The Waterbury Democrat., 1941-01-27

H U SVUppCu ~ The Oak Tree the other day and had his offending mOlar yanked out with an ordinary pair of pliers. Dentist Kelly did the trick. RestOratives were applied, inter- naIly, and before many hours had passed, the Battle Axe Brook region again echoed to the ribald song of a countryman shouting a eulogy about red underwear worn by somebody named Maggie.
 Think twice before you start worrying about people in Europe without all the facilities for com- fortable living. If you long to in- spect the primitive in passing, just drive as far as you dare down the old Shepaug, leave your car, and walk down to Steve Rants place. Don't try to drive all the way. Steve wore out two cars on that road last winter. One of Steve's boys became such an ex- pert navigator on that road that he is now in aviatiolJ.
 The Shepaug country is so rough that even the deer have avoided it this winter. Not a track has been seen. Deer hounds have grown so fat just hanging around that they look like pork hogs. The jack rabbits have to pass the sun twice to make shadow. And it's down there that We breed MEN! Joe Rant gets out every day, al- though we have yet to find out how. Joe delivers papers at the State Hospital and stops off here often enough to let us know that he is still alive.
 It's a. mighty swell thing to see Joe arrive with a bundle of newspapers and to know how far he has travelled just to see to it that people got news of the world. It's fine to remember that he came all the way from the She paug, and that his commercial instinct has not been dulled by hardship or rough roads. Right here, under the very noses of perhaps the thriftiest people on earth, Joe comes over the hill and enters competition. Carry on, Joe! (Only you'd better start carrying the Democrat because this is a Democratic year).
 When the final chapter of Con- necticut's milk surveys Is written, we anticipate considerable space to be devoted to the retailers who jostle one another along the main drags of little towns like this. South Britain is we'll supplied. Eight milk retailers compete here for the patronage of twenty four families. One truck arrives from Bridgeport and another from the Naugatuck Valley. Some of those twenty-fOur families use canned milk.
 Our farmers are again express ing considerable disgust with the so called quotas passed out by the dairy co-op that exploits this area. It seems that during a few weeks of what is termed quota form ing period" milk producers are supposed to compete for the quota of Glass I milk that will be &C., cepted during the following year. If a farmer is on the level and SO arranges production that he floods the market at this time, okay. If not, he either has to buy milk to boost his delivery or take chance on reduction the next year.
 Ed Lan0le, One-time star artist in many big time shows, sits be- side his fireplace this winter and waxes reminiscent. Ed knew all the top flight entertainers when they were good. He knew Will Rogers before the movies caught him, and Billy Rose before the Satur- Hay Evening Post figured the Aawed of impresSariO was news. IanOle is a resident of Peaceful Valley but he Is in Britain for the winter. Drop In and gay Hello" Ed will have a story for you that you'll be glad to listen to.