Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1942-11-06
"Chirps'' ~
, from the
Democrats Pen

wen, 0lT, uAu al Soo AoNS -
your tank filled up before last Sat
urday night-the last opportunity be-
fore the ooh! be joyful" ration went
into effect? l didn't, because there
was hardly any left when l hove in
sight
Bv the way, that's a sort of ration
on your exchequer; there seems to be
quite bit of the stimulating liquids
in sight. if not on hand last SADLY
evening, but the stuff went up IN a
balloon, so far as prices are concern
ed, and, to many pocket books, this
saws: "Thus far shalt thou come and
no farther"
Why, bless Peter! when you take
one or two fingers of the prevailing
prices, you're swallowing about four
dimes of Uncle Sans good old legal
tender, and that's pretty tough on the
inside lining of my bill folder. And
if you want to cut down and buy
something less gold plated, then you'll
swallow something not very tender
to the inside lining of your bread bas-
ket. So what is a poor dog to do for
his toddies-do without.
Well, Sir, I visited on Monday last
four of those places where bottles
with pretty labels are displayed-you
know window-shopping at such is
tantalizing pastime, when your IL
nances tell you it's dangerous to en-
ter. I entered, but l want you people
to get this right entered just to see
the havoc wrought by Saturday
nights storm, tempest, and hurricane.
am here to tell you, the shelves look
ed like the limbs of trees as those
frosty days come and go; or like Pol
". the parrot, after his argument
with Mr.. Monk; or like ragged buzz
gard when winters snaws and frozen
sods make foraging difficult; or like
the Hitlerites by the time another
Russian cold season has passed into
history.
Well, all we got to do is cut down
on our trips to the cellarette. We've
got to teach our appetites to behave
themselves. We've got to bide our
time until another victory attends our
arms, and then / think we'd all be
forgiven if we celebrated with a grand
old blowout. How about it?
n
which reads: MISERY loves company"
And 1 believe that old saying has got
something there.
You see, I occasionally say some
thing in this column about dogs; OF
late, l have been real good about it
and have allowed the sleeping dogs
to leland they know how to sleep,
too; the only trouble with them is,
they disagree with mere man as to
the hours best suited to indulge IN
tired Natures sweet restorer. They
sorta reverse the hours, and you know
the rest.
/ started to say something about
misery anu COII1pcAAy' WIZ" w -
neighboring village last Monday a
bout OF or 20 miles from Pocomoke,
and almost the first thing / saw was
a quartet of mans best friends, mean
dering down the middle of the street.
You know, l smiled to myself in
sweet satisfaction. Really, / feel al
most resigned to the nocturnes of the
CANNES along about 1 A. M, under
meath the window of my sleeping
room-or the room that was intend
ed for sleep. was led, in my mind, to
express sympathy with the dog catcher
in my own town, thinking, perhaps,
he may have troubles which the
general public knows not of. l almost
felt a drowsiness creeping over me,
due to loss of sleep the night before,
as realized that I was not alone in
my trials, troubles, and tribulations.
l really believe l slept better Monday
night, just thinking about the banks
in other towns-misery loves COM
pany.
Well, we had an election Tuesday.