The Waterbury Democrat., 1941-04-24


 charming personality. Very anus ing, mild on the surface, diplomatic at all times, yet with an aggressive ness that takes him places, In ad- dition, he is @ member of the local police board. Even though he does not take kindly to the cognomen, some people are inclined to call him the Boss Commissioner" But did you hear what he and some of his colleagues did to one of their very dear friends on the afternoon of said banquet2
 They took well known painter, Charley SassO by name. Charley takes pride in his work. By that I 6O not refer to his three horse parleys. l am talking about his paint jobs. Naturally he was much surprised and more perturbed, when an officer arrived with writ in hand. Unless Charley could post bond immediately, forth with and pronto, he must 90 to New Haven jail. "Wait a minute" says he. 'Ill call Bill Verriker." Commissioner Verriker was not to be found. "Well, I'll get Joe Null vile, Francis Feeley or Al Koskey. But they all said they were in no position to go his bond. So the sheriff had no alternative, but to take Charley to the New Haven jail. Luckily Brother John TObin had heard through the grapevine system that SassO was on his way to jail. Getting in touch with MT. Bell, "Tobey" contacted Sheriff Slavln, who greeted Charley when he arrived at Whalley avenue, and the inmate "to be" was allowed to return to Waterbury. Charley had more filters than if he had fallen off Q three story ladder. So Char then became one of the party. On his return to this fine old city notwithstanding stories to the con- trary, he went with them to the post. office. The perpetrators took . stand on Grand street, right op- pcsite the VERY station. They told him to keep his eyes open and his ears shut.
 Soon they saw Attorney Harry Spellman come hustling down the street. He's always in hurry but he was going double quick this day. He really ran up the stairs to the radio room. Hello Harry" said the ever pleasant "Chick" Kelly. Did you come over to hear Jim broad- cast2" (Jlm Thorpe was on the air that night). "No," said Harry, T came over to broadcast. I'm a mem ber of Joe Mulville's winning team" Well, you do not look much like Jim Thorpe" said Chick. e"You must be at the wrong station. You bet ter hustle over to WATR. So Harry beat 1t pell mell over to WATR, with Bart Quilter and Bub Wright right on his heels. They were also on the air. After receiving a cordial welcome but no dice from WATR, they came to the conclusion that the Rumbus room delegation had them on the spot. But they were big enough to enjoy the laugh and had the satisfaction later in the evening of going on the air--at the Elks dinner. Perhaps the only banquet in the country like 1t.
 Where nobody is allowed to talk, but everybody is invited to sing Chris" Harmon, that likeable restaurateur singing when l Become the Mayor" even though he's . big booster for Mayor Scully. Peter Gilligan, with smile that no dental paste can begin to equal warbling, "Where the Blarney Roses Grow" Frank Tobln, War. ren Cooke Jim Courtney Inc or the many vests) and Hugo Lange real old timers-heving been in the Elks bowling league since US inception, just twenty-seven years ago. And then there was good old "Ferd" Wolff. He's about eirhty-six or eighty-seven. Hes not any of the East End WOlffs. Neither is he related to the Adrian Welffs, who did so much to make the ScOyill factory the fine cstab- lishment that 1t Is. Most of his life was spent in Waterville, In the house where Bill Dunlavey now re- sides. Some years ago he moved to Cheshire, but he always re- ceives Q royal welcome at the Elks bowling dinner. This year especially. because there were many new members like the Bill Bannons and the Wendell Crosses, whose families like the Wolffs were brought up in the manufac- turlng business. No wonder Harry Cashin was proud of his year as exalted ruler. He had good reason to be.
 And then the seminar of the local bar association. Even though the day of the barrister is on the wane. with tho banks taking all the busi- ness the local Blackstone disciples take 1t with a smile. It seemed good to see Arthur Els back in Wa terbury. Remember the year he ran against Joe St. Louis for senator in the fifteenth district. Those were the days when the fifteenth was re- publican rock-bound. But the early reports showed that St. Louis had won. He was out celebrating with some of his myriad of friends, when the final result disclosed that he lost by forty votes. "What's the dif- ference" said Joe, "let's go oii with the party" Justice Els, or MT. Justice Els, wears his years Well He still plays @ good game of ten his (at doubles) and is most enjoy able as an after dinner speaker. It is foo bad more judges are not like him. The waterbury stone bruises have not yet affected his gait. He is just as straight and stalwart as 7, he was years ago. when he and Larry" Lewis were accustomed to battle across the net for the tennis championship of the Willow street club. -
 And 1t seemed good to see John McDongh Miles McNin and Tom Wall, chatting together = ,.,S tl,r.a iudses Of the court Of