The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1907-07-11
HEARD ABOUT TOWN

l was much amused, Wednesday
evening of last week, when the Winni-
peg Flyer passed through here, to
watch the efforts OF the fair sex to get
a glimpse of Vice President Fairbanks.
There was quite jam of people at the
Great Northern station eager to see the
tall Indiana statesman, in fact there
was little spare room on the station
| platform, so many were there to
"rubber." The engineer came pretty
near running his train clear past the
station, so that when it came to a
standstill the compartment parlorS car
at the rear of the train was opposite
| the station door. AS the train stopped
woman rushed excitedly up to the
brakeman and cried:
"Say, is the vice president on this
train? l want to see him."
The important parsonage appealed
to-you know the average breakman
COMFORTS himself as if he owned the
road-drew himself up haughtily and
in an icy tone replied that he did not
| know.
Just then the train backed up three
/ or four car lengths and the assemblage
OF fair ones rushed tc the rear coach
calling for Fairbanks. The tall
Hoosier appeared and got down on to
the ground, smiling gracicusly the
while. The woman above mentioned
greeted him effusively and gave him a
bunch of violets. The vice president
accepted them with bow, a smile and
a gracious handshake. The train re-
manned about five minutes and Mr..
Fairbanks shook hands with lot OF
people, making an excellent impress
sion. The lady of the violets then
sauntered up town with the air of one
who had performed pleasant duty.
Sank Centre was the only town be-
tween Minneapolis and Fergus Falls
at which the vice president responded
to the call of the populace. People
assembled at Osakis and at Alexandria
but he remained in seclusion. The
Sank Centre posies are what caught
him, for he remarked to a gentleman
with whom he conversed after leaving
here that he would like the name OF
the woman who remembered him with
| the fragrant blossoms so that he could
write and thank her for her gift. A
day or two later the lady in question
received courteous note of thanks.
All who met Mr.. Fairbanks here
were pleasantly surprised at his
personal appearance and manner.
They expected to see tall, lean per-
sonage and to be greeted Jelly. Fair
banks is tall but he's not lean. He is
large, we'll proportioned gentleman
with kindly expression and a cordial
manner. He wore a long Prince
Albert coat, white vest, striped
trousers and brown SLOUGH hat. His
face is much fuller than the pictures
make it appear. He was very gracious
in his greeting and it seemed to come
from the heart. An iceberg style is
the farthest possible from his greeting.
He is not ELUSIVE like Taft neither
does he wear smile that works all the
time, but the impression he left here
was highly favorable. If he's that
way all the time Pm sure I'm at loss
to know where the impression arose
that he's chilly in his manner. Fair
banks may not be president, in fact
the chances are largely against him,
but he left good many warm friends
behind as he steamed away toward
Fergus on the evening of the third of
July, in the year of our Lord One
thousand, nine hundred and seven.
A fellow who owed The Herald two
years subscription came into the Office
Market Day and after long and
labored argument finally succeeded in
loosening up on one dollar and fifty
cents in payment for the year from
July L, 1906, to July 1. 1907. The boss
gave him receipt and promised to
look up the records of the preceding
year The fellow then ordered the
paper stopped, averring that it wasn't
worth dollar and half and generally
emitting the idea that it possessed
little value to him or his'n. About an
hour later a young girl came in and
| subscribed on the SO cent plan-the
special Market Day offer-and was
given receipt for year in advance.
At the close of the day when the boss
was posting his books he ascertained
that the surname of the girl was the
same as that of the man referred to
above. Inquiry revealed the fact that
she was his daughter. Now wouldn't
that jar you? Beat the poor editor
man out of a years subscription, stop
the paper and then get his girl to buy
it for SO cents. That's thrifty citizen
of the republic. ought to print his
name but refrain for his family's sake.
THE LISTENER