The Sauk Centre herald., 1940-02-29

article of railroad magazine. Pete Michels
telling about it one day. He says points
it hits high 70 miles per hour, will swing
through here with whistles screaming sometimes at
CO. Pete, who Is night operator here, will be in
Hibbing this summer dispatcher, job that re-
quires some planning since he is the boy who keeps
trains running-and not into each other. Pete
is overjoyed at the position, and the more when
you realize that Hibbng is in that region where
there lakes that have yet never known the fish
pole of white man.
Time slips by quickly on it's pleasant flight,
daWdies with unceasing endessness in its unpleas-
antness. Five years ago February 4th when the
temperature was at something like 25 below and a
emily reception a young man came here to take over
a job. Last week Lloyd Blycker was telling me
about it. He sat and the nostalgia flutter back
wards was idly pleasant relaxation. "You know"
he pointed out, my wife and came here and all
the clothes we had with us were on our backs"
The truck bringing their belongings delayed arrived
nearly two months later So Blyck hiked to a store
purchased brand new working outfit, and went to
his new job in new regalia. And he says time
passes swiftly In that five years he's built a home
become president of the Community Club. Most
important? Well that's easy The arrival of a son.
sometimes known as Butch" to his dad Well
over on Pine Street the other day we celebrated
birthday anniversaries for two octogenarians. Yep
two of them. One, Mrs j. A. Caughren, who lives
in her castle-like home 9th and Pine who was
81. The other we drew into the 80-class for the
first time, for Mrs J. F. Coye topped 80 And best
wishes to both. Bill Otto who has been selling
% years. sold the first to the late James Caugh
One day Bill called out with a wrecker
A car in the ditch the report When he arrived
the scene, there Jim, his out of the ditch
The inquiring Bill found that: Jim had driven
into the ditch to let another pass :. Strange
commentary on the evolution of highways. Mrs
]. W. Jarboe who died sometime ago in Little Falls
at the age of 80, a former Sauk Centreite She
told Mrs. Ward Roberts before she died. that about
fifty ago she and her late husband had resided
here. Mr. Jarboe early lumberman and sur
veyor Past is always painting it's warm breath on
the backs of neckS.
For the most part the radio is welcome visitor
in any home. It's programs are great delight.
But there are times when it's visits unwelcome,
when wants to draw into the family circle
Or the odd times when wants to idle wrapped
in his own silence. To turn on the radio then is
like having unlimited relatives of the third water
burst into your complacent airand you, just fresh
out of clean sheets.
There are all sorts of paradoxes that bob up in
these places. Here's bit of the story of young
fellow who lad was afraid to climb, and today
works at job that has taken him high $50 feet
above any solid place to put his feet Bob Free
man is bridge painter. His work has taken him
to the 746-foot towers of the Golden Gate bridge
in San Francisco it's taken him down 36-inch cables,
he's men fall, and come back on the job again.
He got into the business like many another gets
into any trade quite by accident without malice
aforethought. He went west to visit his brother
bridge painter and apparently good for he was
chosen among the first ten out of 5000 applicants.
First thing he knew, he told me- he painting
bridges too. It's dangerous work, intermittent,
but pay is good when you're working And it's
interesting since travels widely in pursuit of
the jobs. Since myself physically ill at any
height about the second step of ladder, was in
terested in his viewpoint, and the apparent faunt-
ing in the face of probable disaster In the first
place, he says they take no chances. On the other
hand they unburden their minds quickly with the
thought, you only go down once" couldn't find
that thought exactly pleasant, but he says it's re-
eving at any rate. Surprisingly, he pointed out
that the 75foot level is the worst when you walk,
he said, you get the illusion at that height that
the ground moves" An hundred feet over that
effect is lost and ones equilibrium retained to a
greater degree. There is an ultimate goal to any
job, and the essence of any bridge painters ambi-
ton is eventually to get placed the maintenance
crew. Then he's settled :. Bob's fixin now to go
to Natchez or New Orleans where bridges are under
construction. found his interesting tale of the
men who live dangerously.