Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1936-09-18
"Chirps'' ~
from the
Democrats Pen

asked:
"Ain't you the newspaper man."
I admitted the accusation, said l
didn't exactly recall his name, and
address, and in that respect he had
the advantage of me. And 1 limited
loud enough for him to understand
that there wouldn't be any crime in
his revealing his surname, at least.
"Mr Boliver," he acquainted me.
ooh! yes, Mr.. Boilover-"
'Boliver, not Boilover," he correct
ed.
Certainly, excuse me, L am ire
ouentiy affiliated with a slipsus lin
qua like that. It's pretty hard for me
to remember names and their correct
pronunciation. 1 was sure had seen
your face before, but it must have
been years ago, and the image had
sort of faded, out, you know.
"Where are you living now, Mr..
Boil-Boliver?
cat Snow Hill-Berlin."
"What do you mean, Snow Hill
Berlin l am not acquainted with the
location of that hyphenated, foreign
sounding, cognomen for a populated
secion of terra firma."
81 don't just get you," said Mr..
B, "but if you mean, you don't
know just where that place is at,
1 want to say that it isn't just any
where yet, it's in the making. The
proposition is to move Snow Hill and
Berlin down here and put them on
each side of the southern end of the
bypass, lump 'em together, and call
'em by the above, aforementioned and
designated appellation."
ooh! I see," I replied, "now I un-
derstand. You've already made the
start. 1 just didn't know what all
that activity meant out by the Mill.
So you're going to move down bag
and baggage, are you?"
"That's the PLAN" y--
"Well, now," I ventured, "don't you
think that would be a little danger
Gus? If you don't look out, POGO
moke City will extend it's boundaries,
build right out where you're at, scoop
you right in, and swallow you whole,
both of you. Then where would
your hyphen be-"
ooh! but we're going to build six
ty-foot stone wall across that Market
Street extension idea, so you can't
get to us. However, we don't scare
so easily. In fact, l came to POGO
moke today to see if I couldn't en-
list the aid and assistance OF the
Democrat" in another project we
have in view. You Pocomokians were
real nice to US about the by-pass-lots
of you gave us moral as well as ma
terial support, and I am sure you
can be of service again"
"Well, what's the proposition"
"You see," he said, somebody has
gone out to the junction of the old
road and the bypass, and put up
great big, filling station, dance hall,
refreshment, and I don't know what
ether kind of place, without saying a
word to us about it."
"That's not polite" I agreed.
"No! by the Lord Harry, it ISM"
said Mr.. B.
"What are you going to do about
it," I asked.
"Well, you people were SO nice
about the other bypass, thought,
maybe, you could chip in with US and
see if the Commission wouldn't agree
to stake out and build another bypass
around this pesky joint and put it out
of business. I'd like to know how the
people think we're going to get all
this tourist and general traffic bust
ness that bypass was intended to
bring us, if such things as this are
to be allowed. Are you with u.s."
Certainly" 1 said, ''I'm willing to
do everything I can, but seems to me
if shying off from every Joint that
springs up by the roadside, is your
policy, first thing you know, you'll by
pass yourself into the Atlantic Ocean.
Maybe, after you've put wheels under
Snow Hill and Berlin, and dumped 'em
down in the proposed new spots,
you'll catch the trade four ways from
Sunday and gobble up every darned
cent in view, if Pocomoke doesn't do
the goblin first. Good luck to you,
Mr.. Boilover."
And the last thing I heard OF him
proved to me I hadn't got his name so
far wrong, because he was mad
enough to boil over.