Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1941-05-09
''Chirps'' ~
from the
Democrats Pen

Well, Sir, maybe some of you peo-
pie have heard that story about the
cowboy of the wild and woolly West
He was Dragging to "Down-East-
er" about his daughter. This girl
always went out with him to drive
the cattle up, and thought nothing OF
leaping on the back of wild steer
and riding it home.
The man from Boston was not to
be out-done, so he told of what ar
excellent swimmer his daughter was
He boosted that she thought nothing
of swimming out into the ocean
jumping on the back of big cod
fish, and riding it back to shore.
Now, that's not all that story.
just told that much of it to let you
people know the Boston girl has moth
ing on this good old Delmarva PENN
sula, when it comes to riding fishes
bareback. Here's what comes to us
from an exchange:
Black drum were so thick at
High Shoal Marsh, near Hog Is
land, Monday that Otto Phillips,
with boat hooks, landed an 81h
pound specimen.
At the same time, Vincent
Phillips jumps overheard on top
of a drum with clam pick, but
couldn't hold it. Similar exper-
fences were reported by other in
the party, and stories like this
are likely to send local fishermen
"a scooting" to the Shore-and
no wonder.
How's that for a fish story? !
think that beats the New England
yarn. This southern gentleman
tackled a fighting denizen of the
seas; a specimen of the piscatorial
family which resented being turned
into a sea horse, and that, especially,
by a fisherman who does not always
appear in evening clothes.
Now if he had been one of the
"Sirens" mythology tells US about
who had tackled the drum in the
story, that fish's heart would have
beaten with ecstacy because of the
delight to play horsey with her.
That's how Goldfish felt about the
Boston maid. She, then, must lay
her success in bare back riding to her
feminine attractions. The Eastern
Shoreman failed because of the op-
posite. But he should get an awful
lot Of credit for trying.
Speaking of fish, I saw in one of
the copies of metropolitan news
paper a recipe for making fish cakes.
Now, I am no cook nor the son of a
chef, but all the fish cakes I ever
ate, were made of Goldfish, and when
they are made right, it provides a
dish nobody has right to turn up
his nose at. I don't know that can
say so much for the fish before it
gets into the cake.
Now, this recipe is called, in the
newspaper item "Curried Fish
Cakes. 1 was wondering whether
the word, "curried", had anything to
do with that Goldfish the Yankee girl
turned into a horse. However, the
horse is so closely related to many
another institution included in the
idea of vanishing America, I hard
ly remember all the phraseology nee.
essary for equine conversation or that
the stable-boy would understand. ]
do recall, tho, that horse used to
be "curried"; now it's fish cakes
"curried."
But here's the recipe:
l cup mashed seasoned potatoes.
1 cup cooked fish
1 teaspoon chopped parsley
1 egg, beaten
2 tablespoons chill sauce
1 teaspoon curry powder
1-8 teaspoon salt
1-8 teaspoon paprika
tablespoons flour
tablespoons fat
Mix potatoes, fish seasonings
and egg. Shape into cakes 1-2
inch thick. Sprinkle with flour
and brown in fat heated in fry
ing pan. Add lid and cook 10
minutes over low heat. Serve
with egg sauce.
Now, I'm asking you, how does
that sound to you. If you ask me,
it's my opinion the fish has sort OF
lost it's identity in the multiplicity of
ingredients, and I'd like to know how
one could figure out one was eating
fish. The connection could be called
by any other name and taste the
same. According to the above, ]
wouldn't know whether I was eating
fish or chop suey. Pm man of SIM
pie tastes; that recipe is simply a
camouflage for a fish cake. These
So-ca11ad domestic science exnerts dn