The Birmingham age-herald., 1922-04-24

, World war. We went through the stage of wondering how wireless telegraphy could be used to advan- tage,, Now the only thing am anxious to have occur is that we Chautauquans get hoped up by radio with other Chautauquans residing on other planets! And l believe we are going to do 1t, tool"
 Much laughter, applause and en- thusiasm here.
 So, let us all sing together: Grow Old Along With Me-The Best Is Yet to Be-"
 Immediately following Mrs. Fell, Mrs. Ada Barnes said she was about to read a very witty paper. She could brag on it, recommend it, say everything fine about it. and be for given. She had not written it her self! Mrs. s. B. Klippelt, who was dubbed "chef' of the occasion. and who was a wonder at spontaneous humor, had composed 1t, she said. To this admission the author publicly and strenuously objected. She would never write another thing for her! However, Mrs. Barnes was able to hold her own and gave a brilliant in- troductton to her subject, which was
 
 one who would know more about Tapping than anyone else because although sS years old, she still goes to theatres and picture shows with the greatest enjoyment, and fre- quently with her husband. takes lit- tie walks as far as from here to Bes- semer, out to Lake Purdy or other 15 to 30 mile jaunts.
 Her paper, as well as she, was much enjoyed. In part, she related:
 No Fear for Club
 Having acted as one of the nurses at the birth of the club have watched 1t grow with pride, and helped to administer nourishment. Now that it has reached sweet 16, the flapper age, naturally I. like other nurses and guardians all over our country, am concerned regarding the effect of the jazz times on our club. Will it roll It's own, smoke cigarettes, do the bunny hug and give betting parties? No, I really do not fear these things for the club, as It's early rearing was too well founded on base of Methodism submerged In Baptist faith, sprinkled with Pres byterian hope and anofnted with Christian charity. Hence I can agree with H. Gordon Selfridge, that well known Chicagoan. who, in speaking of the flapper, recently dismissed the topic by saying. Let her flap Ap- plying his words to our club: Long may the Huntsville Avenue Study Circle flap, for I am sure she will never flap wrongr"
 And so on down the line went the speeches. They served up such other brilliant mental stuff disguised un- der names like roast chicken" sweet potatoes" Educational salad" political pie" and hints" I am sorry that I cannot set down here all of those splendid words the women voiced one to anotheri Every speech was so worth while, and every heart found echo in the words of Mrs. J. B. Aird, who began her short ad- dress by saying: My mind is filled with memories" She told how joy out the association of the members had been and particularly stressed the thought of how much massed in- tellect and love had been brought together. of how much actual good the club had been in training the minds of the women and in helping other people.
 Very Properi
 As 1t Is customary to serve the coffee out of the dining room, the women repaired into the reception hall to complete their mental menu. The gala day was closed with a poem about after dinner hints, written and read by Mrs. Edwards. Two of the most striking stanzas of this poem were:
 Since the doctors have taken our
 teeth all out
 It leaves but little to speak about, Therefore bon bons and sweets and
 hints galore
 We must go on using till we need no
 more"
 Charter members were asked to stand up and be applauded, There were 13 present. They were:
 Mrs. Dora Fell. Mrs. Adda Barnes, Mrs. Mary B. Russell, Mrs, D. R. Copeland, Mrs, John Crane. Mrs. W. z. Woodruff, Mrs. A. M. Hawkins, Mrs. Charles A Jones' Mrs. Cora M. Nc Cafferty, Mrs. R. N. Bell, Mrs. J. M. Meighan, Mrs. J. B. Aird, Mrs. s. D. Harris.
 The other women were: Mrs. J. R. Humphrey, Maurine Brownie, Nell Bell, Mrs. W. H. Suydan, Mrs. Rosa w. Darby, Mrs. Lawson E. Gambill, Mrs. George M. Gragan, Mrs. J. F. Baldwin. Mrs. w. T. Edwards, Mrs. S. B. Klippelt. Mrs. Willard Wheeler,