The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1939-11-09

furry of riding off in all direction-the
port of the elite, my lad But Alex Benson
must've put his little blue touring away for he and
daughter, Olive, mushing home /. Pat Dubois
looking dapper-and hungry Chief op Lulu
Kriesel still bunding herself in her coat as she
rounds the bank corner. Yves Kohl loaded to
the gunwhaleS with the mawnin maitland his hat
down-brimmed, rakish movero. Ralph Ket-
tlewel the m. d., finds monday task in removing
tricycle. and playthings from the walk-perhaps for
the umpteenth time! Harry Knapp poddng on
pipe smoking. Ben Dubois, hard in the footsteps
OF ms father In the respect-that he resiss to the
last ditch climbing into overcoat. Walt lungs
CHEEKY swing down the lane.
Harley Forsyth at break-neck pace-probablv TO
get home the quicker to wiley and daughter, too,
now. It's busy hour at noon A fast pace
homeward-for it's lunchward, too. "A few
snatcnes OF reading, catches on the radio a chtter
chatter on what's passed in the day thus far-and
back to work. An hour off. An hours break in
the daily routine Then postlunch, and the road
Halloween is one of these days that turns the
thoughts of men to boyhood. They sink pleasant
y into the past; they sink into the aura of short
pants days and chuckle their deviltries
Ward Roberts and Win Gallup talking the
morning after last week Their boyhoods were
IN, the days of Gathering board walks and those
give em-a-shove- and-over-they-go. And Ward
chuckling the thot that a lad he spent an
entire day fixing board walk-after a few minutes
work night had wrecked it, . . They were the
walks with the eternal loose where the TOUCHES
waited for the dandy, the tght-fisted old meanie
to spring the board up in the passersby path.
They're melowed now those days. but they were
hectic in their reality. . They belong to an age
past For today the walks, the push 'em-overs
are done. But the newest thing is that youngsters
today find they have fun-not in devtry-but
in organized parties. They're just noisy just as
spirited today, but tie kids spirit is being pushed
into more constructive channels
Talk is that lot of stray cats have been dumped
in the city limits during the past few weeks-and the
city needs Pied Piper to draw them out. Sew
eral homes have reported strays whining at their
doors; the street is Uttered with them. Mrs Carl
Perry got Halloween present of when her son,
Dean, wouldn't let the homeless thing stay outside
in the cold Mrs Bill Stadtherr let in-now
wonders how to rid the house of it. subject
akin: Bob Dowswe cashed check at the Idle Hour
last week. Next morn prop Dean Kinsella found
mouse had chewed it to bits. trap forthwith took
care of the sichuashun
Best crack in a moon, picked up I've forgotten
where: If all after dinner speakers laid end
to end-t would be good thing.
Down in neighborhood the South Pine, (oh
oh, you knew it was coming) gang is near anniha-
ton. Once chattering, noisy group of young
sters who played along the street in the last block
of that dead end way is a thin-ranked remnant.
In the same week the gang, with loss of nine,
got terrific blow. The Ralph Steffes were first
to go with crew of six; then the Vic Nelson's with
three of the ranks. The outfit is at its lowest
peacetime strength in many years In summer
they made the neighborhod lively place with their
ball playing and the like. But spring enjoyed
them most Then, after winters Information at
least I rarely them the gang burst into flower
with the tricking of the Marbles jacks,
soshing around in the running drivuets-they were
the South Pine gang. OF course yet are the young
Holbrooks, Louis Brendon, the little Schwartzes,
young Misses Hershiser and Faulhaber. They're
a valiant bunch of lastanders But, if may,
the gang amt what it used to be. :. 1t to
of the tragedies of youth I remember in
my case the unwarranted parental disregard of
fellows gang. With no apparent reason, they
were always moving from some favorable neighbor-
hood to place where "a guy could never have any
fun" But somehow he always did,
Miss Lucy Hunt has become part of the Sank
Centre school system Heading the commercial de-
partment she is more than teacher-shes friend and
advisor to any and all students who seek her coun-
sci. Miss Hunt is entwined in the tradition OF
the high school, Longest in the service OF any OF
the high school teachers she somehow doesn't pass
into the limbo of forgotten teachers-the memory OF
her clacking typewriter department her keen inter
est in the hundreds of students who have been under
her lives strangely on in each. Hardly
student who has known her has ever forgotten her
It's a stirring tribute to life dedicated to youth,
I believe.
It was some years ago that Miss Hunt first
became class advisor to the senior class So popular
did she become with that first group that the one
coming up elected her to the post. Others fol-
lowed in quick order class after class elected hef
as senior advisor . :. Now it has become tradition,
an annual thing. It's of the strongest bonds
of principle the entire school today To her school
spirit is a real thng-through her students carry
out of school something worthwhile. This week
your columnst grabbed out of the mail bag letter
from Fay Domke, graduated here, who is now in
Honolulu. Out of school here since 33, Fay sig
nificantly asked, How is my friend Lucy Hunt
that school wouldn't be the same without her. she
is a grand person" You're right, Fay, and
hundreds others have felt that something in her
personality that is generated in many OF her stu
dents. . This isn't sentimental pish posh. It's
substantiated in the dropped remarks Fays-
of dozens of her former pupils
Fay is in his last year of college at the
University of Hawaii. It's great feeling he said
He's taking Hawaiian language this year besides
other more practical courses. I've been long
time getting here but don't regret having done IT,
I would never have been satisfied know"
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