The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1939-11-16

probably didn't care; but they went to work . :.
Each remembered that first morning. "You can
say for me-" said Carl looking the front window
of the PO that it just about the worst possible
day-cold and blizzardy." Val could remember
wildly. He had gone to Minneapolis with
finally able to get back to Sank Centre, after
abandoning the at Albany, at five ayem the
morning he went to work. And with fifteen miles
ahead of them, they got baptism under fire.
At the outset, though the route of about fifteen
miles daily was substantially the same the boys
didn't average more than $50 to 400 pieces of mail
daily. Maybe they had IT'S possible stops apiece.
Today it's grown that they average around 900
daily pieces of mail each, walk their fifteen miles,
and each has approximately $50 possible stops. Val
knew his to be exactly 1863 possible stops :. He
also knew that this job Of walking takes some shoe
leather, and in the twelve years he's learned pair
of soles will average two weeks wear.
You get to know job in twelve years. You get
to know lot Of things outside the job but adjacent
to it. Carl and Val got to know which dogs are
bothersome, that Thursdays, Fridays and Mondays
when they'll average a good 1000 pieces of mail
the heaviest days. They've watched the business
steady Encouragement that is part of a commun-
ity. The change that suddenly one day you notice
complete. You get to wondering how many
miles you've walked; how much mail you've deliver
ed; what messages you've brought.
What messages they've brought? They're the
they've brought-especially the open face 'ove,
Mary" and the wish you were with u.s. variety.
Val seems to have escaped much of this notoriety,
Carl has collected plenty Like the time he told
Clint Childs at the depot his son was coming home.
Of course, Mr.. Childs knew nothing of it. How
could he? Carl had just delivered the card that
morning to his home But most amusing is the
time Carl delivered a card to Frank Parker just be-
fore Christmas Next morning Carl got the card
back; wrong address. Gosh, that guys a rotten
writer" said Carl observing the card for Frank
Bunker, co-worker. And the next instant he recog-
nized it as his own Val makes mistakes too, and
the p M. is convinced he must need glasses. The
carriers smugly convinced that postmaster Du-
Bots assistant p. Scott can't stand the inspec
ton gaff of their pace for full day. Which is open
to controversy.
So Carrs familiar whistle goes bouncing up and
down the avenues; and Walls springng stride treads
the same old blocks bringing hundreds of pieces OF
mail to those little black boxes And those little
boxes have become an extra room in the homes OF
Sank Centre-a room where guests may come.
Today may be a birthday, but the men of letters
like any other day go marching OF into new year
There's little angle on this building being RACED
| for the new postofce site. The building was built
! in 1882 by Jane Woodward. It's demolition re-
minded railroad man Frank Parker that he still owns
violin that the property of the Wood
| wards-and it's very fine one. In Sundays
Minneapolis Tribune PACED one of the rotogravure
section is picture by Norton and Peel of chrysan
| themums and another blossom, girl She is the
daughter of Rev. and Mrs Henry Soltau and niece OF
| Vern of this city. She met the photographers in
VINO TOOK ner last week 10 CHIySaHtne
mum show to shoot the picture.
| When Miss Ethel Wnslow very little girl
| she was given rng-her first ring. And thereby
hangs a tale. It's little gold band, and 1t was
one 4th of July soon after she had 1t. Tired ant
grown irritable, children will she knew of no othe
| way at the moment to voice her wrath other thar
to bite the ring Her mother fastened to straightei
| it, applied it to the finger again. and again thu
| young Miss bit 1t. This time for keeps TIT
| ring was put away, the years rolled on A week o.
two ago, Miss Winsow was having the ring straight
| ened to give to a cousin of whom she is very fond
| But the sight of that ring brought visions of TIVE
vvidlyremembered spankings all on one 4th of Jul!
| This corner doesn't specialize in home spul
| poetry nor will we. But this one woven around thu
| moving day theme, is quite an expression OF tn
| trvialities that make the day hectic bit OF tur
| buence even in the best regulated homes It's writ
ten locally on an actual occasion, and here 1t is
Ho hum, come on get up, say,
You cannot lie abed all day,
For this is moving day for us
Come on, it's Just to cuss.
Where's your safety razor, dear?
I think packed 1t over here.
1t isn't there?-well let me
| It's here-just where said 'twould be-
| Why isn't breakfast ready yet?
| Now, dear don't get in such a fret
| Wen stop downtown for just bite
Go on and Yell just won't fight.
There's the moving van outside
| Well hurry up, and let's decide.
| Let's go to mothers then to eat
I know that's always quite treat