The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1940-01-25
sAUK CENTRE HERALD, Sank Centre, MINI.

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time ago when this column mentioned the Main
Street neighborhood club, the observation drawn
that it one, apart, and alone in a great of
present day indviduasm that shunting the neigh
borhood out of the picture. Plainly, that's un-
true The neighborhood club hasn't gone with the
basket social 1t was only sitting quietly by with
its sewing basket. May say my faith in neigh
borhoods and it's pleasant patter is restored to full
flower
Thoughts that popped up-Joe Kane is a sunny
sort of fellow. . Slot machines went pfft in the
county-again! :. It's high time the word glamorous
s relegated to something distaseful that along
with the shirtless 30s. It's sound makes physically
i'll. :. Cy Burke has the curliest hair. Praises
be this is a democracy. Mandy Hanson says she's
never been in the column-soo here she goes! And
happy landing, Mandy. And thanks to Grove
Wills, the Eveeth Clarion publisher for his pleasant
word souvenir.
vignette of Romance-He a young fellow
and about to commit himself of those life
time partnerships. He had come to the jeweler to
order the ring. From his pocket crumped piece
of paper with which he had encircled her finger
told the size. But the jeweler was puzzled 1t
was terribly large. The jeweler questioned him, but
the lad only pointed out that the paper had fitted
neatly around the damsels finger. So the ring
sized. The jeweler awaited. The young fellow
came back, disappointed. 1t didn't fit-too big.
What you do about t?' he asked of the jeweler
:. One of those devilsh wrinkles crept into the eye
I suggest is that you find girl with a finger
large enough" Came the puzzled, but willing
reply: "Of hand don't know any"
Clarence Proell leads double life. BY day he's
farmer and worker. By night he leads one of
those small orchestras that awake the pastoral scene
to new gaity when the curtain of night rolls down
the closing acts of the day. I don't pretend to
know how musically perfect this piece old and
new time band is that Clarence has. But for the
moment I'm interested in Clarence; for he points
that otha rural have trOd
=. Clarence classmate of mine in high school
here 1t seemed at that time that music was farthest
from his thoughts. In fact, he now tells, the
farther was away from music in school-the better.
Just why he didn't know. But there 1t was
Today that alergy has about faced to real yen to
play His orchestra plays three or four nights week
ly. He himself doubles the atmospheric concer-
tina, the reedy accordion. 1t all began about
four years ago, when suddenly he was seized with
yen to moan on the squeeze box. He bought small
one, and through the countryside he went to these
rural house parties . That was the beginning.
Since then he banded others with him, took few
lessons, picked up the concertna on the side and
swings out Justify on the Americana strains
that is old time music, the more gusty tempos of
modern swing. . There's another fellow out here
that is making music his pastime Clayton Carpenter
is both farmer and musician. He's the top pccolo
man that has hit this hamlet in a long time Clayt
began his pccolo career right here. He's ALWAYS
had yen for music. He plays in the American Leg
ion band under the direction Of Dr. p w. Hanson
He tells me that Sunday afternoons and evenings
he'll amuse himself by the hour playing on the pic
colo. Handy man of the Legion band is Gilies-
forgive me for not knowing definitely, but believe
his to be Donald-at rate he's tall, gang
ling lad whose right hand never knows what his left
may be doing next unsteady speaking. He may
show up at band practice find the bass drummer
missing So he pounds the drum or he may be the
sole man. Or if the oompah players are late
he'll toss out couple of rumbng measures on the
tuba. And I'm informed that he's learning the
alto. The lads versatile; the musical handy man.
We haven't talked of pets and birds and the like
for long time OF sudden sege of items on
these animal friends of They're strange tales
world and jar our human complacence now and
again. Yet they're warming little pleasantries that
bring something out in We learn from Mrs
Ward Roberts that for week or more robin adopt
ed her back yard this late in the winter. Mrs. Rob
erts feeding her apples, of which shed-the
robn-eat nearly half of one day. At certain
time each morning she futters into the back yard
perches favorte branch Awaits her breakfast
Tanning and busting her plumage with the pomp OF
prima donna. For many spotting what to them
is unusual bird species is rare delight that SENDS
them flying to the telephone to verify their ident-
fication Sadly, I'm at loss, my studies in biology
were without heart and wasted effort. So am no
help. But Mrs. G. v. Morse has identified in her
neighborhood a resident She has found 1t to
be a starting. The starting was first brought to
the United States in 1890, is today familiar bird
east of the Mississippi. It's importations have been
few so it's increase has trailed that of the English
sparrow 1t has the physical characteristics OF the
crow to walking like one, Mrs. Morse says.
It's pumage has that satiny gloss that brackish pur-
pie that glints in the sun. Go out and find your
self one. g.. Then I'm told of strange bit OF horse
play out at Shady Lane where Herman Hedin lives
don't know that it's daily occurrence, but 1t does
happen often. The rooster of the ranch, and the
bulldog pet stage Electrically efficient fight now
and again for the benefit of lookers-on. Neither
ever seems to be hurt, but such futter of wings,
and such ruckus Of barking canine you never saw
. Mrs. w. A. Kohl tells that as a young girl she
had four chickens with whom she talked. They
were pet hens, and for company, with or without
coaxing she'd bring them into the house, perch the
four on the backs of chairs in semi-circe 1t must
have been strange minstrel show with the tnen
young Amy Strausch interlocutor. can per-
sonally believe that chickens will talk had fiery
young rooster some very strong language on me
day. was very young lad and was running
down to the in Charles City, Iowa. The rooster
was very young, too. and fell right into the game
of running. 1t my undoing that tripped and
fell With a bound that saucy little fellow was
astride my back, Tapping his wings and giving