Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1942-12-18
"Chirps'' ~
from the
Democrats Pen

Well, Sir, went out Tuesday even
ing last to see (and hear) that picture
which has received wide notice and
most favorable comment-Mrs. Min
iyer. I believe they call it. | liked 1t
very much, too. If anybody can view
those films, and still say the war is
a myth; or that there is no reason for
us, so far away, to be disturbed about,
it. then he needs something to open
his eyes.
And I reckon there was nothing
overdrawn about it. Those mechanic
ed birds of the air have thrown death
and destruction over many city OF
Europe. Hospitals, homes, churches,
manufacturing plants, mercantile
houses, public buildings - all have
been shattered into bits, until it SEEM
ed human nature must break under
the strain.
But the British are made of stern
er stuff. They are not accustomed to
surrender; they value their liberties
too highly to pass them over to peo-
pie who know nothing of a free land
and free institutions. Their dear ones
died under the showers of metal rain;
their homes were splintered with
bursting shells; their churches were
unroofed: their merchant ships sent
to the bottom; the whole regime OF
their lives revised-but under suffer
ing they grew strong; they fought
grim death till help came with the AL
lies; and, today, the destroyers of ma
tional peace and quiet may rue the
day they began their reign of terror
over the continental world.
Americans should breathe prayer
of thanksgiving that their devoted
country has been saved from ravages,
such as depicted in Mrs. Miniver. The
BOYS in khaki are now on foreign
shores, giving their lives to save those
at home from Observation-Disclosures
horrors. 1t should be useless to plead
with the stay-at-homes to be the sol
diers they should be, and go to the
limit to bring back victorious peace.
However, if it were not for the hum
orous side of life, there would be many
failure, many a gruesome age, many
a miserable hour. Men in the trench
es crack jokes; sufferers living IN
makeshift homes, turn poverty to-
wealth by smiles; troubles take wings
when met with merriment; and he
who can adopt laughter instead OF
tears when faced with doubt and woe,
are indeed blessed of the Almighty.
So, at the picture, on Tuesday even
ing, was sitting in the chair next to
a lady, we'll known in this city. 1t
was at a scene in the picture where
the planes were roaring, cracking, and
screaming; the crash of timbers an
nounced the tumbling buildings;
smoke and flame from burning air
ships were in ghostly evidence; fire
sirens were signaling the site of con-
flagrations; underground projections
were being penetrated-all the hor-
rors of the raging conflict seemed to
show their faces simultaneously.
In the midst of all this, something
-Bang!-down in the front of the
lady next to me.
~Ohi What was that?" she said,
involuntarily turning in my direc-
ton.
What was what2@ / inquired
Something dropped down on my
foot; do you think it was -?
"No'm," 1 interrupted, 81 don't
think it was a pencil bomb, an in
cendiary bomb, or anything like that.
We may have some saboteurs inside
here, but don't think anything came
through the roof just then, nor did I
see any sort of missile come over our
heads. The people in front of us mere
children, and they and those behind
us are too close to the thing-what-
ever it is-to want to endanger their
own head pieces
"There it is" interrupted the lady
in question, ct got my foot on it, and
I'm going to hold it till the cows
come home or till help comes. Do
you really think it's like any of those
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