Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1941-09-19
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from the
Democrats Pen

and l got a big kick out of it; it
may turn out to be kick in the
pants there's no tellin'.
We had a big feed at the big hotel
1.-THE Emerson" Jimmy Crockett's
hosiery; he knows how the Eastern
shoremen carry their appetites along
with 'em when they get up courage
enough to leave their natural habi-
tat, bein' as how he's one of us, so
he prepared to satisfy 'em, and those
Western Shore ink singers profited
thereby.
Sitting right along side of me was
a sociable young teller, who told me
his name, and the name of the paper
he published. Then he asked
"Why don't you send me your pa
per? Are you too big and uppish for
us to exchange?"
mo, Sir" I replied, "I'm an old
fashion Democrat. I firmly believe
in the brotherhood of man. I don't
consider myself any better than any
other decent man; and, as to my
paper, Pm afraid to send it to you,
afraid you'll laugh at it."
"No, WON'T" he replied, "let her
come" So we took each others name
and address; and, after that, every
thing was lovely as we tackled that
dinner I just spoke about.
Last Saturday, the new exchange
came in; the Democrat" reached him
safely, / hope. My new friend may
live in a small town, but he knows
how to put out paper that, in no
particular can be called diminutive,
and our exchange list is greatly ben
Gifted by the arrival of this weekly
sheet.
One of the features of this publica-
ton is column carrying the caption,
"Do you known" and purports to be
made up of items the writer has jot-
ted down con his cuff" and subse-
quently developed into reading mat
ter-quite good stuff, too. Here's
one of his "Do you know" queries:
That Major Vincent, 80, of the
Snow Hill Messenger, and Mike,
rs of the Queenstown News,
were two oldest editors to attend
the meeting of the Maryland Edi-
tors to put on an advertising
scheme for recruits for Uncle
Sans Navy, last Saturday at the
Hotel Emerson, Baltimore. The
Major started with the Messen-
ger when IL years of age and
Mike started when he was II
years of age. They both remained
at their first love since.
Now, I don't know where my good
friend, Clarence Vincent got his title,
major" from; nor whether mike"
is the name of the editor of the pa
per in question, but note very care
fully that he and Major" Vincent
were the two oldest editors at the
meeting. I just want to call the Ma
jor's attention to the fact that he has
been contending for years that am
older than he is. Here's a man who
has known his history since he was
IL years of age and he says the "Ma-
jor" was the oldest man in that as
sembly.
Further-some-more, mike was sit
ting next to me and just few feet
lower down the table sat the major"
in full view, and Mike had no hesitan-
cy in saying who was the oldest man
at the feast. Some people, you know,
are mighty modest about telling their
age; but, if they don't look out their
age will tell on them, or somebody
else will report the real facts.
So, whenever, the discussion arises
between the major" and myself as
to the number of springs, summers,
autumns and winters that have pass
ed over our heads, Pm going to refer
him to mike" who has known him
since child. And if he has, mike"
must be a little wrong in the math-
ematics of his own age, since he gives
it as 70, maybe he knew the Snow
Hill Messenger man in another exis-
tence. Perhaps he's an exponent of
the philosophy of Wordsworth that
all acquaintance dates back to some
previous forms of life, and we have
all known one another as fish, reptile,
bird, beast, or, maybe, angel:
"Our birth is but sleep and a
forgetting. The soul that rises with
in us, had elsewhere its setting, and
cometh from afar."
But, consider the matter of ages
settled, since I have learned who was
the oldest man at the editorial meet.
"Be sure your sin will find you out"
Se-ah!