Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1941-09-12
"Chiirps''@
from the
Democrats Pen

uuainted with what are called Jack
pots" l hear about 'em, sometimes'
in certain broadcasts over the RADIO
connected up with these "quiz" con-
tests. A man answers q question:
sometimes it's q woman, too and ne
gets a dollar; then he answers anoth-
er. and he's handed over two dollars;
and if he can answer seven, then ne
gets sixty-four dollars.
There's lot of human nature IN
il too: the whole thing seems to be a
rood illustration of the adage:
"There's more pleasure in pursuit
than in possession" The individual
il giyen a chance to stop before ne
fails to answer; but the gambling in
stinct is too keen; he risks another
ouestion-and he loses all. Still ne
has had fun, and somebody else has
said: "It's better to have loved and
lost than never to have loved at ALL.
Then, again, I've heard something
about "Jackpots, whenever | have
accidently been where there was 60
inc on a sociable game of cards.
Seems to me somebody said the name
of the game was poker" ! haven't
much acquaintance with that card
diversion. Way back there, when l
was in college, the boys used to play
some kind of game-it may have
been poker. I don't KNOWN which
THE stakes were matches. Sometimes
lots of the boys were broke; that is,
thay had no matches. Those were
the DAYS before the dormitories were
lit by electric lamps. When darkness
set in, you could hear the cry go up
and down the corridors: who's got
a match? Lend me matchV You
knew right away what that boy had
been doing. So the winner of matches
had to- fork over or go in the room
and light the gas. Matches were a
medium of exchange to us boys. l
don't know whether such stakes as
matches would dignity the game suf-
ficiently for some of the old stagers;
but it was a serious matter with US.
Then, again, these playthings you
call "slot machines" They have a
little glass front, measuring about
or A inches square and it's just about
deep enough to let one nickel show
it's face. When that thing gets full,
it looks like about peck of the
coins was awaiting a lucky turn OF
the wheel. And, oh! boy, don't the
boys go after 'em? After while
some lucky scent piece touches the
spring and what music it is to hear
'em "drap."
don't want any of you people to
think I know anymore about those
babies than what / see. I'm perfect
" willing that other people should
feed the slot, and I look on once in
so often. But my nickels come too
hard and I have 'em changed into
bigger money as soon as can to
avoid temptation. I'm human, all
right.
But I started out to say something
about Pocomoke City's good luck
last week. Now, I don't mean to say
that the mighty good paper, publish
ed in Snow Hill by my old friend,
Clarence Vincent, is connected with
the radio, a poker game, or a slot
machine, but nevertheless, notwith-
standing, and how-some-ever, it's got
Jackpot" in it, and last week some
body must have slipped coin of some
sort in the brain slot of the writer,
and blest if the whole pot didn't fall
out Pocomoke propaganda, extolling
the beauty and virtues of our golf
and country club. Thank you brother
Jackpot"
You know, the Snow Hill paper
and the Pocomoke paper are getting
TO be real ~chummy. They form a
sort of mutual admiration party.
One week the Pocomoke bladder
comes out saying some nice things
about Snow Hill; next week the Snow
Hill-no, don't mean bladder-new-
sy sheet comes out and drops the
whole Jackpot" in our lap; and,
thereby shows it's good taste and
judgment.
Well, it's nice to be neighborly and
l hope it will always continue. And,
lust now, if our esteemed contempor-
airy will say something that will en-
able us to go out and round up few
naval recruits for Uncle Sans sea
power, I'd be thankful. / don't know
much about editing newspaper a.
long recognized lines let alone turn
ing it into a recruiting station. I'm
afraid the Democrats ads ara go
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