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More Than A Newspaper—A Community Institution THE POST'S CIVIC PROG
: 1. A modern concrete highway leading from Dallas and con-
The Dallas Post necting with the Sullivan Trail at Tunkhannock.
2 2. A greater development of community consciousness among
Established 1389 residents of Dallas, Trucksville, Shavertown, and Fernbrook.
3. Centralization of local fire protection.
A Liberal, Independent Newspaper Published Every Friday 4. Sanitary sewage systems for local towns.
Morning At The Dallas Post Plant, Lehman Avenue, 5. A centralized police force. f
Dallas, Penna., By The Dallas Post, Inc. 6. A consolidated high school eventually, and better co-oper-
ation between those that now exist.
HOWARD W. RISLEY General Manager 5 OTP Dna © us an Ie] shod fn
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EDITORIALS
How To Lower The Cost
The fine plans for a modern sewage system in Dallas
seem to have broken down, but the delay need not be too
~ discouraging. In fact, borough council’s tabling of the plan
because of its expense may turn out to be a good thing in
the end.
~The councilmen seem to feel that, the borough cannot
~ afford the estimated $200,000 expenditure. That is indeed
~ a considerable amount of money, even if the Federal gov-
ernment kicks in with a gift of almost half. The council-
men are justified in hesitating before they invest such an
amount in a sewage system.
A sewage system will cost money, plenty of money,
but the longer we wait, the more it will cost. Eventually,
such an expenditure must be made. It was with these
thoughts in mind that The Post suggested, about six or
seven years ago, that the municipalities about Dallas wake
~ up and anticipate the need and save themselves money by
~ constructing a joint system now.
The Post is not entirely alone in that opinion. It is a
part of the Rotary-Kiwanis plan for joint, centralized at-
tack upon the problems of Back Mountain communities.
The Sunday Independent voiced such an opinion last Sun-
day when it advised that the sewage system, when it is
constructed, be adequate to care for the needs of Dallas
and neighboring municipalities.
Dallas Borough has shown its good faith by making an
effort: to learn something about modern sewage disposal
methods and their cost. It is now up to some of the other
neighboring municipalities to do their part. It would have
been wrong for Dallas Borough to assume the task itself.
Ee The present delay may give neighboring towns an op-
portunity to become interested, and if, as a result, a joint
system is constructed, the cost will be proportionately less
to each taxpayer.
Pennsylvania, industrial leader of the nation until
three years ago, today has 10 per cent of the country’s un-
employed. Unemployment in Pennsylvania is 25 per cent
higher in proportion to the population than in the United
States as a whole.
Exploitation, 1938 Style
~The United Mine Workers of America tossed a bankroll
of $120,000 into the unsuccessful fight to make Lieut.-Gov.
~ Thomas Kennedy the Democratic Party’s gubernatorial
candidate in the last primary election.
pd The fund was contributed between December 1, 1937,
and May 31, 1938, according to a report at the No. 1 district
~ office of the union. Previous to December 1, 1937, the report
listed contributions of $500,000 in the campaign to re-elect:
President Roosevelt; and $247,000 to Labor’s Nonpartisan
League. This brings the total expenditure for politics close
to the million dollar mark.
Every cent of this money came from the members of
the U. M. W., most of whom have little enough for them-
selves these days. Little wonder that John L. Lewis sel-
dom visits the anthracite region any more.
It must be difficult for the miners to decide whether
Sixty-two new industrial concerns moved their plants
into Wilmington, Del., during 1937. More than half went
from Philadelphia because of high Pennsylvania taxes on
industry.
Parents As Police
A number of persons have complained to The Post
about mischievous youngsters who amuse themselves by
breaking windows and otherwise damaging property.
' The limited police facilities in town make it impossible
for officers to patrol some of the outlying sections and so
children often carry on their wrecking boldly and in defiance |
of complaining householders.
The blame, it appears, rests not; so much with the chil-
dren as with their parents, who have a definite responsi-
bility in training children to an appreciation of the value of
property. A serious effort by parents to instill .such re- |
much easier.
Adults get no enjoyment from scolding the neighbor’s
children. Frequently, rather than strain neighborly rela-
tions, injured plants and broken windows are forgotten.
Such consideration places an even greater responsibility |
upon the parents of the guilty youngsters, and calls for a
similar spirit of neighborliness.
Respect for the property and the opinions of other peo-
ple should be implanted early in every child. The parent
who has neglected that part of his boy's or girl's training
is far more to blame than the child.
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they shall be exploited by the operators or the labor leaders. {prince and prelate second.
spect in their offspring would make the work of policemen | :
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RIVES
ATTHEWS
Three people of whom I was very
fond because of my interest in them
and their careers died last week: two
quietly, one violently. All three of
thelr deaths, for various reasons, sad-
dened me considerably. One, His
Eminence, Patrick, Cardinal Hayes,
I knew only by sight. The second,
Don Alfonso de Bourbon y Batten-
berg, Count of Covadonga, former
Prince of Asturias and heir to the
Spanish crown, I never met, but
would have at a garden party plan-
ned in his honor had he not been
taken suddenly ill. The third, Mrs.
S. Stanwood Mencken, I had the
pleasure of meeting briefly at a large
cocktail party given in New York
over a year ago.
——
If you've ever been to Ireland, or
read James Farrell's “Studs Loni
gan,” or had much to do with the
Tammany Hall type of Irishman,
then, as I do, you'll value the type
of Irishman Patrick, Cardinal Hayes
was, not only as a Prince of the Holy
Roman Empire and ranking diplomat
in this country representing the Vat-
ican State, but also as priest and arch-
bishop of a great church. and as an
American and son of the same mean
streets which gave New York, and
the nation, the not so noble spec-
tacles of Alfred Emmanuel Smith and
Jimmy Walker, both discredited po-
liticos.
—
Cardinal Hayes, on the two occa-
sions I was privileged to see him at
close range, possessed two qualities of
outward appearance which are rarely
found together. He had dignity, or
presence, yet withall a kindly coun-
tenance. His figure demanded the
respect of adults and his face won
the love and confidence of children.
I saw two faint in his presence, so
excited and thrilled were they by the
ritual of confirmation, and I heard
him speak to a church full of children
and proud parents with a simplicity
which lent an elegance to the father-
ly advice he gave them.
His accents were mellow and very
Irish. There was no escaping the
charm of the man, and that charm
did not depend upon his dramatic
robes of scarlet watered silk, nor his
golden, episcopal crook, nor yet his
ornate mitre. He was a man any
one could love, Jew or Gentile, Ro-
man Catholic, Protestant or agnostic,
because he was a man first, and
—_——
My interest in the late Count of
Covadonga is based upon a coinci-
dence known to some of my readers.
My mother and father were married
on the same day, in the same year,
that the former King and Queen of
Spain were. I was born on the same
day, March 17, 1907, that poor bleed-
er, Don Alfonso Pio Christino Edu-
ardo Francisco Guillermo Carlos En- |
rique Eugenio Fernando Antonino!
Venancie de Bourbon y Battenberg, |
was. . My father was congratulated
by his father when the latter heard!
of the coincidence through his con-!
sul in St. Louis.
If T were commissioned to cut an
epitaph on his tombstone, I'd incise |
the following: the poor guy never |
had a chance. Born with two strikes |
against him, haemophilia, the bleed-
ing disease which is the heritage of
so many of the male grandchildren
of Queen Victoria’s daughters, the
ormer Crown Prince of Spain had
no normal family life and was called
upon, almost at birth, to fill a posi-
tion fraught with danger and bound
to distort the attitude of any normal
individual toward the realities of ex-
istence. No wonder he made a mess
of his two marriages, as his father
did with his. No wonder that his
death followed a joy ride with a cig-
arette girl from a Miami hot spot. No
wonder, with his inherited affliction,
that the only worthwhile pursuit to
which he was able to devote himself
was the breeding of pigs and chick-
ens. Perhaps from ‘them he hoped
to learn the secrets of heredity, and
how to overcome such bad features
of them as the dread disease of hae-
mophilia. No wonder that he once
remarked, after renouncing his royal
titles and rights to the now non-ex-
istent Spanish crown: “I am happy to
be a free man, but even as a private
citizen I am still beset by snobs.
There are thousands of them, and
they just will not learn that I am
no longer a Prince. In my heart I
wish I was born a commoner.”
—_—
What poor Don Alfonso, great-
grandson of Englands Victoria,
never learned was that he was born
a commoner, and died one, too, in
the ancient chaloppy with defective
brakes of a nightclub charmer. Prin-
ces,’ he should have learned, are
never born, they make themselves so.
Cardinal Hayes died a Prince,
a Prince among men, a Prince of
Charity, a Prince of his Church.
Poor Alfonso, never a prince, never
had a chance. He was never any-
thing at all save an object of pity, the
joint victim of inherited disease and
inherited station he never earned, he
never had any right to possess.
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Mrs. S. Stanwood Mencken, as all
the world knows, was noted chiefly
for the elaborate and costly costume
dresses she wore to all the better pub-
licized charity balls in New York.
Her appearance was always worth
the price of admission. If people
laughed at her, and some did find
occasion to laugh at a woman who
was in the habit of spending thou-
sands on a dress which could only be
worn for a night and often was so
made it was impossible for her to sit
down in it, there were many who
were pleased by the exotic spectacle
she always made of herself, and
enough of those, who knew her well,
knew too, that her antics possessed
an element of tongue in cheek. Still
others know of the great amount of
quiet and thoughful charity work
she did, and no one can deny that
her prominence as the bespangled
belle of many balls did not serve the
interests of her husband, a lawyer
who would not, ethically, advertise
or seek publicity for himself. Mrs.
Mencken's passing deprives New
York’s most famous charity extra
vaganzas of their gayest, craziest and |
most colorful note. Her death marks
the passing of an era: It is doubt
ful whether any one will ever fill her
bejewelled slippers again. Maybe no
one will want to, and that will be too
bad.
Roads for Farmers
“No one realizes better than I the
importance of giving farmers not
only a market for their products,
but highways on which to haul
them—roads for their trucks and
their pleasure cars. I am opposed
to the diversion of motor funds to
other purposes. I want to see all
this money used for the improve-
ment and maintenance of both our
large and our small road systems.
I want the farming sections of our
state to have better roads and
more of them.”
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CITY
Do you every really stop to think
life? Do you ever pause a minute
and marvel at the radio? I do—an
I am amazed that the listening pub-
lic has learned so much in so short
a time via the air waves. For in-
stance, how many people in this
country would have known about
Orson Welles if it hadn’t been for
the radio? You might say, “Who in
heaven's name is Orson Welles? If
you don’t know about Mr. Welles,
you will soon, because his program is
listed for Sunday evenings at 8 from
now on. Up until now he has been
on the air at 9 p. m. on Mondays
and those who have been following
this up and coming young men have
become such devotees, it is said he
gets more fan mail than any other
person on the radio—and up until
now he has had no sponsor!
—_——
Those of us who are interested in
{the theatre and fortunate enough to
get to New York now and then have
watched Orson Welles do something
which has never been done before in
the theatre—that is, not in our time.
He has built up a theatre group
which has produced Shakespeare in
modern clothes, and made such a suc-
cess of it. The theatre where this
group held forth was jammed to
capacity last winter for weeks and
weeks. The group of which Mr.
Welles is the acting head is called
the Mercury Theatre and to date they
| produced three plays which have all
{proved to be tremendous successes.
In the early part of this summer
Mr. Welles sold Columbia network
the idea that he could do good plays
on the air and make. the listening
public sit up and beg for more. And
that is exactly what has happened.
| Every where this summer I have
| heard people, who were never before
|interested in drama, talking about the
Mercury Theatre.
On Tuesday mornings in the office,
on the bus, on the street car, I have
heard people asking each other if
they had heard Orson Welles last
night? Mr. Welles has sold the pub-
lic on good drama. He has slowly,
but surely, taught his public what is
good in the realm of’ the theatre.
There are no big names in the
Theatre of the air. The plays are
well selected — not things we have
heard again and again. Mr. Welles
dares to give his public plays they
have never heard of. He dares to
give them short stories by Sherwood
SYMPHON fe A the homes
By Edna Blez|
about some of the good things in this |
Anderson and Saki, and as I have
said before they cry for more. Mr.
Welles is teaching thousands of peo-
ple something they never knew be-
bringing something
of the
American people.
Mr. Welles as you must have
| heard by this time is quite young.
| There have been many different
stories told of his age but I feel sure
|he is not quite thirty yet. His suc-
| cess is not just a sudden ‘‘break”. He
has been working for years to achieve
his current success. I feel sure his
success has come from sheer determ-
ination and very hard work.
His voice is his greatest asset. No-
where on stage, screen, or radio have
I heard such a perfect voice. Mr.
Welles might be a splendid actor but
to radio listeners he is first and last
a voice—a voice so warm and rich
and filled with such intensity we find
ourselves following what that voice
says with bated breath—no matter
what the story might be. Mr. Welles
thas something to give the listening
public and I for one hope he gives us
more and more!
THE LOW DOWN
from
HICKORY GROVE
Anybody who does not think
the women know what they are
doing, they are barking up the
wrong tree. And just because
you see one woman painting up
like a Cherokee, it is no sign
they are all Cherokees.
What I got in mind about the
women, it is this here organiza-
tion they got down there in Suf-
fern, N. Y. state—the Women’s
rebellion.
Any politician who thinks he
has been fooling the women, and
thinks the women do not know
who is paying his nice salary,
he is none too smart. He is like
a pale boy coming in from be-
hind the barn, and whistling,
and with a notion his mother
does not know he has been
smokin’,
Women, they just want de-
cent Govt., and do not pay too
much attention to windy politi-
cians. They are used to wind
around the home. But when they
start house-cleaning, they do not
just dust things here and there.
They clean house.
And boy, if I was in politics
and the women got after me I
would fold up my tent and take
to the tall timber.
Yours, with the low down,
JO SERRA.
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