Connecticut western news., 1915-01-07
]. HENRY AT HOME
Chairman of Republican State Com
 mittee Written Up by Interviewer.

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 mittee Written Up by Interviewer.
 J. Henry Roraback, chairman of the reput lican state committee, had visit, at his home, from Cloe Arnold, the winsome interviewer of notabilities for the Bridgeport Herald, a few days ago, and the r'sult appeared in last Sundays issue, with a life-like portrait of !. Henry and picture of the Roraback home" on Granite avenue. From tho article we clip few paragraphs:
 Roraback's "Green Room" is Ca naan. He had repaired thither after his late success, in which he figured as chairman of the State Republican Gen. tral Committee.
 From the station in his town, you toll up the hill. At any place you in- quire, they tell you that anybody knows where Roraback lives" Which shows first of that the Chairman has what 90 many lament, community life.
 At the brow of this hill the town hall stands like a chocolate cake in which the cook forgot the beking pow der, or whatever makes them raise.
 The shades are drawn, and it does not look as if the townspeople spent a great deal of their time oontending for municipal honors in the shape of offices. Though of course they may.
 Up from that building to your left and about two or so squares over tho bill and down another, you could sight the Roraback abode if sighting such A place were your object in Canaan.
 The house is low and cozy' appearing even from the outside. 1t is of no par ticular period, as far as one knowR But is of bungalow style, all brown shingles on the outside.
 That day the front steps were gay with cedars which various members of the household had placed there in the morning. You can see through the curtains view that encourages closer exploration
 MT. Roraback, himself, came to an- swer the door. He is one of the finest living examples of Aristotle's belief that man is political animal. It is not the present intention to i'm dite a panegyric to anybody at all; but this Chairman is so vital personality that you could not help being interested to see him. In fact it is refreshing sight to meet anybody, who is con- scious that the world is full of work to be done. And let them talk to you about it.
 As to personal appearance, he would resemble Polyphenus, which tho ancient poet writes about, if he had but one eye. Which is to say he must be in the neighborhood of six feet tall, and gives you the impression of being somebody right away. For like as not the old poets character was no more than that. And that he stuck to milk diet about as much as Roraback does.
 Mrs. Roraback was not there just then: but you could have told that she was not far away. For, in the lan- guage of the advertisement, you can tell on a first glance whether or not there is little wife in the home. A home is never 90 honey without one.
 Before last election, and after, Rora- back was conceded some talent in mak- ing predictions. He gave out figures just as Uncle Horace Johnson would | for the weather. And was right.
 For those who thought he spoke off, hand, just as they mistakenly think poets and writers turn of great thoughts at random, MT. Roraback modestly remarked that he based his figures entirely upon the election of twenty years ago. Therein, he said, the recent conditions were very similar.
 He had already selected a cigar from the about a dozen boxes that stood on the library table. They were Christ mus presents, he said with a great ap- pearance of truth, that they were all excellent
 He sat in one of the several big com fortable chairs in the room, and talked about how he liked the country. And how it was he always hoped to get home by the weekend, and as lunch sooner as he could.
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