New Britain herald., 1926-09-18


 been, but any decently modern youngster with some sort of @ per sonality has no trouble in being ad- mitted into these cliques, regardless of the fact that the family pocket book is a limp affair and the walls at home are graced by no coat-of- arms.
 Like the lilies again Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these" applies as well to the modern boy one sees dropped about the entrance to the chocolate mill. The colors have toned down recent | ly, but one can still find enough to make Joseph's coat a drab thing in comparison. Battered hats adorn rumpled heads-the slap-down hair comb being definitely out" Clothes run 10 the loose and comfortable and no special attention is given to the creaS@s that made past fashions a razor-lke adornment. Ties must strike with the fire of heat light ming to be termed success, golf socks must resemble a bad dream in an art gallery. shoes must have soles thick enough to remind Ameri- can Legionnaires Of those trench boots that made dents in solid | asphalt. There again, reformer5 and hoWlers point sneering fingers i at the rainment of the young people. And they, pausing a little in their pursuit of Black Bottom" merely flip the pages of the Book of Time back a couple of chapters and point out an illustration that shows the reformers themselves wearing peg top trousers, a turtle neck sweater and bulldog shoes with mountainous toes. What re- ply by the critics can cover that picture
 Regardless Of how steamed up about the idea they may get, the blue-noses have always been baked by the fact that Youth refuses to take them seriously Reams of paper have been used in pointing out why and when the young men of today are going to the dogs and most of the essays have been eager ly devoured by those old people who are of the same opinion But the object of the harangues, Youth it. self, never bothers to read the things and if it happens to glance over them howls with laughter and forgets it.
 The early 1900's were wild days. There were probably less than dozen automobiles in the city of New Britain, but they were not needed, for those were the glorious days of the buggy rides. And then there were the trolley cars the "eleCtrics.' IL may seem hard to realize that trolley riding was once a popular sport, but here is a clip ping from the Herald of 1901:
 The members of Winthrop Coun- cil, D. of L., started out this after noon for a trolley party in one of the handsOmest decorated cars that has been used for the purpose. The car is ewathed in bunting and adorned with electric lamps. In the front is displayed the enormous electric star.
 "The car, well occupied. left the park at 4:10. The ladies will journey over the different lines until 6:30, when they will again be at the park, and the male members of the council will be taken aboard. They will then go 10 White Oak, where supper will be served. After supper the council will again board the car and the city lines will be gone over until 10 o'clock" One of the most interesting out door summer sports is selecting | place for summer dinner.
 It's becoming quite a game. After attending church on Sunday you and the family start out for a ride About 11:30 someone happens to think of eating. It might be remark ed that the driver, who is expect cd to pay for all food and drink consumed, has no part in the game. He is supposed to be dumb. Nine chances out Of ten he is-terribly 1 dumb.
 The game having started, the participants in the back seat begin to make suggestions.
 There's a beautiful place." re- marks the Good Wife. The driver who is supposed to be dumb, sees out of the corner of his eye a sign reading: Sunday dinner, S3.50 per person." His accelcnator foot be- comes itchy and before anyone has had a chance to approve the re- mark by Good Wife. the machine has travelled two miles.
 There is deep silence for several minutes. Then one of the juvenile l players yels: There's a corking good hot dog stand"
 But the Good Wife chimes in with: No. that isn't clean. That man needs a shave"
 Silence for three miles. Silence is part of the game. Then another | roadside refreshment booth heaves 1 into view. On closer approach, 1t seems to be cross between an old parts station, a cider mill and haven for rusty milk cans. It is 1 passed up.
 An hour has passed since hunger first began to wall from the back seat. Stolidly the driver remains mum and drives, and drives and drives.
 Finally Friend Wife chimes in: George, for heavens sake stop some place. We're all starving to dcath."
 You pick 'em and I'll pay em." laconically replies George.
 Two more miles. Another road side stand. The car stops. The players pile out and order. and order and order heaps of food. 1t is discovered that there are flies in the mustard jar, the frankforts have | been Simmer since mornine and