Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1940-10-04
''Chirps'' ~
from the
Democrats Pen

Well, Sir, Pm just one day behind
writing this weekly Tor weakly,
which is IT'D blast; but when you come
to consider a lot of things, how in the
world can man be cheerful, or chirp-
full. in such weather as this. 1t rained
yesterday, it looks today, as if it
might pour, most any minute. Gloom
everywhere.
l got to thinking about everything
l ought not to think of, unless you
want to die young-and that's what
I'm afraid of. Got to thinking about
taxes-taxes for what you eat, drink,
smoke and chew; taxes for the privi-
lege of owning a car, for driving it,
for gas to drive it, and for using
road to drive it on; taxes for use in
preventing people from working; tax
es to keep the ground from produc-
ing; taxes to keep Hitler away; taxes
to the right Of us, taxes to the left
of us, taxes behind us, volleying and
laundering.
Then, too, l thought this weather
might prevent the Worlds Series
games, and l could sit by radio and
hear 'em call balls and strikes, and a
lot of other paraphernalia, more or less
exciting, melting, and fighting. This
morning the weather man said, "Fair
and Coop, that was some consolation,
but it's hard to produce smile when
the sun persists in appropriating that
silver lining.
Amidst it all, l felt like doing what
little Johnnie did in his deep despair
go out in the garden and eat worms.
Really, don't know what might have
happened if 1 hadn't caught sight of
that picture of little Gloria Taylor in
another column. There she stands,
a smile all over her face, with her
fingers crossed = as much as to say:
"Never touched mel"
She could fall out of 3-story win
dow, down on a concrete pavement,
and come up smiling; said she had her
fingers crossed, and, further-some-
more, she was going to keep them
crossed. But think it must have been
some other agency that saved her
from sudden death. Pm going to
substitute a wholesale stores entire
stock of feather beds to land on. Or,
Pm going to call up the fire COM
pany and get 'em to spread their nets
for and wide to catch a poor fish
when he drops.
Well, I suppose nothing is so bad
it couldn't be worse. And that re-
minds me of the man who dreamed he
died and went to hell. When he told
a friend about his dream, the reply
was. "It might have been worse"
GLOW could anything be worse than
that?" asked the dreamer.
"Why", the friend replied, cit might
have been true instead of dream.
How-some-ever, let's all hope for
the best-hope even that the election
turns out all right. Hope is a great
sustainer; don't know what we'd do
without hope. Addison said once,
"Hope calculates it's schemes for a
long and durable life; Passes forward
to imaginary points of bliss;and grasps
at impossibilities; and consequently,
very often ensnares men into beggary
ruin, and dishonor."
And Young wrote: Hope of all
passions, most befriends here; joy has
her tears and transport has her death;
hope, like a cordial, innocent though
strong, mans heart at once inspirits
and serves, nor makes him pay his
wisdom for his joys"
So, Pm going to hope for brighter
skies; for a freer country; for ces-
sation of wars; for a surcease of tax
alton; for a more practical and fire.
quent appreciation of the Golden Rule;
for return to saner conditions every
where; for a firmer belief in a Di
vinity-which shapes our ends. And
with that, perhaps I'll be in a better
humor when another seven-day rolls
around.