The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1939-07-06
The Common-tater
by Chuck Rattle
What Happens in a Town Like This
By Chuck Rattle


You might see youngish-looking-though his hair
is that softened grey-Frank Konop and the more
youthful portraiture of himself Billy trudging down
the street together Or you might find the lad at
the depot dispatching a few errands at Dads COM
mand But should you turn up at Comiskey Park
in Chicago July 9th, you would see them together
drinking in what to Billy-and Frank too for that
matters one of the high points of the summer =. .
There amid the fanfare that compliments big league
baseball, the two, front row seated, perhaps both
drinking a bottle of pop, will see a double header
with the White Sox meeting Detroit . These are
no ordinary baseball fans. For once each summer
now the two head for Chicago to see big league
stuff Last year when Billy 10 the trip was
birthday present that would send any thirteen
year-od cub pop-eyed. Frank is teegrapher
by trade and because Billy may someday wish to
get into the field the two have been working at
Billys lessons Now with two years practice behind
him on the rhythmic keys that to the layman is only
tumble of metallic clicks, the 14year-old Billy has
become quite proficient He showed me a sample
the other day of his receiving. He checked with
Dads proof reading, and I marveled well because
Morse code. It'll never do him any HARM" quoth
Frank And the thot struck. There's together
ness-father and :. y.
Ed Kells, son of the local attorney looking
too pale for Cafornaddct. Reason is he's
been doing night work some experiments that
lead to an invention, in which he elaborated with
others And on accounta which he is here to
peddle.
All summers day-Roy Scott, who will not
be actngmajor this year but the real Mccoy in his
own right at camp Ripley, offering anything for
the little piece his cottage week ago. "PIl keep
that long time" he chortled, felt pricky
with pride. The cool breezes of the morning turn
ing too soon to heated gusts. Bill Parker in light
weights looking very masculine with pipe and in
earnest converse with two farmers. And Bob
Malloy, who is the towns traven'est travelling sales
man peddling Malloys gaskets to the far of
this nation puhsonnaly, back in town. And pleased
to find Pne-south Pine mind you-having it's face
lifted with tar mat And tyke toddling down
the street clad but in sunsuit and holster carry
ing very dangerous cap pistol. A mushroom
like emergence of those Frank Buck hats including
PWAs watchdog -the-school p. NJ Olsen and Lloyd
Blycker but precluding yours truly. Kids clad in
little clothes they only little more notice
able than their upper lips Frank Parker telling
of the rains at Birch Lake heaviest in years, with
gestures. Elmer Hylaman, pausng just long
enough to mop heated brow, breaking into grin,
cracked: Think it'll thaw the southside today"
Frank Bonaime, his white hair and hat merging,
looking duecedly COOL And the thought follows that
women usually do. Bruce Elliott lounging luxur-
iantly, holding up of the desk at the NIGHTS
Nashnu, Gene Bohall enters the door all smiling.
And Ed Nathe, yelling out of the cage, don't
want to talk about tornadoes" don't know to whom
he speaking to. And Eddie also recalling
how Dick Sweetman former, used to write letters