Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1942-03-13
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Well, Sir, you know we-and when
/ say "we," l don't mean you folks
we give these post office guys Hail
Columbia once in a while. We are ex-
pecting Letter, and they won't bring
IT to us as quickly as we think they
should. We order merchandise, and
it sometimes goes all the way round
the north pole before it gets here. We
find the mail of all the folks in our
vicinity thrown into our box, and vice
versa-that is, our mail takes up
room in somebody else's two by four
eubicle. And l don't know what else,
but there's plenty.
How-some-ever, you got to hand 1t
to 'em, they come across sometimes
in great shape and you just wonder
how they do it. AS an instance / re-
ceived a letter last week with this
ao-called direction on the outside Of
the envelope:
The State News Editor
Woster Democrat,
Woster, Maryland.
suppose the word Maryland"
was the key word in that wonderful
attempt at superscription. Otherwise
Just don't know how the initial post
master knew whether to start it on
its ways to Alaskan chimes, to the
PHILIPPINES, to Ipdia's coral strand, to
Cape Horn, to Patagonia, to Califor-
MAS Golden Gate, to British Colon
bia; across the western continent, or
to the South Sea Islands.
But it got to Pocomoke City all
the same, and right side up with care.
Now, it might be that the Democrat"
was the favorite paper of somebody
who knew just where it was publish
ed and what sort or reading matter it
contained. The letter reached here
with, "Try Pocomoke City," written
below the enigmatic wooster" SYM
boil, and Pocomoke was the destina-
ton. You people may have read the
item that was type written on the
sheet inside the envelope. It was con-
corning the promotion of Stockton
boy who had answered the call of his
country for service and, apparently,
was giving a good account of himself.
He wanted the people in "Woster" to
know about it.
There may be just another explana-
ton: The letter went to a little vii
lage up in Kent County by the names
of Worton. 1t may be that the post
master in that burg knew something
about a man who has spent 35 years
of his life in that section, and may
have known he was in the newspaper
business in "Pocomoke City-hence,
"Try Pocomoke City"
Anyhow the post office department
is responsible for the letters reach
ing it's proper destination, and l reck-
on when l feel disposed to cuss the
officials out again, I'll just manufac-
ture slogan and paste in my hat:
Remember the Woster," or some
thing like that, similar to ,"Remem-
Der the Maine" or Remember Pearl
Harbor"- although those two would
make a man cuss, rather than make
aim count ten before he does.
Everybody makes mistakes, how
ever; we wouldn't be human if we
didn't. l made big mistake week
or so ago when I didn't lift my foot
high enough to escape a curb, and
landed on the inside of the pavement
with my head trying the resisting
BOWER of a show windows base. /
think that curb must have been just
little higher than usual. 1t reminds
me of that story about that young
fellow who took his girl out riding in
one of those Austin cars.
He drew up on the side of the
street, and his girl asked:
what large building is this, |
can't see the top of it,"
Chats no building" the young
fellow replied" that's the curb
stone"
I think that curbstone l struck
must have been, at least, as high as
the Austin car. 1 felt like 1 was fall
ing from the Eiffel Tower, Washing
tons Monument, or Pixies Peak.
Next time, Pm going to Watch my
step"
And, just by way of closing, this is
a time when everybody should watch
his step. This country is faced with
a big proposition; it's costing big
money; it's costing big loss Of life