Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1934-12-21
"Chirps" ~
from the
Democrats Pen

enc OF our mOSC HuSuy SSISSON Jo~"S
married ladies, proved to the entire
satisfaction Of Delaware road Off
Ger, that her car could 60 down the
pike and show sixty miles per hour
on the little recorder located on the
instrument board.
Mr.. Officer said that the lady in
question would have to go before
police magistrate and tell him all
about the speed efficiency Of her par
ticular make Of motor vehicle; that
he was always interested in such mat
ters, and would want to enter the
achievement upon his books, and pres
emit her with little souvenir Of the
occasion in the shape Of state docu-
ment; and, just to cover the expenses
Of the transaction, the price would be
so-and-so.
However, the road cop didn't take
into consideration the persuasive pow
ers of our Maryland members OF the
fair sex and before he could offer her
the accommodation Of his escort to the
temple Of justice she had 50 hypnotized
him with her feminine logic, that he
was in doubt as to whether, after all,
he had any jurisdiction in the case.
He thought, probably, too, she might
have been cutting the concrete at the
rate Of only fifty-nine miles instead
Of sixty per, and this constituted q
"causa humanitarian" or something
like that. So, handing her out mod
icum Of advice upon the matter Of
extravaganza in the wear and tear Of
auto tires when undue friction is ex-
erted between them and hard-sui-
faced road bed, he babe her goodbye
as she whirled away from him at the
rate of fifty-eight miles per hour,
leaving him with the final irnpressiCn
of a grateful smile.
Now, it just occurred to me that
this lady had forgotten, for the mo-
ment, the name she took few years
back when she stood before the altar
and promised to love, honor and obey.
She may have been thinking of her
maiden name, and, by virtue of that
eognomen, she considered she had q
right to 60 flying" down the road at
any rate she pleased. But any child
ought to know that all names look
alike before the majesty Of the law,
and, specially, before these Delaware
minions. They are birds, I'm here
to tell you. One of 'em stopped me
some time ago, and had the impud-
ence to ask me if I were driving my
own car. told him it would be when
! paid the last assessment on it; that,
two or three times I thought she was
q goner, when my exchecquer looked
a littel sick and the finance agent
was in the neighborhood to ask me
embarrassing questions. And yet the
representative of the Blue Hens
Chickens road laws demanded to see
what was printed on my Operators
License, my Registration Card, and
the rest of it. What he saw was all
right to me, except the figures re-
vealing my age; ! was trying to keep
that under cover as long as possible.
AS a result Of this little incident,
marking the experience Of our lady
driver, want to hold out a warning
to others of her sex when they cross
the boundary line between good old
Maryland and our Delaware neighbor.
The latter state has shown a prefer
ence for Chickens" Incorporating
them into her coat of arms, or some
thing; but they are not entirely SYM
pathetic toward all strains, and all
may not be so successful in escaping
the coop as did the subject of this
little sketch. When you are inclined
to eliminate time better hire an air.
plane, or keep your eyes glued to the
mirror overhead. I grant you that
Delaware motor cycle fiends seldom
meet with such high grade femininity
as graces the cars bearing Maryland
license tags, but, while these choo-
choo men are all comparatively young,
some Of them may be married, and
who knows but what they might want
to wreak vengeance on the whole sex
in return for the measly trick fate
played them, when they chose their
mate for life. You never can tell.