The Sauk Centre herald., 1938-12-22
years in the fire business for some time.

SAUF
| years in the fire business for some time.
Cvicub-Women of the community are hangins
| up their knitting-and at work forming the embryo
| of a civic organization They figure Sauk Centre
| is their home, too. think the lads should wei
come the female contingent. s.
Businesstuh- Northwest Local Oil Station folded
it's tents here suffering from malnutrition. One
local house laid out 300 pieces of eight for holiday
hankies alone. Which goes long way in taking care
of red nosies. Possibility Of Western Grocers
coming to this town has still the breath of life.
Plug-131 missives to Santa-via the columns OF
the Herald-have been published in two weeks From
half dozen surrounding communities. Nice ad
vertising sales talk. And quoting one lady, 81
never read the daily papers Only the Bible and
other, we presume. Hmm, shall have to have
more money, Eddie, to continue this free advertis
ing.
Demise-Quietly without hubbub slipped from this
community business the other week. Few the new
residents knew it existed fewer still learned its
DEATH For there were no closing out signs, blar-
ing to the world that time and its ways had closed
the Fred LUX handmade cigar factory. :. i. It was
more than the passing of single business firm; it
marked the end of trade that probably will never
edge its way into Sauk Centre again. About
thirty years ago apprenticing in the cigar
shop of the late William Peglow who never used the
product he made skillfully. Three years as an
apprentice through, Mr.. Lux went to North Dakota
started factory. Then to Albany and from there
branched into Sauk Centre about 20 years ago. In
his heydey Mr.. Lux could turn $50 to 300 of the
Havanas each workday. Lately when demands
fell off, he contented himself with 200 or less.
Fred remained to be the last of the handrolers in
this city, His trade is going the way of many of the
older artisan schools. Newer, modern, high-geared
methods highly competitive shunt the skilled trades
men out of the picture as surely autos whisked
horses and buggies out of the scene. OF all the
trades outmoded in change, blacksmths have hung
most tenaciously
Christmaseance-Wal in the quietly falling
snow one evening while back to others with a
like idea. And the trees, in Dec warmth spewing
driblets of melted snow as they pass. But mat
ter how warm, the walk the bridge is always
chilling And the idea persists that Christmas
tide and falling snow, like other hand-in-hand
combination, make for more unfeigned neighbor-
liness CHEEKY helos greetings, from passers-
by. Falling snow reminds too how I used to stumble
along head tilted skyward, to catch in my mouth
numbering snowfakes, that fall crafty plate
in the lake.
Comes the thot that Henry Thielens barbery
earliest of this ctys exponents in the grow
ing popularity of blue for Christmas. Long before
others, Hank, and presume aided by the now Mrs
r. (the former Mildred Bye, sported in his shop
window tree ornate with the cold gleam of blue
lights Unquestonably raised eyebrows from the die
hards who could see only red and green Christ
massy; but it brot lot of "oh's", WE'LL . :. Blue
it to gains favor here because of it's quail
ity of proximating Minnesota weather. There must
have been something about the days when you whoop
ed down into the hollow, with few strokes of the
axe had felled fine evergreen for the Christmas
tree. These artificial trees for table use in boxy
apartments have little appeal They make you feel
the house is small there's room for father only
at the first of the month. You gals had better
be good you'll find nothing in your stocking Christ
mas-but run. Your correspondent called the
Paul Mayer home the other morning along with half
a hundred others. seeking items.
little fellow there to his mother, us that Santa
CLAUSE" -. I must spike that rumor Immediately.
Nabors-Nearly three weeks ago Marjorie Taylor
was bed-ridden in accident. Young, active Mari
of course was not content with just lying. In
deed, she did not have to- Visitors poured in her,
so many that Mari made a game out of it and fine
keepsake when she recorded all the names the num-
ber of their visit and in some what present
they were responsible for. In 10 days the list
had grown to 80; last Tuesday it had stretched to
Ill. Still there are long hours when she must count
the spots Mrs. Taylors ceiling aspersions
tended; only Journalistic coorng) for lack of
thing to do. I'd say that speaks well for the
neghborliness of this town and for the apparent pop
uarty of Mari. And another instant that
people who live in larger places snort at times label
provincalisn1, and backfence gossip. Friday daugh-
ter born to Mr.. and Mrs. j. E. Krngen at about
10:30 p. But nine m. Sattidy you couldn't
tell anyone of it. They were already informed. f..
Friends and neighbors had flown to their telephones
to tell their friends and SO it had gone. It's that
sort or thing some like to mlSlnterpret malicious
gossip. But it's not. It's kindly interest (curious-
ity is only what others have) without which life
small town would be very dull-and really not
living at all.
OF People e-Ray Remster is getting long way
from smoking He's pulling pipe with Italian
briar bowl, and elongated stem from Missouri
meerschaum. Mrs. Sim Weiner who had to hur-
die out of the window in the fire of two years ago.
remembered the anniversary with something of a
twinge. And school nurse, Esther Bone former-
y Bon de Roche) all a-twitter the prospect of
a telephone in her office. Lulu Kresel used
to play not only violin but piano well. Mary
Markson once won spelling contest. Now lookit.
She's secretree to the secretree Of the Water Light
and Power And congrats the birth of fine
Irish lad to Mr.. and Mrs Jack Costello, in New York