Almost 50 Years Ago

Posted 6/16/21

THE SOUTH WASHINGTON COUNTY SUN August 19, 1970 Attended to by Six Sisters, Kathleen Hughes Weds Thomas J. Stockton (photo Mr. and Mrs. Stockton) Attended by her six sisters, Kathleen M. Hughes …

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Almost 50 Years Ago


THE SOUTH WASHINGTON COUNTY SUN August 19, 1970 Attended to by Six Sisters, Kathleen Hughes Weds Thomas J. Stockton (photo Mr. and Mrs. Stockton) Attended by her six sisters, Kathleen M. Hughes became the bride of Thomas J. Stockton recently at St. Michael’s on the Hill Catholic Church. Officiating at the nuptial mass was the Reverend Kenneth G. LaVan, a friend of the bride.

Parents of the couple are Mr. and Mrs. Donald Hughes of West St. Paul and Mr. and Mrs. Francis Stockton of Mendota Heights.

Maid of honor for the new Mrs. Stockton was Colleen Hurley of West St. Paul with bridesmaids Cathy Bloomquist of St. Paul, and the brides three sisters, Nancy, Mary Jo and Judy Hughes. Junior bridesmaids were sisters Chris and Patty. The flower girl was Ann Marie, also a sister of the bride.

Jack Jung of Ottawa, best man, attended the bridegroom, along with groomsmen, James Pawlenty, James Focht, Gary Rasmussen, both of St. Paul, and Charles Cossetta of Hopkins, the bridegroom’s cousin. Junior groomsmen were Michael Stockton, the bridegroom’s brother, and Mark Hughes, the bride’s cousin. Curt Cossetta of Hopkins, the bridegroom’s cousin, was ring bearer. Ushers were cousins of the bride, Michael Hughes, Frank Cossetta, and Bob Focht of St. Paul.

Following the ceremony there was a reception at Brady High School.

A school fashion update with picture at the Washington County Historical Society, in the papers: (photo) PONCHOS ARE IN this fall, especially for those returning to school. Here Robin Keagh, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Robert Keagh of South St. Paul tries on one of the newest at Mary Adam’s Apparel Shop in Signal Hills Shopping Center. With controversy over the hemline still raging, Mrs. Berncie Shipl;ey is delighted to be selling the less controversial garment. She says only about 3% of the Mary Adam’s fashions are in midi or maxi look. “Personally,” she added, “I think the midi ages a person. I’d like to see women stick up for their rights on this issue.” So far south area women seem to follow her ideas, and refuse to lengthen hemlines— much.

New Signs –Old Names?

St. Paul Park Village Council appears ready to buy new street signs but not adopt the metropolitan naming and numbering system.

THE Council, meeting Monday, directed the Street Supt. Paul Cichy to include in his budget for next year about 3,000 for new signs. Cichy told the council that most of the sign nameplates and posts are misspelled or battered and should be replaced.

He said it would be more economical to buy all the signs at one time, rather than replacing them from time to time.

Because of this, the council wants to decide at its next meeting Sept. 14 whether the new signs will bear old or new street names.

Mayor Millard Axelrod said he would not mind a change in house and street numbers but is not in favor of changing street names. Councilman Emil Quasabart said the system is good but said the City of St. Paul will never adopt it, and this, he said, makes it meaningless.

HE NOTED that St. Paul Park street names, most of which duplicate names in St. Paul, cause confusion with mail delivery, but, “We’ve lived with it for darn near a hundred years…” Councilman Robert Mann said the planning commission has not yet made its recommendation on the new system but implied that commission members are not in favor of a change.

Clerk LeRoy Edquist said he was once in favor but is now irritated by the increasing “metropolitan takeover” of his (See Council on Page 3)

THE REPORTER South Washington County Edition Serving St. Paul Park, Newport, Thompson Grove, Woodbury Hts.

Friday, June 2, 1961 Youths Growing Restless With Supervised Activities SURBURBAN NEWSPAPER EDITORIAL STAFF MINNEAPOLIS—Sports Editor Dick Bonneville of Surburban Newspapers relays an interesting bit of intelligence.

From a half dozen educators and coaches, Bonnesville reports, he heard the same story in recent months: high school boys and girls are increasingly restive under days and weeks of supervised activity That’s a most significant trend.

Put yourself (if you’re an oldster) in the place of today’s


He gets up at the same time daily, breakfasts at about the same moment on approximately the same food, catches the same bus at the same corner, follows the same routine of work and play through the day and returns home for virtually the same homework schedule every night.

Every waking hour he’s told what to do…coached, instructed, drilled and disciplined. And when summer comes there’s a program of supervised play and recreation according to the rules. Not once a week is he called on for a really important decision. He lives according to the book…never knows the heart stopping thrill of imminent personal danger or the physical pain personal carelessness can bring.

Small wonder students riot “just for the hell of it” as they did in Texas last week. They’re seeking escaper from the boredom of constant supervision…quenching the thirst for danger and excitement that lurks in every young breast.

There was a time when boys and girls took off, on a Saturday morning, for a hike across the fields and streams on their very own. No one told them where to go or what to do. They skipped rocks in the water, found a meadowlark’s nest, flushed a couple rabbits, snitched some apples, ate them and came home blissfully tired at night (and something that St. Augustine of Hippo writes of in his Confessions, trading ‘apples’ for ‘pears.’) Or they organized a sandlot baseball game…making up their own rules as they went along to fit the number of players, the adequacy of equipment on hand and the whims of the participants.

Or they built a tree house, carved out a fort on a distant hillside, or built a raft and went sailing.

Sometimes they got in trouble. Sometimes they were chased by a bull (a cow could give you a thrill, too, but not the same delicious sense of danger) or were stung by a bee or suffered a broken arm in a tumble from a tree. Often they annoyed the neighbors and stirred the farmer’s ire. But theirs was a normal, rewarding, enriched experience…and they grew up with a resourcefulness modern youngsters (whose every move is planned, whose every hour is sheltered and protected) never have a chance to develop.

This everlasting supervision is evil. Worse, as population density increases and the field of knowledge broadens, the need for still more personal discipline will increase.

We have to build tough, self-confident, resilient men and women out of these youngsters. How are we going to do it if someone else makes the decisions for their every waking hour?

Prison inmates Stillwater, Minnesota June 13, 1901 Home Leaving.

By STRABO LEAVING home to many a young man his making or his ruin. As to which it proves to be, depends largely on the kind of training he received while at home and the kind of stuff he is made of.

To the young man of good parts, moral stamina, grit and common sense, nothing is a greater developer in the right direction than getting away from home. Once out among strangers, the thoughtful care of loving parents is all gone, and he must rely upon himself. Of the comforts thrust upon him hitherto by the loved ones at home, he is now deprived. Circumstances now compel him to think and provide for himself; brought into competition with others, he must now struggle to keep his place in the race of life, unassisted by friends. This, to the young man of good parts, is the school of experience which develops energy, tact, self-reliance, and in a word makes of him a manly man. But if he is morally weak, vacillating, reckless, indifferent, venturesome, with little or no conscience, or has in him that peculiar selfishness which turns good talents and ingenuity into powers for evil, leaving home soon works his destruction.

The selfish, reckless young man soon finds himself in partnership with the prince of darkness, and on the highway to ruin.

How important them, that our boys all receive the proper training in the home, so essential to qualifying them to safely take care of themselves after they have passed the home-leaving time for evermore. It is the man who gets to be a man who does, and to whom the chance of doing comes.

MIZPAH Mizpah! God be the watcher Whene’er our ways divide, And thine go to the one hand, Mine to the other side.

And yet, though far asunder Thy way and mine may be, God in his sleepless mercy, Keep watch ‘twixt you and me….When thou are faint and weary, When thou hast gone astray!

The hand of the Good Shepherd Restore thee to the way… Alexander R. Thompson, D. D.

Territorial Dispatch Almost 170 Years Ago

THE MINNESOTIAN Volume 1, Number 1 J. C. Terry, Publisher September 17, 1851 A parcel of students at Darthmouth College amused themselves the other day by the very intellectual occupation of blowing horns; for which offense ten of them were expelled from the institution. The balance of the institution, however, anxious to reclaim the sad reprobates, united in a petition to the faculty, pledging themselves not to blow horns any more if the offenders were pardoned. Whereupon, after serious reflection and grave consultation with the Board of Trustees, the young gentlemen were permitted to resume their scholastic duties.

Reported from elsewhere: W. L. Chaplin, who was arrested in Maryland last year, for assisting slaves to escape, and who forfeited his bail of $20,000, was married on the 12th instant at the Glen Haven Watercure, to Miss Thodocia Gilbert. The marriage ceremony was performed by themselves.

Before emoticons: SOMETHING FOR TYPOS.—“* of my existence, give me an },: said a printer to his sweetheart. She immediately made a—at him, and planted her (pointer finger) between his ii’s, nearly putting a . to his existence.

“Such an outrage,” was the ! of Faust, looking †† at her, “probably without a ll in this § of country. And is a good