The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1940-12-05

clientele. Where DR.. Moynihan engineered his
Waits interest in sports by stuffing the sport
pages in front of the kids in early years
And he isn't sorry. Where is the home of S.
Lewis who kicked up the highest literary wind in
is that quality that has talking with his assoc
iates-instead Of about them. Where you can
stay in your shirt sleeves long as you can stand
it. Where the City Council buys snow plow-
and even that doesn't make it quit showing. In
which time, dawdling pleasantly races now
hand chasing hand on the clock. Where the
Main Street philosopher says: Add "t to all your
"boos" for the home town!
Mrs. Dewey O'Gara called the other day and
said, Check up the number of resident owned
homes along Main Street" 1t had never dawned
on u.s. but Immediately the salient factor flashed
before In mild sort of way we have made
survey Counting on our thumb and forefingers)
and we find this to be evident: along the street
both sides, from the underground crossing north
town to the highway where Sank Centre be-
gins creeping out of the valley, home owners resd
ing in their own houses do prevail generally
According to our count there but renters in
the described Several Of them are recent
purchases. And the whole is indicative of certain
trend in which jewellers, with comparative security
in remaining here, have scrambled aplenty to buy
homes
Plaguing one group of Christmas buyers is what
to get for the lad in the National Guard. For
80 men in the outfit going to be indicted into
Federal service come January Bird. And the deal
is that usual Christmas gifts don't seem to fit so
Ao~-A-~'
Armistice Day storm stories still float around
like ghosts out of hectic past Latest one to
these ears is about the Minneapolis party who came
for the weekend to the east shore cottages Birch
Lake. Hitherto unsettled, these cottages this sum-
rustled for the first time the virgin stretch of
that shore. Into the cottages for several miles
goes only barely navigable trail for cars To the
west is the water Of Birch Lake. The storm hit
They trapped. Only by faintest chance did
someone on the other side Of the lake remember
1olrA x,of wat ~, Tho
storm, went these people by rowboat where they
found among the party an elderly couple and ILL.,
They brought them back across the lake. They re-
turned to Minneapolis Their car is there until
Spring.
There's the heroic tale of farmer out here.
A story haven't been able to verify. Wed
be glad to have its participants verify it for
AS the storm howled In its furry the farmers along
with the other children in school, Fearful lest
they start out he started for the school, His truck
begged down; he got help from another farmer who
started out by sled Farmer number one led the
way foot in the teeth Of the gale. With night
closing in and visibility lower than the basement
ceiling, they couldn't find the schoolhouse. Bat
tered about by the wind the farmer finally dropped
to his knees to keep going Lost, bewildered not
knowing what to do, he had of those fortunate
accidents that straightens things out. He bumped
his head. What his head bumped the swing
in the yard of the school, Within the students
huddled and safely.
It's to be a more truly American Christmas this
year than before In most gift shops the entire
of merchandise is American product. Toy and
Christmas trimming dispensers are most jovial
For the first time this year they able to offer
larger stocks Of American-made items than ever
before :. The cheap tinsel of Japanese-made toys
is nearly gone; the German controlled monopoly
Christmas tree fragile glass trimmings Is nearly
done. . America has called out it's reserve; gone
to work We talked with dealer the other day.
He pointed to the heavy guage toys; to the
rubber made items; to the use of the new pastics
-. He most enthusiastic about the first Amer
can-made Christmas tree balls. What's more he
pointed out the American product is far superior to
the others-and costs comparatively no more.
Yet out of the rejoicing is note Of melancholy
strangely discordant in the Christmastde It's part
Of the dross of war.
Mrs. John Whtson Is a slight lady with hair
white as karara and with the soft look of petals
as 1t piles about her crown. Her face blooms into
soft wrinkles when she laughs. And she laughs
often. We talked with her not long ago and
interested in her viewpoints. At seventy-seven
she finds strange juxtaposton of current thought
with that of her own In early years. She shows
keen interest In, but far from alarm over, youth
today. That interest ceners in her grandchildren,
but extends in wider scope quite generally. 1t
antecedes modern youth, goes back to her girlhood
Cora Erwin when she lived in the rolling country
Of northern New York. She was reared during
that era Of America when queter living more strict
adherence to certain dscplines of Christianity
intensely lived. It strictly forbidden that any
work Sunday. Her mother prepared Sunday
meals on the preceding day; the family sat down
to Sunday meals certainly less lavish than those of
today, cold. {. thought she talked rambling
back the years with the that comes to one
Of some age, what struggle it nuts be for one to
adjust thought, to tune 1t contemporary. She
has done admirably. She finds practices today and
the youth Of today strangely different from those she
knew intimately. But she accepts without condem-
nation. +. &. She has mastered that adjustment.
She does not know care to judge whether or not
today's practices right wrong. She knows
only they different strangely at odds with those
things she taught.