The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1940-07-04

SAUK CEr
ing them off, Or do recall that the era when
children were to be seen only-and then very sell
dom?
Progress Notion the back board Of a made
over truck-fire engine red-hat goes dashing htheI
and thther about the street is the sign: Horse fol-
sale. Which reminds me. Why have the ladies
summer clothing fashioneurs passed the pos
sibtes of publicity resulting from the use Of fire
engine red" $50.
1t happened the other night. The white ways
were having bit of trouble and the string dowr
South Main Street had a blackout. :. Your column
list walking home with bakerman Vic Nelson
the while we driveled about how dark it was
And commenting only slightly on how it must have
been before cleo lamps invented We'll
here's my house guess said VIC cropping for the
sidewalk in the dark Just then truck came
turned it at the Main entrance at Moynihans!
Hysteria of war knows resting place. It's az
ceaseless and FESTIVE homeless man. II
wanders amlessy about picking out innocents or
which to pour abuse. 1t strikes without warning
with the speed of light The small communities
that tuck away so pastoray in these inland pre-
cincts thousands of miles from the scene-but not
from the emotion-of have felt its irritating
prick. It's un-Amercan to segregate any one
group of people according to their national descent
it is to engage in obvious subversive activities
1t divides democracy in its own house. Whole
sale grouping of peoples according to their descent
does happen here!
am not opposed to dealing with aliens as de-
fensive and protective measures But when you
accuse a group of peoples, because their name is
of a certain nationality you have proceeded beyond
the bounds of freedom democracy affords These
people are citizens of this country. Would you
at any other time brand man traitor because
of his name or that of his grandfather? I've heard
statements made that all peoples of German descent
in this country, matter how long the family may
ozLo,,l he Dnei1ar fnoc nf amir
cracy :. How silly; yet how tragic. Can il
be that the Schultz is less American than that
of Smith Olson? We boasted once of a melting
pot" in which great smelling process boiled from
us and our ancestors the thoughts Of homeland, OF
an age gone by We, all of us, became Americans
by this strange simmering, this pot Of spirit thai
was America. Has that gone? Are we not YET
all Americans?
In one family here a strange circumstance has
arisen speaks of old world persecution, of bigotec
marching back to dark age in mems thoughts
The things America was brought into being to escape
from It matters little who it is it is magnifiec
the national scene an hundred fold 1t is SO indi
cative. daughter is going with a boy bearing
a German name A brother-in-law, deep-rooted In
pro-Aed feeling, is opposed on grounds that makes
the statements above have significance. The
mother has been asked to stop the romance. The
girl is bewildered She has not been taught like
this The mother refuses saying that so far as she
knows the boy is truly an American, ne processes
to be. Is that not tragic? Yet perhaps no one
Of these people can be blamed. These are pregnan,
times, giving birth to strange maladies OF the mind
quirks of emotion. 1t is strange truth, L an
convinced that biased persecution and prejudice
has forever been the dark pathway under the steps
of men. 1t is true also that the light of freedom
blinds to their responsibilities; but 1t s as
torch whose clear white lights searches them out
Prejudice is opposed to all the ideals that have
set this nation up great experiment in a new
type of society in which men govern themselves
It may fail completely. But to preach persecu
ton and prejudice is to help 1t none to endure.
If there is any way to blast the foundations Of
America from within it is unfounded persecution Of
individuals for being in circumstances they cannon
help.
Gentlemenhood and it's accompanying umbrella
singular mark of identity that man patror
of fashion On a sunny day last week, Walt Gritz
macher, the Model owner, quipped "They won't sci
any umbrellas today" True nor not on rainy
day thereafter either When Walt first came to the
Model years ago, a case with rounded glas:
top, bullying with umbrellas and
for high twenty and twenty-five dollars
And the gentry bought them They were blacl
and drab but the handles were a bright note il
their existence. In spring. before the rainy season
started, rows of them filed up and down the store
And there great movement in the market
Then came the automobile following the horse
and buggy. Though the first autos had tops
the obvious difficulty of keeping umbrella in the
form in which it originally intended-whilt
you sped along at the unheard of clip of seven OF
eight miles by the hour-outlawed their use
And, egad sir, a gentleman and his umbrella were
soon parted. =. Now scarcely male live.
who will be carrying one down the street. HI
likes both hands in his pockets the rair
patters down. . His felt hat shunts off little
drivulets of rain. {. He looks like water-soakeC
chicken. And what happened to the umbrella
1t did not entirely disappear. 1t went to seel
laurels in the feminine field. 1t girdled it:
figure, became smaller, more compact 1t fitted
better the daintiness of its clientele that way
:. 1t went gayer and brighter, dotted its mourning
cloak Of black The better to intrigue the fashion
whims of a found world. Today, dustie
and muster, older and wiser, the umbrella case
that once was the fetish of era, hides in the
darkest corner Of the basement attic. It's sene