Then in his 60s, Guthrie was the dean of Duluth vessel agents. He sized
up young Helberg and saw a potential apprentice. “He offered me an appealing
opportunity,” Dave explains. “He told me he’d put me on the boats the rest
of the year. He’d put me through business school in the winter. And he’d
put me on the payroll as of April 1, 1959.” It was one of those offers
that was too good to refuse.
“Forty
years ago this past summer,” Dave chuckles at the memory, “I started what
you might laughingly call a career. I was never real big on strategic planning.”
Dave took the offer, packed his bags and flew to Toledo, where he shipped
aboard the LaBelle, a 50-year-old steamboat owned by Kinsman Line
Cleveland. That day in the high summer of 1958, Dave got a quick education
in the way of the lakes. He also lost a nickname.
As he clambered up the ladder of the LaBelle, the first person to
greet him was Frank Kasperski, a grizzled, one-handed watchman who had
proven too tough to die when the Henry Steinbrenner had gone
down in a gale five years before. Dave’s folks christened him Davis when
he was born, and up until that very moment, everybody in Esko had known
him for years by the nickname, “DeeDee.” He took one look at the weathered
Kasperski and stuck out his hand. “It didn’t seem prudent,” he recalls,
“to say, ‘My name is Davis, but you may call me Dee Dee.’ So I said, ‘Hi,
I’m Dave.’”
The
LaBelle carried ore, coal and grain between the lower lakes and
Duluth-Superior, and Dave learned all he ever wanted to know about life
on the lakes that long-ago summer. When the gales of November came early
in 1958, the LaBelle was on Lake Superior and rode out the blow
that claimed the Carl Bradley 150 miles south and east on the upper
end of Lake Michigan.
Davis Helberg enjoyed newspaper work in a big way.
“That was a wild, wild storm,” Dave says. “We were in ballast on Lake Superior.
All hell broke loose about 2 a.m. It’s like my dad used to say: ‘Strange
tales the big boys tell.’”
Dave Helberg returned to Duluth that winter, enrolled at Carey-Gaspard
School of Business, learned speedwriting and a little bit of bookkeeping
and went to work for Alastair Guthrie Inc., a month before the seaway opened.
If you think Dave Helberg’s maritime career progressed in an unbroken line
for 40 years, think again. Life, and the lure of the news and sports desk,
kept intruding, at least for the first half of his career.
In 1961, still nurturing newspaper dreams, he quit the maritime industry
to go to the University of Minnesota-Duluth. But midway through his first
year, Karen was pregnant and there were bills to pay. Bud Lomoe was now
News-Tribune executive editor and, when Dave applied in January
1962, Lomoe hired him as a cub reporter. A few months later, he landed
a spot on the sports desk.
Not that he cut all ties to the maritime business. Sports was a nightside
assignment from roughly 3 p.m. until 1 a.m. In 1964, Dave worked days as
a ship runner for Duluth vessel agent Bob Baker. A ship runner is essentially
a “go-for” for a ship while it’s in port, Dave explains. “When you bring
the mail aboard, you’re kind of a popular guy - until you tell ‘em there’s
been a change in orders.”

The Duluth News-Tribune sports desk, 1962.
He wouldn’t be the first or last Twin Ports reporter to be bitten by the
boats; one long-time Duluth-Superior reporter took his month of vacation
every November to work the grain rush on the docks as a longshoreman.
Alastair Guthrie wasn’t about to let a promising disciple defect to the
Fourth Estate that easily. In the process of merging his business with
Baker’s, Guthrie and his new partner, Sven Hubner, prevailed upon Dave
to come back to the waterfront full time. He left the newspaper for the
first time, but Bud Lomoe and the late Bruce Bennett were equally unwilling
to let a good young reporter be wiled away to the docks. Like in a free-agent
bidding war, the newspaper called again a year later.
“At
the end of the 1965 shipping season,” Dave recalls, “Bud and Bruce made
me a heck of an offer. And I still had ink in my blood. It was really running
thick. In February 1966, I decided for the second time to leave the maritime
business forever.”
Dave might have stayed at the newspaper were it not for the persistence
of then St. Louis County Land Commissioner Len Theobald. When the News-Tribune
asked him to go dayside to cover county government in 1967, Dave approached
another of those career crossroads. Married by this time, with two children,
he faced the choice all reporters eventually face: Stick with the first
love of your life or find something more lucrative. All during 1968, when
Dave Helberg was covering the tumultuous political battle between Minnesota
Sens. Hubert Humphrey and Eugene McCarthy, Dave Oberlin had started calling.
Oberlin at the time was executive director of the Seaway Port Authority
of Duluth and would shortly become U.S. Administrator of the St. Lawrence
Seaway.
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