Connecticut western news., 1916-08-17
The Wurra Wurra Club

IHo nOur TOT beginning had came. It was still, clam night Not leaf stirred. Above, the stars twinkled, as follows, to wit: Twinkle, twinkle, little star; how wonder" etc. and so forth. But it was no use. It hardly ever does, frequently, although of course there are times when. For ex- ample, the meeting was called to order by the president, Mir. Walter King Stone, who had just come back, where upon the roll was called, which re. vealed the true situation with regard to the attendance, and Mir. Harry Waller read the shameful minutes of the last meeting without a blush, after which the Opening Ode was sung by the three clergymen-Revs. Gillette, Travis and Crichton-as a symphony or fugue tune, with grace. notes in the upper register without after. beats. They were accompanied by Judge Whittlesey on his sang froid. After which what followed came next.
 Mir. Robert Democratic Peirce got up and offered motion that the Club members, with their wives and fami. lies, attend the Business Mems outing in a body, as guaranty of good faith.
 The fat member hoisted himself part way up and said, "If don't go in a body I'll try t' be there in sperrit, but don't expec' t have all my hay in b. that time, an b'sides. it's goin' t' cost a dollar head fir tn clambake dinner, an these is hard times, an my birthday comes jest week after th' outin', so ye see it's more'n likely may have t' send regrets. 1"
 Suppose the dinner wasn't going to cost anything asked MT. Lew Rhoades, senior partner of the we'll. known corporation of Lew Rhoades. "Could you manage to get away then ?''
 'Wa'al, under them circumstances l might hurry up tn hayin' an delay tn birthday" replied the fat member.
 ''I thought so," said Mir. Rhoades, who made no further comment. where. at the fat member looked sort O. pug. zled, though he uttered not word.
 The motion was seconded by Charles Dutcher, and unanimously passed, the fat member not voting
 "Mr. President, ," said Fred Parme. lee, jumping up, Tt strikes me that while the Club is going here and there in body, it would be a fine thing for the organization, in body, to march march up to the Town Hall and have weed. pulling bee and sort of cleanup and tix.up around there. The Town Hall grounds are all grown up to rank weeds, and some of the broken window lights are replaced with pieces of bent and battered tin, and the whole shebang looks like an abandoned barn. Its appearance and surroundings cer- tainly don't square up to all our brags about being progressive and up to.date, and it doesn't correspond with our claim of civic pride and all that sort of thing. I'd like to join in with the rest of the members and put our one public building, and the grounds around it, into condition that wouldn't reflect discredit upon our sense of civic deceney Judge Whit tlesey has been public spirited enough to chop pathway through the weeds, so his customers can find their way to the probate office: but he can't do it all. Now whose business is it to har- vest the weeds and restore the build, ing? Is 1t the town, or is it the fire district, or is it Charlin Chaplin, or who is it that's responsible? pause for reply"
 Judge Ford arose and stood up on his feet. MT. President" !" said l@, 'I hold in my hand copy of the SShtntes of the State of Connecticut, from which I will oblige by reading few selections bearing upon the subject at issue, namely" r.e ....
 ''I have the honor at this time to move you, sir, that we do now ad- journ," said Mayor Roraback, in a calm, unruffied voice. His motion was unanimously seconded, and that's all there was to it. s