The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1940-01-11

hands night. Men became rich windfall
men became poor easily. Mr.. Keller's wagon
factory here remained monument to his foresight
and constant benefit to this community when along
about 1909 the city had most disastrous fire. One
night the factory with thousands of feet Of lumber
went up in fire casting its crimson reflection over
the sky. The city stood, watched, stunned. /. /.
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In all it's regal splendor, the home reminds today
that its mode was gentler way of living. portico
on its south side, now since disappeared from the
home, looked a gentle A buccolic set
around which swaying fields of grain closed in; cat
tie pastured not far off, below struggling town
getting to its feet scufng its way to place in the
rural scene sweeping drive up which swshed
pushy carriages and prancing horses led under the
portico where master and guests alighted in comfort
on rainy days in dash of splendor on comfortable
ones.
1t is an insight into the character of the late
Mr.. Keller that of the pride's of this manse is
the fact that woods assembled for nearly every ma
ton of the world went into its construction. To
guests who filled the old home in its heyday, Mr..
Keller proudly displayed this assembled collection
With mite of imagination you conjure up the
scene The master displaying the woods giving a
picture account of the place in which they were
grown, tracing its transportation to this remote
northwestern settlement. The guests mildly inter-
ested or intrigued no end. He showed them an
other today shows his stamps, his photograph COL
lection.
1t a respondent marked today only by
that massive brick house that sleeps stunned in
the passing parade into semi-consciousness 1t was
social era of elegance and graces that rode
the continent from the older east and permeated,
in the hurly burly struggle of carving out the
west, into the social atmosphere of nearly every
community. Dancing modest pastime. Riding
after the carriage a Sunday afternoon retreat from
work. There's kinship felt, seem to find,
among the older residents who saw the era, who
knew the family to that old house that perches on
Keller hill. knshp that at once sets them apart
from this present day, allows them to engage in
nostalgia pursuit of something gone, perhaps never
to return.
But it wouldn't fit today. Living in home
like that in this modern day would set family so
apart from the they'd be lonesomely alone
They couldn't feel at home. It's elegance is
cold in the light of things present It's appoint
ments austere look at them now. It's very
resplendence would make our informal lives uncom-
Portable. Today the old home is the Serepta Home
for the Aged. I suppose that's right and good. An
old home showed from the picture in its first use
fulness in parade that holds sentiment, no quar-
age not respecting social graces and elegance
of an era past should in it's mellowing years become
a useful citizen all over again. For as its tmbers
settle YEARLY, the life it knew past and done, 1t
spreads caring out around and over the aged
and the homeless.
The Keller wagon factory never rebuilt in Sank
Centre. crushing blow to small town that saw
the beginnings of industrial expansion this loss OF
its biggest major industry But things right
themselves. It's sparkling tribute to not only Mr.
Keller but to all those who followed along, bright
ened the path to things, new Ideas new ways OF
business. They matched the march of time with
the best they had. And they paced it too.
Default-In homes all over the country scene
like this might be enacted but in the title role is
little actress in this skit whose punch line was a
daisy >. S. P. Hansen one evening found himself
short of funds so he dipped into daughter, Bar
baras savings He extracted half dollar that tded
him through the evening . . Next morning at the
store he answered jangling telephone. DADDY
young voice accusingly inquired did you take my
big nickel?" Daddy admitted guilt returned
Immediately the half dollar.
Give G. H. Vandesteeg a willing ear and he'll
drop whatever he's doing, be it ever important
to tell you about his cows For him it's secondary
business, his first love and hobby. Recently his
glee knew bounds when to him by mail came a
diploma from the National Dairy Association that
adds his name to the national honor roll. :. The
eleven cows to yearly production average of 379
pounds of butterfat for the year ending December,
1888.
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From Tia Juana, in old Mexico a card came
from Lois OGara, otherwise Mrs. Dewey of the
same family. Here am south of the Border" she
exclams And happy we are to get it. Sank
Centre must be the postal map all right. Junior
Schmidt, high school age of Mr.. and Mrs. H. F.
Schmidt of the Pine Street family received Christ
mas card from California The address was simply
Sank Centre, with state attached. Ward
Roberts believes that employees well fed good
workers Or maybe that isn't his philosophy Any
way New Years Day he took the Penney en-
ployees along with his family to dinner at Mrs. Carl
sons where the board groaned to IA appetites whet
ted with inventory work 1t marks the third year
Of the initial day feast :.
was afraid of something like this. Egad,
got beat my own item and by two newspapers
. That sprightly sportster columnist of the St
Cloud Times. Bob Markson, local mouthpiece by
the way, scrubbed that Chuck Rattle had hand
ed his girl a rock at Christmasde. In last
weeks Wesley News official organ for Wesley Meth
odist Church in Minneapolis, I read an item like
this Mr. and Mrs ]. w. Beck announce the engage
ment of their daughter, Lila to Mr.. Charles Rattle
(get that Mr) of Sank Centre. So I'll drag along
in my traditional lazy day style and give 1t to you