The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1941-10-23


| time. +. And follows with avid nterest-albeit
| the camp radio station Observation-Disclosures foot
ball And a welcome note from Rev. Lanse
Kempton, now Of Portland Oregon, but who was
! fowered into the ministry down at Good Samaritan
| parish here. His congratulations on the Rattle
cession in the Herald most gratefully received.
He writes he is now taking weight lifting at the
local athletic club three times a week and by spring
expects to be quite the boy-the 81 pound weaklng
who became the worlds most perfect'-et cetera.
And while we're on it a private note to Mrs Regina
Book for an unusual interest in our work. And
thanks
Scene From My Bedroom Window
Just below the garden dead to winters advance.
And the yellowed stalks of the rhubarb. D..
And roadway soggy as cake too old. And
some naked trees stripped by playful fall. But
pine rearing green-spiked arms like timid por-
cupne. Grass in the terrible throes of indeci-
sion-with a mind for being green and brown almost
at once. Across the street from my framed
exit the silent Seventh Day Adventist Church .
And beyond pile of wood. To the east tumbling
down over the hill to the river the marching shocks
of corn, the Indian village of imagination. A
dog romping in the weeds, disappearing around the
corn, bobbing up again like puppet jerked back
on the scene. What was magnificent thing
In flight-now dirty, tangled rag the limb
of a trapper tree. Holes in a clouded sky pour
ing down well-defned shafts of light. . . And the
poplars, sideiners at Otto Hedin's the way,
dropping with one-by-one reluctance their yellowed
withered leaves And the cupoaed gray barn
ghosty gray from past Scene from the win
dow Projection point of the home through
which opens the neghborhood :.
-Secretreed
Last week at Bryant Library Vic Conklin, once
probably the most secretaried man in the town,
resigned from the secretariat of that body after
thirteen years. thought at the time of all
those people down the years who have recorded the
matterof-fact happenings of the board at the NOM
ent only to have them crashing down the yearr
in the heavy tread of history. q. For those lik.
Vic are the recorders of the towns activity. Any
glance back into the pages of their writings reveals
a stubbornly persistent venture of this town. this
people at any given time. And the collection of
all these secretaries writings is the kaleidoscope of
the community. Vic once held secretary jobs in
half dozen organizatons-the Country Club for
some twenty years, the Congregational Church. the
water, light and power commission, too believe.
One by he's uncloaked until now he stands a
man without a secretarys job. In towns like
these the slightest things historic. . While
later they march in rough shod Enthusiastically clear;
history in the making marches by in such quiet
boots. For real history is humble and lowly.
1t need not shout it's import It the quiet outcome
OF events, circumstance and above all the behavior
of a people. So it is Vic Conklin quietly re-
signing post after thirteen years. . 1t is nothing
really perhaps The board members and Mr.. Conklin
himself were quietly about the business. 80. Yet
there have been times when I've pored eagerly over
those old books written in a hand didn't know.
AS read warmed to the individual who had
written, for his job the simple chronicling of
little corner Of the life Of this town. And an
age past walked by like models on a stage.
The light on that stage? The secretary in whose
hand read.
Delighting teachers at CMEA last week was Lin
ton Wells, foreign correspondent Dark though the
Russian campaign looks and on the day he spoke
democratic capitals Of the world saw the darkest
day since Dunkirk Wells insists Russia is the doom
Of Hitler. Fascism, Communion, Nazism have
| all one thing in common bond. They all stink
were his words. And the Lynn Whitsons left for
Duluth last week where they spent four days. Not
so singular? Perhaps not-a small corner. But
for Lynn it his first real vacation in years and
had lived.
widows
To fast growing list of defined widows add
now variety Of Saturday night. Theirs is the
lot to wait until working husbands through on
Saturday night. So for them it may be shopping
or visiting, or bridge foursome with three others
OF the clan. It's a growing social group. /.
Alarming each year is the accident toll to farmers
at corn silo filling time. Each year those most
dangerous machines take toll of fingers, half arms,
and the future happiness and productivity of
our farmers. Seems 1t could be safed against
these accidents that drain from a man SO much
of what is needed Of him.
Nature has strange ways of bringing her lessons
home to roost. Sometimes in death, and strange
privation, and want. year ago on November
18th violent SHOWS swept out across the northwest,
tumbled in cyclonic avalanche unsuspect-
ing countryside, took lives and cattle OF course,
you remember. For all this week I've seen men
home from work early in the day working in the
after dark of early evening, hanging storm win
dows, png wood gathering stores of coal. -.
And farm population working feverishly against
an advance that may strike early. And out in
the countryside too plan for roadways with
grading anw wide sloping bitches to Delay the
pangs and distress of isolation by winter SHOWS.
Boo
In her home the other evening sat Mrs Earl
Pangburn reading of the and the Nazis. f..
Engrossing it Then came a startling bang
ing at the door that sent shivers. There was
husband Earl, home from New Brighton, where no
is bricklayer the government ordnance plant
held up momentarily in steel shortage
from her honao or and ran to get his shotgun hui