Milford chronicle., 1920-02-27

Evening Journal of Wilmington, thel
advertising and later sales mango
for the Caulk Dental Manufacturing
Company Of Milford. Also he dabbleC
somewhat in politics of the Diamond
State. Such is the fiber of the man
Harken to him, therefore, as he at
tunes his Tyre:
Riding down to Lewes
On the Kings Highway.
Skirting creeks and rivulets
Winding to the Bay.
Through the sombre forest shades.
Thickets wild with bloom,
Where the sweet magnolia
Revels in perfume;
where the thrush and mocking bird
Carol all the day
Riding down to Lewes
On the Kings Highway!
But note his philosophical transition
from the finite to the infinite, where
in he sings:
We take the road from Here and Now
That leads from Anywhere;
And travel down it for a spell,
And soon, by gum, we're There!
And all these years one has been
thinking of Sussex as a prosaic land
Of good eats and politicians, cider and
clam bakes. But the author relapses
with the suggestion that brings us
back to earth:
Search for some dear, friendly tree,
And meath it ponder drowsily,
AS one by one we count the sheep
That leap the fence 'twixt us and
sleep.
Yes. by gum, we're "there"-snif-
fingthe sweet corn along the DUPONT
Road, if not the Kings Highway. Hav-
ing satisfied his reader as to lacale,
Mr.. Hynson introduces his characters.
There is "Jeems" the country Zone al
most inadvertently breathes "coun-
ty) virtuoso. 18th a one-tune violin
like a one-t1 mlnd, uut which sat
isfes princip...s and guests alike at
picnics. weddings and even funerals.
Requiescat in pace! Also there is
Uncle Tommy" a sort Of 'Pollyan-
ma" in breeches, who is always glad
because you're glad, and refuses even
a bOWing acquaintance with the Dull
Care and Trouble twins But sh! sum
mon the censor; nay, let him slumber
-as we sniff the scent of Sussex
County Apple-Jack-fll the jug and
hurry back!" It's on page 76, figures
significant Of American revolution.
Con line or two:
Sussex County applejack's
Good for people, white or black;
CROWN meller in the cask,
Tastin' good as you could ask;
Drawn flavor from the wood
Gettin' most uncommon good!
Let US have another smack
Sussex County Apple-jack.
S'pose a feller was a king,
Rich and all that sort O. thing,
Pie for dinner every day,
Good cigars to throw away,
Stove-pipe hat and all complete,
Patent feathers on his fee
Happy? Not if he should lack
why add the refrain. It's a venture
the readers lips already give it smack.
One may have the song if not the sub
stance. Let's be on our journey with
this Omar and his jug in land Of
prohibition. Here we have it:
How sweet ale thy G;eaacws,
o beautiful Kent!
Where nature is smiling
And man is content.
or come a bit further north into our
own bailiwick:
Oh, the hills of dear New Castle,
And the smiling wales between,
When the corn is all in tassel,
And the meadow lands are green.
1t is in this poem we run into the oft
quoter lines:
OF Henlopen's ieweled finger
Flashing out across the brine!
And so one journeys onward, SWELL
ing with new faith in good old Della
ware and its poets, wishing the State
had more than three counties upon
which to build such verse.
Mr.. Hynson's book is one all Del
awareans should have upon their sell
YES, or rather library table. It is
handsomely bound and printed and ex-
ceptionally well illustrated with draw
ings by r. NJ. Weeks and w. H. Roach.