Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1885-03-28
ADVERTISING WILL TELL.
That's what Burdette, the
Humorist, Says.
His Experience on Rainy Day, and the
Moral he Drew ThererOm

rained last Friday2 Well, we were
running from Philadelphia to New
York, and BY and BY we ran along side
a swamp. A creek had overlooked its
banks and swarmed all over q whole
township That's why called It .
swamp. A wide waste OF water spread
all over ali the land IN sight IN the
midst of the water a sign board brave
" lifted its head above the muddy
seas. It's chin was barely in sight, the
water was tapping the lower line, but
it was doing. It's duty nobly. and this
was what the sign board said. in big.
brave, black letters: mo picnics al
lowed on these grounds.
Now have known men for all the
world just like that sign board. They
had occasion at some time to say some
thing that was needed to be said right
at that time. For day and summer
they just filed the bill. They were the
right men In the right place. called to
say the right thing at the right time.
And then-They could never say any
thing else.
And they kept right on saying it.
Day and night, summer and winter,
food or drought. in season and out of
season they kept on saying it. No
body was going to picnic in thatswamp
yesterday. Nobody wanted to- No
body could. But every once in a while
you will find the man in the swamp
shouting Keep outl Keep OutF'
when the whole United States army
couldn't drive anybody in. Having
once said or done good thing, the
man keeps on at that one thing until
by and by the people who don't want
to picnic on his premises mock at him
and laugh him to scOrn.
The lonesome Jersey sign board.
standing chin deep in the food and
over head in the rain, warning people
not to have q picnic in flannel suits
and lawn dresses that afternoon.
brought t. my mind . long. dreary.
dismal November day once passed
how passed it, only merciful Prov
idence knows lin Chaplin. III. Chaplin
is a junction town. II rained all that
day. It got up about daylight to rain.
and kept on raining harder every hour.
had to wait all day long for the train
wanted. In the afternoon, when my
letters were all answered and my news
paper accomplished, stood at the win
dow and looked dolefully out on the
flooded landscape. The trees stood
knee deep in the water. Everything
was soaked. Everything drip. drip.
dripped. Whatever could float Hoated.
What couldn't float sank. Water,
water everywhere. In the clouds, in
the air, on the ground. drip. gargle,
splash, deep and stream, swamp and
torrent. And right in all this universe
of moisture great big sign, painted
in white letters black shaded. on q
board fence. a sign 50 big that you
could read it half mile away. and it
stared me in the face even when I shut
my eyes. and turned my back to It;
'.Bethesda Water at Hatch's."
'N0w, who the mischief wanted any
kind OF water on day like thatp It
made me.so mad that tried to quit
looking at it. But ! couldn't. If
crawled under the bed, it was there:
If thrust my head into the fue. it
stared down the chimney. BY and by,
in utter despair, completely knocked
out and exhausted, ! yielded to my
fate, went out in the rain. went right
straight to Hatch's and drank = glass
Of Bethesda water, and Il there VAS
anything ID the world / hated, Il vas
Bethesda water.
As : newspaper man I could only
draw one moral from this: persistent
advertising will tell. - Brooklyn E0gIe