Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise., 1938-08-05
"Chirps" ~
from the
Democrats S Pen

the citizens of the burg where L pu'
ND had arranged matters so woulon
feel homesick, and leave before go'
my visit out.
How did it happen? Well, l had
bordlv eased myself into bed for a
NIGHTS sweet repose, before the Ia
ro;Iiar barks of about a million dogs
hogan TO echo and re-echo upon the
shades of night. Il don't know wnetn-
er that is a mixed metaphor or not) /,
ANYHOW, they eachoed and re-eachoeo
upon something or other; and, just
outside my window, there came q
yap-yappin' of a dear little creature
that reminded me so much OF home'
had to get out and see Just where
I was at.
Wonder what they were barking
att Blest if don't believe they were
yelping at their own yelps. Couldn I
have been at the moon, because II L
remember correctly, the moon was hav
ing a contest with the clouds and
rain. and "Fair Luna" was getting
the worst of it. I sometimes think
they are sending night letters to
neighboring CANNES; they go by arr
mail and responses come back with
lightning rapidity. One little pup
from the back yard screams out q
word. and back comes leonine roar
from an old hound, OF, maybe, from
lust a dog-no particular breed. AND,
10 It goes, as you try to woo blessed
Morpheus into a receptive mood. From
north, east, south, and west came the
tones Of different pitch, quality, and
volume, until they blended into har-
nonious (?) chorus that should nave
soon brought rest and peaceful sleep
10 tired natures corporeal system.
But, I'll be darned if it did.
Bimbye, after I had covered my
rood ear up in a pillow, and thereby
softened somewhat the minor chords
that often break into the sweetest
symphony, I finally dropped off, from
sheer WEAKNESS, into long-delayed,
delightful, snoring, nocturnal, uncon-
sciousness.
Along about four o'clock, ante mer1-
diem, a message from a nearby chicken
ward told me my mapping must come
to a close. This sounded so much like
home, I came near asking my better
9-tenths what time it was. I investl-
rated the outlook from my window,
and over in the adjacent yard, the
country had came to own, and chantl-
cleer was heralding the approach OF
the goddess of dawn, hours before l
thought there was any need Of it. In
deed, if these roosters would wait a
while, everybody would find out about
daylight, and they could have cons OF
sleep that they waste in cock-a-doodle-
doing. But you can't teach 'em any
thing, they were born that-a-way, It's
natures handiwork, and who shall say
them nay? I would, if could, and
don't you forget it.
Then, once more, as I thought to
grab a few winks before Old Sol be-
gan to make Miss Eos shade her eyes,
some belated autoist-or early rising
motor enthusiast-came footing, evi-
IDENTIFY for a comrade in his misery,
and driving away from eye-lids all
drowsy, restorative, slumber. Once
more, I thought of home and fireside,
and wondered how so much similarity
could exist between hamlets, SO far
removed as Pocomoke and-where
/ was at.
So, say, wondered if some of
my friends didn't know was in their
midst and had prepared these loving,
thoughtful, accompaniments to exis-
tence, in order to surround me with
home comforts; make my stay seem
familiar; perhaps, lengthen my So
iourn: and send me home with pleas
ant memories. Well, they didn't; ]
came home cussin' dogs, roosters, and
auto horns, and wondering how in the
name of Sam Hill poor man can get
ND courage to battle the ills Of life,
instead of shuffling off this mortal
soil to escape the drabness Of work
a-day world.
Anyhow, I've got one consolation.
it's better to bear the ills we have
than fly to others just as bad. I think
I'll stay at home, hereafter. Our dogs
can bark as loud, our roosters can
crow as Justify; and our horns on our
old boats can scream as wiley as any
where else. So what's the use?
Misses Pauline and Mary Dryden
of This city, spent the past week at