The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1941-01-23
The Common-tater
---By Chuck Rattle
Playing a Tune ON a Typewriter

martial music and the tramp of heavily shod march
ing feet. The sounds echoed through the canyon
You're in the Army Now" ~. AS the companies
Of men went down the street he stood there think
ing They were outward bound for the greatest
peacetime training program in the history Of this
nation. He was thinking about swirl Of events
in IT when the world had caught him up and he too
marched behind the band, and was in the army
now. Today there were marching to something
different. But he watched-this veteran
tears rolled down his cheeks. He couldn't ex-
plain; but for more than an hour strange depres-
sion throttled him. Nightmares stirred out of
the past. Visions of untold future.
The Tubby Scanlons now have a Pat and a Mike
The Michael was born January 18TH Rev. Henry
Reflex, West Union, has garnered for himself the
auto license plates "1941."
Sounds in Newspaper Office-Sound means a
lot working in newspaper office. It's better for
work when things going full blast 4. I've
sat in here nights when the machinery was resting
after its days run, and the silence was deathil<e
The sounds of the typewriter keys shattered the
stiffness, seemed to pound in my ears. BY day
the plant is animate. It's not like you alone are
pep and well-ordered hustle. Presses leap to
their tasks Job presses know answer but eyes,"
they bob their heads forward and back genufecting
before the printer. Their weary clatter wears on
into steadied rhythm. q. The overtone rumble
of the big press downstairs blends in the symphony
:. The staccatoed rap Of mats dropping in the
The telephone banging the air. The whining
irritation of motors getting under way. The
unmeasured clack of hand type dropped into the
The rustic Of paper :. The smell of
molten metal and inks blending into something only
printer can like and hate at the same time. :.
All at varying tempos. Yet how neatly they
its own
There is nothing more exasperating than to
ride the street car. mean if you're from the
frNyo NM T.
city people they take 1t in stride. They settle them
selves comfortably They extract from their pockets
copies Of the paper set about reading with never
q look to right nor left. Seemingly they do not
watch their streets and then Of a sudden they arise
quickly and leave the car. marvel do they never
make mistake? While all the time ride chat
ing at the bit lest miss the street alight block
too soon I search bewderingy for the street mark
ers-to discover too late they the other side
Of the street Perhaps it makes it more interesting
to vary the markers SO that one swings his gaze
from side Of the street to the other yet should
think that uniformity would be SO much simpler
There is yet another difference between country
and city people. find it difficult to ruffle the
country poise that don't hurry. Someone might
be watching you. Yet city folks, the picture Of
calm aboard street cars, elevators and the like,
release their dignity with one wrenching swirl Of
action, and tear for a street We don't run
to catch trains here-we arrive ten minutes before
hand that we might enjoy the stroll. 80.
Perhaps there is no adventure like that in the
realm Of gastronomics I that there Is real
excitement in facing a new dish served in spot
one not often visits. It's like the excitement Of
ways. we presume not unlike facing a hungry tiger
in the jungles Of Africa. We don't know what
the food will do to In spot ate I
remember quiet musicale unfolding. &. q. &. Tux
edoed head walters crept noselessy behind the
chair, gowered at hesitation, sensed ignor-
ance We could readily feel the stalks Of hay
creeping up out of the coat collar. I'VE will have
this" we said, pointing to an unpronouncable name
and cursing the day we did not have French in our
schooling. We could almost hear him say tsk, tsk,
and wipe a bewildered hand across his forehead
White CARRIED darkies like colored Gabriels lowered
near, towel over arm Unhurried, yet seemingly to
get much done. An array Of silver that made you
want to call Emily Post long distance. circle
of dishes on which were dabs Of this and that. . &.
An adventure; treat. We marveled at the dex-
terity with which these walters handled these dishes
Never a slip; a hurried gait. They were ar
lists. You feel like going home, sneaking quietly
out of the place and mumblng something about
making mistake We thought this was ham
against the fear Of going. You don't move Sudden
ly the waiter Is done with his arrangement You
glance about; one Is watching. You eat. {.
Fortified with something in your stomach and a
ground and the only thing different about this is
the table cloth and the name Of the food. You
break out of that shell of fear The darned
stuff starts to taste good.
We well remember Fay Domke in school, If
there was anything that he wanted to do more than
fly we can't remember what 1t is After school
he went to junior extension college here, then to
Manchester. then back here again. One day he said
Charley, I'm going to Hawaii" said. That's fine.
Dilly when do you leave?" . What is more sur
prising Is that did it. He had an almost Unsuitable
appetite for seeing what made things go around
:. The outer edges Of this home town Of his
not barriers; they challenging which
to climb and quickly to the outer world. i. &. The
tale shortens to the point at hand when tell
you he is u. s. Marine and getting his wings.
On January 18th he completed his fledgling
flight training at the U. s. Naval Base in Oakland,
California, where as by now a confirmed Hawaiian,
found the climate too cold exclaimed that he slowly
freezing to death. He awaits orders now
to go to Pensacola for advanced flight training.
He writes to friend IT sooed yesterday, the second
In this class Of 25 A brother Marine beat me
out by 30 minutes; had to wait for check from
Of he Inst ha tho hmm