Newark post. (Newark, Del.) 1910-1969, 1918-06-05

from the more remote sections of
town decided that Saturdays
marketing would have to be done
some other way than by walking to
and from King Street and toting
heavy market basket on the return
journey, or paying somebody else
to tote it.
Great Chance for a Blind Man
One would suppose that light de-
mand and heavy supply would
make prices low, but this phase of
the law of supply and demand
never has appealed to the curb
marketeer and never will. SO to-
day they kept the prices up, doubt
less because those superior minds,
the Elder Statesmen, had it all
doped out that business wouldn't
be overbrisk, so figures must be set
correspondingly high for the farm
ers to get theirs"
Not one-not even the ultra
superior Council Of Perfection,
which is supposed to know more
than the Elder Statesmen, secured
the chance to put one over on the
sophisticated housewives, w h O
have learned to Shun the King
Street lure, to buy elsewhere and
to tell their friends to do the same,
and also to show Every Evening a
thing or two about what it doesn't
know concerning the market. Yes
mann. not one saw the chance tC
make folks believe that the farmer
marketeer is good, Woodworking
pO0rly-rewarded tiller of the soil
eager to sacrifice himself and his
goods for the benefit of his fellows
and not a "hard-boiled' tight
wad" boarding up potatoes ant
pelf. getting three separate ant
distinct profits and automobiles
and buying acknowledgements pei
cent Liberty bonds instead of chip
ping in a ten-spot for the Rec
Cross.
10, the ClOven HO0f
| Oh, the lost opportunity! Oh
the what might have been!
But the public is thankful, be
cause it's only been proved again
| that even a gum-shOe can't dis
guiSe a clOven hOOf.
And so the farmer marketeer!
asked A. cents a dozen for egg!
! again. You see, they're starting
in early for that Christmas time
dollar a dozen, which they boosted
they'd get last year, but didn't.
Butter was 60 cents pretty
| generally, although some, either
camoufaging for the others tt
make it appear there's no price
| standard or suffering from collie il
the conscience, would graciously
let you have a pound for 55 cents
And strawberries at 20 cents
One would imagine that this rare
day in June would see the best Of
them down to Is cents. Nothing
stirring, although there were lot!
and lots of nearby berries in mar
ket. Even the modest gooSeberry
which energies from its striped
cocoon to make one of the bes'
pies that ever went under the grea
| American Pie Belt, showed a higl
tendency on making its debut foI
the season, being priced at /!
cents a box. Last year, if our men
| tai register serves us right, the,
were 10 and II.
Beets also hove in sight on tn,
| farmers stalls today. Fifteel
cents a bunch! They ought to b.
good food for pigs at that price.
Now about potatoes: This is al
awfully sore spot for the farmer
marketeer. When he views tn,
hoard he has from last years crop
held for stiff prices this spring, h,
has a real old style "conniptio1
fit" Just look at the money lost
And his trying heaven and eartl
: and his very last hope-cuttin,
; nrices-to get shut of" them. To
day you could buy bushel of then
from Sl.l0 down to 90 cents, de
pendent upon how you camouhage,
your willingness to purchase.
r that isn't remarkable we dom
: know a worlds wonder when w