Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1941-03-28
"Chirps'' ~
from the
Democrats Pen

pie would tell me WnaI the WIZ
"stvmied" means - "s-t-y-m-l-e-d
that's the way she's spelled. I'm anx'
ious to know, because a certain III
tie sheet, published sorta ION tn'
side". in it's latest edition, applied
that term to Chirps and I don't know
whether shall challenge it to NOR
tai combat or not. Nobody likes to
be called bad names.
Just as I had written that last SEN
tence, an old friend of mine came IN
and I said
"Bill, what does 'stymied' mean!''
81 don't know" Bill says, ut starts
out like it refers in some way or other
to hog pens, but the way it winds up
sort of intrigues me. Have you look
ed in the dictionary for it?"
"No, I haven't, but, since you men,
ioned it, it wouldn't be bad idea.
So, / hunt around in the word book
under the letter IS" until 1 tree the
eritter, and was so long reading the
definition that Bill asks
""Have you found it'll"
"Sho' have" I replied.
"Well, what does Uncle Noah have
to say about it,"
"He has plenty" said, "but it
doesn't mean much to me-"
"Why?" Bill came back.
Because it seems to have refer
ence to the game of golf, and what l
know about that game wouldn't be
crowded if it had to take up its head
quarters in thimble?"
"Do you know who wrote the ar
ticle that has stirred up all this COM
notion" queried my friend.
eyes, I do"
"Is he a golf player?"
Well, he thinks he is. He went out
the other day and scored something
around 100 and came in Dragging to
enc of his friends, who said:-
"That's fine, I think you are COM
ing fast"
EYES," said the golf enthusiast, Il
made the first hole in 115 and am
going out tomorrow to see what I'll
do the second one in"
"Well," Bill said, 81 think he's 60
ing instead of coming, and he'll soon
be out of sight, if he doesn't pull
up. But how about this word, 'sty-
mied?"
"As far as / can figger it out, it
means that one golf ball gets in front
of another and thereby prevents an
easy putt for the. cup, and now
think l begin to start to commence
to solve the problem. The writer Of
the item in question told story or
himself in the publication mentioned
and thereby thought he would pre-.
vent my taking a shot at it in this
column. But, you know, I've hearG
of golf player who can so hit his
ball as to make it jump over the one
IN front and roll nicely in the cup
So, he didn't squelch me by his 'sty'
mie' thing, Pm good jumper"
"Well," said Bill, "you may sex
some meaning to all this, but I'm not
I'm still in the dark, splanify your.
SELF"
"Well, this golf player was riding
home, one night last week, in his
brand new car. Everybody but hin
could see that the juice was getting
h,,% hn bod %ho% xxy01r11 nrr
from New York to San Francisco OF
q quart of gas, so why worry youl
mind. The poor thing did it's best tt
warn it's owner not to pass the mex
filling station, but nothing doing. The
result was that she came to spot il
the road where she thought it wa:
best to stop, and, with a sigh, SHE
came to a standstill, not 200 yard:
from filling station. I'll give hel
credit for lot of consideration.
"But even then, you couldn't per
suade our 'stymied' friend that there
was no juice in the tank. He showed
rs what the guage revealed on the
dash. He pumped that throttle anC
he spun that starter-all to no good
Finally another occupant got out anc
hoofed it to the station. 'Twasn'
long before a good Samaritan came
with the gas and gave the poor ma
chine a good drink"
But, 1 can't understand" said oul
friend, "this guage shows there was
gas"
"What guage?" asked the filling
station man.
"This one" and our friend pointed
"That's not the gas gauge, that's
the; heat guage you've been looking
at" said the man.
And, sho' huff it was. Then he