Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1941-08-08
"Chirps'' ~
from the
Democrats Pen

Well, Sir, SOme VI w" P00P
remember the story I told on myself
in this column some time back. 1t
was about the time went wool gain
ering in Norfolk and apparently Tor
got where was at.
You remember I asked for a ticket
To Norfolk while I was standing IN
the Norfolk ticket office. l couldn't
remember for a moment, to just what
point wanted to go; so rather than
hold up the line, passed on and took
my station back of the ticket-buyers.
Some of these looked at me rather
dourly, when was trying to suggest
where wanted to go, and was con-
Stunning time thereby.
Reminds me of the story about the
traveller who, when he found good
w number of passengers lined up a.
head Of him, decided he wasn't gong
to stand for his turn. So by elbow
ing, showing, growing and doing
every other disagreable thing ne could
think of, he finally gouged his way
to the ticket window, depriving many
of their rightful priority. When ne
faced the agent, he threw down a
piece of money and said:
"Give me a ticket to Squeedunk!
"That won't buy you a ticket to
that point" said the pasteboard slim
ger.
"Well. where can go on that much
money?''
And everybody in that line told him
where to go.
Now, the ticket agent in Norfolk
was too polite or was too afraid OF
his Job to talk to patron of the road
in that vernacular, SO escaped the
advice handed out by the waiting
ticket buyers to the buyer who didn't
want to wait.
Now, what does all this amount
to? Why did tell this all over a.
gain? Just because, reckon, misery
loves company and something happen
ed the other day in good old POGO
moke which is just a reminder that
"there are others"
One of our good women folk was
walking down the street last week,
and she arrived at an intersection OF
two avenues just in time to hear a
well-dressed man, evidently a stran-
ger, ask another man, evidently a
good old Eastern Shoreman:
"How far is this place from POGO
moke City,"
And there he was, standing on the
corner of one of the best little burgs
in this country, and didn't know where
he was at-just like me.
You know, I'd like to have seen
that man when he was told just the
actual facts in the case. Maybe
could then have been apprized Of the
kind of fool I looked like when the
ticket agent in Norfolk said to me:
you're in Norfolk, now, where dc
you want to go?"
And was just wondering where
he wanted to go. Maybe he was
victim of amnesia, aphasia, or some
other nettle rash, and think if ne
had shown signs of violence, I would
have said to him:
"You want to go to Pocomoke City
Well, you start right now and trave
sou'-sou'west by north half east to
distance of about four miles when yor
reach the Old Dominion line. From
that point increase your speed to a.
bout 55 miles until you come tt
Chesapeake Bay. At that point yor
can use your emergency brake or steI
on the "exilerator", just as you please
If you do the latter, you'll find the
going rather rough unless you have
an amphibian tank. Without it, may
the Lord have mercy on your soul
If that little spiel didn't give him
any idea, I'd have sought out the
Chief of Police and asked him if there
wasn't some way the gentleman might
be kept in town by giving him free
board and lodging in the towns two
room accommodation hall back of the
old fire engine house.
wish I had been near to hear
what the real answer to his question
was; and I haven't also been inform
ed whether he was drunk or crazy.
I sorta construe his question into
something complimentary. He didn't
expect to see such a good looking
place after passing through those
landscape-marring villages of Sea-
ford, Laurel, Delmar, Salisbury, and