The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1941-06-26

dolls representing, many of them. today countries
that longer exist in their flavorful atmos-
phere. We mentioned her wanting reading habits
instilled in the younger people. In cooperation with
the schools of the town, youngsters were taught
to want books, good ones. She believed with a
sort of bookish fervor that the reading habits of
a people could generally be changed that the
better types could supplant the popularity of the
western Perhaps. Even If not, it good
to see her about her ideals toward which she had
most practicable approach But even then she had
no upturned attitude toward the cheaper fiction
The library was to serve Under her the arm
of this library heightened considerably.
This is the strange Of the name of Mary
Louise Hanrahan, now the bride of Mike Frank.
She is really not Mary at all, her parents scarcely
know where it came from. They weren't even aware
that Mary not her name until-well, there it
on the baptsmal certificate Louise E.
call. Doug arrived snug bug in rug and with
him his Shadow. Before this gets too complicated,
Doug is Doug Kohl. of st. Charles, Mo-; Bug is his
car; and Shadow his dog neat combination
that gave everyone in the family guest including
our dog, Sandy. Sandy was poorest host of the
lot You see, Shadow is mite of a fellow.
Spaniel whose hinter regions perpetually under
way at the slightest signal in his general direction
. Toward Sandy it to no avail. Ever scorn-
full of small dogs he thrust his venerable nose into
the air and smugly plowed along his own way.
We had thought to have taught him better manners.
He is smart though. He is adopting the eccentric
tiles that with age not merely bad manners
but respectfully tolerated.
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Nellie Robertson, school teacher is at the NOM
ent having ecstacies over snug bit of Colorado
which she is irving to doveta into summer school,
ing program. But at the moment from a letter
in our mabag-the only one might add-Colorado
and its scenery is about all she has time for.
"A gal who once, and still is for that matter
g
second to the North Star State This Colorado IS
really something: it's cool, beautiful and friendly
she writes, with a tone of amazement suS-
gest she has EXPEDITION to go on, for she writes
1.-THE U of Colorado is lovely place 1t has noun
tans for backdrop Italian architecture for all It's
many buildings profuson of trees and little
streams running all over the lawns. 1 haven't yet
discovered whether the streams are of mountain
origin whether it's part of the lawn watering
system like the former version BETTER it sounds
much less practical She says 1t is faVorlte
vacation haunt and summer school for people from
southern u S. From Texas Louisiana, Oklahoma
and Arkansas girls come to go to school, yes
sir Boulder sounds like quite place where the
mountains fawn at your feet and Minnesotans are
disturbed that it is almost as nice as Minnesota
%s*s
Summer Storm
Breath-taking heat and an air so humid it al
most drips. . Out of the horizons dull clouds
begin to mobilize for the slow march ahead.
breeze that had lurked around much Of the day
dies with the suddenness of cut throat.
queer depression seizes you. The pressure seems
unbearabie. breathless moment when trees hang
limp and leaves droop like sleepy eyelids
pitiful handful of drops make faint stab at easing
the moment, but only toss back the stencil OF heat
off the street. Mixed with dried dust There's
something electric in the air; you know something's
coming. &. A fitful breeze struggling to RISE
rustles the leaves momentarily then lapses back
painting family. Sharp streaks of light dance
across the sky; thunder rumbles like wagons over
q distant bridge Suddenly the whole thing
rises at once The wind sweeps up in hoarse
rumble. Then for instant, like the windup OF
baseball pitcher there is dynamic pause It's
quiet as death. Then the fury. At once the
wind and rain tear at each other The rain is swept
in huge drapng sheets across the roadways.
The lightning stabs into darkest corners of the house.
pitching in sharp outline the objects of the room
. . The wind losses great handfus of rain against
the windows, like handtossed gravel. 1t roars
it's pleasure the fury. Trees dance to It's
music bending to it's will. Suddenly the drama
is over as quickly as it came. The wind rushes
on believing to some victim. The rain follows,
more quietly now. The thunders great voice takes
a last shout a fleeing shoulder The stabS
of light are less frequent. The noise rolls on
ward; the rain drones on in a queter tempo.
Natures biggest show has rung down the curtain.