Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1941-04-04
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from the
Democrats Pen

Well, Sir, it certainly does pay to
advertise. A week or so ago, Mr..
Letcher Colona, brought to the
democrats" office, hen egg that
was a whopper. 1 weighed it and
measured it, and all the time run
ming over in my mind how nice 1t
would look on my plate, boiled, baked,
broiled, stewed, scrambled, or cooked
IN any other way-it was meal in
itself.
I thought that egg was the last
word in hen fruit, and it looked as
If it might have been the last of the
hen after she showed off in that big
style. But Mr.. Colona said she was
continuing the business in the same
location, and she was strutting a
iround cackling over the small ones
las we'll as the big ones.
Now, Mr.. Colonna thought whole
lot of that egg. He said he wouldn't
take a 5-dollar William for it; that
he was going to show it to some OF
his fellow-agriculturists and make
them look silly when they began to
talk bird products. Well, anybody
who knows anything about a country
newspaper knows the editor and own
Ter can't pay SIS for breakfast. So,
Il had to see him depart with tears
in my eyes.
/; But almost everything has it's COM
pensation. Next week here comes
Mr.. Joe Landlord, of Beaver Dam,
with a specimen of egg which made
Mr. Colonna's hen come down lit
tie in her clucking. If anything, this
egg was little longer, little broad
er, and a little thicker than Exhibit
Az, and it looked as promising for
a platter as the first one.
Now, Mr.. Landlord must have, by
some subconscious operation, known
what was passing in my mind, so
when ! asked:
"What are you going to do with
your egg, Mr.. Lankford?"
Nothing at ALL" was the reply,
"you can have it if you want it."
Oh! boy, that's what call man.
/ took my egg home, cooked it in my
favorite style, and it was just as
good as it had promised to be.
Well, I couldn't help but say some
thing about this in this column. My
material about dogs has about run
out since they have learned about
that fence 1 built across the rear of
nay dwelling house lot. So, wrote
about those eggs, and l didn't forget
to say I liked Mr.. Landlords speci-
men better than / did that of Mr..
Colonna, for the reason that its final
destination was on my table-that IS,
II you overlook it's passage down my
aesophagus, or something like that.
Well, Sir, that brought the answer.
The next thing, know, here came
Nr. Colonna with Nine, great big
eggs, any one of which was all any
decent man ought to eat; and what's
more, he said that could have 'em,
and he would testify they were "all
eggs, and none better. Further
sOme-more, there was, by way of con-
trast, a little, teeny, weensy, thing
among 'em about the size of the Tag
gie" 1 used to shoot with, in my
narble-playing days. l suppose the
hen laid that one just to show her
versatility, or her finality for the
season. .-,
So, you see, what 1 got by advertis-
ing; and, Pm here to tell you, it was
NO small return I got, either. Those
eggs are scrumptious, and I'm en-
jOying 'em yet. 1 was almost per-
suaded not to eat 'em; they really
looked as if they should be kept on
exhibition-and maybe they would
draw some more, who can tell.
! I really did get sort of idea from
all this. If talking and writing about
! those eggs brought such happy re-
suits, maybe if 1 should talk about
some other things, they might come
my way. What I refer to is, some
Of those small accounts that don't
mean so much when considered sep
arately; but Gin union there is
strength" The cash for those would
look about as inviting in my safe as
those egg did on my plate. So some
Of you people come a-runnin', if you
love me.