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Entered as second-class matter at the Dallas Post Office. ~~ THE DALLAS POST is a yeuthful weekly rural-suburban news- aper, owned, edited and operated by young men interested in the de- velopment of the great rural-suburban region of Luzerne County and in attainment of the highest ideals of journalism, THE POST is truly more than a newspaper, it is a community institution.” : Congress shall make no law * * abridging the freedom of= Z” ‘E 5 VE — TY -—r 0, - ” Pn . hi I JA Ng ont S00 es 3 id + eT aE b ON 27 SANS { 1 > | NM &) 3 vole Oi NE ees ITS A VERY SIMPLE DEVICE AS SOON 'AS HE RAISES HIS HEAD THE TRIGGER AND "THE HAMMER KNOCKS RIM OUT AGAIN ! IS RELEASED 3) RNR 1% 7 SN ——— ~~ nN i Eo NS SPE EN — § SS — = = THE MAIL to express themselves. In this department The Post presents letters from its read- ers on current problems—suggestions, criticisms, bouquets. The Post need not indorse any sentiment or criticism expressed here, nor can it vouch for the accuracy of any sentiment. It recognizes only that in this country people have, within reason, the right | BAG Dear Editor: I guess the trouble between the two factions of the school board will finally be decided now, with them both in courts. At last the people of Dallas wil] have a chance to see how a neu- tral judge looks at this borough's school district. Personally, I have been against the present board but I am willing to abide by whatever decision there is on the two suits now being talked about. If the present board wins, I am willing to start all over and let them run the district’s affairs without interference from me, anyway. *I'm: beginning to think myself that we've never given any board a fair chance. — (Name withheld) Dear Editor: I should like to commend Chief Stevenson of Harvey's Lake through your paper in behalf of other residents of the Lake. His warning to “crack . down” on law vialators meets with the approval of everybody but the violat- ors, and if they are only discouraged enough to stay away from the Lake we will all be pleased. Now how about slot machines? Alderson The Kaleidoscope This department of The Post seems truly to fill a variety of purposes. This week it calls attention to an unusual piece of writing which has local inter- est because it describes a spot near Harvey's Lake. The following sketch might easily pass as something from the pen of a professional writer. In- stead, it is the work of Christine Pul- verman and appeared recently in The Opinator, the weekly literary and news magazine of Wyoming Seminary. The Post acknowledges its respect for Miss Pulverman’s ability in re- printing the lively bit of writing below. It can be mentioned, in passing, that much of the credit for the high literary standards maintained in The Opinator goes to Professor Charles L. March, ‘who serves as a particularly under- standing and capable faculty adviser. Miss Pulverman’s sketch “Brier- crest” follows. Do you recogmze the spot ? ¥ $$ 3» BRIERCREST To strangers Briercrest is an insigni- ficant little hill that they have to drive around to get to Harvey's Lake. It is, if they ever even notice it, a dilapi- dated white sign post on the edge of a typical country lane. It is, if they have ever even heard it, a name of no importance because it does not bother them or force itself upon them. It is, to those who know Briercrest, those who love it, one of the most enchant- ing spots in all the world, with its green grass, its trees, the moss, the ferns, the vines, the briars, the rocks, the flowers, the ponds, the berries, the frogs, the birds, the insects, the rabbits, the butterflies, and last and perhaps least, the little score of mortals who have dared to invade it with their ci- vilization. + It was invaded almost thirty years ago by the people living at the end of the road, and, although the original cottage has given way to a slightly more modern one, and the grass has been cut around the house, the place 1s still much the same as it has always been. It is a place where friends feel free to come and make themselves comfortable without invitation, where 4 | £ z Cig as pn entertainment is unnecessary, but where friendly conversation is neces- sary between a man and his friends, when everything is dark on the great front porch except the faces of the speakers, dimly lighted by the glowing ashes from pipes and cigarettes. It is a place where, after a hot day in town, or after a day full of such delightful things as roaming through the woods, climbing a favorite tree to read a fav- orite book, and pulling weeds from the rambling garden, one can sit in a rocking chair with one’s feet on the porch bannister and watch evening ap- proach. And as it gets darker, fireflies can be seen darting about wherever they please, using their lights when neces- sary, while in direct contrast to them a narrow stream of lights in a chain- gang formation trudges along an in- visible highway seeking entertainment and relaxation. The fireflies and the stars appear seemingly at random, giving an impression of peace and friendliness, while the stream of head- lights, somewhat duller and more mon- otonous than its airy neighbors, pushes along with almost audible noise; audi- ble, perhaps, because one knows that mortals ,the only inhabitants of this world who have never learned the meaning of self-control, are annoying each other and themselves with their blowing and their honking. But above all this, the moon rises, slowly and majestically through the branches of the trees, touching equally the ash and the maple, the twin sentinels of Briercrest, who have dwelt for many years with their trunks twenty feet apart, but with their upper branches intertwining. And one feels that if one could rise with the moon and look down on the earth with her from that long distance, one cold see the pretty, small things disappear, the larger, more important things merge together in a common bond—perhaps so God sees, looking down. Then when it has become chilly (even in August the evenings at Brier- crest are cold) and the mosquitoes have had their fill, one can go into the house and start ‘a roaring fire in the six-foot fireplace made of rocks from Briercrest mountain, perhaps burning the huge trunk of a tree that one had found dead that afternoon and cut down and dragged from the forest. Thus, settling down with this roaring splendor, a good book, and the privi- lege of reading the most interesting parts of it aloud to an appreciative au- dience before retiring to a screened-in porch and the conversation of the whip-poor-will, bob-white, katy-did, and screech owl, one finds peace, and, more than that, something that cannot be defined, but so real that even the mention of Briercrest will bring a won- derful thrill of expectation to the mind and make the heart beat faster. —Christine Pulverman * * * From the national and regional com- mittees appointed ‘last year to com~ memorate four hundred years of the first printing of the English Bible came a report stating that many hundreds of communities had held anniversary programs sponsored locally. Tens of thousands of churches observed the commemoration through addresses, ex- hibits of historic Bibles, appropriate exercises in church schools: and in young people’s societies. The anniver- sary was recognized in colleges and universities, by women’s organizations, service clubs and by other groups not directly related to the churches. Pam- phlets, leaflets, a pageant drama, spe- cial articles, news items, editorials, and a national broadcast were among the channels through which the commem- oration reached the people of America. Numerous fresh efforts to spread the Scriptures among the people of the United States were reported. In a city in upstate New York a veteran colpor- teur visited 8,062 families or indivi- duals, finding about one-fifth without Bibles. In many centers the 400th an- niversary commemoration stirred pas- tors and ministerial associations to sur- vey the needs of their communities. One minister canvassed every home in a large parish and finding one-tenth of them without the Scriptures sup- plied them.