The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1940-01-04


as district manager and representative And Jim
Caughren, the lad with the artistic touch, has been
commissioned to work on the loge of the Capitol
theatre in New York incidentally the film house
of the Major Bowes). But relatives here say
there's foundation for published account that
be gets five thousand for the deal The work is
being done for the opening of the much-pubcized
Gone With the Wind" in N. Y. +. missionary
who talked here not so long ago in China Her
husband was professor in the University of Fenchow
The spot is the same where Cliff Domke started his
two years in the Orient. When she looked at some
linen he brought back 10, it had from the very
district she had worked. And design she
herself had taught to the natives It's old now,
but Mrs Ward Roberts called here that wouldn't
miss the rainbow December 18th. And thanks.
So far as Ward Roberts Gust to keep the family
together is concerned the finest poetry written
is Edgar Guests I'm Going Home For Christmas"
Give Al Parker apron, bowl and a spoon
and he's very honey in the Kitchen Says he likes
it just heaps G. H. Vandesteeg all other when
he forgotten the first time in heaven knows when
to wind the master clock You'd get a bang
in seeing the expert way Harley Forsyth carries his
new daughter around Just like in the big hospitals
The Bryant Library circulated more than 1000
volumes in the month of November alone! Take
a peek at that old REQ that reposes in Bill Otto's
towed it home, he neglected to remember its chain
drive. And forgetting to disengage it, cost him
new set of gears. But it chugs along
Chopper-The man choppng wood on a wintry
morning while newly-laid fires bristle indoors angriy
against the all night cold is a scene. E. His sill.
"A
sky grinnng in pale morning light. The steey
ring of the The sharp crack of cloven wood in
the charged air is staccatoed to shotke sounds.
1t scene from rural Americana that today
is being hurried out of the picture more and more
in these small towns. At time, when wood
pile important as today's bridge table, it was
a wintry morning chore. One to warm the blood
and freeze the hands -. A man and his wood pile
So This Is Main Street
Where the lake. like smuggling puppy, laps
the very feet of the town by summer Fondng the
towns tootsies-and freezing them by winter.
Where water crashes the dam in sing song
in the spring. Where the st. Paul's
Church is twelve feet Highland looks like twelve
inches in the distance. Where no one can tell
tales like the OGaras. =. Where Sank River snakes
soggy toward the Father of Waters.
Where the boys hunt few days of the year-talk
it the rest Where your coumnist telephone calls
pleasant breaks in the day-except Thursday.
Where Sam Reed has lived in Hoboken for fifty
years. Where Hoboken, incidentally, is almost
community apart blocks from the town proper
except for the stragglers between. Where the
railroad roundhouse is oblong. Where they tear
down two elevators in one year-removing old land
marks-and build new one-modern as Holly
wood. Where the fire bell, that meant liberty to
many, sold for junk. And some years after it's
services outdated But where only two
years ago they tried a revival of the old curfew
ordinance But nine o'clock to kids today is the
middle of the afternoon. Where the City Park
was once a desolute piece of sand with haf-burned
brewery its only occupant. Where twenty years
ago the boys took catches of 80 and 40 northern
pike lust like that . . Where today, because of it,
you can't do it-just like that. Where the under
ground crossing has been dangerous Fairgrounds for
kids for long Where one block on Main Street
is exclusively manned by filling stations Where
basketball is 35-year-old sport. Where Harold
Gray and Pete Mchels have more fun giving each
other the razz than any two boys on the street
Where there are nearly many organizations as
people Where the hills toss back the splendor
of the setting sun. Where the water tower is
landmark . . Where the old Keller home speaks of
an ornate splendor of another era But was less
modern than the smallest home today in the city
Where outside wells have nearly passed from the
nicture but few mute pumps rust in their ideness.
Where the girls prettier. On deflnltey.
And where Main Street Confucius Ito borrow WIN
chellism) says: Better to like your town than TO
lick it!
Amateur flying in the next five years is going
to take terrific upturn, the boys say. And it's
predicted that every young fellow with the extra
change to take the preliminary lessons will be hand
ling stick instead of steering wheel. Amateur
flying has really taken a BOOM And than often
they branch off into something bit practical
Red Flower and G.. Lew Ingram are the two most
notable examples of Sank Centre products in flying.
But following Dudley Morse, with the Army,
Bill Parker with 100 hours in commercial,
Willis Dahlem in amateur with eleven hours. 1t
isn't pioneering anymore they Flying is pretty
well established, not only means of transporta
ton, but a sport well. Hundreds in the cities
take the eight hours instruction. In both Alex and
Glenwood last year there flying lessons avail
able You expect one day someone to barge
in here with. Frank Unger in ST. Cloud owns
his ship. Dahem says they handle almost as
easy automobiles. All you need is good judgment
for distance He laughed over his first landing.
He leveled off about ten feet off the ground bounced
her. gave her the gun and took off again He re-
peated that twice and then with fools luck set down
in three point landing. Scared? I asked him.
g. II too busy
Life does have its complexities When Anton
Nelson was very young man, he set out to find
job. He asked if they were hiring men. Sure" was
the reply, we're hiring men but not boys" In
other words he was too young. Not long ago he
tried to get job Sure we're hiring plenty Of young
men. He was too old. Anton 70
Christmas Day.