The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-03-16

sway for thirty years-from 1865 to 1895.
 I was completed, there was general in i terest in the new safety deposit vault | installed under the direction of Mir
 shelton, the president at that time. He took considerable pleasure in de-
 monstrating to visitors and depositors 1 the many virtues of this strong box
 for it's absolute safety against fire or 1 theft. Now, alas, that wonderful
 The old Connecticut bank is no more ] lit has been absrobed by Walter B.
 Lashar and Sumner simpson and
 tucked under the wings of Charles c. 1 of whom understand that Limited we stand; divided we faIl.'' One smash | ing big bank is better than bushel | of little banklets, so they think, and
 the last two master minds above mentioned are ably assisted by First l Vice President Louis B. Powe, Vice
 President F. W. Wren. Cashier Rob i ert A. Beers, an army of clerks and a | galaxy of charming accountants All this grandeur of sky-scraper
 office building and monster bank | Captain Josiah Fayerweather where 1 he enjoyed in his day a well with a sweep and an old oaken bucket, his
 house and 8 small barn where he It may be of interest to all those who once had occasion to use the safety deposit boxes in the old Con- l necticut bank to know where that grand old safe has settled down for | further concea1ment Of non-taxable bonds and stocks. This safe with a past has been installed. in the new building now in process of construc- ton for the Orange Bank and Trust company on Main street, West Ha- ven. Right across the way is the
 ton, and off at one side is the Con gregational church.. The safe is safe!
 Do you remember when the good fair in the old St. Johns church building after it had been abandon ed for religious purposes and the de- mercantile enterprises?
 This particular fair was one of the 1 most savory affairs ever enjoyed by any of the patrons of St. Johns
 church festivities either before or
 since. The entertainment had a
 weeks run. The various articles de virtu adorning the tables and booths were assembled on a Monday The piece de resistance was a mammoth pie presented by Elisha
 Hubbell. Between the. crusts were well advertised. This Brobdignagian pastry was baked in the furnace of
 the Malleab1e Iron Works, of which Mr. Hubbell was the presiding genius Wn0n InS Ip1e Wt1S pronounced well done, it was conveyed on a truck to the hall and because of its huge size, it had to be turned up on edge in or
 der to roll it through the doorway. laced on a large table in the center of the room, it held the place of hon. or and tickets went like hot cakes to those who desired to taste this de- licious product of the culinary art The feast was to take place on Sat l urday, the end of the weeks merry making.
 About nine o'clock that. night the ticket holders assembled around the pie, each with knife and fork ready to receive his or her portion. When the carving was begun mouths male and female watered in anticipation of the deiciousness of the pending treat.
 pie was opened (this was before "Odorono was invented) tho assembled pie-eaters gave a concerted and spon- taneous yell and fledi The gases form ed between the crusts of that pie dur ing the week of waiting had slowly but surely decomposed those much advertised one hundred chickens; the smell, odoriferouS beyond description,
 permeated to all parts of the building and drove the disappointed pie-eaterS to the pure air of the out-of-d DOTS. Elisha. Hubbel1 was carried home on a stretcher and it was with much diff ficulty that a garbage collector was persuaded to gather up the remains with it's smell. All that is needed now
 adays is a mere mention of the chick en pie episode to any of those who were then present, and he or she will run for home where the cooking is a1- ways the best.
 Old St. Johns church building was finally razed and on its site stands the present Post Office building.
 Paraphrased to fit the occasion:
 'Sing 8 song of six pence, a pocket
 full of rye;
 Just a hundred chickens baked in a
 pie.
 When the pie was opened the crowd
 began to run
 Wasn't that a dirty dish, to spoil the
 church folks fun ?"