Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1935-06-21
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from the
Democrats Pen

the Eastern Shore Society OF DaiCi-
more City is going to screw its cour-
age up to the point of making a trip
to the Eastern Shore. And, further
than that, they are Drawing the wilds
of Cis-C hoptankian territory, and Will
risk their lives in those parts OF the
Peninsula made famous by the historic
invasion of State troops, who made
glorious stand in front of the Wicomi-
co Armory,, and retreated, not under
hot fire. but when the water from the
hose of the Fire Department became
too cold for them.
All glory to these shore society
boys! But you can't keep an Eastern
Shoreman in his Trans Chesapeakian
adopted home forever. They're bound
to come back. Very much like the So
journer who, after being passed thru
the pearly gates by st. Peter, was a.
stonished to see many of the inhabi-
tants of the Celestial City bound with
chains to solid posts. He asked the
sainted guide why those who were
lucky enough to escape the neither
abodes and to bask in the sunlight of
of the regions of the Redeemed, should
be deprived Of their liberty in such a
substantial way.
"Oh!" said st. Peter, "those people
are from the Eastern Shore, and If
thir chains were loosed, the creatures
would go back home as quickly as
they could get there"
And so, the boys are coming down
this weekend to renew the memories
of by-gone days. don't know whether
they sought the advice of Mencken,
Mitchell, Sun Editors, and some 9TH
ers, as to the dangers which might be-
set the paths of the pilgrims. You see,
there are so many morons, Bible
crazy souls, idiots, blood-thirsty lynch
ers, clam-diggers, Gas if clan-digging
weren't respectable way of making
a living,) rum-suckers, and other mon
strosities of nature over here, that
the arrival of so many people at once
might be mistaken by the feeble
minded Cis-C hoptankians for soldiers
disguised in citizens dress. The fact
that they were arriving in automo-
biles instead of army trucks wouldn't
matter, because it can be recalled
how Hospitality (?) the automobile of
a certain generalissimo of the law was
treated in the streets of Salisbury
town, when he came down to tell 'em
where they were at. He hardly knew
where he was at when he got ready
to shake the, dust of Wicomico from
his coat tails.
But so long as boys come home
leaving behind them such Western
Shore tripe as have seemingly gotten
intense enjoyment out of villifyig,
poking fun, and lambasting the Shore
from Cecil to Somerset-so long as
these specimens of Trans-Chesapeki-
an civilization remain where they're
best appreciated, venture to say the
Baltimore sons of Shore parents will
reach this section sound in wind and
limb.
And somebody has intimated that
these homecomers are directing their
course where they can see something.
They've been everywhere and seen
everything; they are now to come as
casting all other places in the dis
card, and put the stamp of superiori-
ty on this side the bay-the superior
ity of Home; they've struck home.
Very much like the old Alabama neg
70, dissatisfied with his Southern
home, thought if he could get to Bos-
ton, he would be in Negro Heaven.
Finally, his wish was realized, but
when he had been there a short while,
he found the negro had the same OPP
portunity as the white man-to earn
his own living. This he was not en-
abled to do. He was reduced to beg
ging. He want from door to door
front door-and was most kindly re-
ceived, but with apologies that sup
plies were scarce, he would have to
call again. In his quest for food and
clothing, he, at last, knocked upon the
front door of an imposing residence.
The man of the house answered. The
negro made his plea. For reply the
man raised his foot and kicked the
negfro diwn the steps. "You black ras-
cal, what do you mean by coming to
my front door; get aroond to the
kitchen and ask the cook for what you
want. And don't be long at it."
The old man picked himself up,
rubbed himself where it would do the
most good and cried out: "Bress de
Lawd! I'se struck home at last. OATS
a Suth'un gent'man, / gifts what ]