The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1939-11-30

nearly each hour of the day. She look to the
Narrows where the fall haze paints purplish, misty
mural-or to the west where the setting sun drips
fiery stream onto the still of the lake. She told
| me these things. We looked out to naked trees;
dried, whitening grass smattering of ice along the
| lake shore hearth fire burns sprghtly before
| her.
She was telling me of sunset she'd seen A
| blue green sky; lake splashed in lavendar; and
above grinning down the scene, misty peach
clouds. There aren't many of you who would
stop to it. She has and has cultivated the art
of enjoying it. The hour between the dark and the
daylight in the half light of evening, she likes best
Trees are draped then in weirdy black shouettes
But there are things about the fall, other than
its color that have captured her. In the gray dark
days that pail the spirits of most of u.s. she finds
reverie. In the duck and pheasant dinners brought
hope this won't embarrass her. But wanted to tell
of it. It's not that it's unusual in ITSELF She's
not alone, for hundreds of Others handicapped one
way or another, have caught vision that has
kept them buoyant. But to me it's an inspiring
story-the story of outlook, fresh hope a spirit
on fire that enkindles everyone within reach.
This fall she and her family. usually off to Cali
fornia staying longer. She's determined they'll
stay until after the holidays. If doesn't come
for white Christmas, she's going to be nightly
disappointed. She's nature in the lethargy
of fall; she wants to it in the tumult of
ter. And in Minnesota she may at that.
Oops Sorry $1,000 sorry) Dept
For the j. v. Nelson's shall have to give party
show some other outward signs of my remorse.
Funny, how things CO. But mistakes will pile on
mistakes. AS finstances: week your columnist
called their family group of three boys; another
week shortly after he said they had bought the home
in which they live That's right, I'm wrong.
They have neither three sons-the number is two
have they bought the home. S'help me, it
my unlucky family this month. Step right up
who's next.
Picture quilt tied, oh quite neatly I'm sure,
with surgical knots. 1t happened like this Mrs.
A F. Moynihan was tying quilt and wanted help.
Now the DR.. is not one to sit around when others
are in need. He hastily enlisted found the required
knot akin to the surgical one he knows-presto he
did it. Like that. While we're in the medical
corps, DR.. J. F. Dubois gets seat the original
advisory council to the recently incorporated Mime
sofa Medical Foundation. And good luck.
Close call-Hundreds of people will wonder how
on an open crossing, car can be hit by a train.
Lynn Whitson had the answer satisfactorily given
last Friday evening-wth dear old experience but not
too dear, the teacher. Coming out of st. Cloud,
he came to the crossing, saw or heard no train drew
closer to the tracks. Of sudden screech split the
air, seemingly right side him. Lynn jammed on
the brakes, killed the motor and the rocked to
stop. The train whizzed by in Mack Sennett
finish Investigating Lynn found that the bumper
only inches of clearing the train!
They want things real today. We grow less and
less satisfied with suggestive limitations Take
playgong audiences for instance. For years. ever
since the automotve era, the sound of a horn honk-
ing off stage could conjure up visions of swanky
cars, down jelopes. The variation in the type
of achieved in u the play and the char
acters ITSELF and GU by the suggestive sound OF the
honk selected The old jelope carried raucuous
rant the of swank the long smooth tone of quail
ity. 1t was easy in those days. At the Junior
class play the other night, there was to be a car
in the scene Enterprising young scientists, eager
to revamp the thespian tme-worn technique of horn
honking, hit scheme. Subsequently not USED,
but indicative of train of thought They were
%s;I4 fha nink
up the sound the simplifying system, and shoot
it out to the audience in proper suggestive doses at
the cued time.
French aviator whose name can't even spell, on
your list the book of the moment It's the klnd
you'd like your shelf for those BROWSING moments
South of the Border" as the song that SENDS
your ears applauding.
Down at University hospital lies the former
Grace Clark. She's in iron lung coming along
all right presume but she's bound to be lonesome
Grace a cassmate of mine, and valedictor-
ian of that stellar (O group of scholars. Friends
who have seen her recently say she's coming along
pretty well. . In this season that naturally is
suggestive toward remembering others how about
some of you guys and gals Of that class OF hers writ
ing to her? Shes MRS. Elmer VoAniah ho"' : :
One of the three white girls born in this settle
ment is Mrs Maude Dewey and in the seventy five
years intervening she's been resident here.
Mrs Dewey won't for this bit of publicity but
because she's away to Canada I'm taking advantage
of her absence Perhaps because used to work for
her she'll forgive this intrusion into her private life.
At any rate, and others have noted it too, at
her age she's the sprghtliest woman I've ever known
At seventyfive she walks daily Her home across the
river is distance for the center of popula-
ton. What's more she doesn't saunter; she hikes
along at a merry clip. Some kind friend, she
want her name withheld has bestowed on Mrs Alice
Henshaw a telephone Her friends can call her now.
Mrs. Henshaw who the first librarian this town
saw, is also of it's first-rankng musicians she
sang and played for years, travelled with troupe
that produced Bohemian Girl" Her husband,
a printer by trade, violinist, lyric tenor.
He had appeared with the famed Lberat one OF
the worlds finest cornet virtuosos. feel kindly
toward Mrs Henshaw My first introduction to an
intriguing world of music came through her.
moved her lawn one summer in exchange Tor piano
lessons with which did absolutely nothing but wnet
NV appetite i. . 1t also my first job and set me
on a trail of lawn clipping that carried me all over