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The Dallas Post
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district of the Greater West Side,
gomprising Dallas and twenty-seven
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THE DALLAS POST PROGRAM
Phe Dallas Post will lend. its sup-
port and offers the use of its columns
to all projects which will help this
community and the great rural-subur-
ban territory which it serves to at-
tain the following major improve-
ments: :
1. A free library located in the Dal-
las region.
2. Better and adequate street light-
ing in Trucksville, Shavertown,
Fernbrook and Dallas. J
8. Sanitary sewage disposal system
for Dallas.
g. Closer cqopemation between Dal-
las borough and surrounding
townships. ;
schools and
5. Consolidated, high
better cooperation between those
that now exist.
6. The appointment of a shade tree
commission to supervise the pro-
tection and see to the planting of
shade trees along the streets of
Dallas, Shavertown, Trucksville
and Fernbrook.
7. The formation of a Back Moun-
tain Ciub made up of business
men and homeowners interested
in the development of local insti-
tutions, the organization of new
ones and the development of a
community consciousness in Dal-
las, Trucksville, Shavertown and
Fernbrook.
8. 'A modern concrete highway lead-
ing from Dallas and connecting
the Sullivan Trail at Tunkhan-
nock.
9, The elimination of petty politics
from Dallas borough council and
all school boards in the region
covered by The Dallas Post.
And all other projects which help
to make the Back Mountain sec-
tion a better place to live in.
eee eee ete?
We are indebted to William
Baird of Trucksville for the fol-
lowing items which were pub-
lished in the Dallas Weekly Post’
of twenty years ago. Mr. Baird
dropped into our office recently
and left a number of old copies of
. The Post which he had saved
through the years. We hope our
readers get as much interest out
of reading these items reprinted
here as we did when we came
upon them in the old yellow copies
of The Post of twenty years ago...
The issue from which these items
were taken was that of May 14,
1910.
EDITOR.
Samuel Bulford of Dallas has filed
papers for Democratic State delegate,
and solicits the vote and support of
his friends at the primary election to
be held June 4.
J. H. Anderson, editor of the Dallas
Weekly Post, announces his candidacy
for Republican nomination for Repre-
sentative in the General Assembly.
On Tuesday evening, May 17, the
Dallas band will give a concert under
the direction of Harry Runyon, leader,
in the new hall of the Dallas Hard-
ware Company. Ladies will be ad-
mitted free. J
Judge Fuller in an opinion handed
down Monday quashed the indictment
returned against Lehman township for
maintaining a road nuisance, for va-
rious errorts in the procedure, namely,
that the constable did not return the
road as a nuisance, although a paper
describing the road as bad was’ at-
tached to his return.
During the year closing April 1.)
1910, the Ladies’ Aid Society of Dal-
las M. E. church has cleared $150.56
zaar, $47.35 from dues and $47.35 for
from Aid suppers, $29.98 from the ba-
serving the soldiers’ supper.
The Trexler and Turrell Lumber Co.
have started bark peeling on South
Mountain.
Gordon Shook is on his way home
from the Philippine Islands, where he
has been engaged in teaching the past
three years. He is coming by way of
the Suez Canal and will spend some
time in London, England.
Fishermen as far as heard from are
meeting with very little success in
capturing the speckled beauties.
Elmer Kocher and sister Ruth spent
Smdey with Henry Kunkle and family
0 ull.
10.
Six girls and two boys, ranging in
their ages from 16 to 19 years, were
drowned while boating on a dam at
Huntington Mills, Huntington town-
ship, about six miles west of Shick-
shinny, Thursday afternoon between
1 to 2 o’clock. Four other boys in the
party had a narrow escape from a like
fate. All twelve were pupils at the
Huntington Independent school. Three
were members of the senior class to
graduate next Thursday. Within the
memory of the oldest residents ofi that
section of the county no happening so
tragic and so widespread in its sor-
rowful effects has ever occurred to stir
to such a deep sense of grief and
calamity the four or five communi-
ties where households have been
stricken.
All of the victims come from well
known families. Several of them
have relatives in this part of the
country.
A scow and a boat held the party
of happy school boys and girls that
left shortly after dinner yesterday for
an informal afternoon’s outing on the
dam. The scow in which half the
party were, sprog a leak. It began
to fill with wa and the occupants
. THE CORNER
Mud Slinging Starts
The political mud slinging for
which the“State organization is noted,
started the fireworks the middle of the
week when. they opened up. an at-
tacked John T. Kmetz, candidate for
Congress, in a ‘gross misleading ad-
vertisément, =
" The Kehoe-Langan-Burns-Fine or-
ganization, which is backing Turpin
for Congres, will asures many wet
votes of the county turning in for Tur-
pin, notwithstanding the fact that
Congressman Turpin votes dry when
in Congress, but “otherwise” when in
his home district.
State Senator Contest
The contest for State Senator be-
tween Andrew J. Sordoni and Adrian
Jones of West Hazleton seems to be
going along very smothly with very.
little if any fireworks. It seems that
both Senator Sordoni and Atorney
Jones feel too confident, as very little
active work seems to be in evidence.
Borough Quiet
For a change, borough politics
seem to be unusually quiet the past
few weeks with very little comment
being heard around the corner. If
borough council would start active
work on their resurfacing of the
borough roads which are planned for
this year instead of waiting until mid-
summer when traffic is heaviest, much
could be done. A good road program
for the borough will be more benefi-
cial to the taxpayers than anything
council has in mind.
School Directors to Elect Teachers
The list of school teachers to serve
the Dallas borough school district for
next year, while not completed, will
show very few changes. The directors
will announce the list of teachers
within the next ten days.
-Noxen-
Miss Ora B. Miller spent the week-
end at Binghamton, N; Y.
Mrs. Lewis Hackling and Dorothy
Cragle were recent visitors at Wilkes-
Barre.
R. S. Crosby has returned from ‘a
two weeks’ business trip in New York
City.
Mrs. J. Ty Evans of Kingston, Mrs.
D.” J. Gilmore of Binghamton, N. Y.,
spent several days visiting Mr. “and
Mrs. A. Thomas and Mr. and Mrs. and
Mrs. L. L. Loveland.
Mr. and Mrs. Shelby Dimmick .of
Scranton were recent callers at the
home of Mr. and Mrs. R. S. Crosby.
he Noxen high. school baseball team
defeated unkhannock high school in a
fast played game on the home dia-
mond Tuesday afternoon. A. feature
of the game was the pitching of “Pete”
Palmer and the fine team work of the
local boys. The team was in danger
several times but they showed their
fighting spirit and cut off their oppo-
nents’ chances. Final score was 5-4.
Miss’ May Benjamin was pleasantly
surprised by friends recently in honor
of her birthday anniversary at her
home on River street. Games and
music were enjoyed. A. dainty lunch
was served to about forty guests.
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who later met death, was so overcome
with fright that she fainted. The
boys realizing now the seriousness of
the situation, hurried to the assista-
ance of those in the other boat. The
two small crafts were drawn close
together and an attempt was made to
transfer the girls into the row boat.
All got in this boat but the weight
was too heavy and it shipped water,
precipitating the panic-stricken young
people into the deep water of the dam.
The distance to shore was no great but
less than half the number thrown
overboard could swim and they were
except for the heroic effort of one of
seriously encumbered by their cloth-
ing. Help was not near at hand and
the boys, who, after reaching shore,
swam back and sacrificed his life try-
ing to rescue one of the drowning
girls. No attempt was made at res-
cut until all hope of saving any of
the ill-fated party was driven away
by the hand of death.
The Dead
_ Ruth Bonham, aged 17, daughter of
"Mrs. Ambrose Bonham, Town Line.
Irish Davenport, aged 17, daughter
of Mrs. Elizabeth Davenport, Water-
on,
Madeline Good, aged 16, daughter
of Mr. and Mrs. Ira Good, Waterton.
Rachel Thompson, aged 16, daugh-
ter of Mr. and Mrs. O. D. Thompson,
Town Line.
Ray Dodson, aged 16, son of Mr.
and Mrs. A. L. Dodson, Fairmount
township.
Robert Minnich, aged 19, son of Mrs.
John H. Minnich, Koonsville.
Maude Sutliff, aged 18, daughter of
Mr. and Mrs. Hester Sutliff, Town
Line,
Carolyn Koons, aged 17, daughter
of Mr. and Mrs. Ernest B. Koons, of
Harveyville.
Those who escaped are:
George Dodson, son of Mr. and Mrs.
A. D. Dodson, Fairmount township,
brother of one of the boys drowned.
Jay Koons, son of Mrs. Ernest
B. Koons, brother of one of the girls
drowned.
Darius Whitesell of Town Line.
Charles Bell, of Fairmount town-
_ became frighte Ruth Bowman,
ship.
HEARD AROUND |
. by AxrirUr Brrsnane
Successful Miss Hollins
Mr. Wells’ Chimpanzes
Multiply by 10 and 3
Mother Jones
A ‘million young women, burning
‘with the desire to be “indepemdent,”
slthongh nobody is independent, will
be interested in Miss Marion Hollins.
Years ago she was champion female
goer. Now she takes her place in
big business as an sable “oil woman.”
She made uy her mind that if men
could do it, she could; went into oil
financing and a recent sale netted her
$2,800,060.
Did you read H. G. Wells’ interest,
tog statement about the higher. apes?
They can “think ahead” a little. No
other animal except man, not. even
monkeys with tails, can do it.
‘Without being taught, a ehimpanzee
will take one stick, insert it in the
Bollow of another stick, and, with the
added length, draw a banana into his
cage. 7
Since the beginning of time no other
animal dut man could think as much
ss that.
Consider what man does now, weigh-
tng the stars, measuring electrons in-
side of an stom. And only twelve
thousand yeers ago he was using sharp
fints for weapons, not far ahead,
mentally, of the chimpanzee. What
will be do 10,000,000 years hence?
Greet naval dleplay iu New York
gecently. As this was written, a huge
gray battleship was slowly moving up
the narrow East River, just outside
the window, between Manhattan and
Brooklyn.
Hundreds of Marines stood rigid, at
the rail, great guns tfted mpward, for
greater distance.
On either side small tugs steamed
slong, proteotingly, like boy scouts ac-
companying an old lady.
1 war came, that battleship would
peed all possible protection. Bombe
from the alr or torpedoes from subma-
rines would sink it, before the Marines
could put on their life preservers—if
they have any. Such a ship, with its
thousande of men, is a fifty million
dollar target for an airplane with a
crow of two or three.
As the great ships paraded, one hun-
dred and forty naval war planes, mag-
nificently handled, flew overhead, in
perfect formation. Every ship below
them wbuld have been at their mercy
in real war,
And the 140 fighting airships. cost
less than one-third the price of one
first-class battleship.
Multiply the 140 fighting planes by
ten, multiply the result by three, and
you will not quite equal the air fleet
‘of France, That fact, as Lord Beaver-
brook has remarked, makes England
polite to France.
It might, at least, make this country
wake up.
News from Burma tells of many
deaths, by earthquake and tidal wave.
Ancient pagodas were rocked to de-
struction. From the top of one, the
Shwe-dagon Pagoda, there fell a huge
weather vane, of solid gold, said to be
worth $1,200,000.
Many devout Burmans doubtless
asked themselves what particular god
had become annoyed, just what had
annoyed him and how he could be
placated.
In very ancient timeg human sacri-
fices might have been offered in the
belief that the right god would gra-
ciously accept them. And the victims,
before having their throats cut, would
be ordered to take humble messages
of propitiation to the higher regions.
Educated Burmans know that it was
only this old earth, trying to settle
down Into permanent shape. That
process will continue for thousands of
centuries.
On the little island of Elba, off the
Italian coast, a small group celebrated
the 109th anniversary of Napoleon's
death at St. Helena, prisoner of
Britain.
Elba, Napoleon’s first island prison,
remembered his death with solemn
high mass, and distribution of bread
to the poor, using money supplied by
Prince Demidoff in his will.
The word “Enough” did not exist in
Napoleon’s vocabulary. He intended
to use France as a base, a8 Alexander
had used Macedonia, and establish his
real empire in Asia as Alexander had
done. Quite seriously he planned his
future as a convert to Islam, riding
around on an elephant.
It is wise to have that word enough
conspicuous in your mind.
Some Wall Street mourners know
that.
Mother Jones, who celebrated her
100th birthday, has been all her life
fighting for working people and their
unions, for better pay, shorter hours.
She has not lost faith or enthusi-
asm, even when prosperous times and
good pay made men neglect their
unions,
The day of individual fighters, like
Mother Jones, has gone. Modern un-
fons, able to buy office buildings
worth twenty millions, as one did re-
cently in New York, are run on a big
scale. :
(© 1930, King Features Syndicate, Inc.)
This Week|]
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(Continued from Last Week
The door had hardly closed upon
the servant before he was at Mar-
garet’s desk. .It was unlocked, and
in one of the side drawers he knew
she invariably kept two check books.
They were there, as he had expected
—one half empty, one unused. From
the end of the latter he tore a dozen
checks, slipped them in his pocket and
closed the desk, before he rang the
bell. !
“I don’t think I will wait: I'll call
back in an hour. My business isn’t so
pressing, .and I’ve. just thought of
some calls I had to make.”
Within half an hour of leaving he
was back: with Connor and laid the
checks before him. Mr. Connor asked
no questions, nor was there any neces-
sity.
“You're going to make him sign
these? Shall I come along with you?”
Connor grinned.
“1 don’t think that’s a clever idea,”
he said. “Youll get your corner,
Danty.”
He could not approach the barge in
broad daylight, for he knew that he
was under police observation. As
soon as it was dark he slipped down
the stream and clambered aboard the
craft, carrying with him a basket of
food and a vacuum flask of hot tea.
The light which he had left had
burned itself out. Luke was half
sleeping on the bed that had been pre-
pared for him, but the rush of cold,
fresh air awakened him.
Connor switched on an electric
lamp he was carrying and put it on
the floor, with one or two refills.
“Here’s your food,” he said. “I'm
sorry to have kept you so long, but I
hope you've got more intelligence now
than you had when I left you. And
here are the kites; Id like you to fill
them in in your own hand.”
Luke reached for the food and ate
ravenously. He was feeling hungry,
and his vitality was at lts lowest ebb.
The hot tea probably revived him
more than the food, and he was al-
most cheerful when he swept the last
crumbs from his knees.
“Now, what are your kites?” he
said. “Oh, checks! You want me to
fill them up and sign them—for what
fabulous amounts? You can make it
a million if you like, but I can assure
you that they will not be honored. I
think I told you before that all my
money is in my wife’s name.”
“In that case we'll have a little
joke,” said Connor, not taking his
eyes from his prisoner. “You'll make
each of these checks out for ten thou-
sand, and date ’em a week apart. If
you want to stay longer than ten
weeks you can date ’em a month apart,
or, if you'd like to get away in a few
days, you can sign one check for a
hundred thousand pounds and you can
write a letter to your bank manager
telling him the kite’s got to be hon-
ored.” ;
Before he had finished, Luke was
laughing.
“I've got a very keen sense of hu-
mor,” he said, “but it doesn’t strike
me as-being a joke for a banker to
| draw checks on a debit account.
Connor pulled up a stool and sat
down.
“Let’s have this thing right,” he
said. “You know me, you know my
name; I've put myself in for a ten-
year sentence, probably longer. I'd
as soon hang as sped my life in
Broadmoor, and that’s just the risk
I'm taking, Mr. Maddison. T’ll plug
you and drop you over the side, or
you'll do as I ask. You're a sensible
man and I'm putting the case to you.
I can’t let you go without the money.”
He drew thé stool a little closer. “I’ve
been battling for years at this river
work and gang work, and what do
you think I’ve got to show for it?
The lease of an old wharf that’s not
worth a monkey; about a couple of
thousand planted away in country
banks, and the certainty that sooner
or later one of my rats will sqeak on
me. I’ve got a chance now of getting
away with big money—you’ve got the
chance of clearing yourself. I'll make
a signed statement, giving the facts
abouts the Tiffanny smash—is it a
bet ?
It was not a moment for heroics.
Luke realized this very definitely. He
had no doubt in his mind that in the
last extremity Connor would keep his
word. There would lie the end of all
things. It was not a moment to snap
fingers. It was not a m
fingers in the face of fate. Connor
had put the situation on a business
basis, and this was not the time to
consider the niceties of business
etiquette. If he drew a check and it
were presented, he had no doubt in
his mind that the check would not be
met; inquiries would be set afoot, and
possibly he would be traced.
“I think it’s foolish t attempt to
put in a check for ten thousand,” he
said. “The amount is so big that,
even I had the money, Stiles would be
suspicious. I’m willing to make a
compromise—I’ll give you a check for
five thousand pounds. If that is hon-
ored—which it will not be—your luck
is in, and you had better clear before
there are inquiries. Obviously no bank
manager in his sense would pay
a hundred thousand pounds without
communicating with the man who
drew the checks.”
He saw Connor smile.
“That’s the stuff I like to hear,”
said the man. “That’s intelligent.
Where are you supposed to be—in
Spain, aren’t you?”
Luke frowned.
“I suppose I am. Why?
“We'll draw this five thousand, and
then you and me will go to Spain to-
gether—T’ll get you away tonight.”
The scheme did not even seem
check and handed it to the other.
feasible to Luke, but he made no com-
ment. He wrote and signed the
“And now,” said Luke, “I'd like a
little fresh air. This place is stifling
me.”
Connor hesitated.
“Come up on deck, but if there’s
any monkey business, I may have to
do something I shall be sorry for.”
A few seconds later Luke sat on the
edge of the hatchway, sucking in the
cool, sweet air.
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For ten minutes he sad in silence,
then rose onto the deck and stretched
his cramped limbs.
“If 1 promised not to leave the
barge, or attempt to attract attention,
would you leave the hatch open, Mr.
Connor?”
Connor’s laugh was his answer.
“Don’t be sillq! That word of honor
stuff doesn’t mean a'thing to me.” '
“I'm glad,” said Luke. “If you had
accepted my word it ‘might have been
very embarrassing.” FE
As he spoke, his hand shot out, and
Connor went sprawling into the hatch.
Before ‘he could recover, . Luke had
reached the edge of the barge and
without a glance had plunged in and
was striking out for midsream.
He heard no sound but the patter
of footsteps on the hollow hatches, and
then a voice giving urgent instruc-
tions. Connor must have a rowboat
moored alongside, he decided. The
tide had already swept him clear of
the barge; it was running strongly,
and there was nothing nearer to him
than a line of moored lighters in the
center of the river. To make for these,
however, would be to invite discovery.
He struck back toward the shore.
As he did so, he saw a shape come
round the bow of the barge. Connor
had come in a motor launch. It
moved too quickly to be anything else.
There was only one thing to do. He
drew a lungful of air and dived to-
day the launch, swimming hard
against the tide. He seemed to be
under water for an eternity; his lungs
and head were bursting when he came
to the surface, coming up just under
the stern of the launch, so close that
the whirling little propeller seemed to
touch his hair.
Neither of the two men in the lunch
had seen him. He just caught the sil-
houette of their heads and shoulders
peering over the side, and then he
sank again.
He was lamentably weak; his effort
could not be long sustained. He had
to come again to the surface, and was
relieved to see no sign of the launch.
As he trod water he saw it, making
for the lighters in mid-stream. He was
now twenty yards from a barge
moored to a wharf, and striking out
he caught the mooring chain and re-
covered his breath ‘before he at-
tempted to reach land.
He was too weak to climb up to the
barge; the only thing he could do was
to complete his journey to the shore,
and with infinite labor he succeeded
at last, wading through mud up to his
knees until he came to the blank face
of a warehouse. There seemed no es-
cape here. Looking back over his
shoulder, he saw the launch returning.
Somebody was fanning the water with
an electric torch, and escape seemed
impossible.
It was at that moment he heard a
hoarse voice hail him from the barge.
“Give us your hand.”
He reached up and found it gripped.
“Catch hold of the top of the pile,”
whispered the voice cheerfully, and
groping upward Luke found a hold
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