Smyrna times., 1933-05-10
ABOUT TOWN
By-Jay Dee

Death again lashed out last week
with terrifying fury and snapped
the life of one who was near to all
of us. The appalling suddenness
and ruthlessness of Mr.. Bones ac-
cident leaves without the ability to
comprehend our loss. We extend
our sincere and heartfelt SYM
pathies to his bereaved family, and
hope they will find some consola-
ton in the knowledge that his
work was we'll done. Words are so
bare.
Smyrna seems to be the meeting
place where the past catches up
with the present. One of our
towns elderly bachelors noticed the
other day a strangely familiar
young Miss walking down Main
Street. Somewhere he had either
seen her or made her acquaintance.
1t troubled him as those things
trouble everyone else. A day later
he met her formally and her name
was strange to him. Then he no
ticed a ring that he knew he re-
membered, on her hand The ring
was given to the girls mother by
the bachelor in his youth. 1t was
a token of his affection for her, and
at the same time a sort Of an en-
gagement ring. They parted, the
girl married and had a daughter
The man remained single. Now the
girls daughter and the man meet.
There's no telling when Fate will
bounce up and kick you in the
shins. Even Time can't heal all
wounds permanently.
Sometimes things work out diff
ferently. In our neighboring town
bachelor was still grieving over
lost love twenty years after she
said mo- Quite by accident he
saw her again and was SO glad he
didn't marry her that he threw a
party and stayed cock-eyed for a
week. Twenty years is a long,
long time.
A few miles north of Dover a
human derelict was tramping the
highway toward the South. All he
had in excess Of his personal neces-
sites, and they were few, was a
small pack over his shoulder and
nondescript mongrel dog. Cars
and trucks whizzed by and caused
no more attention from the two
than the presence Of the first gnats
that flew around them. BY some
strange accident the dog was
struck by a speeding car and
thrown into a ditch. The operator
Of the car stopped and found the
tramp holding the limp and lifeless
form Of NANCY hide and bone. The
car owner was touched and offered
to pay the man ten dollars, think
ing he would pounce on it with a
yelp of joy. The tramp, however,
ran his hand over his eyes and
said: Mister, this dog has been
with me for five years, and travel
ed over this country with me. He
had meant a lot to me, and don't
try to spoil it by buying what's
left of him." That, boys and girls,
is devotion.
The big boys in Dover did find
out that there is such a thing as
the beer bill after all, and decided
to do something about it. So far
so good-but not far enough. This
whole business is pretty safe for the
Wilmingtonians, but leaves us with
no more than a dry whistle, unless
we have the price of gas to go to
where the amber juice flows. The
next best bet, beerly speaking, is
Delmar. That IS a huge joke.
Imagine one half of a town being
I dry, and the other half wet. Just
like smoking cigarette and trying
/ to get smoke in only one lung, if
any. 1t is also interesting to note
that since the Maryland half of the
town has beer, the arrests for
drunkenness have decreased on the
Delaware side. Someone vouched
the theory that possibly the Della
ware side was getting brew on the
sly. Can you imagine thing like
that?
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