The Waterbury Democrat., 1940-12-17

grams of Mutual and N. B. c. Russian music will come back and he will commute to New York to put on his show; then he'll return to Rocky Mountain. Pete has an anchor here that will never slip.
 Red Davidson is on the Dance Committee of Southbury Grange and his efforts are chaIking LID high scores for the Patrons of Husbandry treasury. The other night he fed the natives ten pounds of hot dogs and not single tummy ache developed. What it takes to draw crowds, Red and those Woodbury fiddlers have got.
 Sanitary Engineer Lloyd Fowler has completed a local contract and is seeking new clients. Every thing is level and plumb, tight and shipshape. Fowler turns out a job, whether it's building fences or making voters to preserve what's left of Democracy.
 Hency Mccarthy is the only man we know who can sell sub- stitute for Hudson Bay blanket at $2.39. Bcb Chase bought one for use at the foot of Battle Axe Brook and Bob says he hasn't had cold feet since. These blankets make excellent Xmas gifts. They are handy to cover the cider barrel with or to hang on the wall for decorative effect. Lots of folks hang 'em up day times and sleep under them nights. If we could get Henry to sell chances on one, the yield would be high. There are several patterns but the pret- tiest one is Irish green with red wigwams spaced along the hem.
 A New Yorker who has always been staunch New Dealer came in to crab because proposed show died before the first curtain. 1t seems that Union dues and fees forced the price of labor skyhigh, the agents took more than their usual pound of flesh, and then the social security tax added more expense. It added up to deficit figuring 100 per cent house. Billy Rose couldn't show profit on the road today.
 The show business isn't all cakes and ale. We know 8 tOp-liner who is now very happy to have a regular paycheck and warm berth with the new State Training School for Mental Detectives.
 Waterburians have been missing Jim White lately. Jim runs the switchboard at the new training school evenings; he starts at seven : and rides through to dawn. The number is WoodbuIy 400, in case you'd like to call MT. White about midnight and give him few words of cheer.
 The neighbOrhOOd kids are chertling over the wooden ducks that Henry Mccarthy sells for a dime. They're serious little birds on wheels, with lifesize quack, red bills, and string to lead them with. Mac also has a brand new stock of tape measures, extra length. He seems to be OverstOcked on checkerboards but a 1941 sale will dispose of them without loss. Christmas comes but once year, fortunately.
 Speaking of Christmas, did you ever stop to think about staging bit of a holiday for the rural kids that live of where the roads peter out? Take it from us, you'll never know a real Christmas until you watch some farm kid, who didn't expect anything only extra wood to bring in, unwrapping practical gifts he thinks came di- rect from Santa Claus. Outgrown jackets, mittens, rubbers, caps, yield extra pleasure if they happen to arrive at 8 home on the R. F. D. Country kids don't worry about the style of a garment, if it's MAryn. Some e tIacr. kRveyst many garments to worry about. It gets mighty frosty, where the roads just peter out.