The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1935-09-26

Since the big potato furry last
week, there was an announcement thru
the daily newspapers that perhaps
the AAA would not try to enforce
the potato control bill. They had bet
ter reconsider some of the other con-
troll measures on wheat, corn, hogs,
cotton, etc, and not let just the potato
control bill die by default.
On every hand we hear how the
cost of living has mounted in the past
few months and especially are
people Directing to the high price
of meats. A friend of ours told US
recently he bought a roast of meat
that cost him $1.50 and on arriving at
his domicile his children chased him
all over the house, thinking he had a
package of chewing gum.
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Now, because people are stunning
meat and turning to eggs, the eggs
begin to go up. The New Deal had
better call a special session to con-
slider the hen. How she tolls and labors
to provide an egg day to keep the
aXe-man away. Why they're liable to
pass law making it criminal offense
for hen to lay more than four eggs a
week, and there's no telling what kind
of tax they might put on the owner
for having hens that wouldn't abide by
the decision of Mr.. Tugwell.
Whenever the New Dealers can tell
you how many potatoes will grow in
hill, and just how big each potato will
be, and can determine accurately how
many eggs each hen in this country
is going to lay per year-when that
time comes, might possibly vote for
one. But as long as they try to over
ride the laws of nature, and for that
matter the constitutional laws, they
can count me out of their fold.
Bun Nethken came almost being
modern Achilles. You remember how
the only place possible to pierce Achil-
les with spear was in his heel. And
Hector did that very thing and saved
the city of Troy. Or maybe my arith-
metic isn't just what it used to be.
Anyway Achilles was slain.
Now comes along Officer Nethken
and shoots the Coffman-Fisher robber
in the bottom of the foot. That's
stretching it little to say he's
modern Achilles, but if you want to
stretch it and call him that it's all
right with me.
But don't call l. Romanus Rudy
"Dead-eye Dick" That would be
mistake. When he had fired three
times at the robber and failed to hit
the mark he didn't know whether to
blame it on the fact that his color blend
ed with the shadows of the building
or TO the fact that as an ex-service
man, he was just out of practice. "If
I had only had my machine gum" he
confided, at would have been too bad"
He failed to add whether it would have
been too bad for the Negro or the
building.
Walter w. Wittig, Frostburg, Mary
lands biggest baker, was the head
manager at a wedding at his Deep
Creek cottage last week-but he
wasn't the head mantle groom.
Mr.. Wittig came into the Office this
week to tell US about it and brought
two with him to testify that they were
the sole survivors. Everybody else
had scattered to the four or more
corners of Allegany and Garrett
counties, and points south and east.
Mr.. Wittig said he secured the en-
tire county of Allegany for beauti-
full spot where the wedding might be
held but couldn't find any, so he had
to come to Garrett county for the
affair, where beauty was to be had on
every hand and not few feet.
And if any Alleganians get sore at
that they'll just have to come up to
Garrett county and see for themselves.
Seeing is believing. One trip is con-
vincing.
The fall hunt is on. Woman's eter-
nal hunt is for something that doesn't
look too much like what everybody is
wearing and yet doesn't look too much
like what nobody is wearing. It's a
hard job, so they say. But don't ask
me about it.