The Waterbury Democrat., 1940-01-26
SOUTH
  BRIEFS ,.
By BILL GARRlGUs

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 Whenever anybody comes to South Britain with haywire ideas about the, lack of opportunity in America, a local citizen is pretty sure to point to David Joselovitch and tell his story to the depressed one, When one of the social sal- vatiorlists mouths idiotic concern oyer the growth of intolerance and the rising tide of anit-Sernitism, the same case history is cited. Dave JoSelovitch is a Jewish Yankee. or rather a Yankee Jew. He lives in g tight little township where intolerance Spouts like a green bay tree, yet he holds office, meets folks from old stock on equal footing, and carries his own weight.
 Dave came to South. Britain s0 long ago that only a few of the older files remember his arrival He worked early and late, finally rented a farm from the. late Deacon Mitchell, made a crop, married and raised a family. Dave traded i'm cattle, taking leaf from the book of many 2 prosper GUS Tank, and he banked his gains. One day, the newcomer bought a farm of his own. Nobody issquite clear as to how he man. aged the financing of his pur- chase, but it's a safe bet that he kept mp all the interest payments and settled tax bills when due.
 Dave Joselovitcla didn't have clear sailing. His house burned and, the chief salvage was a barrel ofs cider that the fire-fighters tapped. But Dave rebuilt and got another start. His herd increased and multiplied. His family deve1- oped industry. Slowly, Dave be- came a. power in local affairs, the equal of any Yankee in a trade. He eventually became town constable and won the nickname of The Lone Ranger.
 Hard boiled Yankees have kept an eye on MT. Jeselovitch and they have discovered some mighty com mendable things about the man. Dave doesfIt worry about anti Sensitsm because he has seldom heard of it. He has no ideas about intolerance and attends the Con- gregational Church. If anybody knows the answer better. than Dave, we haven't met him.
 The next time somebody be- means the. failure of newcomers to- America, to- find a place for themselves here, check up on the racial origin of the leading citizens inaalmost, any Yankee township, : then give the yelper both barrels We find Irist 5 Swedish, Scotch, and German blo0dlineS in the sturdy yoemeil of this veldt: They have been successful to the exact degree that they were able to shuck off Old World fears and conform to the American way. !
 
 The Purchase Hill region seems especially rich i'm pr0oA of the melting pot theory. Up, there close to the stars, in high pastures where tho grass grows tall, many foreign born hired men ate Yankee beans and heard liberal lectures from 0ld-time farmers. They came, they saw, they bought lands and dug in. Back in the old days, when the oak Tree Tavern was .headquar- terE for. the purchasers of game birds, Bert Garfield sold partridge for $1.5O a pair and made money. Bert was an East Hill recluse who trapped foxes, mink, and musk rats, and managed as best he cotild until the consumption rtlb- bed him out. Bert,s running mate was, an llnder-sized hired man named Jim Wickscn, and Jim had an oversiged vocabulary. Jim learned his profanity, from a Yankee pedlar and, in later years he gave lessons to many of the best cussers in this township There was only one, thing that Jim never made an , impression on. and that was Bert,s kicking horse BeFts broke that horse with 8 shot- gun loaded with fine birdsi1ot. He traded the kicker with a pedlar for . black trotter, and threw in an old COW to boot. When the ped- lar, started down East Hill, Bert drove fast in the opposite direc- tipn. Jim sat tight. AS soon as the uediarss cart struck the down. grade, that horse opened fire. He destroyed the dashboard and started clipping off Chuncls Of wood from the wagon seat. The ledlar hung tb the reirs and ran SSas{ s{ulniflm. skBms &nfTsnfla Tnr1hala