The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1940-08-29


iably to Johnny Browns pasture where Sank Rive
is shaking bit Of water that might be the un
coursed travelling from skein Of yarn Tit
west side invariably chose the direction Of stone arcl
where the Ashley muttered heavily in the spring
trickled almost to nothingness in the heat of sum
mer. had thought that perhaps the custom
was slipping but learn differently. The river, 1T
wooded banks, its hommocked boys, where sill
means a wet foot and general derision from TIT
gang for incompetence, is still a popular old waite
hole Only the style Of play changes. Worlt
crash into those young lives and cast shadow
of things to come. For years almost the entir
arsenal of young games was the sword. I
has been the badge Of high courage, of don,
and daring of thrilling, adventuresome fighting
But the gun replaces it today. And just the othe
day we saw what is a growing thing the countr!
over. Rubber band armies. Boys equipped will
Once only the pistol built for this type shooting
Now the boys make sub machine guns, even small
pieces of artillery. Only imagination is the THU
line between youth and adulthood
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Imminence of CONSUMPTION, we're told, is boomin,
the insurance business They're reasoning thuswise
In the last war the boys their 81 buckos month
played poker lost the dough- Now they will
have it deducted from the monthly check. Som'
$50 companies will have war riders by Jan. TIT
story goes.
One of the co-eds in the American Legion bant
is totin the rock of of the members He o
the trumpet section . . Just like Winchell, amt he
engine study We saw him Monday mawnin' ank
ling the pavement seeking ride Helen SchleS
who left for Hawaii return, has been in ever!
state west of the OF Mississippi except South Dakota
On this very trip she's hitting Oregon and Wash
ington, the two she missed Sounds in the night
At of the night spots Sattidy eve a guy yelled
at his friend, Can sleep with you tonight?" Cam
the answer: "Got one already and three's crowd.
The story goes that of the boys is playing smart
In recent slot machine raids, he moves in after
He deals in the more legitimate numbers does no
H. stu I4 hnr fho hnot
off enough moves his machines in where others fea
to retread.
Canadians we gather from recent visitors arr
privately of the opinion that England isn't going t.
fan'' It's not entirely wishful thinking because
Canada Is throwing all her resources that the EN-
pire might be intact. Talk rampant here tina
Canada is really more American than are is
strange mixture of truth and untruth. They are als
more British than the British themselves, gather
too. . And that from Canadian Not 4O
miles from this spot is a German nternment camp
Winnipeg is filled with the military. Privately
while Canadians accept the offering Of their govern
ment that the U s. is doing all it can, they can
help wonder. They wonder if early u S. entry int
the proper would not now have ended 1t. The!
feel, privately too, that perhaps there is mora
obligation the part Of democracies to hang
war may be the potion to awaken the sleeping gian
in Canada For Canada is the third largest countr!
in the world, topped only by China and Russia.
Mrs Alice Francelia Henshaw was, as long a.
I can remember a quaint little woman who wore
odd hats, to my youthful notion whose fingers ant
hands were the strongest I'd seen. She looked
always, fragile cellophane package. Blu
from years at the piano, in whose memory ant
pleasantly she dwelt constantly, her hands wer
strong as wood choppers. One day when W.
were about twelve thirteen years she asked m
if I would NOW her lawn. That was significant
It was my first job outside Of the usual househo
chores. And it twitched my first ikings for music
So we made deal-also my first businesslike Pre-
cedure. I to keep her lawn seemingly clean ant
do other odd chores about her house. She wa
to give music lessons. 1t lasted all that sum
mer. I must have been disappointing pupil to tn
lady for never did continue with piano. Blu
her painstaking efforts enlivened within me an ap
probation that she must somehow know about.
Yet disappointing my technique must nave beer
I was q reasonably fair listener. That Is If the gan
weren't waiting for me outside she told me o
her DAYS as soloist in Bohemian Girl how her nus
band, Will, had sung with the famed cornet virtues
Iiberati They were memoryful days. I remem
Der that when she talked there was strange ign
in her eyes, she lifted her head proudly She EN-
phasized her points with humping chords on tn
old piano that is yet the largest grand I've eve
seem . . In her memory they were priceless days
She taught something more than smattern'
of music of miscued chords and unwilling finger
that cried out against the attempted plot to regimen
them over this white key, that black one. W.
sat there many summer mornings. boy ltcnn
to be gone from this seemingly drudging task. Al
elderly lady, who in all the years seemed never
look different, whose memory was filled TO over
flowing who could dramatic memory until II stoo
out in relief like angel on a pinhead Mem
cries she had. Memories that harmonized with ne
home with it's setting Of mid-Victorian furniture tn
Quaint lamps, the mellowed pots and fixtures over
ornate setting Young I was then 1 cou'
feel the strangeness of those surroundings as II IN
mast was about to tap me on the shoulder ina
tan was Mrs Henshaw calling me back to scales o.
the piano.