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S THE DALLAS POST is a youthful weekly rural-suburban newspaper,
'wned, edited and operated by young men interested in the development of the
‘great rural-suburban region of Lnzerne County and in the attainment of the
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«+ THE DALLAS POST Will lend its support and offers the use of its
columns to all projects which will help this community and the great rural-
Subii ban territory which it serves to attain the following major improve
ents: pe : ; 5
1S 1. Construction of more sidewalks for the protection of pedestrians in
Kingston township and Dallas. aa i, 3
2 A free library located in the Dallas region. : ¢
3. Better and adequate street lighting in Trucksville, Shavertown, Fern-
brook and Dallas. ; . ; a :
4. Sanilary sewage disposal system for Dallas. X ’
< _ 5. Closer co-operation between Dallas borough and surrounding” town-
ps. 2 : 7 \
~~ 6. Consolidated high schools and better co-operation between those that
aow exist. : x ‘
7. Adequate water supply for fire protection. v
8. The formation of a Back Mountain Club made up of business men and
ome owners interested in the development of a community consciousness in
Dallus, Trucksville, Shavertown and Fernbrook,
#. A modern concrete highway leading from Dallas
‘8ullirran Trail at Tunkhannock.
- 14. The elimination of petty politics from all School Boards in the region
overed by THE DALLAS POST.
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and connectng the
Perhaps we should leave the crusading to the big news-
paper sand be satisfied to report the meetings and the every
day doings in our territory. kn Ta
Perhaps we should, but we’re not going to.
~ Perhaps this editorial is immodest. es
We are not being misled concerning out own impor-
= tance. We know we have not the prestige
IT'S THE nor the circulation nor the money of the
TOUCHDOWN Wyoming Valley newspapers. We know,
THAT COUNTS better than our readers, where our weak
CLAN points lie. And we know also that we
have the ability and the opportunity to publish a newspaper
which, besides being the best weekly in Northeastern Penn-
ylvania, can play a vitally important part in the develop-
ment of this section. -
>We can, that is, if this section is at all desirous of de-
‘veloping. :
~~ O. Henry, the short story artist, had a small newspaper
e, called, believe it or not, “The Plunkville Patriot”. He
wrote this editorial “It is a rather sad commentary on the
-enterprise of our citizens that we state that the combined
ssistance that we have received in our efforts to boom this
town amounted to $3.84. Two dollars of this amount was
contributed by our mayor on our agreeing not to print the
portrait of him we had made by our special artist. The bal-
ance is the result of two weeks’ hard canvassing for the ads,
and the price of our support for the late Populist candidate
for Congress.” > bs
~ Facetiously, O. Henry was criticising the disloyalty of
his readers. A newspaper can struggle along with a little
advertising and a few subscriptions, but it cannot do with-
out loyalty. . 5
We can’t solicit advertising or subscriptions here. All
we can ask is that you appreciate -the handicaps under
which we work, be tolerant of our harmless shortcomings,
and give thought to the things we say.
You can do this best by reading the series of articles
~ which will follow the one which appears on Page 1 of this
issue discussing the sewage problem. During the next few
months, The Post will print a number of articles based on
the community program which appears each week at the
head of the editorial columns. We believe a careful study
of these articles and a loyalty to the causes they support
‘will result in material benefits to the communities in this
ection. . - * 5
~ And, if they seem humble at times besides the more
boisterous voices of bigger newspapers, please remember
~ that in a football game a touchdown counts six points whe-
ther it's made by a player weighing 250 pounds of one
weighing 105 pounds. It’s the touchdown, not the size, that
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i. More than four million men and women had been re-
stored to regular gainful employment before the country
was admonished to beware of state socialism and informed
that industry prefers “the more orderly process of volun-
tary presentation of codes.” There is truth in this latter
assertion. The great steel industry’s code, which became
effective in August fora 3-month trial period, was not ac-
cepted by the industry with alacrity. But the recent resol-
utions of the American Iron and Steel Institute, the code
authority for steel, had a genuine ring of sincerity in de-
claring the code eminently satisfactory and requesting its
extension. Agreement on the many codes submitted for the
~ soft coal industry was a stupendous task. Yet that long
suffering trade has never enjoyed such a period of peace
‘and progress. The same experience and present condition
applies to lumber and other industries operating under
codes, whose approval by the President was delayed until
the members of the industry were indeed “orderly” and the
~ public interest was thoroughly protected. -
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THE LITTLE
STAR THAT
"LISTS ITS WAY
By BEATRICE M. RISLEY
i There are many stories about stars—
large stars, bright stars, stars that
guide sailods across seas, but this
these. He was just a very little star,
and he lost his way. It all happened a
long time ago. Wise men were saying
that the world was soon to receive a
‘wondrous gift, and everywhere people
were looking forward to the event.
Poor men, as they went about their
daily work, talked about it, and rich
at their over-flowing tables
planned to count out their largest gold
{pieces to buy it. Even the trees
straightened their bare branches in a
flurry of expectation.
Out in the great blue of space, the
Master Star of the Sky called all the
other stars together. “On this might,”
‘he said, “a ‘gift of happinass. is to come
into the world, and every star must
know thé moment of its arrival.”
“How-shall we know when to shine
our brightest?” asked the Little Star.
“When the angels touch their harps
sweetest songs—that is the moment to
shine,” replied the Master Star.
“And will men see us?”
“Yes, indeed. We must start early,
the sky.” n :
There was a bustle of excitement ag
preparations. began. ‘Some brought out
their white lights to use and trimmed
them carefully. Other large stars de-
cided on golden rays, and still others
chose the brighter colors tinted with
green and red and blue. “We must
look very beautiful,” they said, “be-
cause men must know that a great
event has happened.
However, as is frequently the case,
they were thinking more about their
importance than the mission they
were to perform. The North Star
strutted as if he owned the whole sky.
“Of course, every one will look at me,”
he said. “They always do.” :
“Huh,” replied Pointer, one of the
so smart. Just because men on ships
watch you, you have an idea you're
everything! Why some people don't
even know you!” And that was per-
fectly true. The North Star was very
like some folks we knew—he thought
that since he had a permanent posi-
tion, he was a prominent person. In-
deed, his pride might have suffered, had
‘he known that strangers, meeting him
for the first time, were disappointed
not to find him large and brilliant. In
fact, they very often considered him
monotonus, and preferred for amuse-
ment, Shooting Star, or his cousin,
Comet. 5 ’
But ‘the North Star did not know
this, and he continued to polish his
rays and make cutting remarks. "If it
weren't for me,” he said, “there would
be no use for the rest of you. If I did
not stand up and direct the star traffic
around the sky pole, you wouldn't
know how to travel!” And he admired
himself in the mirror while he parted
his five points.
“Oh, is that so?” growled Bill Orion,
The other stars held their breath, or
wanted to. ‘He walked up to the North
Star and said, “I suppose’ you think
we couldn’t even shine without you.”
“Well, you might be able to shine all
right,” replied the North Star airily,
“but ‘you might bump into each other,
and that would make
wouldn't it?”
No one knows what would have hap-
per sisters, had not interfered. “Here,”
she called, “you boys stop arguing and
help with the little stars, There are
still fifty-two who hadn't had theiri
points combed out, or their rays po-
lished yet.”
So the quarrel was forgotten. The
big stars who were ready for the trip
each took in hand the littler stars,
hurrying them through to a finiish.
And they were—as lovely a sight as
you ever saw, like a band of faries
hovering over a flower bed, or the fire-
fly lights of a city from the hilltop.
The eight from Planet Center, carried
red lanterns and looked very grand in
spite of the fact that they were not so
brights as the others, The constellation
families grouped themselves together
as they were accustomed when they
went out. The rest took their places
according to size. The smallest star
shone like a new dollar, tiny though he
was, and carried his light carefully so
as not to drop it as he skipped along.
Old Man Moon stayed behind; he had
such a large light, and it was such
heavy work to carry it the long dis-
tance across the sky, that he was al-
lowed a few nights regularly to rest.
The starry troop set off on their
mission, a handsome procession. Each
was especially proud of himself and
tried to out-shine the others. They
were very busy feeling important—so
busy, in fact, that no one noticed the
Little Star. He was trudging along be-
hind, holding tightly to his rays, and
not being mear enough for conversa-
tion, he was ‘enjoying the scenery be-
low. He could see that men. had gone
to bed; most of the lights were out in
the windows. Here and there along
the roddside of the couatry, were lone-
ly travelers.
“It might help,” he said to himself,
“if T held my light so they could see.”
And he looked directly down upon
them as he went by, brightening the
steep cliffs and stony paths that they
would not stumble. By that time the
company of stars had proceeded for
beyond the curve of the sky: “Ohi
wait—wait for me!” called the Little
Star. But he could not be heard, for
the rush of theiir footsteps over the
Milky Way made too much noise for
them to hear so small a voice,
The way grew more difficult than
ever now that he was alone. ‘'Dear
me,” he sighed,. “if only one of them
would help me to carry my ight, I
could go faster. But I guess I will
just have to manage by myself,” He
might, of course, have sat down and
cried (such a temptation is easily
yielded to by folks much larger) or he
might have turned back toward home,
but he did neither. Instead he held
firmly to his light and swallowed back
the tears. “I've got to shine,” he said.
“I've got to! Men will be looking for
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Theatre
Besides being the time of the year
when people of Dallas and vicinity hie
themselves off to New York City for a
merry and metropolitan week-end, the
Christmas season is particularly suited
to a discussion of the theatre because
of its close association with the drama.
Our modern . theatre
shoots, the movies, the burlesque
shows, the carnivals and the pageants)
are direct descendants of the religious
dramas which. were the first form of
play-acting, 5
throngs the significance of ecclaesitstic
ritual that was recited in Latin. Mas-
querade and mummery durng the holi-
day season have always been human
instincts and from these enacted epi-
sodes of religious stories «the drama
a fine sight, (came. f
| . . .
It is a long trail from the crude but
impressive. dramas of the ninth cen-
offerings on
Broadway today Perhaps the chief
difference is that where the morality
plays of long ago sought to
entertain.
After geveral dull seasons which
were marked by very few bright spots,
New York is experiencing a most plea-
surable revival of good plays. In the
hope that it may help those local per-
sons who will be wanting to sec a play
and a good one, this column is sug-
gesting for the readers of the Post a
few plays which are receiving unani-
mous praise from the critics. :
Plays
AH WILDERNESS!—Eugene O'Neill
George M. Cohan tops his
career as the father of a boy who gets
all mixed up over culture and the pro-
blems of adolescence” (Theatre Guild.)
DOUBLE DOOR: A tense, swell mel-
lerdrama, ‘slightly reminiscent of the
Wendell sisters, A pretty
evening generally. (Shubert).
. HER MASTER'S VOICE: Roland
Young from the movies, with Clare
Kummer. Real comedy. Probably the
pleasantest show in town. (Plymouth).
KEEPER OF THE KEYS: For Earl
Derr Biggers’ fans. Charlie Chan drop-
ping epigrams and picking up clues as
of yore.
MEN IN WHIITE: A sincere. and
thorough, if somewhat’ gloomy exposi-
tion of what a tough time young doc-
tors have in a hospital. (Broadhurst).
THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS:
The bundling play. Delightful comedy
of New England in 1776 when the en-
gaged discussed their problems in bed.
(Avon.)
Musical
AS THOUSANDS CHEER: TUn-
doubtedly the most popular musical
show in the city. Current events bur-
lesqued, bright music, a capable cast.
(Music Box.)
LET ’EM EAT CAKE: The sequel to
“Of Thee I Sing”. One critic calls it
“slightly anticlimactic,”” another says
it is “the most inteliigent musical in-
sanity in town”. Decide for yourself.
ROBERTA: Really lovely music, a
good story but some pretty poor gags.
A nice evening, though, with Lyda Ro-
berti, Fay Templeton, and others (New
Amsterdam).
MURDER AT THE VANITIES: The
Most Beautiful « Girls In The World;
music and massacre by Earl Carroll.
(Majestic).
THE SCHOOL FOR HUSBANDS:
A Theatre Guild version of Moliere’s-
play, Some very charming moments.
June Walker and Osgood Perkins,
(Empire).
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IC
UTNE AMERICA J ANTARCTICA
At Sea and At Norfolk!
oN BOARD THE BYRD FLAG-
SHIP JACOB RUPPERT:—It is
now Saturday, October 14, and I am
actually upon the ocean as the
youngest member of this great Byrd
Antarctic Expedition. After the ex-
citing and perilous fire at Bayonne,
we cast off from the Tidewater
dock at 11:20 p. m. last night.
Cheers: of relatives ‘and friends,
longshoremen, stevedores. Slipping
away silently into the blackness
of the Atlantic on the first leg of
my life’s greatest adventure.
Time to go to bed at last? No
chance! Every movable object on
deck, except the
dogs must be
lashed down. All
hatches must be
battened down.
The sailors call it
“securing the ship
for sea.”
At last I am
called into the
: galley for hot cof-
a fee and sand-
Capt. W. F. Ver. Wiches and told
leger of the that I may go
Byrd Flagship to bed. I am dog
tired but too excited to sleep.
For an hour I stand at the rail
watching the lights of New York
recede in the distance. No more
New York, no more bright lights,
for two years—except perhaps the
bright lights of the Aurora Borealis.
At 3 a. m. we arrive off Cape
Henry but I know nothing about it.
I am in my bunk sleeping the sleep
of exhaustion. At 6 a. m,, with still
many hours of sleep to make up, I
am awakened. Al} hands are called
to begin the life of the day. The
tug with the pilot is alongside. We
slip down the river at dawn and
arrive at the Norfolk Navy Yard
at 8 a. m.
The first passengers ashore are
the two cows we are taking to Lit-
tle America to supply us with fresh
milk. They have a chance to get a
little green pasturage for a few
days, their last chance for a long
time.
At 8:20 we start cleaning up the
ship. It is Sunday but the work
must be done. The Admiral is com-
ing aboard at noon.
At 9:30 visitors start streaming
rxboard—in an hour we have several
hundred. The dogs, some in thelr
cages and others chained all over
the steel deck, seem to .interesi
them more than anything else. And
they should! They are the loudest :
things on board, and the smelliest.
Here comes our leader, Rear-Ad-
miral Byrd. He looks wearied and
ill. He gives instructions to his staf
—Commodore H. J. Gjertsen, com
modore of the Expedition; Harold
June, chief aviator; Captain Verle-
ger, skipper of the Jacob Ruppert;
Dr. G. O. Shirey, the Expedition’s
medieal officer, who will set up a
snow-covered hospital © at. Littl
America, and Lieutenant €omman-
der George O. Noville, Admiral
Byrd's aide, who is my immediate
boss and instructor on this trip.
I get cleaned up for a short tri
ashore—my first shore leave on the
Expedition. Commodore Gjertsen
tells me to return by 10 p. m. That
is okey with me. I am still almos
dead from lack of sleep, and I know
I have terrific work to do from now
on, working on our four airplanes,
learning their details, helping to
get them in perfect condition for
future perilous flights, learning m
job as fuel engineer for them and
the rest of our amazing automotive
equipment. ! “rg
Our other ship, the famous 1700
ton Coast Guard ice breaker, the
Bear of Oakland, which has served
so illustriously in Alaskan waters =
since 1857, is in drydock here hav =
ing some last minute repairs made.
She is scheduled to leave a little
ahead of us but is slower. Mayba
we shall race her down to New Zea»
land and then to the ice barrier. =
There is a big radio farewell
party tonight with many distim-
guished speakers, Admiral Byrd
saying farewell to his friends for
two strange and hazardous years in
Seo
the most desolate and dangerou
spot on earth.
(People of high school age. 0
over, desiring to join the Littl
America Aviation and Exploration
Club, are invited to write to Ar-
thur Abele, Jr. Little America
Aviation and Exploration Club,
Hotel Lexington, 48th Street and
Lexington Avenue, New York,!
N. Y., enclosing stamped and self-
addressed envelope. There is no
charge for membership.)
- BOYS -
You Can Belong To Captain Abele’s Club FREE! :
Just send your name to The Post and receive your
membership card. No Cost! No Catch! No Obliga-
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