(Alton Evening Telegraph- Alton, Illinois)
HAPPY TANGIER ISLAND
A CHESAPEAKE COLONY WHERE POVERTY AND CRIME ARE UNKNOWN
The Tangier Islander is in an almost ideal position to get the most in a simple material way out of life. He draws his living from the sea, and the shore affords him only an occasional standing room and a place to sleep. So precious is the small available land than an acre high and dry is worth $2,000. Taxes are light, for although the islanders maintain good schools and have a large and comfortable schoolhouse, they have few of the ordinary civil expenses. Crime is almost unknown, there are no paupers, and in effect there are no roads or streets to maintain, for there are no horses on the island, and few wheeled vehicles save wheelbarrows.
The islanders are regular and faithful attendants at church, and liberal givers to religious objects. They have one costly church with an organ that would be regarded as notable in a much larger community. Profanity is punished by fines administered by justices of the peace, and it is a favorite joke that those who do not dare to relieve their minds by hard words on the island, go out to the wharf to do their swearing. The Tangier Islander in fact is a well conducted person at home, though it is said that the temptations of Crisfield sometimes proves too much for him.
Tangier has shops of its own, which minister to the needs of the community, but the inhabitants do not suffer from the high prices usual in isolated places for the trusty bugeye enables the Tangiersmen to defy the extorsions of local shopkeepers. If prices are high at home he soon discovers the fact and sails away in his bugeye to Crisfield or Onancock to make purchases. As not only the men, but even the women and children of Tangier can manage a bugeye in half a gale of wind, the mere fact that the husbands and fathers are busy fishing does not cut off a family from from the benefits of more distant markets. A Tangier woman will leap into her bugeye and sail away fifteen or twenty miles across the sound to the mainland just as a farmer's wife will drive to town for goods. Then, too, four or five times a week the steamers going to and from Baltimore touch at the island wharf (farther out from the island in deeper water and reached by bugeye), and fetch whatever the local shopkeepers or those of the neighboring mainland do not afford. - New York Times.
(The Salisbury Times)
Pocomoke Girl, 16, Is Crowned Miss Delmarva (Poultry Princess)
Declaring she really likes chicken, Terri Lynn Butler, 16, was crowned Delmarva Poultry Princess Friday at the 27th annual Delmarva Chicken Festival in Seaford.
Miss Butler, who is from Pocomoke City, and holds the Miss Pocomoke City title, said she really enjoys chicken, "barbecued or fried, it doesn't make any difference to me."
The 5-foot 1, 112 pound, princess performed a vocal medley from Cinderella during the talent portion of the contest. She told judges she wants to be an elementary school teacher.
She received a $1,000 scholarship, a $300 wardrobe, and a $500 college scholarship. She wore a pale blue dotted Swiss gown with a white lace band at the waistline.
She was crowned by Sue Anne Rogers, 1973 Delmarva Poultry Princess. She was also presented with a trophy, flowers, robe and ribbon.
Miss Pocomoke City was sponsored by the Junior Women's Club of Pocomoke City. She plans to become a history teacher. Her hobbies include roller skating, swimming, tennis, piano, and cheerleading.
(Trenton Times- Trenton, N.J.)
CLEVELAND GOING SOUTH
Will Visit John S. Wise's Game Preserve Near Pocomoke City
Dover, Del,. Nov 8.- Probably the most conspicuous hunter who will visit ths peninsula in search of the partridge, plover, and ruffled grouse this season will be former President Cleveland who will go down to Kleptopeak, just below Pocomoke City, early next week to be the guest of Hon. John S. Wise on his game preserve there.
ACROSS THE USA
(The Racine Daily Journal- Racine, Wis.)
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