The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1940-02-01

voice and grave eyes, But they dance as he talks,
found when he came in to me the other day.
most of his work in the transmission end Of the
game Paul's out of the Navy now after four
year enlistment term. There's a bit of an angle
in those last days with the defending force of Uncle
Sans preparedness. Some days ago while his father
lay dangerously ill here in Sank Centre, the family
here tried to contact Paul. By telephone they
secured the Naval posts on the west coast learned
he had put out to aboard the u s. S. Tennes-
see. {. The message taken, radoed to the
ship. Oddly is that Paul himself, usually out
in the transmission room, happened into the operat-
ing room. He transcribed the message intended for
him. He explained that traffic is regularly re-
layed to ships at from the bases. Aboard ship,
they intercept messages take those intended for the
ship. Pauls plans to base his next move on
his radio work He hopes to get into civil service .
Young Dickie Markson has breezed into the
fraternity to become the city's youngest publisher
and probably youngest in greater scope than that
His efforts the more unique when it's learned
his sheet is family paper. He put it out one Fri
day, working laboriously on the single copy Ihen
the copy was placed in obvious spot so the fam
ily could scarcely help seeing it. When Dickie
isn't busy putting out his own sheet he's delivering
less important papers for Minneapolis publishers
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Over the graves of p B. Hanson and DR.. Knute
Hanson and others who the forebearers OF
Donald of this city, and Dr. Malcolm of Minneapolis
are beautiful wreaths. They're OF those winter
time decorations that lend color to otherwise drab
plot A certain red berry, whose fiery CLEAN is
tossed about by the sunlight, are natives of Norway
They were brought back from last summers visit to
Europe by DR.. Malcolm.
In spite of all our mania for record-keeping it's
strangely true that in development many of the
points that truly insignia of civilization will
be lost to generations to come. Musically speak
ing at one time the monograph represented the
only medium through which music came into the
simplest homes in the richness of real artistry
For years families stored up libraries of favorite
inOc hon A
tangled box that grabbed music, talking, plays out
of the atmosphere began to be talked Of Then
came the day when this uncanny bit Of ingenuity
became the property of nearly everyone. Radio
moved into major industry; its receiving set clam
ored in every home. For time the old phono-
graph, almost completely neglected, sat in the
corner. 1t soon moved worthless piece of
furniture. Libraries of recordings trundled
to the attic If a family moved, invariably the rich
collections forgotten behind. Why not? Wasn't
the radio here to stay? Couldn't it bring to the
world the finest in music? Wasn't it much handler
to move than the photograph and its collection of
records? =. So the world grabbed a new broom and
swept this relic out of the picture neatly done
as housewife in her kitchen No whisp of dust
remained. But it found that the voices of the
old masters stilled. Funny, we never thought
of it. Radio served and is serving its purpose
WELL But you couldn't turn the radio back to
replay the piece you liked well. 1t had less perm
anence than the old discs you tossed on the phono
graph and while a needle scratched you sat back
to listen again and again. Today most homes
without collection of records or anything on
WHICH pay Dut IHe SHoIC-SiSHleuIcSS VI I-e
collective is being made up for. New type phono-
graphs supplementary to the radio are being manu-
featured The sale of patters today has hit new
high. Even here record sales up Vic Conklin
was telling me he has of those broadcasting
monographs. It's mechanism is small crystal
broadcasting station Play it, tune the radio to its
frequency and utilities all the powers of the radio
for dynamic reception, for rumbng bass and trill-
ing treble. Vic says he's saved some of his old
ones, the records that used to be in many homes.
. For Christmas he gets the library added to.
With the rich boom in this part of the industry
perhaps the records will not fade entirely It seems
that things generally work out. For time
we're blinded by something new, something differ
ent. But someone always heals our infirmity in
the nick of time.