Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1940-11-15
~
from the
Democrats Pen

Well, Sir, it's all over now. IL you
don't know what mean, it's the
election, and I amt tellin' you no
news, neither. Ben Cohen, too, says
it's all over. He means that buggy
ride he took through Market street,
last Saturday morning. Ben says
the next time he makes a trip like
that, he's going to take along cush-
ion, because he's ready to tell the
wrold a two-wheeled hand truck is
no Cadipackabaker, sixteen cylinders
motor vehicle, with easy springs and
luxurious cushions. He is also ready
TO tell you that he believes the loser
Of that bet was winner after all.
He would willingly have changed
places.
But, you know, I don't think Ben
served Howard right. Ben was
betting on a certainty; if he didn't
know that, he could have found out
from me. I found out from one OF
these XYZ workers. He told me that
he and few of his friends were
thinking of voting right; and, as far
as they could see, the best arrange
ment for the coming winter season
was to hold on to the goose that
lays the golden egg, and to put on
spectales when they went to vote so
no mistake would be made.
Then, again, one of these QQQ's
told me that they had few acres of
land that looked better not planted;
and a few pig sites they thought
served better purpose when not oc-
cupied by porkers; and some corn
fields where the soil needs conserva-
ton; and so long as the United States
Nail brought in checks at stated
seasons, he and some people he knew
were ready to vote for few more
terms of hand-me-downs, so long as
they might last.
Then, again, one of these relief
angels said things suited him and
some others he might name; and all
he hoped for was that the roads
wouldn't get too muddy this winter
for his car to negotiate, as he jour
neyed to headquarters for said relief.
He also said it was shame that
the nation had seen fit to put a tax
on cigarettes and other luxuries, for
what was a poor man to do. The
alternative didn't seem to occur to
him to do without. However, he and
a few of his buddies would try to
get along with the old regime, and
hope for better things.
Also, one of the old-age pensioners
said the old-age was not so bad after
all; that he was so years old-or, at
least would be if he lived long
enough, and the days and nights
were passing along very evenly; so
that he and few others that met
most every evening down the corner
store, swapping yarns and sharing
tobacco plugs were going to plug
along the old highway travelled for
eight years more, and, maybe, they
would come, finally, to the fountain
Of youth.
Then some of the welfare people
said they were faring pretty well,
and they didn't know whether it paid
to endanger the facts in the case, SO
why not shut their eyes and jump.
Well, how could yeu beat it? And
if Ben Cohen had come to me, I'd
have told him he ought not to put up
such a job on that MANTLE thing was
in the bag, couldn't help it. The
man who lost must have had a pain
Of a kind other than name.
But it's all over now. After all
we are all Americans, so far. May
be we are not old enough yet to lose
the American spirit; Roosevelt says
that "the spirit of 1776 will prevail
He's the man that can preserve il
and here's hoping good time is IL
store for everybody.