Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1934-05-25
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from the
Democrats Pen

Well. see by the Chestertown
Transcript that my friend Billy Col
Inns, the colyumist of the above men
toned publication, thinks / want to
take Alan Goldsborough for "ride",
or something like that. l was some
what intrigued as to that word ride.
I know what it means in gangster
parlance, but surely, my friend Will
lyum doesn't imagine I have sudden
" gone haywire. Frequently, when a
man suffers disarrangement of the
furniture in his upper story he puts
his best friends on the spot. Gone
nutty, he imagines those he once low
ed to be his dearest foes.
No, Sir, I amt after taking Alan
on no ride, except it might be trip
right into the Senate room Of these
free and untrammeled United States
of America. And, I've got sneaking
idea, if he wants to "ride" the election
boss at the coming big race, he'd show
the way under the wire to lots of
starters. Leastways, that's what all
Eastern Shoremen think and every
body had better look out when these
Cis-C hoptankians and the Trans Chop
tankians get their blood up; it would
be well for the rest Of the steppers
to clear the track. Alan can trot
mighty fast on this old Eastern Shore
track, and the rest of the State might
take bet on him, SEEM how he can
go over here.
But, Billy, it's goin' to be a boss
race, this fall, amt it? No matter
who the starters are-all except the
event scheduled for the First District
Representative; he's scared 'em all
off; they know they can't afford to
pay the entrance fee, when Alan is
slated to run.
Now, that doctor man from Fred
erick, he thinks he's got the comedy
for all the ills that he imaginse this
old body polite is heir to, as a re-
suit of Richie infection. But when
the votes are counted, he'll find out
that the public refused to accept his
diagnosis, and that the Richie diet
will continue to be part of the states
food system for another four years
and maybe eight, who knows?
Mayor Jackson's got the fifth
term mania" as we'll as Richie. It's
funny, too, amt it? Jackson thinks
he can win by denouncing fifth
term for the incumbent; and Richie
thinks fifth term is bound to come
by reason of his good work during the
four he has passed through. It's ac-
cording to the way you look at things.
That galoot, Mencken, is always
throwing some of his sweet gobs at
Trans-Choptankian folk. To us, his
Cis-Choptankian guys are Trans
Choptankian, depends upon where
you're at. And what he says about
the latter, we toss back at him from
this side the noted stream.
That man, Coad, down in old st.
Mary's, had better change his name
if he wants to get anywhere. Blest
if this state and every other hasn't
enough of Codes" He thinks every
bloomin' thing has gone wrong, and
he can fix 'em. l wonder, should he
by any miracle, go to Annapolis as
Maryland's chief executive, if he would
or could be as independent as he is
now. You know, he'd have whole
house full of legislators to deal with
and some of 'em might be as indie
pendent as he is; they might tell him
where to get off, and if he didn't
step on there might be luckus.
On the other side, there is that Nice
man, but he can't get by on his name
any better than Coad can. Phoebus
tried to make Capital out of Old Abe,
but the resemblance was so strained
people went blind trying to see. The
other Republican candidate, Smith,
has such a common name that people
wouldn't really know whom they were
voting for-too many Smiths in this
world to try to tree any particular
one.
And so it goes. You know the
poet says: "What's in name-and
so forth. About the only name peo-
pie are going to see is Ritchie's.