News from Huron in the 1890s

 The following is a transcript from an old letter I found in a box of papers and other ephemera.  It appears to be written by Eddie Kimball, son of Anna Kimball, to his friend Walter.

 Huron, S. D., March 8, 1890

Dear Friend Walter,

I received your letter last Aug. and have not answered it till now. I hope you will forgive me for neglecting it so long. I have been very busy at school and am obliged to study every night. For Prof. Rowe seems to try to think up things to give us plenty to do. Not long ago he said that we must do all of our written work with pen and ink. I am in the B Class in the High School. I still study Latin besides Geometry with Algebra.

As you asked me to tell about the boys I will try and say something about some of them. Lon Huntington is a member of the C class in the High School. He had been working in a grocery store for about two years before the commencement of this school year. Will Jones is in the D class and Ken McKinzie is a night office boy at the railroad office. He got tired of going to school. Harry Steel and Sanford Scuyler are the only members of the graduating class which I believe is your old class.

My father and mother staid [sic] at Duluth about a month and came home feeling a great deal better. As Papa did not feel well enough to ride over the prairie this winter, he gave up work the first of Dec. He intends to go somewhere for his health by the last of this month or the first of next. He has thought some of going to Airsonia [sic] or New Mexico. If so he will possibly come to Los Angeles. But he now thinks he will go to western North Carolina. We still own Pax but may sell him. I hope Papa won't.

Pierre got the capital, but Huron has not given up hope and will be in the race this fall. I expect we will leave the Great American Desert within a year or two; and if the capital comes our way next fall it will be a good time to sell. We have all had the grippe but mamma and she has been sick several times.

Grandma is just recovering, she had the grippe worse than any of us. Hope you have not suffered in the great floods that I have read about in the papers. We have had an unusual mild winter. Please tell how your father and mother are when you write again. Mother says she wishes your mother would write to her. We all send love to you all. I must close as it is supper time.

Your friend,

Eddie Kimball.

Dear Walter,
            Please tell May to write to me as soon as she can.
Anna Kimball

Schooner Beer - Huron, South Dakota

 

Photo ca 1935. The brewery was located at 255 Columbia NE.

Dakota Brewing Company, headed by J. G. Dorsey, bottled carbonated beverages and "near beer" during Prohibition, which ended in December of 1933. In April of 1934, they began producing keg beer until an expansion of the plant in 1936 allowed them to add 12-ounce "steinies" and half-gallon picnic bottles to their products beginning in December. The expansion cost the company about $20,000 but they were able to hire 6 additional employees and procure two more trucks to distribute their beer throughout their territory, which included the entire eastern half of South Dakota. They could manufacture 160 cases (38,400 bottles) of beer per day at the beginning, and expected to increase that number to 200 cases per day once new employees were fully trained and summer came around.

Schooner beer was made from spring water, was all grain, with no rice, syrup, or coloring. It was described as having "a heavy body and a rich pure grain flavor."

Making the beer itself was a very particular process if you wanted to get it right, according to the plant's brewmaster, Joe Poellinger. Poellinger had a background that included 36 years of experience in the brewing business. Only spring water could be used, and there were multiple stages of production before it was sent to a large 35-degree cellar. In the cellar were 15 storage vats, each one holding 85 barrels. Here it aged for 3 months, a vital step. It was then filtered before being bottled and distributed.

Steinies were produced with used bottles, which were soaked in a warm soda solution to remove any impurities and old labels that might still adhere. From there they went to the patent machine, which had 16 fast moving brushes to swirl water through the bottles, 16 at a time. After a rinsing, they were ready to be filled.

A rack moved the bottles from station to station, first under tubes that filled them, then to the capper. After that, they were pasteurized to kill the yeast in the beer. The water for pasteurization had to be kept at a very specific temperature; too low would fail to pasteurize, and too high would ruin the beer. After pasteurization, the beer could be held at any temperature. Keg beer was not pasteurized and had to be kept at a cool temperature constantly, otherwise the yeast would continue to grow and the beer would lose clarity. After pasteurization, the steinies were moved to an automated labeling station where they were wetted and immediately slapped with a label. From there they were packaged into cases and distributed.

Sources:

Evening Huronite, Huron, South Dakota. December 15, 1936.
Evening Huronite, Huron, South Dakota. December 16, 1936
Evening Huronite, Huron, South Dakota. February 28, 1938.

Lampe Market

 

It was in the early 1880s when Albert Lampe Sr, along with his wife and five children made the long and difficult trip from Wernigerode, Germany to Huron, South Dakota. Lampe's family had been in the food business for generations, going back more than 200 years and having owned his own meat market in Germany for 8 years, it was only natural that he would seek out employment in the same line of work once settled at Huron. He was hired by Jacob Schaller in December of 1882 as a buyer, butcher and packer in Schaller's shop.

Lampe continued working for Schaller until April of 1889 when he decided to go into business for himself in a building just north of Northwest Security National Bank, which was located at 3^rd and Dakota. The business was so successful that he was able to construct a new building at 266 Dakota Avenue in 1906, and the business incorporated by 1913. ("Fashion City" would later locate at this site).

The business was so successful that in 1927 he had constructed yet a larger building, located at the corner of 4^th and Dakota S., a building that many of us first knew as the "Sears and Roebuck" store. It was not so much the building that set it apart, but the setup of the business which was different than most and played a large role in its success.

The new Lampe's Market, showing just how large the building was.

Lampe's was a "vertical trust" – they did all the processing from providing the raw material to creating the finished product, all within their one organization. Imperative to this process was their 900 acre farm south of town where they raised the meat and killed it. The basement of their downtown store was a "complete packing plant." Taking full control of their products lowered their marketing costs and allowed them to offer their customers lower prices while controlling quality and accessibility.

And it wasn't just meat – the deli did their own cooking and processing; their bakery did the baking on site. The meat department also produced their own ham, bacon, sausage, and lard. The farm produced milk, eggs, and vegetables to sell at the store.

After considerable research, the Lampes settled on Ayrshire cattle both for meat and for dairy products. They also raised part of the food needed for their livestock right there on the farm. Besides cattle, they raised hogs, sheep, and chickens.

At the time of the formal opening of the new location they offered tours of the building, top to bottom, so that consumers could see how the products they buy were prepared and handled. This new building – four floors (basement, main, mezzanine, and second floors) – was well stocked and more than just a meat market. It carried a more complete range of grocery items including canned goods, fresh fruits and vegetables, bakery items, and deli foods than they were able to stock at the previous location.

The "old" meat market, at 266 Dakota av. was to remain open, at least for awhile.

Lampe's was indeed a "family affair," with Albert Lampe acting as president, Fred Lampe as vice-president, Henry Lampe as secretary-treasurer, Albert Lampe Jr as manager of retail sales, Gustav C. Lampe as stock buyer and farm manager, and Karl W. Lampe as manager of the order department.

Just a few months after opening the new building, Albert Sr passed away (August 27, 1927). Due to poor health, he had not taken an active role in the business for some time prior. Henry Lampe died the following year.

Ration lines during World War II

Like so many other businesses, Lampe's had its share of struggles during the Great Depression. In addition the family matriarch, Mrs. Lampe, died in 1933; Fred Lampe Sr died in 1939 – it was Fred who was president of the board of directors after his father's passing.

World War II also caused many complications for the business with rations and scarcity of some grocery items. Having their farm to supply their meat helped buffer them to a certain extent.

Hard times forced the sale of the building, ordered by the court in 1947. Sears and Roebuck Co. purchased the building and opened a large store with many different departments including hardware, sporting goods, paint, auto accessories, clothing and shoes, housewares, plumbing, appliances, and radios among other things. The space also included their business offices, and a mail order department was set up. This new store was managed by E. C. Sharp.

The new Sears & Roebuck store, formerly Lampe Market

The Lampe family built a new grocery store at 1950 Dakota Av. S., which many of us knew as Lewis Drug. This store opened in March of 1948. The operators of this store were: Karl W. Lampe, president; Emma Lampe, Secretary-Treasurer; G. C. Lampe, Farm Manager; Frederick Lampe, Store Manager; and Gertrude Lampe, Buyer.

In 1959 the store closed and this final building for Lampe Market was sold for $56,000. Two investors from Sioux Falls made the purchase, and eventually Randall's would open a store there.

Sources:

The Evening Huronite, March 19, 1927
The Daily Plainsman, March 22, 1948
The Daily Plainsman, May 19, 1949
The Huronite and Daily Plainsman, June 28, 1955
The Daily Plainsman, Feb. 1, 1959
The WPA Guide to South Dakota

The Maggot - Live Matter in a Dead Body - Issue #4

 The Maggot

“Live Matter in a Dead Body”

Issue No. 4 November 24, 1941 Published by “The Maggots”

“The Gay Nineties Revue”

In as much as it is the policy of THE MAGGOT to bring to light any true facts that we feel need presenting, we want to make it clear that we do not lay the responsibility for the over-conservative policies of the institution at the feet of only the administrators – no indeed – a good share of the credit is due our board of trustees with special recognition going to the executive committee.

Of the thirteen members on that fine body, seven are eligible for the degree “old faithful” each having served at least twenty years – in fact, the fortieth anniversary of one, namely the maternal parent of our illustrious political protege, will be observed next year. It is of extraordinary interest that this good member is the only one who holds a position on six of the trustee committees. No other trustee who has served only fifteen or twenty years and consequently whose conservatism can be doubted is allowed to take that much responsibility for running the school. Those irresponsible and unreliable liberals and new-comers who have served only four to eight years are allowed on at most three committees, and Carl Voigt, a truly liberal “scoundrel”, cannot be trusted on any committee. The “terrible thirties” are not as qualifying as the “gay nineties”.

Last year when we were without a president, what was the excuse that our good vice president presented for the slow action of the board? Oh yes, he said that it was so hard to get them together. Bear in mind however that all the members of the executive committee are Huron residents. It is a private hypothesis that the reason they couldn't get together was because one took his nap at two and another his at three, an thus anyone can see that a meeting was simply impossible.

As long as Huron college is run by a group of oldsters who are actually senile, we can never hope for a progressive school. The last issue of the Alphomega reminds us that we should be duly reverent of our faithful administrators and those who have given their lives to the institution, but how can we be expected to be reverent of policies that have not changed since the turn of the century.

In case the administrators and trustees are inclined to laugh this off, let us remind them that 90 per cent of the Huron business men questioned thought that the college was hopelessly outdated and run by antiquated, debilitated, senile individuals.

We Love Our Student Lounge

Yes, we love our student lounge! It has everything we need to lounge. There are some lovely, comfortable straight-back chairs to relax in; a few desks to write on; and some beautiful ebony black-boards to look at. We are right across the hall from the library where we can make all the noise we want. We could smoke too, only it seems the trustees are afraid it might stunt our growth. We might be able to have a nickleodeon too, only the faculty would probably move it down to that much-used lounge of theirs. We don't need a coke dispenser because the walk over to the store does us good, and besides all our organizations have plenty of money – they don't need the added income. Yes, this is a haven of rest for the scholastically weary.

The trophy room of our gymnasium is an ideal place for our proposed plan. Installation of a nickleodeon, a few pieces of appropriate furniture, distinctive decorations, and a coca-cola dispenser would satisfy any student body. Frequently planned evening get-togethers of “the gang” at such a place would help to “Keep the College on the Campus”, give the students a chance to become better acquainted with one another, and prevent the frequenting of suburban clubs.

We are convinced the “Little Student Union” would work, and why should any administration hesitate to put it into operation. Surely campus organizations would be only too glad to have such a place on our campus, and would assist financially in getting it started.

If we want to put Huron on top, we must keep abreast of the other schools. We must make at least a few improvements. This school has some fine incorporated rules an regulations, but evidently it has quite forgotten that is students no longer come to school via horse and buggy. Huron college NEEDS the “Little Student Union.”

BOOST FOR THE MAGGOTS

The Maggot - Live Matter in a Dead Body Issue #3

The Maggot

“Live Matter in a Dead Body”

Issue No. 3 November 17, 1941 Published by “The Maggots”

The Case of Big Dan Greek

I can see Dan now; a 190 pound, six foot, likeable boy who loved Huron college and football with an ambitious fervor. He won his letter quite easily in his first and only year at Huron, and he graciously admitted that he learned more football in his one season at Huron than he had in four full years of championship high school competition.

Why did Dan drop out? The answer is too simple. Because he was compelled, by the powers that be, to fight against unsurmountable odds. He fought a valiant fight with his chin up and he always had a ready smile, but the inevitable finish was written when his mid-term grades appeared at the halfway mark in the second semester. He had flunked beyond the point of recovery.

After twenty-seven solid weeks of rising at five o'clock every morning to tend a furnace and do odd jobs for a basement room, attending a solid schedule of morning classes, working entire afternoons on the campus, working nights in a downtown cafe for his bread and butter, then finishing the day with an eleven o'clock date in a furnace room, and yet attempt to eke out a scholastic existence was more than even “Big Boone” could survive. If he had been relieved of just one of these binding responsibilities, he could have stayed in school and would have returned this year. Unfortunately the opposite was the case; over all his unending tasks, he was constantly hounded for a small debt which he believed, in good faith, he had worked out early in the year.

We walked to school that sharp winter morning, Dan and I; he had his suitcase, and both of us dreaded the moment when we should reach the college, he to go on by and I to stay. When we reached the north steps he took a deep breath, I blinked my eyes and he offered his huge right hand, which I grasped and said, “Well Kid... I … guess this is it.”

“Yeah, and luck to ya”, he floundered.

There were tears in his eyes as he turned his back on the school he loved, and reluctantly strode toward the highway to hitch-hike home, never to return.

Who is Holding Huron Back?

One man has set himself up as the supreme deity of Huron college. Students and faculty alike fear his power. By denying financial support to any plan he disapproves is his very effective way of committing murder. The murder of an institution that could very well be one of the finest in the country.

With sensible use of available resources Huron college could make itself more than attractive to the thousands of South Dakota young people who are seeking an education. President George F. McDougall knows how to put us back on the map but the Board of Trustees and the student body must give their full support. We know that 95 per cent of the students are ready to give that support.

“The Maggot” will continue indefinitely as the uncensored voice of the student body. We need money badly, but if we can't get it from those who read the paper we will sell ads. We don't want the townsmen to know of our dissension, but necessity is the only word we can recognize.

BOOST FOR THE MAGGOTS

To Whom It May Concern –

The above case is an unsolicited contribution to this periodical, made by one who thought it worthy of telling. It is the plain and unadulterated truth. “The Maggot” welcome any further such articles that may happen to fall into the right hands. It will be our policy to print the rights and wrongs of this institution in their entirety. And when our story is completed we'll reveal our identity and be ready to stand back of anything we have said. Any efforts to destroy these worthy missiles, by self-appointed policemen AND WOMEN will only further bring the contempt and amusement of the student body upon their heads. We realize that in every movement to change the status quo, there are certain skeptics and busy-bodies who will do their best to make it a failure.

The Maggot - Live Matter in a Dead Body - Issue #2

 Issue #2 of Huron College's "disgruntled student" newsletter, "The Maggot - Live Matter in a Dead Body"

The Maggot

No. 2

We are not peddling paradise! We are defending Huron college from what has developed to the point of reactionary dictatorialism. We are conducting a clean up campaign aimed at releasing this institution from the tentacles of tight-fisted miserliness where absolutely necessary expenditures are concerned in regard to athletics and other campus programs.

No college can keep students or get a sufficiency of new ones when they have nothing to show or offer. Future enrollees want more than a gospel team, they want a football team. We don't need a steamroller, but we do need a few victories every season.

We have had two complete seasons without a single win. This year our opponents chalked up over 300 points to Huron's 18. Our boys have had the courage to go out there week after week and take a beating. Have they climbed on “the butcher wagon” for nothing? Our team has the skill and the guts, but they lack the weight and number.

Why do they lack the weight? Why do they lack numbers? Simply because we have to take what we get. We don't go out after the desired athletes nor do we hold them if they make, what so far has been the mistake of coming here. Ask Mr. P. or Miss D. what happened to Sedley Stuart, Bob Fisher, Ray Hilestad, Dan Greek Blair Peterson, Lee Pederson, etc.

What do politicians and bookkeepers know about running an athletic program. There is one long, lanky, lean Scotchman and one big, burly, benevolent sports mentor that do know how, but their hands are tied. It is up to the students to get behind them and cut those bonds. Put the power where power belongs.

We need athletic scolarships! [sic] We need definite jobs for football players! No more hackneyed promises! There is plenty of room in the gym for an athletes [sic] dormitory! Every other school has an assistant coach! The town wants to help us, but they won't if we do not help ourselves first!

A prospective athlete has to run the gauntlet of fountain pens, spectacles and dollar signs and then is met with a very verbose request for self-sacrifice. This is certainly a Christian institution.

Well, the Maggots are going to cogitate awhile. Next week, more true facts will be brought to light. We don't want indulgence. We're for action. We're for cleaning house!

[handwritten note: “The second addition [sic]. The third will come out Monday and will get one for us.”]

The Maggot - Live Matter in a Dead Body, Issue 1

 In November of 1941, what seems to be a small group of disgruntled students at Huron College began publishing "The Maggot - Live Matter in a Dead Body" newsletter.  I have issues 1-4, although I do not know how many were published in total.  Here, I present Issue #1, along with a handwritten note from the original owner.

The Maggot - “Live Matter in a Dead Body”

This publication is the weekly official clarion of an organization known as “The Maggots”. It is not a radical or revolutionary paper, but rather it is a symbol of the progressiveness which will be the policy of this body of liberal young men who are devoted to the abolition of over-conservativism [sic] on the part of certain Huron college administrators.

This college has been run into the ground by the stupid die-hards in power. Because of our athletic shortcomings, and because of our all-around failure to keep up with the times in progressive college activities, we have become the laughing stock of South Dakota schools.

Huron college is as dead as the proverbial doornail and is will [sic] remain that way until we students get behind a movement that will sweep before it the vestiges of moronic stubbornness which permeates the lifeless structure of this so-called institution. Those who fear for their jobs may sympathize with our cause, but they dare not participate in such changes as they may favor. It's up so [sic] the student body to create a force of public opinion which cannot be denied.

“The Maggots”, therefore, proclaim themselves as the heart of a new body that is to take the place of the old. Where before stood the skeleton of a rotten situation, there will rise a new being, a new college with a real administration which will have wholehearted support of a large and active student body.

The die has been cast. It is up to us as members of this student body to provide the molten material. If you want something to be proud of, form your opinion now and BE READY FOR FUTURE DEVELOPMENTS.

--Boost For The Maggots--

[handwritten note: “This was printed early Friday morning by some College boys. No one knows who they are. I think Carroll Ray is one I think. The Dean is very disgusted and the teachers are all up in the air. These were put all over the walls in the College. Pap was mad because they were run off his press and he didn't know it. Will tell u the result later.”]