune of "When Good Fellows Get To- gether" before you know a thing about 1t.
 God of sunburn
 Prominent among those present yesterday was the little God of Sum- burn.
 With big brush. and jumping up and down with glee, he spent his time painting cheeks lovely tan, and dabbing freckles hero and there on little piquant noses.
 For whatever happened. Did she land the ball In the hole?" I'm paralyzed but I want to sec this play Through" were the burning express sions of the hour.
 springtimc Dress Were you there? Have yow been
 Then will there never fade from your eyss the restfulness of cozy cor ners with swings inhabited by those drinking libations of the gods: the big dining room of snowy table cloths, of shining silver. of women and men clad in the springtime love1iness of all the shades of flow CTS. Peagreen were their garments, saucy red-and-white. Pink glowed modestly beside gowns of vivid blue. Snow white were skirts, shoes and summer furs-dead white the knick- CTS and the hats of men. Good old Serving
 And will you have ice tea or cof- fee. suh7' These were the questions from southern darkies as gracious as those who used to serve back when New Orleans and old Nashville drew to themselves fdlers and statesmen of a bygone day.
 And you had cucumber salad--and sherbet as crimson as the cheeks of chubby children who swung upon the ropes of the starting tent, and on a grassy knoll recited soft little speeches to an admiring audience. or, more blase. discussed with the cad- dies their favorites they had picked for winners of the vast array of sil- yer trophies occupying place of vantage in center hall at the club.
 Trophies
 Ono look at the trophies was enough to send players flying to tho dressing rooms determined again that the southern championship tour nament should not grant them some- thing to take back homo to be ad- mired.
 "wish I was two men!"
 This was the weepful expression of Charley Hall, in the starters tent. general manager of @he whole tour nament.
 You had to be sardine to get in but Charlie's flying fingers wero setting down figures while he an- swered tho questions of How much handicap do I get?" and bragged on the women at the same time.
 Played in Rain
 s~why I tell you,' said Charley these women are the best sports in the world. Set this down. won't you7 They played yesterday right through all that rain and were ahead of time all day. That beats even the men,"
 But I was all keyed up over the news that had just arrived that Att lanta women were getting every thing their own way.
 Think of four Atlanta women go- ing to the seml- T. T. Williams, Mrs. Tom Paine. Miss Rosa lie Mayer. and Mrs. Dozier Lowndes I rushed away to find the latter deep in golf conversation with c. T. Ly- ford, lots of lemonade being present. and naturally enthusiastic that her home city had shown up so well.
 Picked as Winners
 Mrs. I4owndes Is the woman a great many of the fans have picked as the most likely winner of the women's southern championship tournament this year. However, some Knoxvil- Hans have picked Mrs. T. T. Williams as the winner.
 But, concerning the possibility of her copping the half dozen Silver goblets as champion. Mrs. Lowndes was no politician at all.
 "aeavens, wouldn't even say that was planning. expecting or thinking about getting the championship. 1
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