Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1942-09-25

''Chiirps
from the
Democrat S Pen

going to do with the Mayor ana ClUy
Council if they don't pick up this old
dump heap down on Bridge Street
and throw it into the Pocomoke River.
However, 1 don't suppose it is any
use to complain about it. Registering
a protest would do about as much
good as as recount would benefit Mr..
L. A. Andrus, who ran in the pri-
maries lately for Congress. You-all
know about that.
But this dump heap! | don't know
whether it was set afire or whether
it became ignited through spontan-
eous combustion. The sun was hot
enough to get busy on the thing and
set it a-goin' if there happened to be
a bit of glass lying around to serve
as a lens. I wonder if any of you
folks, living on the southern limits
of this burg got whiff of the burn
ing pile or tried to breathe through
the smoke that came waiting so gent
" from the banks of the beautiful
Pocomoke If you didn't, I'd like to-
know what 1 could beg, borrow, rent,
or steal a lodging-place for during
the season this volcano is active,
throwing out fire, ashes, and some
thing worse than lava smoke that
cures us almost as we'll as if we
were hams hung up in a smoke house
Honestly, I believe if you'd cut a
slice out of my right leg, it would
equal Esskay's best; or be as good as
Smithfield ever dared to be, and Pm
not encouraging cannibalistic ideas
either.
You see, if there had been any way
of eliminating the odor, one might
imagine one walking down the streets
of old London. But it was London
fog, with all the aromatic accompani-
ment of Chicago abattoir thrown in
free, gratis, and for no cost at all.
The wind seemed to take delight in
blowing the smoke and perfume to-
ward the town. For days we lived
in the midst of forest fire, hog Kill
lin, or a prairie fire. 1t was de-
licious, or else not, while it lasted.
I'm certainly hoping it will declare
time out for the duration.
But, l am ready to acknowledge
that our governing municipal body
has quite a few problems of which
the solution is another problem. Per-
haps you've seen some mention in
this column about dogs. l have TAX
en- the opportunity of mentioning them
occasionally. That's one of the I'M
solved problems. Then there's the
Saturday night problem; at which
time the street lights are almost OBJ
scured by the black cloud that rolls
over the streets Really it would
seem better if we could have two Sat-
urday nights-one, when the dark
ness was not quite so visible, and
one when the permanent settlers
could have chance to pilot their way
on the sidewalks without molestation.
However, Pm not trying to solve the
problem.
Then, there's the parking problem.
/ think I solved that some time ago.
You may remember l said the side
walks were taking care of some OF
the Rolls Royces, these occupying a
bout 9-tenths of the pedestrians right
of way. The driveways into private
homes were either occupied or clos
ed by trucks, buses and passenger
cars. Actually in front of my house,
the street looked at times like Bos-
ton Commons after summer Sunday
picnic. Seems to me, with back
yards thrown in, the parking situa-
ton is rather well taken care of.
Now, l don't know whether / want
to run either for Mayor or Council
man. And yet some people do, and
who knows what ambitions may be-
set me. If l do, and somebody COM
nences to tell me things, Pm going
to take up my old habit of cussin'.
/ used to be right adept at Satanical
emphasis, but / laid that aside and
substituted o'clock ad mans toddy.
If the Mayor wants to bust me in the
snoot, I'll ask him to come around
and join me first.