Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise., 1938-04-22
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from the
Democrats S Pen

is, in the matter of being visited Dy
big guys; meaning, of course, big In
different sorts of ways.
Now. it's been within the Ms 'ry
of our oldest inhabitants that FraE- n
Delano (accent on first syllable
Roosevelt breezed into the metropolis
of Worcester, and then almost as
quickly breezed out.
I reckon he was down on the PENN
sula seeing the sights. AS he rolled
past the Peninsula Building, on his
way across the Pocomoke, he saw me
standing on the corner. Guess he
thought I was a sight, for he waved
his hand at me in true Mussolini style,
and I waved back in just as true Eas-
tern Shore style. AS remember, 1
saw his teeth in the smile in which
he always greets "My Friends!"
IF I had known then as much as
know now, I'd have waved my fists at
him and have done my best to beat him
grinning. However, don't believe
that would have prevented his election
for a second term, so what's the use.
Indeed, it looks to me as if he's got
the third term bee buzzing IN his bon
net, and I've no doubt it will be re-
lief to those on relief when the ballots
are counted and he's counted in.
But speaking of "big" men, Frank
lin Delano (accent on first syllable)
Roosevelt will have to take back seat
when it comes to big men coming to
town. The man who came to town
this week is big enough to take Delano
on his knee and give him a good
spankin'. wish he would, and maybe
he'd quit pokin' his nose into places
where he's got no business.
The man Pm speakin' about is
Buddy Baer." 1 don't suppose "Bud-
dy' is quite as well known as Delano,
but bring the two here on exhibition,
and it'd be a toss-up who'd draw the
larger crowd. 1 remember few
years ago, letter came from Europe
addressed to the "Best Known Man in
America! Who, do you suppose, got
that letter? John L. Sullivan.
Well, Buddy Baer is one of the John
L. Sullivan profession; he's a pugilist,
and he's big as all out of doors. He
also breezed into town and they said
the river bridge shook as he crossed
over it on his way out. You know,
think he'd be handy guy to have
around a printing office. The editor
could then write what he pleased, and
if anybody objected, he could refer
him to Buddy. Trouble is, the editors
objector might come in while Buddy
was out after a coca-cola; then some
thing might happen derogatory to the
handsome appearance of the editors
face and eyes.
Buddy was the man who was being
groomed to bring the championship
prize belt back to the Caucasian race;
but, evidently, he met with some man
bigger than he was; so, Buddy is now
on the bench watching the play as a
rookie or prospect. He got licked by
some pump-primer who had, maybe
a pump handle in his hand that he's
torn away from the pump first.
Anyhow, that defeat caused Buddy's
brother Max to rise up in his wrath
and vow he'd like to wallop the whole
world to avenge his relatives knock
out. So he waded into Tommy Farr
who came from far across the seas
Farr kissed the resin and now Maxy
says he's just waiting for chance to
wallop the winner of the Schmeling-
Louis bout. I'd advise him, tho, to
follow Farr across the waters before
he tackles either one.
And, then, speaking of out-of-the.
way men, there was another fellow here
not long ago, who had sense of hear
ing equal to that of robins listen
ing for a worm to crawl out of the
ground after a nice summer shower
1 didn't get his name, but he says he
can open any safe he can get his ears
close to. He can detect the sound OF
the plungers- whatever you cal
'em-when they drop, and open swing
the doors.
He didn't stay here very long-glad
he didn't. He couldn't have hurt me
very much, but it's more comfortable
to have such man practicing on locks
outside of your home town. Still, he
would be handy man to have around
if one should forget the combination
And I want to change it mighty quick
after he'd done his work. He's as
bad as the man who reproduced my
signature. They are both better look
ing when viewed through the small
end of a telescope.