Grass Roots Opinion

A LITTLE before time for the closed-meeting of the Tuscaloose group to begin, an extremely youthful soldier wearing the cadet uniform of the Air force eyed the large initials AA on the door and walked in. He was sitting in the empty clubroom, in the basement of the county Courthouse next door to the Army Recruiting Station, as the members began to arrive. All the AA's made for the coffee urn behind the bar, and finally so did the cadet. As he was drawing his coffee, the Secretary and the youthful stranger introduced themselves. The Secretary learned that the visitor was just in from Panama.