The Waterbury Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1917-1946, 1940-02-17

floor or Bullet
Hill School are forced to use the
outside fire = escape because the
stairs are not in proper order.
Beneath the domed ceiling of this
old colonial masterpiece, pupils
struggle with the three Rs In an
atmosphere often clouded with
w00dsmoke. Sometimes the stove
pipe comes down and the sink
clogs ON the slightest prOvoca-
ton. Water is carried i'm because
our ancestors seldom employed
modern plumbing and Bullet Hill
has not been modernized.
When, as, and If Southbury
secures q museum or an exhibition
hall, we might prepare some very
instructive and uniQue displays of
stock certificates, a case of Bill
Stuart's counterfeit coin, an ex-
hibit of Indian artifacts, scroll
of old-time maps, cuts from Bar
ber's History of Connecticut, and
masterpieces by local artists. Few
towns in this State have more in
tereSting historic material for a
display; none has a more gallant
past. The town needs a library,
an adequate Town Hall, a gather
ing place where entertainment
could be had without crowd
ing or unsanitary conditions, and
SCHOOLS!
Fortunes have been made in this
township. People Of means now
reside here. With the opening of
the new State Training School, we
will be better known throughout
the nation, because this new facil-
ity is a model outfit that will at
tract visitors from far places. Per-
haps, sOmeday, SOuthbury or
South Britain will find a god
father, just as fortunate Newtown
did, ~
Since Adolph Meyer died, it has
been rather lonely around Sand
Corner. Mr.. Meyer walked with
kings, but he kept the common
touch. They said that he was
eighty years old, but his heart was
young, his eyes bright and his ster
elastic. Mr.. Meyer always had
time to devote to a worthy cause
he was open-handed and gener-
GUS to a fault, it was hard for him
to say "No!" Somehow, the finest
people we know always had some
thing to do with groceries, and Mr..
Meyer sold foodstuffs for many
years for a large New York whole
saler. Whether a merchant Or
dered pickles and smoked herring,
or caviar and imported fancy OIL
ives, Mr.. Meyer always left the
man with smile and an invita-
ton to come again. If more pres
ent-day salespeople worked on the
Meyer plan, more goods would be
moved by more people more fire.
quently.
AdOlph Meyer was a collector.
He sought relics Of various types
and made a speciality of japanese
swords. One evening, according to
the accounts we hear, MIR. Meyer
showed his swords at a meeting Of
the Mems club, and he allowed the
members to examine the fine
blades after the lecture. Our in
formant says that the way those
men handled blade was the di-
rect tip-Of on their character. One
man would pick up a stubby ev-
eryday tOad-sticker and cast ap-
praising glances around the room,
seeking a target; another fellow
would pick up sword with un-
familiar fingers and almost BASH
fully ask a question about blood
cutters or the engraving on the
hilt. Cutting weapons make a
queer impression on folks, espe-
cially when they are used by a
mastery As the story goes, one of
our leading citizens dropped one
of MIR. Meyers finest weapons that
evening, and neglected to make an
apology. The damage was even
tually repaired and MIR. Meyer did
not hold the accident against any
body.
Speaking Of swords reminds us
There was once an army
cook who always sharpened his
razor on a wagon tire. One time,
this same cook went on a raid
with a meat cleaver and returned
with two prisoners from a Prus-
sian Guard regiment. He said he
cowed them with the cleaver but
most of us figured that he used
the razor with the other hand.