Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1940-05-17
"Chirps'' ~
from the
Democrats Pen


very glad indeed to see myself once
more in harness.
1 Just thought would say that a
bout myself, so as to see how it would
look and sound if somebody else had
said it. 1t appears nobody cared two
bits whether 1 were here, there, or
naywhere else. I thought, that some
body would write me nice little note
telling me how much Chirps was miss
ed but, nix cum rous.
guess I feel very much like that
old maid, who, at party was lack
ing in the attention she craved. In
order to get some eyes turned in her
direction, she dropped behind sofa
and, in s9ueaky, comb-like, babyish,
entreating voice, screamed out:
Nobody knows where ami"
A cruel old bachelor, in voice
which contained all the qualities diff
ferent from the aforementioned old
maids, beloved out in the gruffest
tones:
Nobody gives a DIP
So, it would be good idea for this
old maid and myself to get together
and form a mutual consolation party.
So far as I know, Nobody gives
rap" where I was, and you people
can't understand how much I was cut
up about the lack Of appreciation of
my efforts. Why, felt worse than
one Of those defeated candidates after
the primaries Of last Monday week.
You know, I was looking for letters
equal in number to those I received
from some Of those Mortified denizens
of Pennsylvania and some other sea
ports, relative to what appeared in
this column concerning the little mat
ter of furnishing a hempen necktie
for creatures who were born with in
stincts lower than those of the lowest
form of animal life.
Why, had to have my waste paper
basket emptied twice, filled up with
such jargon that, after reading some
of it, set me to thinking whether I
had time to settle my affairs before
some of that crowd staged little par
ty of their own with me as the hon
ored guest. But, up to date, they
seemed to hesitate or to have chang
ed their minds; while mine is plodding
along, in the same old groove.
How-some-ever, to get back to the
election, you know it's sort of hard to
know where you're at, when voting
times come around. One Of the can
didates said to me he didn't know
there were so many liars (please I'M
derstand I'm quoting) in the whole
world. He said if there were as
many in all the states of the Union
in proportion to what there are in the
First Congressional District Of this
old Commonwealth Of Maryland, then
Uncle Sam need do nothing else but
organize them into an army to oppose
Der Fuhrer and he would soon begin
"Die Wacht am Rhein." And, fur
thermore, that candidate said, some of
these promisers deserved no better
fate than to serve as fodder for the
Grman Big Berthas.
Politics, tho, is a sort of war, and
there is an old saying that EVERY
thing is fair in love and war;" don't
suppose there are many candidates
who would like to take oath that every
thing they whispered in the ear of
voters would constitute a code Of liv-
ing which would carry the listener
straight through the pearly gates,
when this mortal life is over. Both
candidate and voter indulge in bit
of camouflage, and both take knock
outs as the fortunes of war.
But, it is fact that there are a
lot of promising men and women in
the land, when election times come
around; and, many an aspirant for
political preferment is elected before
the "Chooseday" arrives-afterwards,
they are defeated, in some mysterious
way. It is true, tho that some people
are ready to translate smile into
. promise, whispered word into SOL
i'd assistance, and wink Of the eye
- a vote already in the ballot box.
However, it's all over now, and both
sides can consider the spoils of war;
the losers, that the spoils are very
much so-in fact, rotten; the winners,
that they can use the spoils, be they
in any stage Of perfection or putre-
faction. There's another day coming
when the ms will be outs and vice
versa. There's always a compensa-
ton.
Mr.. N. 8. Pilchard, who has been
i'll, Is slightly improved but still con-