Milford chronicle., 1911-07-21
ON The Wing.

There are probably times in the life o.
every individual when he is possessed
with a larger amount of deep blue gloom,
over certain occurrences, than the occa-
sion warrants. There are, no doubt, in
tervals in every existence when trivial
happenings that really don amount to a
brass mounted continental will set a fell
low to worrying his head off, while
weightier occurrences that are some real
cause for worry will be passed up with
the philosophical thought that there is
no use in crying over spilled milk
Far be it from me to moralise on this
mysterious streak in human nature
will leave that job to Laura Jean Libby
and Ella Wheeler Wilcox, and the ocean
of authors and authoresses with more
gifted and passionate pens than mine.
The great throbbing world of thought
looks to me, only for a truthful chronicle
of events that happen in and around our
little heaven. I merely mention this
trait of human character because I am
often afflicted with it, and I've been lug
sng the thing around for a long time,
watching for a chance to get it into print,
and the present gives me a good oppor-
tuuity to rush it in and get the blamed
thought off my system. And 50 on Tues
day morning I launched out to see the
world or to visit form parts" " took
the train from Milton for a starter, and
in due course arrived at Ellendale. where
didn't see Paul Pry." The atmos-
ing Having an hour to spare, took off
my coat and perambulated the streets of
pretty little Ellendale, in real old Sussex
County style. The station house here of
the D., NJ. & V. K. K. Co needs repaint-
ing. l believe I've said 1 didn't see
paul Pry." Well, we left Ellendale at
s.22, and after a very little while, the
conductor of our cab poSed his head into
tie doorway, and beloved out Lincoln
City" We never hear the name Of Lin
com City announced Oh the train, without |
being reminded of an incident we once
read as occurring on a train running
through a newly settled district of the |
west. In passing a station, the town of /
which was hardly discernable, the CON
ductor hallowed "Oletha % O-le-tha l''
How big is this place, CONDUCTOR
querried a passenger. 80. about as big
as New York, but it isn't built up yet "
And that's about what we always think
of Lincoln City. It's about as big as New
York, but it's not built up yet. Never
theless it's pretty little place, what
there is of it.
"All-a-board and we are off again, and
in a short time are gazing on the same
old stereotyped crowd of loafers generally
seen at the Milford depot. Many of them
are real furniture and have been for
years, and expect to continue to be- A
short time only is passed here, when we
are off again. Houston is passed, without
note, and at 8.S2 we pull into Harrington
to rest up for awhile. Twenty-eight min
stes delay at this point and we are off on
the Delaware Division of the P, B. & w.
R. e. and reach FELTON, at $50. Here we /
conclude to get out for awhile and look {
lround. And while we were looking the t
rain left. We remember, many years i
lgo when the said road was first built to q
his place. and on down through the PEN ,
nsula. was a boy then and at one {
ine drove the mail from Frederica to {
FELTON,, at the muniicent salary of one {
Iollar per week and generally paid with a
! little gold dollar. 1--WE don It see many =
If them in circulation now. AS there S
vas no town, at that time, there was no t
,ostoaice, and the mail was given direct, L
~ the driver, to the mail agent on the G