The Sauk Centre herald., 1940-11-28

SAUK
| corners. Where night sulks in its last strong
hold Night brings to her the brilliance of court
| =. Snowtossed gems complementing her ermine
cape. cold. calculating maiden, born in death,
! she holds aloof. Snow her slave, tosses Raleigh
like the gorgeous white mantle in the mud and slush
| under her proud feet. Maid Winter warming
herself over the death of Fal.
She's young and blonde and American to the
core-in everything perhaps, but her citizenship
status !. About that after years of assuming she
citizen she is not sure The tale goes back,
as many in these days of checking ones national
ity, to country in Europe-Norway. mis-
sonary minister set sail to come to America .
He at began the road toward American citizen
ship many have taken. He filed for naturaliza-
tion For sometime he lived here while he was
being stirred in the melting pot. Then his church
sent him and his wife to Madagascar There
the blonde young girl born. They returned to
the States, and the girl finished school here Teaches
Not long ago she went to visit her parents,
now residing in Canada. When she attempted to
come back to the States she was questioned. She
couldn't prove she is citizen For she doesn't
know if her father completed his naturalization, or
if he had, what status it would leave her. II
desperate state of quandry that when one
finds himself of country. She is checking
with her father. If no adequate proof is avail
able then she will be obliged to register alien
in country she calls and loves as her home.
CONSUMPTION is in for its share of today's humor
the gravest of this country's problems turned
overnight into the prosac, shrug- -the-shoulder
type of thing to be treated not disrespectfuly but
with a certain amount of abandon is American
heritage. Fortnight ago the Black Cats, young
mems social group, gave party. Yes it was
conscripton party as the boys took something from
current history in a mild burlesque Everyone
numbered. Crowd mixers were employed with
a lottery in which the numbers of boys and girls
were mixed thoroughly. Laugh of the evening
was, in spite of number shuffling, lottery, ct al
ooff fbo wife in he
Theme of the evening was-you're behind the
15s ball!
OF people-Gene Taylor, time outing from his
street removalabor to takeup few comfort
ing puffs his pipe. Norman Degree with his
feet bundled up like Byrd at the Poe-and his head
barred the breeze. Jane Brecken, sauntering post
officeward with hands bedecked in mittens ever so
red. :. Red being startingly fashionable. Baldy
Forsberg watching his car settle back to proper,
undisallusioned shape as he busted the SHOWS grde
from it's contours. . The Rev. R. M. Harris mufed
in beaver cap and dark glasses-but we knew him
anyhoo. Margaret Whtson and Louise Halverson
paired often. . Wonder why John Cotton, the
highschoolad, never became Jack to his chums.
Mrs. F. S. Cooper heading downward. The peas
ant slarf still places high headcovering-even
with suits. Ben SchoenhoH doing MS weekly
paper mailing . .. Dewey O'Gara pointing out how
the army used to have two sizes of uniforms-too
large and too small. Bert Hntzen eating powd-
cred donuts at the beanery. Win Gallup oeconr-
ing an inveterate pipe smoker. Word from Rod
Carpenter, newest S. c. convert to Alaska writing
that matted mks two bits and a sundae forty
cents. Henry Rydholm swapping pictures OF the
snow faster than you say Jack-much less Ed
ward G.-Robinson.
A military ball is slated for the boys of Head
quarters Battery before they leave for the coast,
the talk is If it develops the lads will be In
their finest military outfits. And talk has it too
that the boys may spend p part i OF onn Unofficial talk
at this time possibly not an iota of truth in it
but the boys dream, can't they?
Well. the talk drifted to deer hunting what's
so unusual about that And Allan Meigs got so en-
thusiastic his eyes glittered He was telling ABOUT
the days, when he first got out OF hgn schoo' ~he
with his rifle and about fifteen bucks ne set out
for the northwoods by train. Them was the DAYS
the boys say . For all of them will tell you tnat
outside of the welcomed fresh air OF roaming tnrou
the woods, the camp life is the high point. IL
is too search into adventure the nostalgia grasp
ing into world past that still compels the ooys
to go deer hunting. There In the WOODS hai
is as good as he shows-not as good as he says.
There he's on his own
Tn the old days when they went by train the
boys were prepared to stay for week or Two. lhey
were met at the station by a farmer with wagon
who hauled supplies to their camp. Ihey pustiee
about getting the cabin in order, cleaning out tne
years dust chinking up cracks that mignt nave We
appeared building roaring fires Around tlres al
life centered. Fire to cook with. Fire TO cnat
around. brief sorty into woods suniced tor tne
first day. Then first morning breakfast bacon
eggs wheat cakes in stacks. The long hunt, the
COW camp then the tramp out OF the wooos 10 inc
station where like cordwood were stacked the deer
carcasses It's changed some all right.
Allan was telling about one time when the boys
were out in the woods. All the night before ne had
heard the dog-like yappng and barking. Ihe parking
that ended in spine tingling tones. He had stop-
ped by tree, set his gun aside 1t, and pulled MS
mitten off to stoke up his corn cob pipe. Suo
denly his glance was arrested in the undergrowtn
| of scrubby pines by pair of eyes and pair o
| ears He stood perfectly still, reached Tor MS
gun The ears and the eyes beat hasty retreat.
Allan saws that the whining howl of wolf of agans
late fall day is quite the most disconcerting thint
| he's heard . 1t rides grateingly your spine IL
a tingling wall.