The Sauk Centre herald., 1909-09-02

l have just come in from saving a
cord of oak wood, hard to get This
saving wood is splendid exercise. To
saw wood, you have to keep a saw,
also a horse. You place the horse by
the side of the wood pile and look
up and down the street to see if there
is a fire, or fight, or a runaway to
stop. If no excuse presents itself to
retire from the work, you pick np
moderate looking stick and throw it
on board the horse, which in our
money is a saw-hOrse. The saw is
then picked up reluctantly, the left
knee placed upon the chest of the
stick. kindly but firmly and after
making a few mental calculations as
tC the best place to rip off a stick,
actual work begins; run the saw as
fast as possible until out of breath,
or a pain attacks you in the small
of the back. At this point, stop
work-to proceed would be danger
ous-turn around ard sit down on the
stick, and remain in that position
until you recover your breath, or the
pain leaves. Return to work slow
ly, or better still, not at all. l didn't
really saw the wood myself went
out, and saw the man who was saw
ing it, just to see if he was union
man, and had a typographical card,
which would allow him to saw wood
behind a printing office. He stopped
work, and we visited a few minutes.
He said saving wood was the hardest
work he did. Digging sewers, carry
ing mortar, or wheeling brick, was
resting in the shade of the old apple
tree. as compared to wood saving
and the pay was poorer. That was
where l came in. The talk was get
ting personal. Yes, saving wood is
fine exercise; it has roller skating or
putting stamps on envelopes beat to
a stand still. Try it some day when
the collar.
Last Thursday, an automobile stop
ped near this office. The man who
was running it, didn't stop to start
the paper, or stop it. He stopped
because he couldn't start bis tuto-
mobile. There were three girls in the
back seat, and two young men in
front The men got out, pushed up
their eye protectors, and with an
assortment of wrenches and other
tools, began to argue with the en-
gine, which seemed to be satisfied
with the surroundings, and refused
to move en-. The boys worked faith
fully with their heads inside the hood
in a knowing way. They took the
engine to pieces, and put it together
again. The ladies in the back. seat,
seemed to be having good time,
laughing and reaping enjoyment dur
ing the first half hour of their stay.
One of them, from time to time,
read stanzas from little book, en-
titled, How to Fix an Automobile
on the Road" The boys tried to
follow the directions, but the engine
didn't seem to listen. The crank
worked in the side of the machine
like a grind-stone propeller. One of
the young men who had a strong
arm, turned this crank for all he
was worth, and drew on his father,
but the gasoline and air refused to
mix, and there was no movement.
The ladies began to think it was
time to go, and the smiles came off,
and a cloud of WEAKNESS seemed to
be settling. Just as we were think
ing of lending them the printing Of
flee engine, something started. 1t
was the six o'clock bell. But Joy,
the chug wagon moved. The tools
were gathered up and they
were really going. They may have
stopped again between here and Alex
andria, but if they did, we have not
been notified
One week ago last Saturday, there
was a donation party pulled off in
this office. On that occasion, l was
presented with shirt. This was no
ordinary occasion with me. I have
worn other peoples shirts at times,
either by necessity or accessibility,
but never before have 1 had a man
deliberately walk up and shout in
my ear that the shirt he was then
in front of him, was mine
to wear and to hold as long as the |
gave me the right. Now, |
that's no reflection on the laundry
man. He can't help it, if people hold
onto their clothes until he has to use
a cold chisel and hammer to remove