The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1939-06-22

looking from the west over Sank Lake. He promptly
named it SCOTS Blun'-and lot of em thought
that's what it would be. But Scott made it good.
Only visible sign that man had erected before was
a small garage on the back of the lot. Onto
this virgin piece of akeshore three years ago this
summer stepped Scott with a hammer some boards,
nails and accompanying accoutrements. He set to
work in his spare time which was every available
minute during the warm seasons and now three
years later rises of the incest, chubby little
cottages on the lake. Il drove every nail my
SELF says Scott proudly and rightly It's exterior
is white with green trim, and it's shngling job gives
that flavor of English antiquity with its staggered
lines. Granite pieces form stoops for there is no
porch. Porches useless, observed Scott when he
started, the ample living room is welllighted
with groups of windows facing the lake. The yard
is sprinked with trees and shrubs tiger lilies and
other flowers. To the left is little bayou, COM
pletely severed from the lake, where on rough days
when the lake angrily ticks at the bluf his boats
rock idly on calm waters. To the right is swamp,
half of which is his own where future plans call
for sunken garden. Within the cottage Is one
of rustic simplicity. The kind of place where a
pipe a stretch in an easy chair seem just the thing
to do. The living room is large thanked with
three bedrooms large enough AT one END huge
double fireplace multitude OF purposes MAX
ing that fireplace is the only thing Roy didn't put
his hand In the first place that fireplace really
heats. One fire pit yawns out into the living ROOM
the opposite one to a small niche that might be
calling dining room. The huge square OF brick
serves too a partition between the two parts
of the long without actually cutting them on
The obvious advantage is circulation. clean sweep
of air can be commanded through the living room
front windows right out through the two windows
behind the fireplace. paneled ceiling adds to
vintaged lamps that will day hang in brackets
about the room, odd knick knacks litter the four
way mantel the fireplace. Scott has busted
himself at auctions and private sales picking up Ola
clocks walnut reed organs, old dresser, or
lions paw table. But more than these outward
signs, it represents a dream come true III some
thing I've always wanted" Scott puts it. Now
can come out here, park my feet higher than my
head and say, this is mine" His only regret
is that it wasn't done fifteen years ago. before the
youngsters grew up too much. Mrs Scout TOO mas
her love for the place She thinks it's SWELL doesn't
want to it, and the fact that Roy himself buiit
it, adds to her feeling Today the outlay could
easily bring its owner two and half times his IN
yestment in actual cash outlay. But between you
and me and this little old ypewrter-all the wealth
of Solomon the magnficence OF the princes Oh
India couldn't extract SCOTS Bluff from Roy Scott
Six months old Dennis Sean Costello, of
Sank Centres contribution to the announcing staff
of NBC in New York. wears medal that he'll
cherish in years to come. His father IS JACK,
of course who appears in this column from time to
time Jack has friend in Dublin, Ireland, who is
a correspondent. When he learned OF Dennis plrtn,
he promptly went to the Cathedral, procured a holy
medal. Then he took it on a pilgrimage 10 the
Mount of St. Patrick he went, to ST. Patrick's Pur-
gatory and other spots connected with irish legend
Blessed at these holy places the medal came three
thousand miles across the Atlantic to New YORK.
1t rests that tiny undershirt
Each year that passes finds vestges of the horse
and buggy days passing quietly from this midwest
ern city Hitchng posts watering troughs, disappear
as if quite by magic the auto steals in more and
more, RELOCATING the horse to it's confined areas on
the farms . . But one still remains. The last OF
the watering troughs At of that triangular
park near the Great Northern depot, its rotted
boards dried and cracked wait patiently its
cement foundation. Filled now with dirt, a rev
scraggly weeds it has gone the way of all those
things that pass into disuse. Forgotten, unused,
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when water dubbed into it's messy sides, and horses
drew up for long drink, and birds fitted about
for a cool bath warm day-it mad us use
A few years ago it's utility was somewhat revived
when it was converted into flower box, with
colorful array of blooms. Now into the DISCARD
it looks rather feebly at the presence or the new
4Lo oincrn on he IL.