Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1939-03-17
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from the
Democrats Pen

concluded to "play hockey" from thls
column this week, on account OF a sor'
AZ vacuum in my cerebral compare
vaents. when along came this written
On a postal card:
Here's to Chirps, who always writes
of sleepless night and dog or cat
fights,
To have, the sanctity Of life,
Tn families is always rife,
With yowls and fits and growls anu
strife.
Near Mister Man, just think OF that
And imagine, pro tenn, you're dog or
eat.
n God. In his wisdom, has endowed
You with a voice both long and loud
Yain, would you be a pussy cat
That dormant lies upon mat!
Or a woolly pooch that is not busy
And: stays at home just like a Sissy!
The greatest joy in life to me,
In others happiness to see.
please Sir, let up on dogs and cats,
And vent your spleen on mice and
rats.
Now. this was signed "Jingling
Jehnson" and ordinarily documents un-
e;9ned or with appended pseudoryms
generally go into the waste paper bas-
net: but, as said before, I felt men
tally impoverished this morning and
honestly, when I saw it, it seemed 70
Be material proof Of the adage: "The
Lard will provide" or, perhaps more
spplicably: 1.-THE Devil takes care OF
his own"
I note that this jingling person
wants me to imagine myself dog or
n eat. Now, amt that sumpin'f If
/ could do that as easily as he can
imagine himself a poet, there might
be some encouragement to try. But
really, tho I do believe somewhat In
re-mcarnation, 1 hardly think my pre-
existence conferred in that of the genus
"efelis" or "canis". I do initiate the
bark of dog rather naturally; but
that is an acquired accomplishment,
e isn't instructive. I can't offer any
of the feline propensities as an aid to
any endeavor to tranmogrify myself
into one of the aforementioned quad
Tupeds.
l also notice that this John Jingler
advises me to event my spleen on
mice and rats" I must deduce from
this request, these creatures do not
belong to that class whose happiness
II his greatest joy in life to see"
Row, Mr.. J. J., am going to ask you
70 imagine yourself rat'or a mouse,
what kind of a rat or mouse would
you be? If by chance, you were a
paterfamilias, would you be faithful
to your trust if you failed to go
snoopin' arond corn crib and, may
be, tote home a nubbin to the missus,
20 that her physical condition would
De equal to the task of nourishing the
infant prodigies? Or would you do
violence to the rat that was in you,
If you gnawed hole in the barn floor
% as to get at some of the succulent
feed stored in bags? Or, if you can
imagine yourself a mouse, don't you
think Z cruel thing that some house
wife should set trap for your neck,
Just because you were hunting hunk
of cheese or piece of sweet pone in
the pantry? God has made these
creatures, same as dogs and cats. Why
vent spleen on them?
Just one thing, Mr.. Johnny Jing,
Iwant you to notice: the column which
seemed to draw forth this poetic CD
effusion of yours, passed down to pos
terity through the medium of a postal
card, that column was not written by
me but by some other man also sup
Piled with a spleen. However, think
I'm take your advice and stop writing
about dogs and cats and give some
people 1 know the benefit of my Wit
riolic pen. I'll tell you, honestly, I've
tried to let the canine population a.
lone, but, bless Peter! they won't lei
me. They come at me with that voice
of theirs, which you so aptly describ-
ed as "long and loud" and what is a
poor mortal to do? But, I'm here te
tell you, that If I receive many more
rhyming rum6les like the one repro.
due above, I'll not only cease from
lamhasting the poor little dogs, cats
mice, and rats, but go out of the news
paper business altogether. Have you
amy fob for me In IinHzood. n. J.. Mr.