The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1941-07-24

| crowded streets It's architecture is Georgian
| like the first Mount Vernon. Its interior is cur
ious assemblage of colonial pieces Its chandeliers
| look like the candles might have been removed
only yesterday. 1t is like walking back to an earlier
| era of this country Somehow you feel you shouio
have on knee breetches, silk stockings exposing tbs
| male calf and lace at the throat But heaven for
bid this return to insanity. Once one has filled
on drinking the quietly seeping in of these colorfu
| made or cooked. broiled the case may be
1t is truly created Our unsolicited and incompetent
| second to Mr.. Hines choosing Girls-all of them
pretty rejecting the fact that owners Art and Mrs
Palmer were time vaudeville peope-are solicit
| Gus, with serenity and dignity. One Is
lost throughout the meal There is tsat CRATE
| full moment after the dinner when sinking back
one nestles in the charm of the atmosphere, ano
feels his inards exuming satisfaction On thN
way out momentarily flattered when the
at the desk asked II the place had been rec
commended to by Mr.. Hines. That was only
temporary initiation of ego one suffers all through
this Lowell Inn for anyone for the perusai OF the
book can be "Mr. Hines recommended"
saltwater of the oldest towns in the state
It frankly looks the part of veneration, OF modern
ity struggling to break through the crust of age
It is notched in the stone sides OF the ST
Croix river valley and bubbles over to the tops oil
the bluffs in endless maze of hills. 1t church
es, with the exception of one or two are buncneo
in center where their ancient bricks have DETECTED
with infinite patience the passing of time Its
streets are narrowed but might break pleasantly in
to riverside park at unheralded spots IL
snueses right down to the waters edge and the rv-
err laps its feet like contented puppy. Its build
ings those higher than wide type with wooo
fronts and starry windows that try desperately "
look interested and interesting, but reflect too plain
ly the boredom of senility. 1t has beauty, ana
charm, and certain grace, and it is modern OF
course. The st. Croix at it's feet is the work OF
ages ago glaciers we are told that carved with
gigantic maws the valleys for it and the MISSISSIPPI
Later deprived of glacial waters, the mighty Miss
issippi rolled back it's silt to dam the mouth OF tn
ST. Crox, and the result is thirty mile long lake
from saltwater to Point Douglas. Here an en-
gofng valley cradles in still mothering arms some
dangling edges of Minnesota's beginnings.
-Lewisonan
In Coronet magazine is a lively little treatise
written by very much alive novelist who has
been kicking wind in the literary sails for TO- some
twenty-odd years. Called the Death of Arrow
smith," it is written by Sinclair Lewis who does
advance job of burying himself in what is known
auto-obituary Auto-obituaries are great
fun. They a glimpse into the past and a shaK-
ing glimmer of light for the future by the writer
himself written in the suppostion that he is al
ready deceased. Which is quaint way of being
slightly eerie . It is to Lewis credit, of whom
Coronet says he is probably the best known novel
list America today that he is the first of several
personalities who will treat themselves to the ques'
tionably pleasant sensation of reading their own
obituaries . Coronet has not forgotten Sank
Centre in which Lewis was born a doctors son
who went to Yale and made good" While Coronet
did not forget the author suffered slight pang OIL
lost memory when he said only "he was born Tin
1850 in a Minnesota prairie hamlet 1t is in
teresting from several standponts.
First among them is the fact that this is not the
obituary Mr.. Lewis has written. Nor is it the
first obituary Mr. Lewis has written. Nor is it the
treatise was actually buried. Though in the other,
written in Main Street" (1920) the small town,
of the horse and buggy era, was on dodderng last
legs . The SNUG, naive early years of this CEN
fury, bombed out of its habitat by the eruption
of the first World War; died death shortly after
the book In fact certain consciousness Great
ed by Mr. Lewis book might have even fastened
the timely death of this doddering hangover. .
1t is also interesting that the green hills of Con-
necticut where His father and his ancestors for
eight nine generations were born" are already
reckoning Mr. Lewis. According to his prophetic
look into the future he will spend his aging years
there. He reveals in characteristic cynicsm that
his shifting at sentimentality only reflected his own
nostalgia for it. He mentions his sons of the
oldest of which, Wells, he compliments with being
a subtle and fastidious novelist than his
father. The whole thing has the atmosphere OF
the happy ending novel, Mr. Lewis has not got
ten of character to write his death notice For
things seem to work out generally as planned from
the beginning of the article with pleasant words and
pretty flowers strewn over his resting place
One farmer said he had more hay this season
than any year he'd been farming. 1t may mean
nothing but it is interesting in these times that
the of Charles Lindbergh has been painted
off his home town water tower in Little Falls.
Pity the plight of the lady Sim and Mrs. Wiener
not many Sundays ago who had run over-of
all thirSs-a skunk Fay Cooper mad an up
lifting experience while he the guest of 1t. Col
Roy Scott at Camp Ham few weeks back Fay
walked out of the officers tent in the morning at
which emergence the sentry snapped smartly to
attention and present arms. Looking and feeling
startled, Fay asked how long he walked the beat
Two hours sir" . =. At which point Fay couldn't
carry on, told the mitarily correct soldier he
only civic.