The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1941-04-17


In addition somewhat flatter ourselves from time
to time by the thought that to the generations of
this town to come this paper is a record finger
on the pulse of this community. document
that by and large will be indicative of our times.
Into this town has clustered the breath of
or its ehect-nescapaby. 1t has quickened the
tempo Of this people; it has quickened tempers.
1t befuddles and confuses our people, mikes our
complacent mental processes. 1t stalks unin-
vited business houses arbitrarily levies de-
mands at proprietors. It's noisy boots clatter
the quiet of our library. 1t tramps into our
schools confusing teachers bargaining with pupils
-. It divorces town of rising young talent
1t alters, lives and plans and dreams and family
ties of literally hundreds of our people 1t sends
them to far places 1t makes our churches little
of truth in a desert of hes-but withal I'll
wager these Gases rocks of life to come.
1t sours our sociability; it darkens our gaiety
1t spotches our every conversation. 1t makes
us uncertain cropping, upsets our accepted sense OF
values. 1t walks beside us like grinning spectre
-unshakable our companion shadow.
We make funny little motions at living our lives
once we debut uselessly threshing wind
mill with the pump unhitched 1t is ground like
wnd-driven sand into the parts of our lives We
try to ignore it; we push it away rritaoiy we tal
condescendingly into its trap, weary. 1t alters
our way of life. 1t mortgages our futures
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-Musing
Notice Joe Botz seedin a plot in his garden.
And the thought that spring cleanup is good tonic
pass along at cost to you. 1t will be terribly
good for you In fact it will be good for me; think
I will clean out drawer of my desk this spring.
You the other things all done. My
brother has raked the yard. My dad is confirmed
gardener whose patch I wouldn't mind working in
Wonder if there's any special story in Earl Pang
burns lavendar work shirt Why the devil do
they spell kernel-colonel. must have corn
cob pipe someday. They look eternally COM
Portable. In spring young mans fancy turns
The other noon heading workward there were the
boys flying kites There were Jim Steider Lewis
Brendon, Ole Thornbloom and Mike Graham.
So stopped Its good to see wind-tossed kite.
1t looks unstable in such adventurous sort
of way you wish you could be up there with 1t.
Perhaps looked longingly. At least Jim was kind
enough to allow me to hold the string fact that
delayed ten minutes in getting to work. The
throbbng pulse of that kite passed way inside. 1t
is obviously fun to fly kite unless you hold
the string; once grasping the thread which the
kite rests-that bundle of sticks and paper and
juvenile aeronautics magically comes to life
So the boss shouldn't too much about the ten
minutes hardness Public relations, you know
Bells
For days end in the year the bells Of the
Catholic churches of this town peal out messages.
They clang a rousing good morning; they open the
day. Their ringing marks the noontime when
the sun rides highest in the sky Then when work
is done the Angelus sounds that the quiet Of
ming is at hand. . . But during the last days
of Lent they are silent. It's a strange, ingrown
silence; one that seems to rustic the air. one that
yet isn't easily recognizable. Because at first
there is visible sign that anything is but it
There is certain wild joy in the Easter
morning ringing from dozen and more bells of
widely varying threats. All bells are wildly joyous
and yet it's strange truth that church bell is the
connotation of scenes quiet, buccolic. church
tower and its bell the easily assembled back
drop for any provincial scene in which appear rust
ling meadows, grazing cattle, shimmering stream
-. I've heard the bells from across town, from out
the lake, from the east beyond the river, from
the west toward Hoboken. think bells should
be rung often, loudly, to proclaim certain tran
guilty that may revel in it at least nostalgically
People and Things
Interrupted with phone call Mrs Bill Stad-
therrs pouring her scrap book the other day
That scrap book is interesting to her. for in it is
thumbnail of Sank Centre snatched in clippings
from this newspaper. It is more than that though
for in the 1s2Os-we've forgotten which year-she
began carrying where the late F. M. Connolly
left off. Together the books span great bit of local
history guess Johnny Dubois just about
pressed the sentiment of most of the men now at
Camp Ham from here. Let anyone say anything
about the Service the flag and he'd take good
beating. Right, fellows? Mrs. Frank Decree
finally had to send time ago for her birth
certificate all the way to Ireland And made this
rather astounding discovery The birthday anniver-
sary she used to observing in January is really
in December-or vice versa but that's the idea.
Book beer is made from carmeliZed malt and we're
told is carried on each spring arising out of Old
Country carryover that decreed the darker hue
part of the pre-Easter tradition. I'm tempted
to toss a rock in the window of the next whose
driver honks at pass filling station and
he tries to enter the drive AS sidewalk pedes-
trian, believe the law will grant me the right of
way. All of which makes me just dead if I'd
been wrong if I'm hit in my stubbornness. Vic
Conkln, just back from Flowerida says that cola
drinks the long suit in the south And his YER
sion of attending coored boys prize fight
guest of the negro, who tended the cottages and
promoter on the side, Is okay. But ring side seats
too.
, Trailer
Harry Dickinson has builded for himself and
family house trailer And Sank Centre loses a
family to the defense program. Harry got in
the work this winter at Fort Leonard Wood, Mis-
souri, is waiting call to go back may shift to
other scene. Possibly Utah. He says that
Missouri camp village of 800 people became a town
of 5000 in few weeks And for miles along
the roadways these trailer house cities have sprung
up. Row of them. It's necessary pre-