The Waterbury Democrat., 1938-04-25

In the first installment of "Our Yankee Bambino," John Barr, Democrats feature writer, starts another of his most interesting stories with a historical back ground. He discloses facts that are known only to the moro en- thusiastic of history students, who are generally compensated for their efforts at research.
 Continuing his second install ment of the story, MT. Barr writes: COPYRIGHT 1888. JOHN BARR)
 Peppina continued, T put honey and cream in my Indian meal porridge the same as Paul Revere does-and after stirring little, lift the first spoonful to my mouth. O, but isn't it good!" she exclaimed, smacking her lips.
 "We want some, tool" entreated the children.
 0 give me taste, Peppina,' coaxed Antonio.
 "Hush!" said Peppina. Mrs. Re- were is speaking: Paul, I'm going to tell Peppina how we happen to have such beautiful silverWare. You see, my dear she explains, addressing me, among my dis tinguished husbands many ac- complishments, he is an artist III the craft of gold and silversmlth- ing. And he thinks there is noth- ing too good for his own family. So when he makes some beautiful thing for somebody else-he IS apt to make duplicate of it and bring it home as surprise to us. That ac- counts for the chafing -disheS and pitchers and bowls-the teapot and coffee-pot and individual cups you see over on the sideboard. Most of these are Christmas and birthday gifts to us from him. So do you wonder, Peppina, that we think he's the kindest husband and father in the World'?"
 Isn't she the f1atterer, though, whispers Paul Revere to me. Then with mischievous twinkle in his eye, But I'm going to kiss her for it before the whole table - You watch mel
 Everybody Happy!
 Now the children clap their hands and shout in merriment- for he gives her good smack, and she is laughing and blushing like schoolgirl. Baby Joshua, in his cradle, enjoys the fun as mch as anybody, and crows and shakes his rattle-box. Old Scout barks his approval of the doings and watches every move. Even the grandfather clock looks amused, and gives chuckle. While over in the fireplace there's snapping like firecrackers and a shower of sparks fly up-chimney.
 "'Talking about arts and crafts, Peppina,' says Paul Revere, I want you to notice these hand some rag-carpet rugs about the room, especially that beauty over there in front of the fireplace. Now, how we happen to have them is, that this good-looking wife of mine thinks there's noth- ing too good for our home or for her husband and children. Yes, Peppina.' he says, she and the girls made those fine rugS-every one of them, and they represent a heap of skill and perseverance.
 But he continues, that's only one item. Look at these clothes I've got on, Peppina. Can anybody find any fault with these clothes-I'd like to know? There isn't a better suit of clothes in Boston. Homespun and home made. Of course,' he says with a chuckle, I don't put on tn frills that my friend, John Hancock, does; but my wife and the girls would make e'm for me if they thought I'd wear 'em.
 "And just take a look at our girls, Peppina-' he says, smiling affectionately around the table. Aren't they worth looking at? No finer girls in Boston! Well, they're just as good as they look. Aren't they well dressed, too? And all home-spun and homemade. Can you beat family like that?
 Now he glances proudly al Paul, Jr., who winks at me-but not displeased at the compliment that he knows is coming from his father.
 Paul, Jr.
 "'And as for Paul, Jr., Peppina, says Paul, ST., he's a thoroughbred all right-and I'm going to let you into a little secret: Peppina, I'm sure recognized him at a certain Tea Party that had the pleasure of attending year ago December though he was disRuised as