100 Years Ago
Headlining the Laurel social column was this marital tidbit:
"Mrs. Marie Martin, wife of Mr. Roger Martin, who disappeared from her home over ten days ago, has returned to her home, she having been located in Philadelphia, where she had stopped with her brother-in-law and later going to the home of her parents.
It is stated that Mrs. Martin left her home on account of her husband going skating, which she had forbidden. The husband upon his return finding his wife of only a few months wedlock gone, became very excited and telephoned to Baltimore, Washington and Philadelphia asking the police to aid him in his search for his wife.
Mr. Martin is employed in the bakery of the Government Hospital for the Insane, at Washington, Martin is the son of Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Martin of Laurel."
Those skating husbands! They're the scourge of civilization. It must have been a horrible trauma for Marie and enough to make any wife run away.
You have to wonder how old this couple was, 17 or 18, tops?
Though, SWP, Skating Without Permission, probably wasn't a one-time event. Perhaps Mr. Martin was a serial skater, a syndrome for which, back then, they had no support group. But now, there probably is one, somewhere out there.
75 Years Ago
"State Roads To Use Machine Designed To Paint Highways: New device will mark thirty miles of road each day - center lines seen as boon to driving safety, particularly in heavy fog.
"A line-painting machine, capable of marking around thirty miles of highway per day, has been placed in service by the State Roads Commission. The machine was designed and constructed in the Southern Avenue shops of the commission in Baltimore.
"First tests of the new device in Southern Maryland have been highly satisfactory, according to State roads engineers. Replacing a laborious and expensive hand operation of the painting of the center-lines, it is expected that it will prove a boon to motorists on highways all over the State. Because of the narrowness and crookedness of any of the State's main arteries, they are difficult to follow at night, particularly in fog, without center-lines."
The article goes on to describe the paint tanks and paint pump will be mounted on a small truck.
The state roads commissioned stated: "Besides eliminating a slow and dangerous operation of hand painting the lines, the machine multiplies the lineage many times."
Really? Hand-painting highway lines, are they kidding? Even for the 1930s, this seems primitive. Although I'm sure that practice provided a fair amount of jobs. As they say today: "If you get a job working on the Beltway, you've got a job for life," so then it probably was: "If you get a job painting the lines on the roads ... ," that is until the advent of this new line painting machine, when the number of available line-artists' jobs were no doubt cut down considerably.
50 Years Ago
In the "What's Doing" section of the Times:
Mother's March: "Tuesday evening Mrs. Charles Leonard, leader of the Mothers March in Mt. Hebron, entertained the workers in her group at a dessert bridge. Mrs. Arthur MacFadden, Mrs. Bernard Ennis and Mrs. Charles Eklof comprised the successful quartet.
The same evening Mrs. William Beggs, who headed the drive in Wilton Acres, treated her equally successful workers to southern pecan pie and coffee."
As long as you're not allergic to them, protein packed pecans are good for you. The United States produces most of the world's pecans. Nice to know we have something others want. Perhaps to help the trade imbalance we should be promoting this product more, maybe with ads exclaiming, "Eat more pecans." Or, we could send small pecan pie samples over our borders in an effort to get foreign nations hooked on our pecans swimming in corn syrup above a mouth-watering flakey crust.