The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-11-25
i'NUTMEG PETE' BLASTS CROSBY
 CLAIMS OF 0. 6.
"Old Grad" Juggles Facts Like Magician Handles
 Eggs Says Wilbyite

With the Crosby-Wilby High school football game just three days away, the Wildcat character, known to the commercial school populace as Nutmeg Pete" comes to the front rather vividly this cold and frosty morning with a piece on the game that seems to be calculated to cut into the attempt monopoly of 'the old Grad" of Crosby for the letter writing championship of the world is concerned. However, it's all in fun, and if their soirees with the alphabet bring out a few extra fans Thanksgiving morning, their, time will have been well spent to say nothing of the space in local newspapers.
 Here's Pete's latest, fresh from his farm:
 Like most fellers living in the country get most of my news from the newspapers. See by the other days issue a wee bit inflated pot shot taken at the Wildcats and Nutmeg Pete" by the sage of old North Brookfield. Every once in 8 while this verbigerate gent tries to pep up the dropping blue bells" with mouthful of historical anecdotes that are as dead as the good old dodo bird. All I wish is that fellow would catch up with the rear end of the 1885 express and tell the folks around the city about what's in the news NOW. Gosh sakes man, there's nothing so stale and musty as an old chestnut will some new clothes notted on to it. Just because the Wildcats are in the news and are making news every week with their re- markable record of victories and the poor little dropping blue bells and buttercups" have dropped so low that the tinkle is harly audible outside the buttercup colored build- ing the ballyhoo man tries to hide the issue behind a smoke screen of alibis and what have yous a yard long. He is arguing about the record and quotes the same for my special attention. Well lets blow his facts apart. We fellows out here Keep pretty good track of chronology too by gosh and guess this fellow is talking through his old grey bon net when he says Crosby's schedule for 1885 was stiffer than the Wild cats. Just because he chanced to play New Britain, he wants to worm out of it. Wilby' ssched- ule was every bit as tough as the Blue bells, in fact tougher if you ask me. AS for the cream puff alibi about playing fields being major factor in the conditioning of the boys, all I can say to that one is I'd have given him two or three acres of good green pasture land anytime he asked for it and if that wasn't enuff would have got him piece of the East Mountain golf course. Just like them fellows to cry when they're down.
 As for Coach Schof1eld bringing his boys along faster than Coach Lee, I think there is wee bit of the apple sauce in that yarn too. Both boys opened up practice on the same day with Wilby opening up its first game six days later while Crosby waited twelve. And if the old sage thinks that team is coasting when she is running up against Naugatuck and Arsonia, I wonder what he thinks throwing her into high gear means. I suppose he wants us to believe that Crosby was coasting with Naugy a week or two ago. Gosh sakeS, man, I'd say from where I rested my carcass that she shot the works but she just didn't hare enough that day to roll pea nut and guess by this time she's just about ready to blow few bubbles and then wait away into the history of 1885. Then he comes out with the story that the Wildcats have a veteran team. Suppose by tl...t he want sthe folks that read the papers to believe that Crosby has just a bunch of noviceS, you know young chaps that just found out what a football was for. Well let's see. The Wildcats two ends, Ca frey and Graham never played football until this year. The two candidates for the center position havn't played two full games apiece. There are few vets in the tackles and guards but in the backfield we have two little ponies, the Noonan boys who don't trip the scales at l25 pounds head-guard, shoes and all. And to think that fellow would haze the courage to raise the cry of veterans. Gosh guess if the census taker got down to the bottom of that Bluebell squad he'd find plenty of fellows who lined up with Cal O. ,lidge on the didn't choose to I'll. club" Perhaps the reason those fellows are shy on experienced re- placements is the fact they were afraid to yank man and give a kid chance to catch little experi- ence. There may be something in that, said Mrs. Murphy as she put the spoon in the teacup. There's one thing I noticed about this fellow "the old grad" mean "Alibi Jeff" he usually has some excuse or an- other to justify the winnings but you never hear yap out of him if they are losing. Remember one night last year, I hitched my sleigh up and drove into the Wildcats Bluebclls basketball game. The Wildcats got the jump on the Blue- bells during the first half and this erstwhile Brookfield Butter and Egg man was conspicuous by his ab- sence. During the third quarter the Bluebells caught up with the race and out from behind the bleachers somewhere I saw white snow topped fellow waving wildly a huge fog horn likke a guy calling for help from Popeye the Sailor. That's the first time I go my glimmers on the famous old gent and all I said to Jed Perkins was Gosh, where's