Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1936-02-14
"Chirps'' ~
from the
Democrats Pen

Well, Sir, 90 any Oh you people re-
call that little story about the Mt.
Vernon young lady whose ring-she
said it was her school class ring, and
sticks to it-fell off her finger, and
hit a poor, unlucky mousie on the
neck and busted it, I mean the neck!
Well, somebody sent her a clip
ping of my attempted write-up Of the
incident in this column, and then she
sits right down and send me an epis-
tie, containing her own write-up OF
the affair, and swears by all the
mouse traps in creation it is true.
don't know from her letter whether
she has suddenly fallen in love with
me or whether, if she had the oppor-
tunity, she'd drop that same ring ac-
cidentally on purpose on my neck.
Now, I want to tell her something
about little criticism she had in her
epistle. She intimated that accused
her of holding post norton on that
genus mus, after I had had her
practically dead herself. If she
knew as much about this column as
do, she'd understand that most any
thing can happen in it. Pm not re-
strained by hail, thunder, nor rain.
I'm not controlled by physical nor
mental laws. I don't stick to truth,
fiction, fibs, nor downright lies. I'm
q free lance in the domain of all sorts
Of literature, and am as thick-skin-
ned as a rhinoceros, an armadillo or
a steel boiler when it comes to resist
ing the many missiles that come my
way.
AS I said, don't know whether this
young lady is smiling at me in her
note, or her teeth are getting ready to
clamp down on my ear. For Shake
speare said Il think it was Shaky)
that a man Cor woman either) could
"smile and smile and be Lillian
STILL" How-some-ever, Pm going to
let you people judge. Here's what
she bombarded me with:
Princess Anne, Md.
Route 2
February 8, 1886.
Worcester Democrat,
Pocomoke City, Maryland.
Dear Editor:
A few days ago a friend brought
to me a clipping from a news
paper, which was headed by
"Chirps," from the Democrats
Dov1 Wall I dooiIoI +0 coo xxyho+
was what, you might say. And
of all the Chipping that anybody
ever heard that little bird of the
Worcester Democrat, takes the
cake. must congratulate you
on your vivid imagination. First
you pictured double tragedy,
then you decided that must have
held post norton examination
to determine the cause of the
death of that little mouse.
l am the young Miss from Mt.
Vernon who killed the little mouse
with her class ring land class
ring it was.) thought you might
like description of the happen
ing as it actually was Il ought
to know.
I was reading on this particular
evening, In the same room with
my parents. The paper was on
the table, and I happened to be
pushing my ring up and down on
my finger Gust nervous habit
of mine). Of course, didn't hear
the mouse until it squeaked just
after my ring fell to the floor.
l must have screamed, for my
father jumped from his chair and
came over to where I was. When
he looked the mouse was dead,
apparently with a broken neck.
didn't jump on the table and hold
my skirts about my legs; for we
all enjoyed laugh at the expense
of the poor little mousie.
Now, Mr.. Doubling Thomas,
know this sounds like a fish
story, but it's facts just the same,
which all goes to prove that
"Truth is indeed stranger than
Fiction"
Here's hoping you'll find some
thing else soon to Chirp over.
Best wishes.
Very truly yours,
(Miss) Mildred Mcintyre
That's what she said, and 1 want
you to note how quickly I realized