The Sauk Centre herald., 1939-01-12

reached out into the wilderness like lone finger
cropping in the darkness for something unseen.
Joseph, wiry and active, built the first store
in Sauk Centre outside the stockade-because there
was no room within. He fished and hunted. Mrs.
Hall is like that too active keen In the early
years after Mr.. Capser moved his store downtown
site where the Merchants bank now stands, the
children-that included Mrs Hall-gave shows.
But not Jerrie alone aspires to famed pur-
suits. In the west, too is girl whom many know
Paula Winslowe-that's not her real name for
she's niece of Mrs. Hail. But Paula is a free
lance radio actress and good one. She has had
leading roles in Edward G. Robinson's radio show
big Town." An actress of five years standing,
she has appeared with such greats Al Jolson,
Eddie Cantor, with the Hollywood Hotel and the
Silver Theatre. The Joe Penner program is a
regular spot" for her. :. Robinson said of her.
"She could probably play the bass drum,
sate is She" So from a little home here, where
she resides all alone pictures, letters and clippings
move Mrs. Hall out to see some of the places she
never could go.
Nearing seventy years here, Mrs. Hall the
older ones passing as the years succeed each other
Sauk Centre changes. Have you travelled much?"
we asked That's what I'm kicking myself about"
she said "All the years Jim had pass on the rail
road, never got to go anyplace." When she
was wisp of girl she went to st. Joseph where
she attended the first class at st. Benedict's Aca
demy-housed then in old store building. Later
she went to ST. Paul to more schooling to return to
a
worked her fathers store, grew to know the towns
faces, to associate with the people At twentyfour
she was married 1T too hard to go after that"
But that granddaughter of hers is giving her the
best ride she's ever had
Rolng-Modernty ever will shunt out of the
picture the craftsmen of any line, and it dawned
suddenly the other day that the art hand rolling
cigarettes is thing dwinding in to the limbo of
forgotten practices. Jim Stanley was telling the
other sunup how his father used to roll them Driv
ing his team reins over arm clenched in his
teeth, he laid the paper over the back of his hand
With his free he poured from the pouch just the
right amount A quick flip of the hand, the
cigarette took form, quick lick Popped into his
mouth wonderfully tailored thing to smoke. :.
1t about as watched Larry McKinnon do
everything but stand his head to get together
and even then it was far from perfect job
1t occurs that the art is fading-largely because
modern wives don't like tobacco the carpet .
Ah, sing song of yesteryear.
A Year Begins-And your correspondent notes
these: Vern Soltau skating around the floor his
shop, with felt pads his shoes. Waxing floors
presume. Sim Weiner pressing his wife into
vice the biz inventory. &. Accost Mrs. Herb Sac
ger busily sorting last years receipts and bills.
And ditto for George Berggreen. The year begins
and clerks note how quiet is after the holiday rush.
Mistletoe hanging in the lumbah yard did one
L. Blycker good-or ill-so he says. Mary
Markson telling rib ticker about how new flannel
pajamas warm. She awoke in the morning
with different on-and shelp her doesn't know
how
And note from Vic Conklin down Flowerida
way-Miamah to be exact Deah' deah Vic what
a cutie of a card. All Vic wrote, folks,
Write your comment" On the front, well
pretty bunch of gals these eyes have ever
oggled. Thank you, veddy much Something
should be done about it: Hank Thelen has had only
picture taken of himself-that when he went
to work for Uncle Sam in the p. o. And personal
nomination for of frendlest women this ham,
let boasts: Mrs. r. E. Bushey.
ead'eads-It wasn't so many years ago-about
II or 18-that red-haired man strode nightly with
bold stroke into the literary world with a re-
sounding smack and pulled his hometown out of the
mre of insgnificance, boosted it to more than
pnpoint on the map. . . . The Sinclair Lewis
the town: Sauk Centre Now like returning
hero, Lewis ranks number publicity getter
for this hamlet during 1888. Along literary lines
and all linked up with the library where he found
his greatest adventure"
1t all started innocently when a red-hared lib
rarian wrote to the Lewis asked for autographed
copy of his Main Street" -. He complied with not
one but five books fast it left everyone here
aghast. Aghast because here the man whom
Main Street had nearly forgotten in a for 16
years-and the Main Street where only one person
had congratulated him when he was the Nobel prize
winner. Today the Lewis donations to the library
veritable landslide copy puller. Seeing
that the library valued his gesture, he sent more
enough shelf The reports of these gifts to
the library heralded up and down the land in
AP stories. Today the stock numbers 60 works .
It's been bit satisfying to know that this corner
played small part in instgating that plot. In
September 1887 this columnist broused through the
library for something to give the readers, ran
across the very undeniable fact that the library
owned-nor probably did-no autographed copy
Of its well known author. That Lewis had never
a
So this appeared in this column Strikes being
odd that the local library has not, and apparently
did not, have autographed copy of Lewis famous
work-or all Of his works" But that's as far as
went. We left the load to the librarian
Bernice Finnegan who promptly scratched note to
the Lewis-the results followed in November of the
same year. . . . 1t sounds like pretty bit of fantasy
stranger than fiction. . =.