The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1900-06-29

higher moral standard than business
pursuits and greed for gain. Ofcourse,
Snow Hill has its old buildings made
from brick brought from England,
every town has according to local ira
dition. Lumber and it's products are
large industry here: the town boasts
of having the only raw hide whip fac
tory in the United States. We heard
| that Hon. John Walter Smith had
made contract for a party lash to whip
waverin. democrats into line for the
/ campaign, then just begun. Three
newspapers cnlighten the citizens, so
does the electric plant Of the town.
| Our Association is under many obi ga
| tions to Brothers Purnell and Vincent
Of The Messenger for their untiring
efforts to cater to our wants and in
crease the pleasure of our stay. Our
| experience with the hotels of Snow
Hill was limited to the Purnell House;
its merits need no eulogy. Our pecu-
mary condition did not require any aid
| from either of the two banks, nor did
our thirst reach such Il Sua2r as to de-
mand prescriptions from either of the
two barrooms which we were told were
in the corporation.
The private residences, their beauti
full lawns and shade trees arc pictures of
comfort and elegance. Our whole
stay at Snow Hill was one continued
round of hospitable receptions. The
main feature of our visit was the re-
ception and banquet rendered by Hon.
John Walter Smith. The affair was
royal in its surroundings. The host
| and hostess with Mrs. Foster. their
charming daughter, being the centers
of attraction. | wonder how often
that banquet has been remembered 10y
many Of the Editorial guests. | can
vouch for myself, I've thought of that
feast until Eve gotten hungry, and
| compromised on free lunch. Some
inqusitive scribe told me it was l2
| course dinner it did not strike me
there was anything coarse about it,
pardon the shadow of pun. am afraid
to praise the occasion too highly, lest
be invited again to partake OF the
| hospitality of Hon. John Walter. |
am neither prepared nor willing to die
| therefore | will not take the risk of
killing myself eating. The recollec-
tions of Snow Hill and the delightful
hours we spent there will remain for
long time an oasis in my mental and
gastonomic memory; there are others, |
am sure.
On Sunday morning 4 special train
was rendered us by the Pennsylvania
Railroad and we spent delightful
day at Ocean City where Mr.. John f.
Waggaman had provided at the Colo
nial' every necessary requisite, and
they were many and varied. Per-
sonally, | was not infatuated with
Ocean City, felt lonely as it were;
the cottages were deserted, the hotels
had not been opened and there was a
delapidated look about things that lid
not tally with my expectations no, the
banquet at the aforementioned Hon.
John Walters. Returning to Snow
Hill about 10 we went on board the
Pocomoke and on Monday started for
| Baltimore.
The return voyage was 4 repetition
of our going, only more so. The last
night on the steamer was most hearth
| ly enjoyed; every member of the Asso-
citation endeavoring to rob the approch.
ing hour Of separation Of all thoughts,
that might he tinged with alloy, or
even the suggestion that for some one,
or more of us, the arting might be Il
| final one. But. the flight of time brings
the end nearer; and early on Tuesday
morning the ''Pocomoke" tied up at its
| pier. Some Of the scribcs had deserted
ell route, and at our journeys end we
missed many faces whose bright smile
at the beginning faded as they left us
at Ocean City, Pocomoke and other
| places 1t was my first experience as
an editorial eXcursionist and | can say
with heartfelt sincerity that the re-
membrance Of my association with my
brothers of the quill, one and all dur
ing the junket of 1899 will be ever re-
called with grateful thanks for their
courteous attention and exhibitions of
| friendliness. For each | invoke
Heavens choicest blessings and may
their future years be full of dome site
sunshine and material prosperity.
Mamma was sitting up reading" I'm
leavened Bread She looked over her
| spectacles at Mabel as the fair girl en-
tered the room.
That was Mr.. Cooper, who just
went out, wasn't it,
"Yes, ma"
ale is a dealer in stocks, ism t hc?'
"Ies, ma"
what sort of dcalcr-a bcar?r
"Im inclined to think he is bear,
mamma" said the fair girl as she
smOothed her rutllcd waist ribbon.
Nature has sometime made a fool;
but coXcomb is always of mans
own making.