The Sauk Centre herald., 1941-09-04

nm for weeks reveled in a new found freedom.
You find out little personal bit like this: that the
Doctor has been practicing for thirty-seven years
But for few of those first would gladly
have traded the m. d. for clerkship or something
less trying Perhaps every doctor goes through
those few bad years when everything he tries
seems wrong when he can recognize nothing as
diagnosis when he must bluff to gain the confidence
of his patients. But somehow the harder pull
through-along with their patients. You put
these things together and it is something of an
item.
You run across Win Gallup enjoying a cigaret
after his morning coffee and looking aimlessly out
the expanse of front window in the Waldorf
You sit down and notice poster in the window
for a neighboring county fair which horse
prances. So the conversation falls to horses.
Win unravels a tale. 1t seems he and his family
were out a certain farm along with some other
people. The farmer there owned stallion, a par
ticularly mean old fellow who wouldn't even allow
the farmer into the stall. In the other family
at the farm that day was youngster, little girl
toddling about Suddenly they noted her absence
A search found her-in the stall with the horse
Horrfied, they feared for her life but the farmer
noticed the horse uncommonly gentle, cautioned
against exciting him. They watched meanwhile
calling the child. That horse was never more
gentle. The child was under him, standing between
his front feet. The horse looked down to watch
He picked up big hoof that would easily have
crushed the child, set it down gingerly if it
were made of glass. Well, they got the child
out unharmed. The tale had just enough of
something you want, of color and interest, so you
set it down.
Big Three
You pop down to the creamery and find the
boys discussing the biggest thing in the dairy in
dustry right now-the recent change in the status
of oleomargarine. You learn they think it's
unfair, this government sponsorship of substitute
for butter You learn too that the butter industry
to this community alone worth a quarter of a
million dollars in 1910; sputter slightly over
such munificent sum- You learn that the but
ter bill of this city alone $4,000 during the
past year. You conjure up what might happen with
any shriveling Of this market. But you phoso-
phize that perhaps the oleo proviso is not entirely
bad for the dairy industry. Powerful forces in
four states combating this ruling.
You realize suddenly that the dairy industry is
united unto itself more closely in this fight than
perhaps at any other time of its existence. That's
healthy too. You go along little farther and
you accost Louis Lovik, his white hat plopped back
on his head, and he talks poultry and eggs. He
recalls how it wasn't so many years ago that along
in the winter the hen called a halt altogether and
the prices of eggs leaped in bounds until they
began laying again and the bounds were in the
other direction. Most farmers at that time had
poultry sideline-it all right for the women
and children to take of them. They were dandy
for chicken fries and a fellow could always
quarter of dozen eggs for breakfast to swipe
around with his bacon It's serious business
now, running in this community alone thousands
yearly. Three main outlets for both poultry and
eggs maintained here besides the markets and
groceries that handle eggs and dressed poultry for
millions Of baby chicks yearly, and flocks are
booded stock, bred with production and weight
and flavor in mind. Suddenly you have put
together the picture that here is the big three of
this communitys Observation-Disclosures poultry and
eggs. Very prosaic, but very necessary COM
moditieS.
Mac
Suddenly you are face to face with the death
of T. L. Mccormick He is friend. Not merely
an acquaintance; not friend to take fishing. {.
a cOlumninP a
years never figured. T. L. Mccormick was one OF
those oldsters to whom a columnst could go
certain occasions when the story called for little
color of the past You recall that the last in
terview after Anton Nelson and AL Salmond
had found the shoe the site of the old govern
ment trail You recall too you don't even know
his right name, only the initials, that it didn't
much matter because everyone called him simply
Mac" So you stand around, people do on
the death of someone who has long been the
current scene and think about Mac We sat in
his room, Mac and I, on the occasion of that last
interview Mac had the twnklingest eyes of any
man his age I've known They crinkled like crush
ed brown paper when he smiled. They lighted with