Askov American. [volume] (Askov, Pine County, Minn.) 1914-current, 1939-09-14
Congratulations
Askov American
AndBest Wishes F.!
By NJ. BULLS, Sandstone.

continuation of your very success
full newspaper editing; may you
continue to grow and serve the COM
munity in the future as in the past,
in the splendid manner in which you
have been doing it.
Twenty-Five years is a long time
looking ahead, or behind Many
things must necessarily come and go.
My good wife and l celebrated about
two months ago our 50th wedding
anniversary, having lived in the coun-
ty and community practically the
entire time, and as you, my dea, Edi-
tor would say, this reminds me-"
Looking back to a time before your
paper entered upon its career, this
community was forest magnificent
in its grandeur and logging was the
chief industry. WEIGH and Donovan
had large camp on Kettle river just
above the new bridge over Kettle
river on highway 66; they employed
about 800 men. These men were
not on 8-hour days; the first crew
was out at 2 a. m, the last crew in
at l a. m. The chief toter, Mac
Malloy, was often, if not daily, in for
freight by a. m. He would call me,
Bulls, Bulls, get up; Tim wants
that beef" $50 quarters, 8 tons). Cali
right, I'll be right over" and we
loaded the beef on his big logging
sleds with four horses pulling. Off
he went and back again before seven,
still dark. l wasn't working 8-hour
days. He wanted groceries that
time.
Early Hardships Recalled.
This was in the good old days of
prunes in sacks of 100 pounds, not
in our one or two-pound cartons,
sugar in 100-pound sacks, lard in So
pound cans, tea and coffee in cad
dies, everything wholesale. When
this load was loaded, while it was
still dark, Mac often brought in a
box or a sack, saying Tim sent this
in with his thanks and appreciation
and said for you and the Missis to
come out for dinner and get the best
meal you ever sat down to-" eve
did go, and it was). My pay for
"a hours a day per month was $45
as agent of the Eastern Minnesota
Railway, so you see Tim was help
ing out on the low cost of living.
This camp was one of Fl that
hauled their supplies from the Sand
stone railway depot and by good
luck and graciousness they couldn't
all get in so early, but Mac and Tim
were princes in disguise and I'd do
the same thing for them again; but
as time went on the beautiful trees
were hauled to the river and in the
spring they drove down to Saltwater,
were sawed up and sold to the con-
sumers at SIS to So thousand; love-
ly white pine, leaving the stumps
and slashings which made fine fuel
for the great fire of 1894. Of this
fire l need say nothing, as most of
you readers know much, if not all
about it. The then Partridge station
remained until some of the Danes
(they are good people, bless their
hearts,, came and looked over the
stumps, black as they were, and de-
cided This looks good to us, all but
the name. Partridge, Partridge, what
a name! Let's think up a name that
means something to U.S." So Askov
was born, a lively child, and now
grown to sedate, modest, but beau
tiful successful Daneland.
Birth of the Paper.
In its early days, my friend HAL
mar Petersen, modest appearing
young man, decided Askov needed a
paper, and he said to me, "I'll plant
a paper they will be proud of some
day" 1 said, eff anybody can do it,
you can," and so he did Now, are
you not proud of it? am. We are.
The Askov American is well spoken
of everywhere it is known. 1t just
grows and grows, and as Major
Bowes says, where it will end, no
body knows"
In its early days it was my pleasure
to be much with Hjalmar in en-
deavoring to build up this northern
and eastern part of Pine county.
Excuse me, Mr.. Editor, but "this re-
minds me-" Do you remember,
HjaImar, the morning called you
before a. m. to make a trip to
Cloverton? We expected to reach
there the same day by starting early
We took off the curtains from our
Ford touring car so we could see
when it became daylight. Roads
were, shall say, bad? No, they
were worse than bad, but business
was good. We got to John Richards
place in the afternoon, and after re-
freshing ourselves and the Ford, we
pressed on. We did reach Cloverton
that night, but so late that only one
light was burning in town and it was
not a welcoming light, as we found to
our sorrow.
Business Was Good.
Well, Mr.. Ford made an excellent
hotel, as well as transportation
company, and in the early morning
moved south toward Markville. That
day was well spent in taking sub
scriptions to the Askov American and
writing life insurance for John Han
cock. l saw his signature in Wash
ipoton last winter and / knew if