Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1934-08-24
"Chirps'' ~
from the
Democrats Pen


week and after turning in between
two of those yellow streaks painted
on the concrete bed, backed myself
ont through the car door-you know,
we old guys can't vault out 'front.'
wavs like we used to do. we are
something like the old lady on the
street car who, in alighting, had to
do so in a reversed position. Several
times she attempted to leave the car
and some kindhearted gentleman
would push her back again, thinking
she was ingressing instead OF egress-
ing.
How-some-ever am digressingsome
what. started to say that just as
had backed out from my back num-
Der gas wagon, / heard very female
voice ask:
"Will you please tell me the way to
Pocomoke City,"
"Stop right where you're at re-
piled, you're right here, won't you
light"
"Oh!" she said, 81 didn't mean that.
I meant to ask if I were on the right
road to Cape Charles"
"Yes'm," I replied, "you are on the
right road, but you are pointed the
wrong way" Seem as how she was
headin' for the bridge, she was going
to Virginia the same way l used to
get out of my car-backwards.
This lady-and she wasn't hard on
the eyes, either-had sort OF ca
daverous lookin man friend seated
alongside of her. On the back seat
was a colored man and German po-
lice dog. AS the lady was driving,
and as the man looked very much like
an invalid, I sized up the situation
like this: sick man, on a recuperat-
ing trip, a wife as chauffeur, a color
ed man as valet, a police dog for pro-
lection. I was therefore, somewhat
taken back when the invalid CD ask
ed, in what I thought was a weak
drawl:
"Can you tell me where we could
get a real good dinner?"
eyes, Sir" after caught my breath
1--WE don't have any but them kind
on the Eastern Shore. Just drop in
anywhere and think you'll find what
you want"
"How far is Crisfield from here?"
asked the lady.
TWENTY-FIVE miles," informed her
"but you don't have to go there to
get a good dinner"
"Do you get to Crisfield the same
way you get to Cape Charles?" was
the next question.
"No'm, you'd sorta come to stand
still if you tried to get them two
places at the same time. 1t would
be like to equally matched tug-'o-war
teams pulling against one another.
You're pointed north now towrd Girls
field. You'll have to about-face for
Cape Charles"
ooh! thank you so much; now can
you tell me how far Smithfield is
from here. We thought we'd like to
get some of those famous hams we've
heard about"
"Smithfield! Well, 1 reckon you
are about as far from that village as
you are from the one you left" The
license tag was from Pennsylvania.
swell, can you tell us what is the
nearest place where we could get a
good hotel on our way to Cape Char
les?"
1 told her the first stop for that
purpose would be at Accomac.
''How far is that?"
Thirty or thirty-five miles,"
'Thank you so much, you've been
real kind. Goodbye"
"Fare thee we'll and good luck. Come
again when you can stay longer"
She drove on down to the corner
of Market and Front after l had di-
rected her about the right-hand turn
at Dryden's Mill to the Va. Line. She
CuA AO0 AiOA NoL az GIlC OOI llCL cbUONO
mentioned, proceeded out Market until
she came to the Pocomoke City Natl
Bank, turned there into the curb, re-
NAMED about two minutes, backed
out and headed for the aforementioned
mill. That's the last I saw of them,
and / guess that's the last 1 ever will
see of 'em.
Now, you people needn't think this
is fairy story, cause it amt. It
all happened thusly, and have an
idea these people came down the Du-
Pont Road and when they arrived
here at Sixth Street, turned to the
right instead of the left, and were
everlastingly mixed up thereafter.