Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1934-09-21
"Chirps'' ~
from the
Democrats Pen

"And the next day it rained!'
Water. The day before it had rained
votes: rained 'em upon the just as
well as the unjust, mostly Orwell
guess I had better keep my mouth
shut, or, rather my pen still. might
be accused of running paper in the
interest of Box Iron, Bob Mason, Euel
Lee. or someone else, equally ride
ulous; it doesn't matter whether alive
or dead.
Well, anyhow, the result OF last
weeks election was that some were
nominated, others weren't. Now,
don't wish to lay claim to any par
ticular political wisdom in making
that sage observation. l only want
to make it clear to the public that
always aim to stick to the truth
which plan some of my contempora-
ries do not always follow. But often
one doesn't get much credit for telling
the truth. The opposite is more SEN
sational. I know people who would
never cause a ripple on the surface
of the civic pool if they didn't form a
co-partnership with the Father OF
Liars. Then with stentorian tones,
bombastic words ,swelled-up torso
extravagant gesticulation, and general
hullaballoo they make up in form
what their ranting lacks in content.
Then somebody comes along, gives
the ranter an encouraging laugh, a
"sic 'em, Tige," side remark and then
goes off saying, "Ain't he dom OF
it? He can tell 'em; he knows a
thing or two"
Blest if he doesn't know "a thing
or two" He knows more than ever
was written in Holy Scriptures, the
Prayer Book, or the Sunday School
Catechism. He's a disciple of Mum
chansen, Explorer Cook, all the fish
erpen who ever hooked the biggest
fish, and even of his Satanic Majesty
himself. -.
How-some-ever, started out to say
we had an election last week. Of
course, there are lots of people who
remember the event. And, speaking
of liars, I heard some of these candi-
dates were still hunting for those bal
lots which were to have had a cross
mark in certain place, and these
marks very conspicuous by their alb
cai1 La bod
promised him to make his equal to
all his opponents got added together.
Honestly, he had his Fall hat ordered
on the strength Of his expectation as
an office holder. He's just wondering
what happened. And is he all hot
and bothered? I'll tell the world he
is.
And then, again, there are some
real good old sports. When they put
their money into a campaign, they
sort of kissed it good bye, did their
best to win, and then went home to
sleep quietly and peacefully. That's
the spirit! 1t takes more than one
swallow to make a Spring; more tad
poles than one to colonize a pond;
more pebbles than one to make a
beach. There are more election days
to come, more rascals to turn out,
more rascals to put-no, I didn't
mean that-more good men to put in,
and hundreds are waiting to pose as
saviours of their country.
But, seriously, now that the ruckus
is all over, isn't it time for everybody
to sit down and take philosophical
view of the situation? No amount
of ruction will put more ballots into
a ballot box. The whole political
game is a gamble. When you lose
out in the race of TALES, it's the same
as if some other horse throws dirt
in the face of the one you put your
shekels on. It's all in sport and there
isn't bit O. use to weep over the
cart wheels that go spinning down the
road that you're not travelling.
Remember, boys, there's another
election coming in the Fall. You
don't want your party to lose out be.
cause you did. Jump in and help the
winner and you'll be in a better posi-.
ton to win next time maybe. And
believe you will. You haven't beer
bamboozled out of all your party spir.
it by such blatherskites as have rent
the air by their screeches. Get dowr
to work and elect the ticket that ap.
pears at the head Of the Democratic
editorial column today.
NJ VI III ILL Z. "a "a 4:a..A Z. G.