Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1936-10-02
"Chirps'' ~
from the
Democrats Pen

Well, Sir, inasmuch as I have not
fallen into the sere and yellow, suftl-
GENTLY to cause me to lose my taste
for the sports in which l engaged-so
many years ago, that do not care to
recall them; and, inasmuch as the
most accessible program of all events
along the athletic line is arranged at
the Shore college in Chestertown; and
inasmuch as 1 may want to take IN
some of the contests there to be pulled
off. I think it best, in view of the
aforesaid and aforementioned circum-
stances to prepare the way for such
nossible visits, so that my entrance
into the Shire town of Kent, may not
be attended by brick bats, aged eggs,
matured vegetables, dead cats, or
slabs of mud.
Why all this precaution? Well,
denizen out of the confines of Kent's
County Seat, revealed to me a matter
of ominous import, and one that need
ed careful handling. He confided to
me, under oath of secrecy, and prom
ised to be the veritable Sphinx, that
the people with whom 1 had thought
I had established eternal friendship,
were wavering in their allegiance,
and were ready to turn thumbs down
on a continuance of sweet and pure
relationship.
And the cause of it all was a story
mote the euphemistic term) had been
stealthily worming its way into the
hearts and minds of the folk up there,
to the effect that the worcester
Democrat" was about to repudiate its
name, and rally to the support of Re-
publicanism. That's a--story.
Therefore, in order to set at ease,
the minds of those who care anything
about it, 1 want you all to read the
names of the candidates displayed at
this papers mast head. Read 'em
right please, so that l may be able
to cross the Chester River in safety:
wend my way in peace along the
streets if Kent's metropolis; share
once more the contents of friendly
flask; root as of old for the Sho'
teams sleep sweetly when victory ar
rives; and finally make my way back
again to the desk f a real, dyedin-
wool, honest-to-goodn cross-my
heart, Democratic newspaper.
Now, I want to know il that's
enough to insure my body as inviolate,
and my spirit as undisturbed? 1
want to refresh my soul, now and
then, by seeking the haunts of the
days of yore, and giving way to those
"reminiscences which may bring forth
smiles-and maybe tears, but in eth
er case, fraught with an experience
f more than the average satisfaction
of real living.
Now, l want to pay my respects to
the man, woman, or child, whose in
ventive genius manufactured a new
political scheme for Worcester's best
sheet. Why, as far back as the men,
DRY of the oldest citizen can reach;
even before the present editor saw
the light of day (now you know this
paper has flown the Democratic flag,
and it will never be hauled down so
long as it labors under the leadership
of the incumbent.
In view of that fact, somebody's
imagination was equal to that of a
Dante-or rather that of Don Quix-
ote. Somebody didn't love me one
little bit, and my paper less. Well,
] don't know that would fall on his
neck, if knew who it was-except to
break it. This paper is Democratic
and I don't know but what I'd turn
it into one if it were differently COM
plexioned, SEEM as how the Sunpap-
ers poll, only now and then, records
an anti-Roosevelt vote. Better cross
the road and get into the bandwagon
you guy who propaganda that "Wor-
cester Democrat" stuff. If you don't
you'll Landon a train, maybe, that
will carry you in the opposite direc,
ton and set you down in No Mans
Land. Things are looking up and as
they do, I'm loking down on a traducel
who wanted to put me in bad where
want to "stand i'm the worst kind.
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