The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1923-02-18
MEAT A DIVINE POTION
FROM WOOD FIRE

That was gorgeous steak.
/ couldn't keep from thinking of
Uncle Jack Phillips as | surveyed
it Ger, and its delightful aroma
soothed and hypnotized.
Nobody around that table
seemed to have a single tribula-
ton of earth. There wasn't
qrim-visaged human there. Nor
was anyone determined to impress
his dignity, though the heavens fell.
The grill-room radiatod vast.
soul-coddling comfort and happi-
ness. The only opposition we felt
was that we must vanish from the
spot after little while and go
through an active demonstration
of what work meant.
Regular Joke-Edisons
We all invented regular and
spontaneous jokes all by ourselves
and were proud of them. We were
graduates in happiness. and taking
postgraduate work. We were sat
isfied, pleased and blissful.
We shuttled the gospel of happi-
ness, grandiloquence, foolishness,
clever quips and poetry across the
table until there was woven a
veritable gossamer web OF
friendliness and understanding that
made us feel we had known one
other forever.
co &c NC .yara convinced that
we must have borrowed blackber-
ries from each other in the stone
age, eaten dodo meat together, and
possibly been swallowed by the
same alligator at the same mouth
full somewhere before the great
Tutenkhamen or photographic
period.
Some Of US singled each other
out as worthy of little private
yarns; and in turn all players were
drawn to the baby grand piano.
Like the Chirese king when we'd
ding his bride, we played "Swa-
nee Ribber," "The Rosary "Bee-
thoven," "Maiden's Lament Men
helssohn, Wagner, "Three O'clock
in the Morning" and / know not
what other little old things that all
of us love and smile upon like "The
Long, Long Trail A-Winding" or
1.-The Love Ship" or Lay My Lit
tie Shoes Away"
There wasn't a human present
who, at the latter selection, didn't
grieve over his little shoes, even
though he wore husky No. 12's,
and had the porter lay good gilt
tering kalsomine upon them every
day of his life, and ordinarily
grumbled at them because they
pinched a third toe.
Seeing Ii All
Just before dark, we walked
around the halcyon club house
twice in the mud for fear we
would miss something. And we al
most fell into the lily pond in our
mad effort to see a pink-eyed
bullfrog and the baby fish that,
four years hence, will be handy for
cooking.
Please let me say that Mrs.
Cortner is wonderful woman. If
had the job of telling her all
The compliments that everybody
paid her, I'd have to make a three
hour engagement. She likes best
ler town house because cher hus-
,and told me this) she knows
where every needle is, and has had
very tiny thing arranged to her
land for family comfort.
His hobby, however, is the
country house. SO he claims that,
md she claims her own, They
ire most greatly beloved peo-
pie in Decatur, and deserve to be.
The Elliotts and Wallaces both
ave lovely big and hospitable
.omes--and strangers within the
rates are ever welcomed and ten
Tered that old Southern hospitali-
which warns the heart. ]
'ound each one of them delight
ful.
Son at School
Mr.. and Mrs. Cortner have a
Dung son, Sander, at Stanton
Military academy, their other
laughter, besides Mrs. Smith of
birmingham, being Mrs. II. B. Zeit-
er, of Mooresville.
A pleasing guest at the party
was Mr. Cortner's partner in bust
Shelby Fletcher, of Hunts
vile, others included being Col.