This is the Article which was published by the Bridgeport Times Star at some point prior to the election on October 2, 1939.
This same picture was used for the article below with this title:
ALFRED D GUION
Trumbull First Selectman
by Don Quaintance
Fifteen years ago, if someone had suggested to Alfred D. Guion that he enter the political arena he would have laughed, shrugged and labeled the suggest or a wag. At that time he was advertising director of a big industrial concern.
But today, he plays his role of leader of Trumbull’s 5,000 citizens with skill born of true executive ability.
Trumbull can thank the depression for Guion.
For, if business conditions in the advertising field had been better than they were, he would still be plotting nation-wide advertising campaigns, working far into the night, with no time for the mundane tasks of a New England town selectmen.
Guion has been in the advertising business most of his life. He spent six years of it as advertising manager of the Bridgeport Brass Co., and also held executive jobs with Allied Chemical, the Celluloid Co. of New York and Century Co. publishers.
His entrance into the field of public service was inspired, he says, by the late Mrs. Guion, the former Arla Peabody of Mt. Vernon, N.Y. Those who knew her can readily understand, since the sales manager’s wife was devoted to the community in which she lived. An ardent worker for civic improvement, she never tired of doing things for other people – little kindnesses, in addition to large-scale organizing for new roads, Social service and better local government.
There are many who remember Arla Guion and her work, her friendliness. She took care of her own home, she was invested in work that made for the betterment of Trumbull. In addition to that she inspired a career.
Those who get to know the First Selectman regard him as an all-round booster. He never knocks. As a matter of fact, he is rather inclined to be indulgent. Deplores, for instance, the towns self-separation into Trumbull – Nichols – Long Hill. Thinks it should be all one. Becomes very unhappy of the “feeling” between the sections which crops out at intervals.
According to Guion, there should be no “across the railroad tracks.”
“If that’s going to be the case, he says, let’s tear up the railroad tracks.”
Guion’s political ideology is predominately Republican, although locally, he says, politics shouldn’t mean a thing.
“He knows his people so well who serves a small community that it is always the individual work of the man that counts, rather than his politics,” he maintains.
“In a community-minded town liked Trumbull, for instance, political questions affecting the State or Nation have no place. The only local interest should be the common welfare. Because of this belief Guion has more than once discussed the prospect of a change in the form of Trumbull’s town government, from the unwieldy town meeting system to a non-partisan, business-like town managership.
“There should be no selfish axes to grind, and the non-partisan governments should take an interest in such things as education, the religious activities, instead of some of the things they do now.”
Guion proves beyond a doubt that he is a square shooter when, regardless of his political following, he makes open declarations of where he stands.
“I’m convinced that Trumbull could get a good deal more for its taxes than most critics would be willing to admit; redeeming it with: and that’s what we are constantly striving to do.”
Alfred Duryee Guion was born Sept. 11, 1884, son of Alfred Beck and Ella (Duryee) Guion in the city of New York. Went to Mount Vernon High School and took a B. S. C. at the NYU School of Commerce, Accounts and Finance in 1912.
Mr. Guion has six children, five of them boys. Alfred, Daniel, Cedric, Richard and David; and the sixth a girl, Elizabeth. (Elizabeth was actually the fourth child)
He was employed in various corporations in New York from 1912 to 1921, throughout the war., and was associated with the Bridgeport Brass Co. during the next decade. In 1929, he formed his own Corporation, the Alfred D. Guion and Co. Advertising Agency and has been President and Director since.
He served as Justice-of-the-Peace since 1928, was assistant prosecutor of the town court in 1934-35.
He is a member of Delta Sigma Phi fraternity, is a Mason and a member of the Algonquin Club.
True, he has an impressive business and public service record, but the private life of Mr. Guion is much more interesting.
His hobby, to begin with, is cooking. Like many other business executives of today, he is an expert chef.
Along these lines, he likes home life and has five sons and one daughter.
His “oldest boy” (Lad) is in charge of the mechanical equipment on an oil well in Venezuela. Another son, (Dan) has been building a road through the jungles of Central America, (actually Venezuela) is now visiting his father in Trumbull, and will continue college work in geology in the fall.
The First Selectman of this landlocked town likes water and boating. He has often dreamed of owning a yacht, just like most of the other people in town. If he had the money, that’s what he might do.
He likes dogs. He has one at home called “Mac”, short for McKenzie, the son of an Alaskan malamute brought by a friend (Rusty Huerlin) from the Mackenzie River in Alaska.
He loves to read ancient history, mysteries and see stories. Says it permits him to relax.
Best known of Guion’s social activities of course are those which take him out among his neighbors. Primary among them is his interest in young people. He is a member of the National and local Boy Scout Councils and an Executive Board member of the Pomperaug Council.
He is vitally interested in promoting the activity of young people in Trumbull.
He thinks more young folks should be interested in government. They’ll be running the show tomorrow, he says.
Guion likes the youngsters and they like Guion. It’s not supposed to be known, of course, but rarely do they approach him for a favor to ask that it is not granted with alacrity.
Locally, the First Selectman favors bi-partisan Boards and Commissions, which in many towns have found constant opposition from the parties in political power.
The “hecklers” rap him in print and speech, he usually refrains from defending his actions, believing in the old adage, “Don’t chase a lie, let it alone and it will run itself to death.”
Tomorrow and Sunday, more of Dave’s World War II Army Adventure.