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speech or of Press” — The Constitution of the United States.
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ted to the highest ideals of the journalistic tradition and concerned
primarily with the development of the rich rural-suburban area about
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The
MAIL BAG
itor:
Your brilliant, scintillating wit
d humor really quite overwhelms
e.
| refer of course, to those subtle,
droit, droll editorial asides with
which you filled out your editorial
pagé of the last issue. For example:
‘Post Office receipts in the year
which ended June 30 were 726 mil-
n dollars, highest in history, and
ual to $5.60 for each man, woman
and child in the country. If this
ceeps up, the Post Office will be able
buy some new pens.”
Ha, ha, ha, ha! I'm dying from
laughter.
Cutting out paper dolls is almost
od.
eR A. CC
Harvey's Lake :
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our startling expose of campers
and camp life was almost worthy of
gh fe”.
ersonally, I almost got through
the second paragraph before I turn
ed out the light and dozed off.
~ The pictures were very nice,
though.
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N. G. 1.
I note with interest that you en-
closed the fact that another WPA
project has been started in Dallas in
‘a prominent box on the front page
of the last issue of The Post.
1 also note that the box is lined
with obituary black.
Does that signify that the sedate,
conservative, sleepy industrial pace
of Dallas has met its death at last?
I wonder if you, besides myself,
gaze askance at the teeming activity
that has been injected into our quiet
suberb by the busy bees of the WPA?
i S.C. T.
allas
Editor:
The Southern Senators say peor
ple in the South do not need as high
‘a minimum wage as people in the
North.
Now let’s see them carry that to
the logical conclusion. Let these same
Senators sponsor a bill to establish
lower salaries for Senators from the
South!
N.Z.
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"THE LOW DOWN
I been half-way afraid that
I might have to quit reading just
the front page, and turn clear
back to the funnies, now that
Congress has gone away.
But I have been unduly alarm-
ed. And the new tricks and
stuff, where they are angling for
this 4 billion being dished up
and down there at headquarters
is pretty good comedy.
"The ones trying for the money
is Governors and City Councils,
~ etc—or anybody who can sniff
cash, from far away.
And old Samuel, he has only
‘one place to get money, from
your own tax collector, so any-
thing anybody gets from Wash.,
it is just your own money.
/ But when you get it, it is
, maybe a recreation center or,
something, which if you exercise
in it, your lawnmower at home
gets rusty. Or maybe your City
~ Mgr., he gets a bigger and long-
er car—and next year you pay
even more than this year, for his
‘gas.
For real fun and amusement,
and comedy, it is hard to beat
the front page.
Yours, with the low down,
JO SERRA.
methods open to the consumers.
food for thought.
LaJolla, Cal—The other day I
took a walk along the sea-gnawed
cliffs near where I am staying in
that section of La Jolla which is call-
ed Hermosa. As I stopped to watch
the ever-changing beauties of water
and sky, that never ceasing rhapsody
in blue which makes life sing out
here, a boy and his dog climbed to a
ledge overhanging the sea twelve feet
or more below. The dog sank, pant-
ing, to his paws while the boy stood
against the sun, took off his sweat
shirt and became a lithe line of gold
bisected against the sun and disap-
peared below me. I scrambled down
the ledge where the boy had stood,
and found his frantic dog peering
over the edge, yapping excitedly. 1
looked over, too, and there was the
boy, safe and whole, standing in wa-
ter up to his chest.
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“That took nerve,” I remarked
after he'd climbed back up to his div-
ing ledge and stood dripping beside
me, “It’s a wonder you didn’t break
your neck in water that shallow.”
“It’s all in knowing how,” he flash-
ed, then arched again and plummet
ed into the bright blue water below.
After the fifth dive, on all of which
I had offered him compliments, he
sank down beside me and told me he
made a point of diving off that ledge
at least three times every day. Fur-
ther questioning brought out that few
days in the year passed without his
going into the water, and that most
all of his sixteen-years-plus had been
spent in La Jolla.
hs
He told me he liked living in La
Jolla, that he had fun all year "round,
school days, even, were no exception.
I gathered he rather enjoyed going to
school and that he took pride in the
good report cards he brought home.
I learned that his chief hobby is pho-
tography, that his chief ambition is
to be a newspaper man, and that he
uses a bicycle to get about when he
wants to see his friends.
At the mention of bicycles, I al
lowed I'd like to ride one again, and
would, if I could rent one somewhere.
But when he told me they rented for
thirty-five cents an hour, and I con-
sidered all the breathless halts I'd be
forced to make, I figured it would be
cheaper to buy a bicycle than to rent
one at such a rate. Whereupon he
countered with an offer to lend me
his brothers bicycle as soon as he'd
fixed up his broken front wheel. I
agreed to become the beneficiary of
such unexpected generosity only if
he would let me buy him a lunch
somewhere, and so it was agreed that
he would call me up one day after
he’d repaired his brother’s bike and
we'd ride up to the coast to Delmar,
have lunch, and then jump the more
vigorous breakers that pound the
sands up there. He told me his name,
Emmons, and I told him mine, and
then we parted, I wondering whether
he could remember my name and my
Aunt’s name in the telephone book.
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In spite of misgivings, he was on
the wire bright and early the next
morning, He'd fixed his brother's
bike, and could I go that day? I
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The Dallas Post
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A Liberal, Independent Newspaper Published Every Friday
Morning At The Dallas Post Plant, Lehman Avenue,
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THE POST'S CIVIC PROGRAM
1. A modern concrete highway leading from Dallas and con-
necting with the Sullivan Trail at Tunkhannock.
2. A greater development of community consciousness among
residents of Dallas, Trucksville, Shavertown, and Fernbrook.
3. Centralization of local fire protection.
4. Sanitary sewage systems for local towns.
5. A centralized police force.
6. A consolidated high school eventually, and better cooper
ation between those that now exist.
7. Complete elimination of politics from local school affairs.
8. Construction of more sidewalks.
EDITORIALS
these two countries. Throughout Europe, the Jew is being persecuted and
threatened with the loss of his human rights. The imminence of havine
one-half of the Jewish population of the world deported back, as far as
human liberty is concerned, to the 15th century should arouse the conscience
THE WATER SITUATION
We hope sincerely that the improvements planned by Dallas Water
Co. in the Parrish Heights section will remedy the unfortunate conditions
which have inconvenienced consumers in that section for a long time. Any-
thing that will avoid a formal complaint to the Public Utility Commission,
with resultant harmful publicity for the community, will be better for the
consumers, the utility and the town.
The consumers in the hill section of the town have a reasonable com-
plaint and it is understandable that their patience is about exhausted. But
it is just as evident that the water company has, on its part, shown a will-
ingness to do everything it can afford to do to improve service.
years there has been a commendable understanding exhibited on both sides
and it would be unfortunate if that spirit were destroyed.
Before any formal action is taken by the irate consumers it would be
wise to await the company’s improvements.
adequate and, clean supply of water will have to be secured through the
In recent
If there is no relief then an
AMERICA AND THE JEWS
The growth of a Fascist party in Canada has given America new
If our Democratic system and its promise of liberty
means anything at all we must stiffen our resistance immediately to the
tide of totalitarian propasanda which is sweeping across a bewildered world.
We must beware, most of all, of the anti-Jewish propaganda which
is usuglly the entering wedge of far Naziism. Of all the evils propagated by
the fascist forces the world-wide persecution of the Jews is the most tragic.
Five Hundred and fifty thousand Jews have lost their citizenship in Ger-
many. Two hundred thousand have lost their citizenship in Austria. More
than 500,000 Christians of Jewish descent have lost their citizenship in
of the civilized world.
By its vicious propaganda system, fascism is engaged in presenting the
Jew as the world’s scapegoat. This hymn of hate is contrary to the doctrine
of the gospel of love and peace toward which intelligent men and women
of the world have been groping throughout history.
It is in direct conflict
with the promise of religious freedom which was a basic principle in the
founding of this country. No one can deny the Jew his rights and still be
a good American.
It is a thing which effects every American Christian as well as his
Jewish brothers. Anti-Semitism is a threat to Democracy and a denial of the
fundamental principles upon which this nation is founded.
permitted in America.
It cannot be
TRUE GERMANS
Word comes from Berlin that Erich Remarque, who wrote “All Quiet
on the Western Front” and “Three Comrades” has been deprived of his
German citizenship. The Nazis have
placed their interdict upon another of
the most brilliant literary artists Germany has produced.
Evidently a man whose feelings for humanity are as evident as Re-
marque’s has no place in the Third Reich. Citizenship in Re marque’s Ger-
many is not Hitler's to give or take
away. That Germany has suffered,
aspired to rise in freedom and has temporarily disappeared behind the Nazi
cloud.
It will reappear in good time and welcome back the Remarques, Ein-
steins and Thomas Manns—true Germans.
RIVES
MATTHEWS
couldn’t go that day, but I could, and
did go the next day. It's aboutyten
or twelve miles up to Delmar, and
there are two long hills, or grades,
as they are called out here, not to
mention several gradual rises which
look like nothing at all when you're
riding in an automobile.
——
I gave out on the first of these. If
my gift horse was a little old and
stiff, so was I, and I shudder to think
what would have happened to me if a
friend of Emmons, naméd Bill, had
not happened along as we were push-
ing our bikes up the long grade
through La Jolla canyon. Bill agreed
to meet us later on in Delmar with
his car, so as to give us a tow back
up the long grade south of that re-
sort. As I write this. I am still
thankful I don’t use toes and legs
to operate my typewrite. I can bear
my sore hands, long unaccustomed to
gripping handlebars, but I'd gladly
present anyone with my legs if he’d
lend me his.
Lialk
Bill owns a little Fiat, a thirteen
horsepower car that makes fifty three
miles on ‘a gallon. He is licensed to
drive because he lives out across the
mesa at Miramar, and needs it for
getting back and forth to school in
San Diego. Bill is fifteen, heavier
than Emmons, and has cringly curly
hair. It might be red, but there’s no
telling what color hair really is out
here because of all the sunlight. I've
seen patent leather hair with an
overlay of blonde, and I've seen tow
haired kids with jet black eyes since
I've been in the Ain't Nature Grand
Jand, so I'm not sure, hirsutely-
speaking, of what's black and what's
white any more. Any way, Bill's a
nice-looking fellow, and as far as I'm
concerned, he was a prince to drive
his little car slowly enough for me
to hold to it with one arm and one
foot while the other two manfully
strove to keep the bumping bicycle
beneath me both perpendicular to the
road and parallel to his car.
———
The next day Emmons and I, at
Bill's invitation, pedalled the twelve
miles out to Boramar, which is the
name of the ranch Bill’s grandfather
began to carve out of the dessert back
in 1889, and also the name of a
small settlement which consists of a
post office, general store, small school
house, filling station and lunch count
er. Bill and Emmons were my guests
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at the latter for lunch, where we
dined grandly on ham and egg sand-
wiches, Dr. Peppers, a popular - soft
drink out here, and candy bars.
After lunch, Bill drove us up to his
house, a large Spanish type ranch
house, where we changed into bath-
ing suits.
—_——
I envied Bill a tolerant mother who
allows him to keep his room in a
glorious masculine mess. , The room
was more of a museum to his hobbies,
past and present, than a place to
sleep. On the walls were hung evi
dences of an jntegegt in birds and
taxidermy. Over the window was
slung part of an airplane propeller,
and on card tables were model air-
planes in all stages of construction,
while in a closet were the makings of
a photographic dark room, destined,
I understand, to be considerably ex-
panded. Down the center of the
headboard of Bill's huge double bed
hung a rope to which was attached
a large combination lock. It’s pur-
pose, I was told, is to mark off Em-
mon’s side of the bed when he spends
the night with Bill. In short, Bill’s
room was a room to make a spinster
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CITY
SYMPHONY
By Edna Blez
There is no sweeter sound in the
city of Philadelphia than the striking
of the clock in Independence Square.
For days we don’t hear it, then, sud-
denly, as the roar of traffic seems to
quiet down for just a secomd or two
we can hear the old clock chime out
the hour. As the deep tones of that
old clock ring out above the din of
city traffic it seems to say:: ‘Take
your time, take your time.”
——
Are you reading the story about
Jack London which has been running
in the Saturday Evening Post? There
has never been such a colorful figure
as the author of “The Call of the
Wild, and I feel that Irving Stone
has brought Jack London back to life
again in his story “Sailor on Horse-
back”.
in book form and you will all be
rushing to the library to get it.
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The residents of nearby suburbs
have been reporting strange doings
in their communities. They tell us
their places are infested with wild
rabbits. Suburbanites are accustom-
ed to squirrels but to see brown and
white rabbits frolicking around the
lawn is a trifle unusual. The rab-
bits have become so tame they insist
on being fed and gardens are suffer-
ing from their healthy appetites.
——
The old Post Office isn’t torn
town yet. Remember I told you some
time back that the Post Office which.
has stood at Ninth and Market for
sixty years was in the process of be-
ing wrecked? It seems to be quite a
slow process and I really don’t know
what the office workers are going to
do at lunch time for amusement when
the work is finally finished. They
stand around in droves watching the
men work. One noon it was all I
could do to get through the crowds
who were straining their eyes and
shudder, but from every corner it be | twisting their necks to get a good
spoke a boy’s happiness, the growing | view of the demolishing of the old
curiosity and expanding interests of | Post Office.
a young man, and the love of a tol
erant mother whose understanding of
boys must be very great. Well, it
ought to be, for Bill's mother, whom
I did not have the pleasure of meet
ing, has had six sons, and five of
them are still living.
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From Bill's house we drove over
to his aunt’s ranch to swim in the
pogl at Miramar. One of Bill's
younger brothers, and two of his
Miramar cousins (there are six in
this family, too) joined us. Every-
where my eye fell I saw that children
were very much a part of the scheme
of things. There were horses for
them to ride, a tennis court, dogs of
every imaginable breed, a lake for
them to sail a small boat on, small
cabins they could call their own—in
sum, a rural paradise for children the
like of which I have never seen he-
fore.
pe
The ghost of the small city boy
I used to be wanted to rise up in me
and envy them, and did, a little, I
confess, but it was not a mean sort of
envy because these rich kids, so rich
in material things, so rich in oppor-
tunities to gratify every whim and
fancy and desire of childhood, were
also rich in grace. They were neither
spoiled nor bored with their good
fortune. What amazed me most of
all was that they treated me not only
as one of their own breed but also
as one of their own age. This last
is no easy thing either for youngsters
or for those who outnumber them in
years.
Some day, in the same casual way
I met them, I should like to meet their
parents.
parents, and to meet a few swell rich
people would be a real treat in an
age which is finding so many rich
people wanting in all the elements of
character that made so many of the
founders of their fortunes great.
Swell kids must have swell |
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I saw the much heralded White
Banners at one of the local movie
houses last week. I was quite disap-
pointed. You know, of course, that
the author of White Banners, . The
Green Light, and Magnificent Obses-
sion is a minister turned novelist? The
theme of White Banners is plausible
enough but they lay it on just a trifle
too thick to suit my simple tastes.
The acting was splendid but I'll take
Robin Hood, or Holiday or possibly
{ College Swing.
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Anne Lindbergh has written a new
book. Remember her first one: North
to the Orient. The new one has an
added attraction because Mrs. Lind-
bergh’s husband has written the pre-
face which, from all reports, is worth
reading!
A THOUGHT
FOR THIS WEEK
I am giving you examples of
the fact that this creature man,
who in his own selfish affairs is
a coward to the backbone, will
fight for an idea like a hero. I
tell you, gentlemen, if you can
show a man a piece of what he
now calls God’s work to do, and
what he will later call by many
new names, you can make him
entirely reckless of the consequ-
ences to himself personally.
Bernard Shaw
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