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This horse-drawn school wagon, often called a hack, was one of two 1903 Studebaker wagons owned by the Oak Mound School north of Moorhead. This hack was restored by Einar Anderson of Oakport Township, who is pictured, and is now on display at Bonanzaville in West Fargo.
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This horse-drawn school wagon, often called a hack, was one of two 1903 Studebaker wagons owned by the Oak Mound School north of Moorhead. This hack was restored by Einar Anderson of Oakport Township, who is pictured, and is now on display at Bonanzaville in West Fargo. Special to The Forum
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Here’s another picture of the old horse-drawn school wagons often called hacks.

It’s one of the two 1903 Studebaker wagons owned by the Oak Mound School north of Moorhead.

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This hack was restored by Einar Anderson of Oakport Township, north of Moorhead. It now is on display at Bonanzaville in West Fargo. That’s Einar in the picture. His son, Fred Anderson, Moorhead, sent the picture in. Fred was chief engineer for the Moorhead Public Schools in the early 1950s.

Morris Doyle of Fargo writes that in the late 1800s, his grandfather, John Doyle, ran a livery stable in Stuart, Iowa.

John also was the mail carrier out of Stuart, and he carried the mail in a hack. It was similar to a stagecoach and also carried passengers, Morris says.

North Dakota songs

David Lutes of Palm Desert, Calif., writes that he enjoyed this column’s story on North Dakota’s state song.

“I learned only the first verse,” David says, “but then I grew up in Fargo and moved to California in 1969.”

David also recalls another North Dakota song, with these lyrics:

You oughta go to North Dakota,

See the cattle and the wheat

And the folks who can’t be beat.

You say hello to North Dakota, but just can’t say goodbye.

The sky is bluer than blue, the sun is sunnier, too,

And if you don’t believe it, there’s only one thing to do:

You oughta go to North Dakota.

David kindly offers to sing it for folks, but we’re going to spare his getting hundreds of phone calls and so will refrain from giving out his number.

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