Connecticut western news., 1914-08-20
The Wurra Wurra Club

The silence of the summer night was broken only by the soft murmur of mild west wind. Not real clustering gale, such us the small boy uses to fly his kite with, but just smooth, even, sustained blow, with not much force to it. And yet, it may have come long dlstance-who knows? Who knows where the winds co ne from, any way Or what they come for? Or where they ] go when they get through blowing Are they necessary? Are they run according to intt rstate commerce commission regulations? These are questions which evely school boy ought to know; but he doesn't, because nobody is able to tell him. That's a good reason. But to return to the original propositior-The soft murmur of mild east wind was the only thing that broke the silence of the. summer night. (Notice that the wind has changed since this thing started These sudden changes are what raise the dickens with the weather.) In meteorology, as ill politics and love, the unexpected, which may always be de- pended upon, (unless as it frequently happens sometlmes,) and even then, without a sufficient reason to act other wise, it is accounted for on the theory that whenever the atmosphere is agitated by what we call, in other words, or what means the same thing, approximately. Bat it was not so with the president, MT. Albert A. Hubbard, when he called the meeting to order. He first instructed the secretary to call the roll, after which Bob" Shaver read the minutes of the previous meeting, and Artist Sleighter sang the Opening Ode on the installment plan, accom- panied by Al. Hugins on his bellows. This ended the opening overture, and then the regular business was iken up.
 MT. George Hardenbergh goj up and offered motion that C nm ttee be appointed to arrange for Field Day and Sheep Roast of the Club, at some convenient point, similar to the big affair at Bridgeport.
 What for [" asked Horace Humphrey interTupting. "The Bridgeport affair had a specific object-to awaken interest in politics. We are not in need of any such awakening We get out the full membership at every meet ing, and what more can we ask? I'm agianst the motion"
 My purpose in offering the motion," said MT. Hardenbergh, when he was allowed to proceed, "is to give our members an opportunity to enjoy wholesome outing. The motion is without any ulterior motive. Ger tainly there is no politics in it. The idea is, the members of the Club have been so assiduous in their attendance at the meetings that they deserve little relaxation. We have wrestled with many knotty problems, and had some hard struggles to determine and settle the various matters of local concern, and"
 "I don't know nothin' about no naughty problums," said the fat mem- Der, putting in, ''but my understandin' about sheep roasts is, that ye've got t have coupled United States Senators and bunch O congressman all guy 'nors an things, t make it go; an then there's tn brass bands, an drum corpses, an automobiles, am sich. It's big thing t tackle"
 "Be we going to have root beer ?" asked MT. Seneca B. Strong. The question remained unanswered, and as nobody seconded the motion the whole matter was laid on the table.
 The fat member got the floor again. Mister Pres dent" said he, "It strikes me that we ort t take some action on tn high cost O Twin high. This Club ort t give President Wilson t understand that"
 1.-The gentleman is out of order, exclaimed Mayor Clint Roraback, rising to point of order. The chair ad- monished the fat member that he must abstain from politics. "Wa'al, then," pursued the fat member, "everything's gone up, in America becoz there's war in Italy. It ain't right, an we ort t kick"
 "Does the gentleman offer that as a motion ?" inquired the chiar.
 "Of course not" replied the fat member "I offer it as a thing t open steamed clans with, at that sheep roast that we hain't goin' to have"
 The chair asked if anybody had any sane motion or resolution to offer.
 MT. Strong stood up. "Llr. Presi- dent,'' said he, in an impressive tone, "I'm going home" And he went, followed by the crowd.
 An Aristocratic Cold.