Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1941-06-27
''Chirps'' ~
from the
Democrats Pen


your paper about these worthless
dogs that infest this whole berg, from
all points of the compass. l don't
mean the CANNES that have masters
who care enough about 'em to buy
license tag and to give 'em bone
once in a while, so the poor animals
won't have to go foraging all night
in order to keep body and soul-if
they have a soul-together. l mean
those ours which roam the streets
and are compound nuisances, day in
and day out. Now, have dog.
Of course his dog is a superior
kind of quadruped. Pm not saying it
isn't, and I am not saying his dog is
not a we'll educated member of the
breed. 1t, of course, knows when to
bark and when not; when to stay
home and when to visit; when to have
company and when not; an altogether
model sort of pup. So is everybody
else's dog.
But, l wasn't so much interested,
then, in discussing dogs. thought
here was a good chance to sell a sub
scription. If the man in question
asked me to put something in the
paper to relieve him of the dog pest,
he might be interested in reading it
after it was in print. I thought the
best thing for him was to have a
paper all his own. So, l said:-
LET me sell you subscription to
The Democrat
II am already subscriber" he
came back at me.
What! you a subscriber and ask
me to put something in this paper
about dogs? Why, doggone it, these
night providers have been the bane
of my existence. I've cussed and dis
cussed 'em. I've made people mad
and glad. I've received pats and
raps. I've been called all sorts of
names because seemed to take
dislike to mans best friend I've
done everything I could to rid the
town of the canine evil, and blest if
it hasn't increased. The more you
blow flame, the larger it grows, and
so it seemed in this case. The more
I talked, the more the dogs seemed
to increase and multiply. And, now,
! am asked by my subscriber to put
something in my paper about dogs.
Why, man, this column, I honestly
believe, could not exist had it not
been for that one fertile subject
dogs"
Well, my friend was taken some
what back. It showed that he must
have allowed his wife to do all the
reading "The Democrat" received at
his house. Reminds me of the man
who said, when his preacher asked
him why he didn't 60 to church: "Oh!
that's all right; my wife goes, and /
have taken out my religion in her
NAME"
So, this man has taken out a SUBJ
scription in his wife's name and he,
therefore, has not been aware Of
such canine polemics as have appear
ed from time to time in this col
umn. Blest if / don't believe that's
the reason the dog nuisance remains.
People don't read this column close
ly enough-specially the man with
the gun.
And, while we are on the dog ques-
ton, something else came to my at
tention last week. This time, it came
from some one who must have read
this column, at least semi-occasional-
ly.
This man sized me up as a sort of
dog-hater; and I, having assumed
that attitude toward the "friend of
man., couldn't be far removed from
a misanthrope. He was ready to
classify me along with those, who,
having reached an extreme old age
had sunk into state of mental weak
ness; that l should wrap myself in a
blanket and slowly disappear from
the scene of action. That I was
nothing but a ranter who should be
suppressed, and he wouldn't blame
any dog that might take mouthful
out of the calf Of my leg.
But it so happens this good friend
of mine had to move from one house
to another, and then something hap
pened. l don't know how he escaped
dogs wherever he lived, but his new
hang-out seemed to size up with the
situation of the Light Brigade"
where cannon instead of CANNES were
in evidence. There were dogs to the
right of him, dogs to the left of him,