The Waterbury Democrat., 1940-04-10
SOUTH
BRITAIN
BRIEFS
BY BILL GARRIGUS

prOHlaDle sale OF goOdS depends
on the storekeeper and there are
few retailers with more horse
sense than Henry Mccarthy.
People from all over the east
come to Britain to inspect the
Mccarthy General store and to
see what's new in new ways to
sell goods. Henry flashed some
thing different on the world lust
the other day when he installed
a book counter and started SELL
ing to natives and transients alike.
The first week the Met arthy book
department was open, sales were
made to people from Bridgeport,
Jersey City, and South Britain.
The profit on one book is more
than the yield from a case Of soda
crackers or a bushel of potatoes.
There's no chain store competition
and customer almost always
tells his friends about a good book.
Henry is proceeding slowly and
with extreme caution, but he
makes a profit and makes readers
happy. Watch the Mccarthy Book
Counter.
Molumphy, the freckled faced
youngster who lives at the Red
House on Flat Hill Farm, Is the
handiest walker in the township.
When Molumphy once visited New
York's World Fair, with pupils
from Purchase school, he walked
away from the teacher and her
assistants, fell under the heavy
hand of the law and reposed in
a cage where they keep Yankee
kids until the folks in charge
called for him. Hardly a Sunday
passes but what this very active
lad visits Britain. He swings along
in an off-hand manner that eats
up the mileage. Sometime, when
Mr.. Rowland is in the village,
we're going to sign the old gentle
man for a walking contest with
Freckles Molumphy and sell
tickets on the event. Unless all
indications are wrong, that mara
thon would draw heavier than
the recent v. F. w. military ball
in NeWtown.
Bud Hicock has parked his truck
and taken a job as a carpenter
at BarkhamSted. Bud claims
there's more satisfaction In wood
butchering ON q salary basis than
in catch as catch can hauling
jobs that are usually too short to
be profitable.
Scouts now report our deer
herd as residing on Rattlesnake.
Up there near the stars, the crea-
lures have better chance for
life. A buck stands guard on the
mountain top, game wardenS keep
an eye on the lowlanderS with
venison appetites, and the leaves
will soon be out to further protect
the herd. 1t has been a rough
winter on deer. a critical season
for old folks, and spring will be
welcomed by almost everything
that wears fur, feathers, or pants.
New Horizons, the Walton estate
on Shepaug side, Is open for the
season in spite of almost impas-
sable roads. Ken Walton has a
new Maine bucksaw, several dozen
new trout flies, and an urge to
go far through field. forest and
stream. With a woodpile demand
ing action and trout just begging
to be caught, the prospects for q
lively season at New Horizons are
excellent.
The New Workers are out in
force, seeking Yankee acreage
where they can make a pitch,
establish residence, and escape the
York State income tax. According
to rumor, a Gothamite has an
option on that farm in Paradise
where the Gilbert family once ran
a laundry. The place has trout
pond and about 125 acres of
mighty good land. The old house
nestles beneath the trees in an
attractive setting far removed
from the busy traffic of any high
way. Nobody ever noticed the
possibilities of the place until the
State took an option on the land,
then real estate agents wore a
path to the worn doorstep.
If Connecticut Yankees continue
TO sell out to New Workers seek
ing a little place In the country,
it will not be long before we be-
come as sophisticated as Long
Island. But New Workers seldom
complain about high taxes or poor
school facilities; they carry their
fair share Of the load and event.
ualIy make good citizens, just like
Yankees.