Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1937-01-08
''Chirps'' ~
from the
Democrats Pen

pie recall reading accounts Of the
Duke Of Windsor, erstwhile Edward
Wiz, King of England, setting forth
the ease with which he took a flight
over a horses neck while astride some
of his thoroughbreds and putting them
over hurdles, bitches, and other OBJ
stacles too numerous to mention.
It was frequent and, thereby IA
miliar sight to see cuts of the Prince
of Wales flying over the neck of his
steed, and, in consequence thereof, en-
dangering the neck of the future King
of Great Britain and Emperor of
India.
His ability not to ride was of world
wide knowledge, but his determination
to teach either his mount to be more
surefooted, or himself to be more sure
seated, showed his English extraction,
bulldog tenacity-being long known
as a characteristic Of our cousins of
the enchanted islands. Of late we
haven't heard much about his riding
exploits. Maybe old Badly put a stop
to 'em.
Next thing we heard Of Eddie was
that young Cupid had bowled him over
with one of his love-tipped arrows
and the fall on this occasion made the
riding events look like turning over
in bed. He fell from the heights of
British throne down to the hard level
of simple English citizen-all for love.
AS Moore said: "Love was to his i'm
passioned soul, not part Of his exis-
tence, but the very life breath of his
heart"
I imagine when Edward, as Prince
of Wales took some Of those tumbles
from his saddle, he didn't get up look
ing as attractive as he did before his
boss tossed him. There may have
been a convenient mudhole which muss
ed him up, and he may have presented
a pitiable sight. And that reminds
us of what Beaumont said: "Of all the
paths leading to a woman's love, pity
is the straightest." And maybe Wal
lies heart was hooked by the pity of
Edwards plight.
I wonder if, after the fall from the
heights Of royalty, Wallie pities him
enough to love him, go into exile with
him, and comfort his saddened and
disappointed days. The months to
come will answer the question, and if
time should prove Kingdom is great
er to be loved than a Dukedom, all
one could say is that it's woman's
privilege to change her mind.
How-some-ever, the abdicated mon
arch is still flirting with fate. He
survived the catapults over his horses
heads; he is still living after his drop
into the oblivion Of mere man; but he'd
better watch his step when fooling
with an ACKNOWLEDGMENT step on the
gas too lively.
see by the papers that over in his
Austrian exile, he's trying to take
more than his share of the road, and
a sideswipe ratified his teeth down
through the alveolar process, made
him see few stars up in his cerebral
lobes, and sent him back to Roths-
child's chateau, very much more ex-
ercised over this than over his for
mer acrobatic stunts.
I am just little intrigued, too, at
his nervousness in Connection with this
near-accident, because it was stated
that he was on his way to do bit of
skiing on the Austrian mountain
sleeps. Now, I'd like to know what
a little flying over hoss' neck; or
a bump. against mountain side af
ter closer acquaintance with fellow
autoist than was comfortable; or even
a step-down from Hingland's royal
seat; what's all these compared with
those flying leaps over precipices with
shoes that, to me, seem bit too long,
and looking forward to landing place
that doesn't seem to be there at all.
Why, I've seen pictures (and I be-
lieve that's all I want to see) of those
sky-scrapers leaping out into space,
landing on almost anything, turning
a hundred thousand somersaults,
more or less, and surviving the ordeal
with only a few flakes of snow in
their mustaches.
It seems to me that little auto
mountain-side incident, was least cal
culated to give the royal scion the jit-
tiers. Worse than all his performances
on the air. But the weight of sor-
rows grows apace, and it's the last
straw breaks the camePs back. "Take
keer yourself, Duke"
Mrs. Riley p. Stevenson was hos