The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1938-10-27

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hair is as black and unstreaked with gray as the
youngest of his sons Add Paul Telling, his brush
poised masterfuly, his face half-lathered, thotful
gaze on his visage fighting within to if his newly
acquired mustachio should come off. It did. . I.
Archie Lane catching images in the kodak box,
of the window display. Enlisting help he found
it not worth too much. Burst in on George Berg
green to find him. hat on his head, chuckling over
joke book between puffs on his fragrant pipe. In
the rolling hills back Of Birch Lake where the peaks
rise like sugar loafs in nearstraight sided under
growths, Mr. and Mrs. F. S. Parker used to roam in
the first years they owned property the lake
shores There were spots where low bush cram
berries attracted them the tops of the tree
crowned hills back in the unsettled wooded section.
BY far the highest hills in this vicinity closely,
the section is ideal for days tramp. Few, here,
perhaps have penetrated into the sparsely settled
regions of these hills. There is point where all
of the Birch chain of lakes is clearly visible and the
sweep beneath includes vision to Grey Eagle Melrose
and nearly to Sank Centre In the segments between,
the crazy-qult Of the rolling countryside One of
the surprising elderly ladies is Mrs. j. A. Lockead.
Today at So years, she must be outdoors, must be
with people. Mother of large family now scattered
in the passing years. she has the infinite interest
people that comes with family association. White
haired living alone the little Mrs. Lockead be
in the summer puttering around her garden her
lawn. well remember in group of Christmas car
oilers going to her home Christmas Eve The
flavor of the night before Christmas about the
house, and the smell of freshly-baked doughnuts and
young carollers, permeated the Her dsappont-
ment would have been without bounds, believe, had
they not arrived had she anticipated coming
-. One like that never ages really.
How unobserving we are! I never noticed that
there was only one railroad crossing sign where the
N. p. bisects the Main Street. . Now that a new
one has risen find there has not been one on the
spot for years.
Make believe-Oldest Of advertising schemes is
dissemination of false faces and odd little trinkes
the kids. The other day sudden display of false
faces provided bareback. There they were, hun
dreds of Them racing off to school faces with
the masks. Pretending they vicious ogres or
grinning pumpkins. 1t mindful of Halloween
when false faces fortify youngsters courage against
going out into the eere night. well remember
how when merchants used to give out these rinkets
to afford wide circulation in advertising at mini
mum cost, the gangs would hasten pell nell to the
place. Somehow the news always relayed to me
too late. arrived to receive polite Sorry son,
were just out. "
Thinking Paper-Its faster tempo we effect
hurrying lunchward That hour at midday is prec-
ious. But at evening when the sun sinks into but
terscotch horizon the pace slows. We dawdle din
nerward, with the day behind leisure ahead-the
work done There's something bit quieting in
the early evening hours. It's the break in the
crescending tempo of the day.
$50.
Fixer-In Mankato gown originally designed
for the 1876 Worlds Fair in Philadelphia, won first
place in a style parade. There's local angle. . The
gown was modified by Mrs. Glib Graham. She's the
daughter of Mr. and Mrs. George Brown, of this
let. -.
Congratulated, and the wood gathered round,
crackles furously. Fire nestes snugly in the folds
of the hills. Voices with laughter swapping in
the fires merriment, mount the cracking flames
merrily rise to fever-heated pitch. Around is
backness-the fire scanty patch of light that strug
giles to be seen etching out spot in that oozy dark
ness. Airplane beacon lights, reflected against
the overcast sky, cleave huge arc, swathing thru
the air like some giant brandshing overhead.
&. The flames leap upward darting into the night
fall back exhausted onto the glowing heap of logs.
The lights of town cast their yellowish glow
against the night sky. Above the little group in
that nesting hollow, the wind moans skips, like a
flat stone across watery expanses, from hill to hill
bounces in seven league strides the country
sde The voices are queter now. The Goals
szzle A rebellious flame, fighting against death,
leaps up defiantly is pulled down again by his lazer
ones who have already given in. The red softens
the patch of Goals is narrowing If draws
more tightly, string around its throat. The red
mets into blackness. Like the yolk of an egg
consuming the white. Only the night is left. /.
Shades of John with what pride this Irish
lad-a few years hence-will display these tokens
when he's struggling for a top place in the gangs
OF boydom. November LIST when Patrick James,
son of Mr. and Mrs. Frank Costello of this city, is
one year old, he'll receive from his uncle Jack and
his wife, in New York City, pair Of miniature box
ing gloves But that's not the important part
Each is autographed the right by Jack Dempsey and
the left by Jimmy Braddock These autographs arent
just stock stuff they secured by Jack person.
ally.
Had letter from Jack who takes Of our
New York Department. His narration the Great
Plays series on Sundays has gone poof. Just he
was about to begin, he was given new commercial,
and Burns Mantle, N. Y. Daily News dramatic critic,
took over. Jacks new program is the Fitch Band
Wagon each Sunday evening NBC sandwiched
between the Jack Benny and the Charlie Mccarthy
hours. He announces all the shows that originate
in New York. Here's an interesting point The
symphony series is on again, Jack corresponds The
Maestro, Arturo Toscanni, is seen barging around
the studios Hes rather intense little chap
and being very near-sighted" Jack said, 'he doesn't
see anybody unless he falls them" HIS
faithful wife Is his constant companion but, Jack
observes, usually ten feet behind him because she
can't keep up to his pace >.