The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1923-08-22

was with did not, but thought she
was real cute.
Suddenly the russell chauffeur
turned corner and there in all its
majesty was the Woolworth build-
ing. Mr.. Wallace, fellow Mime
sofa editor, Herman Roe, and the
New Yorker, got out to take look.
Words failed the New Yorker. He
grasped Asa Wallace and pointed
with finger that trembled with
pride.
"Yeh," said Mr.. Wallace, shifting
his cigar, 81 wanta see Merton be-
cause l like the book; and they tell
me Rain is good"
Half an hour later, when the
prideful New Yorker had recovered
his articulation, the russell chauffeur
was weaving the old gold and blue
chariot in and out of the maze of
vehicles on Ocean Parkway.
"This is one of our new and finest
boulevards," ventured the New York
err, with sweeping indicative wave
of the paw.
Minnesota" said Asa M. Wallace,
shifting his cigar to the left, sis
spending $20,000,000 a year on a
1000 mile system of state highways
that's gonna be the finest road sys-.
tenn in the country when it's finish
ed"
We were on Surf Avenue. Mr..
Wallace glanced at large body of
water on the left.
That's the Atlantic ocean," began
the New Yorker.
T 4
Wallace. The New Yorker beamed.
"Is that so. Well now, the Atlantic
OCEAN"
eve have 10000 lakes in Mime
sota," said Mr.. Wallace, "and believe
me, they're beautiful bodies of
water"
"Will you have hot dog? asked
the New Yorker.
Mr.. Wallace said he would, and he
did. For dessert the party had
waffle ice cream sandwiches.
This was on the Boardwalk. Be-
low, on the sand, lay New York
flapper and her sweetheart. She had
yellow hair guaranteed not to run
and he had a manly chest. She was
wearing a blue one piece bathing
suit.
The New Yorker smiled at the
spectacle of young love there on the
beach.
There's New York for you," he
said, nudging Asa. "How does that
strike you?"
"Well," said Mr.. Wallace, shifting
his cigar right, cts his party, not
mine. Our girls out in Minnesota
wear one piece bathing suits and
they don't wear stockings in swim
ming"
Passing Johnson's bathhouse re-
minded Mr.. Wallace, of Magnus
Johnson, who just licked Governor
Jake Preus (Mr. Wallace calls it
"Price") in the race for United States
senator.
"Don't you fellows get the idea
that Minnesota's gone radical just
because they elected Magnus," he
warned. Its only for year and
half, and the folks wanted to take a
wallop at Preus. Minnesota would
go for Harding tomorrow if he were
up for election"
Wait Till You See Minnesota
We talked of New York and Sank
Center and he confessed that seeing
New York has not made him love
| Sauck Center the less.
eve got the, most beautiful little
home town in the country" he de-
clared. "Why some of the farmers
| in Sank Center draw $500 week
for their cream. / know one man is
milking SO Holstein now. He has
10 sons, so he don't have to hire any
help.
"New York's all right but you
ought to come out and see our
country"
We were on the way home, this
time in one of the new cerise and
lavender taxis with red and green
checkers and an ivory chauffeur.
"Well, Asa" said the New Yorker,
and his voice was almost pleading,
"Coney's some place, isn't it,"
"It's bigger'n hell said Asa, "but
you should see our Minnesota State
Fair-that's the best show in the
world-every September at Mime