Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1939-11-03
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from the
Democrats Pen


pie have heard lots Of stories aDout
the frugality of the Scotch people.
60 have I-some of 'em, like a great
manv others, wouldn't look well IN
print. One heard concerning two OF
these economical souls who had plan
ned an early start on a. days outing.
They had agreed that the first one
who got up was to go to the nearest
nav telephone station and call the
other. It was also agreed that the
one who was called should understand
what it was for without taking the
receiver off the hook. In that way,
the caller would get his nickel back.
That's the story, but it lacks few
details to make it absolutely logical, SO
leave it for you to figure it out
yourself.
A more recent side light on the saw
ing quality of the Scotch disposition
appeared in the latest issue OF Path
finder" It read as follows: German
Air Raids Don't Skater Scotch Thrift.
Shortly after the Nazi attack on the
Firth of Forth last week, Scots, with
real business sense, rowed out into the
bay and collected fish killed by Ger
man bombs" You can't beat 'em;
they got the fish without expense OF
hook, line, sinker, or bait; and didn't
have to expend any words in thanks
to the Huns for their timely visit.
Well, that's the way to make the
dollars grow, and speaking of fish
ing-one thing leads to another, you
now-it was always a mystery to
me how some of these sports can get
ND early in the morning, ride ten or
fifteen miles to water, hire boat and
somebody to manage it, head out to
rough seas, get soaked with spray, get
right green around the gills very Of
ten, throw ont their lines, hold on to
'em, about six hours, come back with
a toad h-h, black will, or an eel, and
saw they had a fine time. want
somebody to "Splain" that to me.
Now, then, 1 can well understand
how a bunch of fellows can get up
about $3.50 on a cold morning, trust
to the good nature of the missus to
get him bite to eat, jump in car,
ride to Baltimore, where it takes you
about an hour and half to get to
where you are going, satisfy your
hunger and thirst at Miller's, ride out
to the Stadium, set for about 2 IL
hours on a hard seat, shiver in
cold breeze sometimes, look on 22
young bloods pull and haul each other
around, get in your car, spend another
hour and half getting out of town,
spend another four or five hours
reaching old Pocomoke, turning into
bed about 1 A. NJ, and forgetting all
about going to church next day. What
for? Why, to see a game OF foot
ball. Now, that's different.
You see, you don't have to wait to
see something happen out there on
that gridiron, like you do when your
feeling for a bite. And also, more
over, and again, the seats don't bob up
and down, like those in fishing craft.
There isn't any danger of your getting
ill, unless you want that for an ex-
cuse to stop in Seaford or some other
oasis. One is safe on dry land, it
any thing should happen to the gaso-
line motor, and the lights of the neon
signs is much more friendly than
those on a bell buoy, light house, or
moon in the sky. You get what you
go for in foot ball game; the fish
sometimes delight to stay where
they're at.
So, you understand, it all depends
upon the makeup of ones mental
and moral constitutions. It wouldn't
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