THE HERMISTON HERALD, HERMISTON, OREGON
Thursday, June 17, 1937
Way Back When
THE SUNNY SIDE OF LIFE
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/'''L A R K GABLE was little differ-
ent from any other small town
boy. Born in Cadiz, Ohio, in 1900,
and later living in Hopedale. Ohio,
population 500, Clark Gable was a
regular American boy, fond of the
outdoors and all sports. Mother
less from the time he was seven
months old, he was raised by his
grandparents until his father re
married. He held a deep love and
respect for his stepmother.
Like any other normal American
boy, Clark Gable was not sure what
position he would like to hold in
life. He thought for awhile that he
might be an architect, and later
he studied medicine at night school.
Ambitious but poor, he had to work
Clean Comics That Will Amuse Both Old and Young
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from the time he was seventeen
years old, and his jobs were as va
ried as his opportunities. He was
time-keeper in a rubber factory,
call boy in a theater, an oil driller,
a telephone linesman, a surveyor's
assistant and a lumberjack. Clark
Gable might have been anything but
a motion picture actor.
He became a star by traveling
the hard road of theatrical stock
companies and motion picture ex
tra, overcoming many disappoint
ments, until he reached the pinna
cle in “ It Happened One Night,”
which won the Motion Picture
award for the best picture of 1934.
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MESCAL IKE
By s. l . huntley
Lucky Muley
CARL SANDBURG NEVER
WOULD SETTLE DOWN
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someone say, “I don’t know
what to do about that boy of mine;
it looks like he never will settle
down” ? Carl Sandburg was like
that. A boy who skipped from job
to job, and gave his simple Swedish
immigrant parents many a worried
hour I He was born in 1878 in Gales
burg, 111., of people who were un
educated and kindly, simple and
poor. Forced by poverty to go to
work when he was thirteen, he be
gan the seemingly endless series
of jobs that gave him such true
understanding of the common peo
ple.
He drove a milk wagon in Gales
burg and he blacked boots in a
barber shop. If you could have
looked into the future and said that
some day Carl Sandburg would be
a great poet, they would have
laughed you out of town! He be
came a scene shifter in a cheap
theater, a truck handler in a brick
yard, and then a turner’s apprentice
in a pottery shop. Cheap manual
labor, nothing skilled about most of
it! He worked as a dish-washer in
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In the Kansas wheat fields, and a
carpenter’s helper.
Carl Sandburg was learning the
painter’s trade when the Spanish-
American war broke out, and he
enlisted. A comrade persuaded him
to go to Lombard college and he
worked his way through as a bell
ringer, gym janitor and college cor
respondent for the Galesburg Daily
Mail. In college his literary ability
developed and he became editor of
the school publications. After grad
uation he supported himself as ad
vertising manager of a department
store and sales manager of a busi
ness machines firm.
He entered politics, became a re
porter, and in 1917, Carl Sandburg
joined the staff of the Chicago Daily
News, where his work has been out
standing.
A rolling stone, a restless jack-of-
all-trades has been Carl Sandburg,
but from the time of his literary
awakening in college, he has writ
ten steadily stories for children, a
biography of Lincoln, and hundreds
of poems about the mass of people.
So, if that boy of yours is rest
less, if be skips from place to place,
be patient. Carl Sandburg gained
fame by knowing many people,
many jobs, many problems.
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aroused at 2 a. m .)—Five cents’
worth of bicarbonate of soda for in
digestion at this time of night! Why,
a glass oi hot water would have
done just as well.
MacDougal—Weel weel, 1 thank
ye for the advice, and I ’ll not bother
ye after all. Good night.
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•‘From now on, father,” said the
bright offspring, “ I've decided to
paddle my own canoe.”
“Splendid!” approved the relieved
parent.
“ Yes, sir,” went on the boy, “ and
so I wish you'd lend me 50 bucks to
buy the canoe to paddle.”
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