Connecticut western news., 1913-06-26
The Wurra Wurra Club.

There was large attendance at the regular meeting, as the members gem erally couldn't think of any other place to go, and it was toe warm to go home. The president, MT. c. Petersburgh Har- denbergh, was among those present, and presided over the deliberations of the session. The Opening Ode was sung, the minutes of the previous meeting read, and the dues, fines and assessments collected in one, two, three order, after which the president declared the Club opened on the business degree, and called for motions, resolutions, petitions or any other business that might regularly come before the meeting. ....
 The fat member got up, stuck his to- bacco cud on the back of the seat ahead of him, and said: "Mister President, I make motion that we git up Univer- sity banket, an I'd app'int committee O six, consistin' O George Vogel an Clint. Roraback, t git it up."
 Hen Ives jumped up. "Mr. President" |" said he, "the proposition of our fat friend is absurd. We can get up a Club ban quet, or any other form of feslivity, but the idea of this organization calling it a University affair is simply ridiculous"
 "Nothin' O th' kind" retorted the fat member. "They had one over t Nor folk t'other night, an they wasn't noth- in absurd nor ridick'lus about it. It was real respec'ble affair, from all I've heard about it. I didn't go, but got 1t all from friend O mine, how th' car riage house, at Stickleses, where they had tn banket, was all lit up with ten thousand red candles, an George some body's big fan-tan band from New York played pieces, inside an out, all tn evenin', an how Mir. Stickles outdone everything they'd ever had there before. Once they had imitation O. tn Mid summer Nights Dream,' that was tn finest ever, but this time they had tn lifelikest imitation of Midsummer Nights Rainstorm that was so reelistick that when they heard it patterin' on th' roof they thought sure it was rainin,' an when they went out, after tn supper was over, they'd a'swore it was. Judge Don Warner toastmastered tn banket, my friend said like a Chesterfield. I don't know Mir. Chesterfield but reckon he's tn inventor O o'toastmasterin'. They 'lected Don president O th' Club fir tn fourth time, in spite O his pertest, an whisperin' he would ne'er consent, he took it, an Bill Perry chuckled. They had couple O tn biggest men in tn world fir toasters-Whitman, tn man thaepulled down tn men higher up in New York scandalism an who's goin' t be tn next mayor O tn big city, if Don is anythin' of weather profit; an Alfred Noise, tn English poet, who recited a cannon boom an sec tn blood run. Noise IS goin' t be tn nex' poet lariat if Don's weather profitcies hold out. Twas a Delmonico supper, an reckon they was hull lot O feeders there that don't live like that ev'ry day, Now"
 Mir. President" broke in MT. Ives, "I make the point of order that the gentle man is not speaking to the question:"
 The chair sustained the point of order, and the fat member sat down, muttering something about czarism in the Club. Ives was inclined to talk back, but the chair put stop to the controversy by suddenly and arbitrarily declaring the meeting adjourned.