The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1940-08-08

caused 1t SQuirm since the outside world
inhabitants SO different Its more than business
and streets and churches and homes-yet it's the
composite OF these It's street nesties IKE
salad in a three-sided bowl Where on the open
end Sank Lake laps gently like faithful dog at it's
feet Where the street rises from it's bank to the
south and narrow ribbons stretch as highways to
points beyond. It's hills that must be the arms
Of nature encircling it, proectively It's streets
green as arbors by summer and the sun filtering
haphazard pattern through leafy grills It's
streets lined with skeetal rheumatic trees in winter
whose eternal miracle is that life comes anew in
the spring. Where the dashes splendor in
a purplish haze against the hills to the east and
the slight risings to the west cloak the twill
light slips in like silent canoe. It's people too.
It's men at work. The carpenters with their pound
ing hammers and whining out an accompani-
ment to the percussion. Where it's grocers sustain
ing life and post office works making it link in
the world of things. It's housewives doing dishes
It's mechanics, parsons, doctor and merchants and
clerks . . . It's young people at play. It's pat
tern of life for three thousand souls which is not
the highest, the lowest, but typical and rural
with that faint tnge of the urban that phophoresces
life in this day. It's past that is FESTIVE to be
awakened. 1t tugs hard at those who were with
it but the present is upon u.s.. 1t is present
nod at informally it passes u.s. It's ethereal
fleeing racing into a futureand we know not what
else. The measured tread of things, that
is the past is gone. new tempo quickening fast
hard-breathng lust for doing and going and seeing
with The past that gasps for breath gets only
faint catch on the bellows of time It's things
that are gone forever. It's scenes and things that
are new that too will pass It's change and new
ness and brightness and tawdriness and the slip
ping away Of TRADITIONAL in package. It's
Main Street 1910.
OF people-Gal on the Of the current
American mag is less than look alike for
Marion Arneson, the stenog. If may say so which
we will, and for which we should rate lolypop.
This is not funny but it's odd sichuashun. Gene
Harvey and Carl Perry of the school faculty. were
both going to summer school come week ago
Monday. Both instead nursing the mumps!
Al Anderson who to marry the late Evelyn
Pangburn whose death at 26 years last week is one
liz o14 hines do hing nf
record for travel from Minneapolis to s. c. On
notification Of her dangerous condition, he drove
here in an hour and As minutes. Mix citrnella
with mineral oil for the better to keep the mosquitoes
of, my deahs.
Traveler-Mary Schoenhoff just back from the
east counts as one the highlights seeing Franklin
D. Roosevelt, Jr-and don't mean Jones-at the
q Club. When Leo S.. New York banker from
this street, said he'd meet her in the Wadorf-it
wasn't the Astoria she thinking of. She
was crazy for New York Boston, she said, old
and historic but lousy with sailors. sailors uni
form holds no romance for GAL we learn.
Sank Lake Creamery has jumped into the pub
licity swim for this stem. Breaking with LOL this
the local angle. And the butter is called Pride
of Main Street in handsome red and yellow
container.
We were talking of threshing the other day and
George Strauss telling about pitching into the
machine and thought-how hot. But said
little The significance of the thing worked out
however with the comment that the accessibility
of gasoline tractors to farming today has quite
changed the old threshing picture The advent of
the tractor has spread threshing rigs much more
thickly shock rings generally smaller the farmer
gets his job done earlier The old scene, that
was rural Americana, of the numbering old steam
rig it's mammoth wheels boiling down the road at
the tremendous rate of miles by the hour,
it's black stack belchng smoke is most nostalgically
passed. Today in this section there few left.
One of the last is the rig the Beste boys have.
It's reach into past dripping of tradition.
Heavy work for long hours under hot sun. Heavy
eating and threshers appetites steaing horses and
a blow of chaf that sails sparkling up into the
light All that remains, but its old counterpart
only grunts from the sidelines.
Charley Bill Cooper is a lad Of not quite three
summers who is the of DR.. and Mrs. r. E.
Cooper. His education is advancing rapidly.
Already he can sit down while you hold the Boy
Scouting manual You point to the pictures Of the
ducks therein and he'll name them And he hasn't
memorized them. while ago he fell in
absorbed in new dog at the Cooper home. Truly
he's smart lad and why not? His name is Charles
William.
Some summers ago when George O'Gara
in the west he in of the seacoast towns
watching the Navy play ball game. Came to the
sailor obviously attracted by the Minnesota
license. 1t developed he was from Grey Eagle
engrossed at finding someone from near his
old haunts that they gabbed for long. He men
toned his mother, shame-facedly admitted it had
been year since he'd written her. The confab
broke up and George and his family returned to this
city and the incident was closed he thought
But several weeks later from Grey Eagle
stopped in at the garage Remember the fellow
you talked to out west in the Navy?" he asked
George His mother got a letter this week.-Mrs.
in year"
Verena at the Waldorf and Lynn Whitson were
yelling good morning across the counter in no
muffled tones and finally to halt procedure that
otherwise might have gone all day, Whit counS
cred with, Good night" Hermie Dybevik, sit
ting alongside, chuckled, Short day. wasn't it,"
Odd how every now and then old checks appear.
Cliff Gandrud found one in his hedge not long ago.
Drawn the bank of Sank Centre now passe
June 9th, 1910 it ordered to the Grain Bulletin
for dollar and "a cents. It drawn
the account of the late A. T. Watson.