The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1941-07-10
The COmmon-tater
-By Chuck Rattle
Playing a Tune ON the Typewriter

Bob MarkSon brought this back from St Cloud.
In certain eatery there this order from the waiter
to the chef-three feet more away-is sung out
Black out and blitz it. Translated it means simply
coffee without cream but hurry it! Erection
of the three story sixteen apartment building last
week on 5th between Pine and Birch streets should
help relieve the demand for apartments. Nicely
arranged, conveniently located all of them air
conditioned bit late for this season, it is expected
there will be waiting list by next spring, and
perhaps few scraps among the tenants. Estimated
cost of the building outside of heating electricity
and other modern inconvenience, thirty-fve dollars
The apartments primarily designed for mar
tens and wrens by Cash Urness.
-Newspaperish
Newspapersh tales have a salt all their and
this old Herald's history is full of the lore that
reeks with printers ink. year or so ago J.
p. Nottage of Newburg, Oregon, came back to Sank
Centre visit that historic in tsef since it
the first time in twenty years he had seen Gene
Bohal. Mr.. Nottage was telling U.S. we discovered
in almost forgotten notebook, that he started
in the printing business here more than fifty years
ago. While he here he answered ad wanting
man to hand set legals to aid another man tenn
porarily. Nottage applied, and he put it,
made himself numerous the other fellow got fired
Nottage stayed for nearly three years on this
temporary assignment. And then not SO long
ago, Mr. Halverson, ST. Cloud son-n-law of the late
John McGibbon, dropped in to the office. He looked
up at the twinkleeyed picture of Frank Eddy former
Herald editor. "You know" he said II remember
something about Eddy" He related a tale of how
Frank had come to work in the morning on one
day. hustled about for few minutes called his girl
into the office, asked for the mall Inc mali was
an unusually fine collection of bills. Pay them all
under three dollars and throw the rest away, Eddy
told her with what Mr.. Halverson considered un-
usual dispatch
We took little drive Sunday up old number
four to the north and around the lake. 1t was a
long familiar road the family since in earlier days
it was the highway to Bertha our old home Dad
recalling at the of the little red school
house how he used to worry for four miles going
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with the corner at its foot 1t bad either
way in those days of automobiling. On high from
the corner approach it couldn't be Unanswered One
never knew about two wheel brakes, did one?
For cars today the hill is peanuts. remember
that little schoolhouse fascinated me- In the first
place it additionally and correctly red brick
Then too it always signaled to us the approach OF
the end of the journey which in those days brother
was journey. To get to the hill that swings
past it, they tell the tale of one old fellow who
learned to drive rather late in years and had not
completely divorced his habits from driving horses
He slam-banged down the HILL too fast to make the
curve, and powed to a stop up against the rail
Il thought getting the brake he explained
later "but stepped on the go-some-more." In
those days automobiling wasn't simple pleasure;
it was high adventure.
Moon in NV Window
Soft light of a full moon screened to fine shafts
through my windows. Treads with nolseless FOOT
falls all about the room. The whole room swath-
ed in a white ethereal light. Behind overhead
great spotlight the moon, hanging like painted
prop against a dark backdrop. star or two
twinkled, daring bravely the binding light The
chimney of the house next door stretches up, falls
far short of the moon. Trees dark splotches,
etched neatly against the sky. Clouds, tired
from days racing, hang motioness they look
pasted in place. Like sponges soak up the moons
light. Down the street a pine tree filters the
in splotched radiance only pine tree can.
Notified lawns. Trees, not even whispering,
heaving a hushed night sigh. Tracks of the
railroad just beyond CLEAN on their smooth topsdes.
:. Down the highway the sound of rushing
automobiles finally merges into the night sounds.
=. Moonlght-the klieg of night.