The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1939-10-05


Or you trot into George Berggreens and find
him standing there doing much of nothing How
you get into it you don't know but suddenly he has
you all interested with flick into the past. He's
telling how in nearly every business house on the
street years ago, everyone wore sleeveless Those
black protective creations, that cuffed the whited
shirt sleeve to the elbow, and snapped into place
with a resounding slap. And you find that in
those days. of changed collars often but not
their shirts. And there's a nostalgia bit of that
glimpse, for you these well-dressed lads prim
in their arrival and exodus from the shops. Yet
muscled down to work during the office hours. !.
Nowadays just hike the sleeves to the elbows;
at night toss the shirt. tails collar and ALL down the
hatch.
And then you ankle into the Corner drug store,
and you get talking fire. And prop Don Hanson
is reminded of that awful December day in 1886
when he didn't think thered be bottle left in the
biz because the fire sweeping in. You learn
the firm is 81 years of age, that it never did have
fire. You can see it going down the line from father
to son. And you can conjure up visions of the same
Don, who under his Dad, lugged drinking water and
ice for the sode fountain. Some days l hauled
many 80 pals" he said. They carried it from
the pump behind the Palmer House. And by put
ting two and two together you right away the
modern palng the old days.
You're hauling your creaking frame up the Main
Street hill from the N. p. depot to the Merchants
National Bank, and right in front of the Nelson
laundry, you run into Frank Parker. Frank collars
you and you're Immediately interested in his tale.
Will Nottage, who came to town last week from
Oregon, and Frank were old day crones. Years ago
when Frank was captain of the Sank Centre Red
Socks Will was sports reporter, even as you
Ways. So in out-of-town games the two would HE
forth in Franks buggy to the game. And then you
find out too that Frank and Will spent evenings
together. Will worked on the newspaper and eve
nings when they'd put out the paper, Frank would
go over and help Will turn the hand press Last
week when Will popped in, he tried to surprise
Frank, but he knew him. They hadn't seen each
other in 80 years! You can bet it was Homecoming
full of pleaSantries.
If you haven't got anything out of all that, you
mosey farther and you find a tale that recurrs
oftener than often. The about the man who lived
here years ago. And altho the boys on the
stem are secretive about who it was (perhaps they
aren't sure), you learn that the gentleman went
through twenty thousand bananas in little over
year. Not nickel left, they tell. Idle rich? That
boy was buster than a holding a rattlesnake
Or you go farther and something will
remind you that Bernie Robischon is the young fell
low who has kicked new life into haf-century old
business, in the Sank Centre bottling company. And
you can find out further, if you'll ask, that he and
his wife have begun an interesting hobby based on
that business They're collecting bottle labels, and
the collection mounts Or drop in on Bill Wruck
mention hunting, and he might tell you something
like this. 20 years ago Bill bought gun. He never
shot it though he intended to- After a month of
possession he sold it. D'yaknow he's never owned
one to this day. Or if you want to draw odd
coincidence think that June Ellis schools new ply
educator rooms at the home of Mrs Emma A. Ellis
No relative of course, and the only ones in the
hamlet bearing the name we believe. You can
find out that Ben Otte is of the few farmers in
this precinct who have stuck to tobacco raising
Contrary to popular opinion, climate is good here.
With three in he finds it good cash crop.
And talk of airpanes if you want to. Frank
Unger, former ocalad now in st. Cloud has his own
plane. His son, Tommy, is following right along
playing earnestly with model ships
And then after barging around the street. you're
back in your own shop. You'll find real color in
the Irish, sOyear-old Jim Flynn. For him time be-
gan-and will probably end-on st. Patricks Day.
:. So about fifteen years ago when he subscribed
to the Herald he started his subscription on, you
guessed it, March 18th. . Last week he was in
again and the date stamp still reads ST. Patricks
Day. Or you run across a success story part
one, like this. A few years ago Dudley Morse was
high school lad quite interested in the construction
of model airplanes. Today, he's at Randolph Field
Texas the army's largest air training school Per-
haps he'll be flier; perhaps he won't But the
moral is: Sometimes it pays to tinker
And you find out of what humor education is
made Of teacher is teaching history, and she's
pointing out the rigdness of the old Puritan church
men. How with stick, feathered at one end, and
knobbed at the other the deacons kept those inclined
to slumber awake She put it this way: He'd hit
the men on the head with the knob and the women
on the other end with the feather Amid outlaws
from a willy class. And the English teacher dis
cussing Alexander Woolcott asking Did you ever
see Woolcott in shorts?" S'help me it did hap
pen here!
There are items of the fused up groom from the
marrago-round but here's a topper. John MacDer-
mond and Carl Fischer have been buddies for years.
So at the wedding Saturday in Grand Rapids when
Carl and Olive Murphy were made one, John was
the grooms choice. John had trouble in packing
and dressing for the ceremony found he had every
thing-everythng but white shirt. There he was
with only soft gray flannel until combing the town
located that fit. Going back to that Rotary
meeting we talked of before DR.. Barkers advice to
Carl is worth passing along Don't" he said lever
both get mad at the same time" There was
genuineness thought, when Carl turned to the club
WITH Thanks, fellas, helluva lot"
And then you're the rounds once more and
you're in Steve Schwarzbauers Mart And since
wild rice becomes important item this season.
he shows it to you. Which launches DR.. r. O.
Vandesteeg on an entertaining discourse on how he
watched Indians harvesting the rice near Walker
He got the biggest kick out of watching the bucks
threshing the crop. Threshing methods as old as
the world, stomping by foot and airing to the wind
When he Them he says, stomping kept up
sng-song chant that jargon to him. Wild
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