Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1942-05-08

reply that the office boy advised me
there was too much copy in type for
the issue and the poorest of it was
much better than anything l could
write; consequently, he ordered me to
leave out my gatherings and give
way for superior stuff. In the face
of such high authority, there was
nothing to do but sink, for the time
being into 'innocuous desuetude."
How-some-ever, ] want to explain |
had one of these delightful "subber'
colds, for which you can't do darn
thing except "cuss." Since | find
my lexicon of profanity simply made
quate to my particular case, ] could
do nothing but grin and bear it. The
grin was no smile, l can assure you,
and while my mental equilibrium was
SO stirred from it's specific gravity,
could not corral such ideas as usual
~ hamper first colum, first page OF
the Pocomoke bladder.
So, by the combination of office boy
intellectual authority and my physical
disability, the Chirps column was non
est on Friday, May the Oneth, and
those who read it simply to laugh at,
had the laugh turned on them. Never
theless, bad pennies will turn up;
chickens will come home to roost; and
fools rush in where angels fear to
tread, therefore, here am once more
to chew the rag.
And I amt chewin' the rag because
of no office boy nor no nasal stop
page, but I'm all hot and bothered
about this sugar proposition. 1t
takes a whole lot of sweetenin' for
some things and for some people.
have several recipes for some mixed
connections which require more than
a spoonful of the graduated tasty
substance.
Take, for instance, glass of iced
tea in the days to come when Old Sol
is doing his best to tell US what seas
on of the year is on hand. Blest if l
don't use more in one week that-a
way than Uncle Sam is going to allow
me in month. And then, you know,
there are other things-sorta on the
side-not exactly put on the menu as
Vitamin A, B, z, or any othe kind
these need a spoonful or two to main
tain their native characteristics. May
be some of you have heard Of a mint
julep or a lemonade, or a low ball
| mean a high ball-and l might go
on ad libitum, ct cetera, infinitum,
and sic semper tyrannis.
Sometimes, l think these prohibi-
ton people had something to do with
the business. And l amt saying
any harm about 'em. l know lot of
teetotalers who teetotal only when
somebody's looking at EN-, and sor-
Ia sympathize with the condition that
makes such lefthanded participation
in the delights of the fruits of the
earth. But, you know sugar has
lot to do with the manufacture of this
Oh! be joyful liquidation. / know my
old grandmother used to make some
thing real good to taste by putting a
lot of peaches into a jar, giving them
a good dose of sugar, burying the
stuff in the ground and telling it to
get to work. And it did; and when
it had finished its job, the only trouble
about the product was that it proved
too alluring and the first thing you
knew, you were under he table, if due
care was not taken as to the size of
your glass.
Again, and some more, these little
woodland hideouts where the savory
mash begins to give some Fremont
tions of coming events,-why very
few merchants will tell you how much
sugar went out their back doors to
add it's vigor to the aromatic product
Of corn, rye, wheat, potatoes, beets,
apples, peaches, dandelions, rhubarb,
elderberry, muscatel, scuppernong,
and numerous other natural products
oozing alcohol when sugar joins the
party.
And now to get little bit of it
you got to sign paper, tell your
name; color of your eyes and that of
your sweetheart's optics; explain why
you're lefthanded; swear you never
told a lie; tell how tall you are; what
size hat you wear and what size it
will be when you're worth a million;
give some idea as to the style you
would like your grave marker to be;
tested as to whether you can spell
your name backward; reveal the size
shoe you wear; say the Declaration
in three minutes; be able to make
long jump of Is feet; high jump of
feet; pole vault at II feet; do
hundred in 8 seconds flat; and be able
to knock Joe Louis out in three or
more rounds.
Noxxy I'd lilo RI kn0Nx what tho