Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1941-01-24
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from the
Democrats Pen

Mouth, put my foot in it; or, being
q writer instead of talker, perhaps
It would be more apropos for me to
ray that, 81 never put my pen in ink
without upsetting the bottle" I sup
pose Pm one of those guys who new
q look before they leap; or else I
m possessed by such an inferiority
complex as to lead me to believe that
what I say doesn't amount to much.
You see, in this column last week
/ said something about the "embry-
smic" park at the county seat. Now,
I don't know whether somebody there
Mought I was calling that project a
had name, or not, but on a recent
visit, I was taken to task for my
unguarded CHIPPING, and there was
m intimation Of disapproval of my
zather-well, you know what sort of,
reference; my scribblings were not
exactly "settin' purity" with some Of
the sister towns population; they
couldn't bring themselves to like it.
Bless your souls, people, there are
lots of things I say in this column l.,
myself, don't like, but I don't seem
10 have sense enough to leave 'em
cut, and I want everybody to under
stand that they appear here without
the least touch of venom. AS for
the locality in question, I am very
fond of the place. You see, I lived
there for two years. I just don't
know how I can exactly prove I did
unless I call on Will Johnson, Tom
Selby, or Doc Paul Jones. There are
one or two ladies who might help me
cut but everybody knows I dare not
mention their names in connection
with a date reaching back into the
Middle Ages, as it were. So you see,
/ couldn't be knowingly disagreeable
30 INV own home folks, could I? I,
maybe, was just so tickled with what
has been done in the way Of Park
projecting in Pocomoke, that I
couldn't let the opportunity pass to
gloat a little. Natural, wasn't it?
How-some-ever, this is the day of
miracles. IF any one had told me
that the old swimming place used
TO know as Winter Quarter could be
transmogrified into its present at
tractiveness, I would have advised
him to go have his noodle examined.
SO, I am waiting to see the park un-
der discussion turned into a spot
teeming with wild beauty. It may
be that, before one can count TWEEN
ty, the land will send forth shade
trees and become carpeted with ma
lures green. I hope to live when
the canoe will be padded up its man
ufactured canal, giving touch of the
old Venice, where gondolas are quiet
~ cared as lovers whisper sweet
Aothings, shaded by silken canopies
from the view of, perhaps, too Gu
rious gondoliers.
hope to see a preservation of the
tuckahoes when the park extends its
length to the Pocomoke. Here, may
be, the scenes of Indian occupation
may be rehearsed, recalling the days
when the lusty brave called in his
bark or dugout canoe, courted the
duslxy maiden as she wove her mat
Of grass seated Economically at the
door of her wigwam, and carried
her off, possibly unconscious from
q blow from the handle Of his toma-
hawk, or screaming as he dragged
her by her plated tresses off to his
eWn domicile to be his squaw and re-
Eeve him of household duties-and
others.
Now, if I haven't painted that pic
ture in lights glowing enough to give
me absolution from all my Chirping
offenses, then I am in hard luck;
have done my best and angels could
DO no more.
Still, I'm not out of the woods yet
! was also taken to task about the
occasional results of election in the
district of Democratic Clubs made
up of sterling JacksonitesL male
and female.
Now, Politics is something else al.
ready yet. The mentioning of that
word will cause an argument as quick
as anything I know. Here's where
father is arrayed against son; moth
er against daughter; sister against
brother; uncle against aunt; cousin
against second-cousin; husband a
gainst wife; and man against hi:
mother-in-law. There's not mucl
romance in the ballot, and no family
affection in electioneering. ALP:
fair in love and war, and politics is
war all right. People take blows
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