The sub., 1945-08-09
Nonsense arld Facts
By CHARLES CHAPMAN

fore he closed the bar.
 found the place pretty well filled with a very merry crowd. Lew had stopped work for the day
 and was just lounging around
 among his customers trying to keep
 everyone happy.
 The clock had passed the mid night hour and was just sounding
 twelve thirty when Mrs. Kid Mccoy comes over to our table wearing an A. F. of L. button. Now do not
 want to kick or growl about Mccoy
 putting in more hours than the law allows a lady to work but if you
 must do that, Mrs. Mccoy, keep
 the A. F. of L. button in your pock-
 ct after the eight bells sound.
 MT. and Mrs. Crowel and Row. land Bishop were with me when l
 dropped in to Lew's the same night
 that I have just mentioned above. Also another man from the guard force by the name of Byron Sweet. MT. Sweet seemed to know some
 thing about somebody's girdle that
 he should not have told MT. Crow
 ell, but murder will out' as you
 know. Howie Crowell had never heard the story about the girdle
 but he heard it this night just one year after it originated. For more details on this girdle that was much too big ask the Bond Baker" Mrs.
 Crowell says she will never try to
 "fit a girdle" so early in the morn- ing again.
 If the readers of these columns
 will take notice we have given the
 Groton Taverns quite lot of space in this issue and that IS because your editors spent most of their spare hours in the good old Indian town of Groton this weekend.
 Next week you boys that live in
 New London are going to be
 watched and we will give you what you have missed out on this week. I have one more little story l want to write this week that took place in Lewis Tavern about eleven o'clock to midnight Saturday night. I called Bishop from the union office over to my desk and told him we had better run down to Lew's and get sandwich as 1t was getting late and my stomach was | feeling quite empty. AS we came through his door the first thing to take our eye was Chief Fleet foot. known to us as Lollie Gray.
 He was all dressed up. in full re- galia, buck skin suit and eagle fea- ther crown with feathers running
 down his back to his waist line, h.
 dian blanket, and all. We asked him to sit down at our table and In about ten minutes in came the whole Mohegan tribe from Poquon-
 oc. We'll, fellows, things just had to
 happen. Beer came like water.
 From where no body knew liver wurst sandwiches were bought at Lewis and hamburgers came In with the crowd. The glasses of beer were so thick on the table no one knew what glass was his and no body cared. Chief Fleet Foot started rolling his Bull Durham cigarettes
 and dancing Indian dances. A little coaxing and he was singing Indian songs with the cowd helping him
 out as best they could, with one woman that could really hold her own with him. Our editor being an indian from the Mohegan tribe also was holding his place pretty good'
 by beating out that good old 1n-
 dian music on top of one of Lew s tables. A real good time was had by all and your editors spent one
 of the most pleasant hours they have had since they started print
 ing this paper. This was the only hour we have had that some one has not got us in the corner ana started talking about working con- ditions at the Boat Go.
 We wonder why the company
 opened the parking lot in front of the main office and put all |