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The Dallas Post
Established 1889
A Liberal, Independent Newspaper Published Every Friday
Morning At The Dallas Post Plant, Lehman Avenue,
Dallas, Penna., By The Dallas Post, Inc.
HOWARD W. RISLEY............
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cimiarissartiieivend General Manager
NEL Ah Managing Editor
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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
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
ation between those that now exist.
« 7. Complete elimination of politics from local school affairs.
8. Construction of more sidewalks.
community consciousness among
eventually, and better co-oper-
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EDITORIALS
A Good Suggestion
By the time this editorial appears the borough council
may have acted upon the proposal that one mill be added
~~ to the tax levy to provide funds for maintenance of Dr.
~~ Henry M. Laing Fire Co. If no action has been taken, we
urge council to adopt the suggestion. If council has acted
~~ favorably, we commend it for placing the responsibility for
the firs company exactly where it belongs, with all the
people.
~The failure of the citizens of the town to respond ade-
quately to the fire company’s drive for $1,500 was indica-
tive of the spirit which is checking community progress
here today. Civic laziness is the only explanation for this
~ section’s failure to hear opportunity’s knock. Pretty soon
will be behind it.
The handful of earnest, energetic men who conceive
‘and carry out the best civic projects are becoming very
tired of the lethargy of their neighbors. Such a group of
workers has shouldered the burden of the fire company
year-in, year-out, with little thanks. It is right now, that
all the people who benefited by the maintenance of fire pro-
tection should pay their share. A few such drastic steps
may awaken us to our responsibilities to our community.
First Anniversary,
5 The Roosevelt Recession, successor to the Hoover de-
pression, was one year old this week.
It was just about this time last year that the business
‘index, which had been staggering upward since 1932
slipped and began its head-long tumble.
There .is evidence that the descent has been checked.
The New York Times index, usually a reliable mirror of bus-
iness conditions, turned upward several weeks ago and the
ascent has been consistent enough to arouse hopes that re-
covery has begun again.
How long we shall climb this time is anybody’s guess.
Some economists think the boomlet will collapse after
Christmas. Others believe another recession will begin next
Spring. A goodly number expect conditions to improve un-
til the government has exhausted its latest fund for public
~ works and relief. 5
If the recession is leaving us, however, the basic prob-
lems which caused it are still with us, and as long as they
remain we may exepect to become tangled again and again
in our intricate economic system. Sooner or later, it will
no longer be possible to spend our way out of these reces-
sions and then we shall have no other course but to meet
our problems squarely and solve them.
Thirty-six Cups of Coffee
To the tall tales of early Dallas must be added now the
fact that Philip Kunkle drank thirty-six cups of coffee
every day.
eo Mrs. Anna E. Kunkle, whose interesting articles in the
last two issues of The Post entertained so many people, is
authority for the statement concerning Mr. Kunkle’s ter-
rific appetite for java. He drank nine cups of coffee for
breakfast, dinner and supper, she says, and every night
enough coffee for nine cups was placed in the chimney for
~ his late lunch.
: “No one ever heard of his ever having had any kind of
indigestion or insomnia,” adds Mrs. Kunkle.
Somewhere there is a moral in Mrs. Kunkle's item, a
thought for the neurotic citizens of today, most of whom
have now been conditioned to the point where they would
shudder at the mere idea of consuming 36 cups of coffee.
Yet it seems to have done Mr. Kunkle no harm, and he prob-
ably enjoyed every day of his life until the last one.
The mere fact that he could drink 36 cups of coffee a
in Mr. Kunkle’s contentment with life. A similar feat might
convince many semi-invalids in this nervous age that they
need nothing more than confidence in their own digestive
J systems to cure them completely.
Fifty per cent of the digestive disorders spring from
frayed nerves, some eminent physician has said. Maybe
what we need is to give our constitutions an opportunity to
show what they can do on demand, instead of protecting
‘them constantly because of some grim bugaboos which are
created by advertising idea men to scare us into buying
something.
A Unique Experiment
. Rev. Herbert E. Frankfort, pastor of St. Paul’s Luth-
“eran Church at Shavertown, is about to begin an unusual
experiment.
He has announced that he will devote his vesper ser-
vices to discussions of some of the minor creeds, such as
Russelism, Buchmanism, Spiritualism, Christian Science
Mormonism and Swedenborgianism. Rev. Mr. Frankfort
recently delivered a similar series of lectures based upon
famous religious paintings.
The instructive quality of such sermons is bound to
appeal not only to members of Rev. Mr. Frankfort’s con-
gregation but to others who will be interested to learn
more about sects which are little more than names to most
of us.
CITY
SYMPHONY
By Edna Blez
~ that old lady is going to stop knocking, and Dallas’s future |
day and feel no ill effects was probably an important factor
Have you ever watched an old
house die? Do you have old houses
in your community which have turn-
ed into ghost houses, houses which
have been deserted for years, hous
es which stand alone through hot
sun and winter storms? Houses
which have lost their occupants and
look forlorn and lost as they stand
in the midst of new homes? Their
doors creak on broken hinges, their
windows look like blind eyes, and
their shabby boards have long for-
gotten what paint feels like. No one
seems to have any respect for an old
house, the children abuse it and the
oldsters want it condemned because
it is a menace to the community.
It fills me with great pity to see
a proud old house falling to pieces.
It seems to hang it’s head in shame
and I sometimes wonder if it is re-
membering the loving hands which
built it’s strong walls. Perhaps some
man, long forgotten, built this house
with money he had saved for many
years. This was to be his castle, the
house where his children and his
children’s children would live after
him. Perhaps he watched this house
grow from nothing into a place which
he had called home the best part of
his life. Perhaps his children had
been born under it’s spacious roof
and it was on the front porch of this
old place he sat on a fine summer
evening and watched his growing
children frolic on the lawn.
So many things have happened
There must have been happiness and
sorrow. There must have been wed-
dings and funerals, there must have
been good times and bad times but
through it all the house stood for
ground on which it was built. Home
where there was love and understand-
ing. home where there was a Mother
who knew the joy of living and a
Father who was the head of his fam-
ily in every sense of the word.
Poor old house; I wonder if you
can still hear the voices of the family
who loved you and cared for you?
There were no sagging hinges and
broken windows in those days. Your
wide open windows looked out on a
brilliant garden which was tended
through the years with loving hands.
Your walls were always painted
white and you held your head: high
above the rest of the houses in the
town.
But now those who loved you are
gone. For awhile family after family
lived within your shabby walls but
now you are so old no one stays very
long. You are too old-fashioned,
your plumbing is not up to date, you
ECONOMIC
HIGHLIGHTS
Will business get better or worse?
Will change take place rapidly or
slowly? Which lines of industry seem
to face the most favorable prospects,
and which the most unfavorable? In
an attempt to answer such oft-asked
questions as these, the Associated
Press recently queried more than a
score of ‘leading economists.” The
resulting symposium casts an inter-
esting and fairly optimistic light on
the current situation. .
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Asked if there will be general re-
covery during the blance of the year,
11 economists said ‘‘definitely yes.”
Nine said “probably yes.” Only one
took the negative view, and two had
no opinion to offer.
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Asked sas to the duration of the
recovery cycle, eight economists said
it would last until Christmas at least;
four expected it to go through next
spring. Seven believed it would con-
tinue beyond spring, and three had
no opinion.
——
Sixteen of the men replying regard-
ed government spending as an aid to
recovery, from the standpoint of the
short view. Two believed it hindered
recovery, two more thought it of lit-
tle importance, and three were unde-
cided.
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The leading factors favoring re-
covery reported include: better re-
tail trade; higher commodity prices;
reduction of inventories, and the im-
proved trend in the stock market.
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Principal factors unfavorable to
recovery, mentioned by the economists
within the walls of this wld place. [include taxation, government inter- |
ference with business, the low condi-
tion of the heavy industries, and price
rigidity. Curiously enough, both
| wage cutting and resistance to wage
| cutting were also mentioned as un-
| experts.
|don’t have a breakfast nook nor a
bar in the cellar. You just don’t fit
|into this fast moving age. People
{don’t want so much room. They
large automobiles to race around in.
So you will have to stand a little
while longer until some merciful
hand tears down what is left of you.
It is sad to leave you standing so
alone with no one who remembers
cious youth. But you can wait just
a little while longer and when the
mischievous boys in the neighbor-
hood break what is left of your win-
dows you can always remember those
other children who loved and respect-
ed you and you can remember that
once you were a real home and that is
something most of your neighbors
know nothing of!
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RIVES
MATTHEWS
On Thursday, December 12, 1799,
a tall, white-haired man, erect and
military of bearing for all his sixty-
eight years, mounted his horse at 10
o'clock in the morning, as was his
custom, but returned betimes at three
in the afternoon because of snow and
rain and hail and a sharp cold wind.
“When he came in,” wrote Tobias
Lear, his secretary, “I carried some
letters to him to frank, intending to
send them to the post office in the
evening. He franked the letters, but
said the weather was too bad to send
a servant to the office that evening.
I observed to him, that I was afraid
he got wet. He said no, his great-
coat had kept him dry. But his neck
appeared to be wet, and the snow was
hanging from his hair. He came to
dinner, which had been kept waiting
for him, without changing his dress.
In the evening he appeared as well as
usual.
Thegnext morning, Friday, a heavy
fall of snow took place, so the usual
horseback ride was abandoned. Said
Tobias Lear: “He had taken a cold,
undoubtedly, from being so much ex
posed the day before, and complained
of a sore throat. He, however, went
out in the afternoon into the ground
between the house and the river to
mark some trees, which were to be
cut down. He had a hoarseness which
increased in the evening, but he made
light of it.” :
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Friday evening, Lear and his em-
iployer spent reading the gazettes
| which had been brought from the!
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post office. “He was very cheerful
something which was as firm as the | favorable factors by various of the |according to Lear, “and when he met
with anything interesting or enter-
| taining, he read it aloud as well as
{his hoarseness would permit.” Later
{on, he had to give in, and asked Lear
{to read aloud to him, “On hearing
{Mr. Madison’s observations respect
ing Mr. Monroe, he appeared much
jaffected and spoke with some degree
lof asperity on the subject, which I
endeavored to moderate, as I always
did on such occasions. On his retir-
ing, I observed to him that he had
better take something to remove his
I never take anything for a cold. Let
it go as it came.’ ”
But by two in the morning (Sat-
urday) the cold had turned
what Mr. Lear’s employer chose to
call an ague. At daybreak, Mr. Lear
was sent for. His employer coul
scarcely speak, and breathed with
difficulty. Lear was told to send for
Rawlins, an overseer on the estate,
land for Dr. Craik, a neighboring
! physician. Before they arrived, ‘“‘a
mixture of molasses, vinegar and but-
[ter was prepared to try its effect on
the throat; but he could not swallow
a drop. Whenever he attempted it,
he appeared distressed, convulsed,
and almost suffocated.”
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Sometime later Rawlins arrived
and prepared, as was the custom, to
bleed the patient. Whén the arm
was made ready, Rawlins seemed to
hesitate. “Don’t be afraid,” said the
sick man. Then Rawlins made the
incision. «‘The orifice is not large
enough,” the patient muttered.
Nevertheless, according to Lear, the
blood ran “pretty freely.”
The patient’s wife, who doubted
the efficacy of blood-letting, “begged
that much might not be taken from
him, lest it be injurious, and desired
me to stop it; but when I was about
to untie the string, he put up his
hand to prevent it, and, as soon as ne
could speak, said: “More, more!”
Half a pint of blood, however, was
taken. ‘Finding that no relief was
obtained from bleeding, and that
nothing would go down the throat,”
said Lear, “I proposed bathing it ex-
ternally with sal volatile, which was
done, and in the operation, which was
with the hand, and in the gentlest
manner, he observed: ‘It is very sore.’
A piece of flanned dipped in sal vola-
tile was put around his neck and his
cold. He answered: ‘No, you know |
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la ray of hope.”
feet were bathed in warm water, but
without affording any relief.”
When Dr. Craik arrived, he ex-
amined the patient, then ordered a
“blister of cantharides on the throat,”
took some more blood from him, and
“had a gargle of vinegar and sage tea
prepared, and ordered some vinegar
and hot water for him to inhale the
steam of it, which he did; but in at-
tempting to use the gargle he was
almost suffocated.
“When the gargle came from the
throat,” said Lear, ‘some phlegm fol-
lowed, and he attempted to cough,
which the doctor encouraged him to
do as much as possible; but he could
only attempt it.” Around 11 in the
morning the patient was bled again.
“No effect, however, was produced
by it, and he remained in the same
state, unable to swallow anything.”
At 3 in the afternoon, two more doc-
tors, who had been sent for, arrived.
They put their heads together with
Dr. Craik and, as a result of their
conference, the patient was bled for
a fourth time. “The blood came very
slow, was thick, and did not produce
{any symptoms of faintness.” Some
| time later, one of the doctors took
{the patient’s pulse. Calomel and
tartar emetic were admistered, but
“without any effect.”
About half past four, the patient
asked Mr. Lear to call his wife to his
bedside. When she appeared, he ask-
ed her to get two wills from his desk.
This she did. One of them, he said,
| was useless, and he asked her to burn
it. The other she took and put in
her closet. Then he said to Lear: *I
find I am going. My breath cannot
tlast long. I believed from the start
[that the disorder would prove fatal.”
i “He then asked if I reco >d any
thing which it was essential for him
to do, as he had but a very short time
to continue with us. I told him that
I hoped he was not so near his end.
He observed, smiling, that he cer-
tainly was and that as it was the debt
which we must all pay he looked to
the event with perfect resignation.”
—— ”
“In the course of the afternoon he
appeared to be in great pain and dis-
tress from the difficulty of breathing
and frequently changed his. posture
in the bed. On these occasions I lay
| upon the bed and endeavored to raise.
{ him, and turn him with as much ease
{as possible. He appeared penetrated
i with gratitude for my attentions, and
often said ‘I am afraid I shall fatigue
too much,” and upon my assuring him
that I could feel nothing but a wish
to give him ease he replied. ‘Well, it
is a debt we must pay to each other,
and I hope, when you want aid of
any kind, you will find it.” ”
At 8 o'clock, the medicos, “applied
blisters and cataplasms of wheat bran
to his legs and feet, after which they
went out, except Dr. Craik, without
At about 10 o’clock
he made several attempts to speak
before he could make himself ander
stood. Then he said: “I am just go-
ing. Have me decently buried; and
do not let my body be put into a
vault in less than three days after I
am dead.” A few minutes later he
whispered: “Do you understand me?”
Lear replied: “Yes.” ** ‘Tis well,” was
the reply.
Ten minutes after this, the dying
man felt his own pluse. Lear saw his
employer’s face suddenly change. He
called Dr. Craik, who was sitting by
the fire. The doctor came to the bed-
side. The patient’s hand fell limply
from the wrist. ‘Dr. Craik put his
hands over his eyes,” wrote Lear ‘and
he expired without a struggle or a
sigh. While we were fixed in silent
grief, Mrs. Washington, who was
sitting at the foot of the bed, asked
with a firm and collected voice, ‘Is
he gone?” I could not speak but held
up my hand as a signal that he was
no more. ‘ ‘Tis well,’ she said, in the
same voice, “All is now over. I shall
soon follow him. I have no more
trials to pass through.’
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