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By FRED M. KIEFER
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The leaves in fancy dress are down and the Cold One from the North,
having laid them prone and lifeless,
meadow grasses.’ It means that he has come to keep the winter guard.
The pheasant nervously, with high lifted foot, treads among the corn
shocks waiting uncertainly for that first boom on a tragic November morn-
ing.
In the stone-walls and in the empty trunks of trees—in the caves
of the hillsides the Seven Sleepers make final preparations for a full larder
and a safe place to bed themselves.
till one, the groundhog—perhaps
graver than the rest—steps forth to
catch his shadow in a far away
~ spring day.
The country dance halls are fes-
'tooned with colored leaves and corn-
stalks. Bright orange pumpkins
adorn the shelves and windowsills.
In many this evidence of autumn’s
end is compromised by political ban-
ners and the printed physiognomies
spreads his frosty sheets across the
Here they sleep and here they stay
a
THE LOW DOWN FROM
HICKORY GROVE |
This idea that there ts
anybody in this country or
elsewhere who is :indis-
pensable, don’t check up so
good —and is mostly talk.
You take it under the
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‘huddling in the small wicker chair
‘one mirror to another,
THE SENTIMENTAL SIDE|
By EDITH BLEZ
It seems to us that every week we go through some new nightmare
with our New Young Lady! Tonight, o
dance over at the high school.
is in a heap and every dressing
ne day after her sixteenth birthday,
| we are completely exhausted—not from physical effort, and not that we
‘have been doing anything out of the ordinary. We are exhausted be-
| cause our New Young Lady has just left the house to attend the Senior
For one hour our fair daughter has been
[getting dressed and every light in every room on the second floor has
| been turned off and on so many times we wonder what would happen
{if there were rooms on the third floor!
Every rug on the second floor
table is in a state of turmoil.
bathroom looks as if a cyclone
struck it and our New Young Lady's
bedroom is such a sad mess, that
Raggedy Anne and Raggedy Andy
look as if they are afraid of what
will happen next!
We thought after all this prep-
aration, and hours of pacing from
our fair
daughter would look like something
out of Vogue or Harper's Bazaar,
but when we did get a good look
at her we couldn’t see that she look-
The | j
THE OLD
SCRAPBOOK
~—By "Bob"’ Sutton —
Many a man gets left because he
didn’t do right!
If you think you have your trou-
bles, consider the poor cornstalk, al-
ways having its “ears” pulled, or the
potato, with its “eyes” full of dirt!
~ of hopeful candidates.
The harvest is over. The farm |
~ cellars bulging full. Recess bells
ring daily at the schoolhouse. Elec-
‘ed much different than usual. The
| dance is to be a barn dance and the
| idea is to come in your old clothes.
‘We have tried for weeks to get our
Pharaohs, there in Egypt,
when they were putting
up the pyramids, it was
Only cleanliness can understand
the meaning of filth. g :
tion is around the corner. Dammit
—winter’s here!
And along with the summer and
fall we're going to miss a friend.
Summer will be back next year but
I wonder whether Howell Rees will
ever return to Dallas. ~ Howell is
headed for broader fields in a sun-
nier clime. There'll be no blustery,
ice-laden winds for: him this winter.
There'll be no need of crowding the
radiator or blowing on frost-nipped
hands or wiping steamed glasses on
entering a warm room as far as
Howell is concerned. No need, nor
desire, for hot chocolate or a
Christmas Tom ‘and’ Jerry. No sir!
It’s linen suits and polo. shirts. It’s
bellied sails on a careening boat
and breezes rustling on a tropic
shore. It’s plunges in the Caribbean
and tall, clinking Planter’s Punches
for Howell.
There'll be, for’ us, no more of
that incomparable writing and de-
“ightful reading in Postscripts.
We'll have to turn back the files to
catch again the laughter between
the; lines concerning: the Tally Ho
At, the committee of Grasshoppers
that called on Howell some years
ago. He brought to light the fact
that not far away lived and fought
a great pioneer, Col. Franklin, in
days gone by. He covered the Fu
‘Manchu menace with'a reportorial
style as thrilling as it was his own.
But most of all we'll miss the ecto-
plasmic visits of that tough, old,
unkillable ghost, Eph McCoy. To
some of us his wistful Pedro and
the Scripture quoting Rio Kid will
ever stalk the boards of memory.
There'll be no one to help fill my
third floor library with tobacco
smoke and read to me Edwin Mark-
ham’s lines,
“And when he fell in whirlwind,
he went down
As when a lordly cedar, green
with boughs,
Goes down with a great shout
upon the hills,
And leaves a lonesome place
against the-sky.”
because he understood my reverence
for Old Abe. Only Howell could sit
and listen, and enjoy it, when I
read my favorite passages from the
lips of Americans of ‘a big and by-
gone day.
Though I never rode the river
with you Howell, nor climbed the.
mountain trails, nor breasted the
wilderness bush, nor sloughed the
hilltop muskeg I offer you this hunt-
er’s tribute—You're a plenty skoo-
kum fella, Howell, and may the
‘mountain chinook ever blow the
muskwa-hiyah to your bag.
There's many a man that I know
and like
From pavement to sun-lazy beach,
* Where life is smooth and the lights
are bright
‘With nary a whim beyond reach.
But out in the bush. where the day’s
pack ends 2
‘Neath a great big moon that’s
mellow,
You want on the trail—not one of
those friends—
But a plenty skookum fellow!
Far out in the night when nothing
goes right
And trouble lies merely fallow
You're gonna meed help when you
put up your fight.
You'd best have a skookum fellow!
To hogtie your troubles you'll need
a tight loop:
And here’s something. else I can tell
you, .
You'll not always have a fair moun-
tain chinook—
So pair with a.skookum fellow!
Those who stand by when the last
spark would die
And keep on pumping the bellows;
Those who get hurt just by boosting
your try—
Those are the skookum fellows!
When it’s my turn to go at the end
of the way
1 don’t think that I could turn yel-
low.
I couldn’t bear dying if they couldn’t
say
about like it is here, now.
They grape-vined the idea
around that they could
not get along without old
Rameses. And some of the
big dams we been building
on the Columbia and all
over the country, and the
wide and high buildings
on our rolling Potomac,
they will be hard to ex-
plain 3000 years hence,
like the pyramids are a
problem to-day.
But the Pharaohs of
Egypt and our own Big
Folks here at home, they
had to ‘be doing some-
thing big—they figured—
and they did so.
And old Rameses, he
kept on being Pharaoh—
and he kept on the pay-
roll. But in the end, the
pyramids got him—he is
buried thereunder.
Claiming to be indis-
pensable is taking in a
lota. territory. A pinch-
hitter for the great Casey
could have done no worse
than Casey, himself.
Yours with the low down,
JO SERRA.
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everyone. Letters should be
plainly written and signed.
ROOT HOLLOW
Mr. Editor:
Well, sir, I knawed it was goin’ to
happen. I see by the papers where
Golden Boy—him with the croonin’
voice—isn’t goin’ to wait for the
draft to get him. At last he’s vol-
unteered to fight before he's drafted
—for obscurity. I says to Liz it’s
goin’ to be kinda hard on Delano
swappin’ from that old spavined
horse, ‘Defense Tours” to a spank-
ing young mare like ‘Political
Speeches” and right in the middle
of the stream. But she says, ‘T’ain’t
trick like that.” That women’s got
confidence in Delano, she remem-
bers how he sumersaulted off the
Democratic platform. He can do
them things without battin’ an eye-
lash,
Well, sir, it’s kind of a inspiration
to our Olf, him being twenty-five
and just registered. Olf's kinda
thinkin’ he won't wait around to
be drafted either—just help the
army out and volunteer right now.
Olf ain’t one to let Delano set no
example for nothin’! That ain’t my
idea, no sir, if Delano has got time
to go trapsin’ ’round the country
making political speeches what's go-
ing to happen to our foreign policy ?
I says to ”Liz” Delano might better
have one of them debates with this
Mr. Willkie . right in Washington
where he won't have to be away
from home more than a few min-
utes. It'd be right nice to have a
whispering tenor and a crooner like
Delano on the same program. Much
as I like Delano he’s kind of a hard
boy to watch. You hardly ever
know where he is. Now you take
this draft business. I always thought
a fellow who was drafted did some-
thing sorta against his will like. Like
being drafted in the army where
you gotta go whether you want to
or not and where mostly you'd
ruther not. Now if Delano ain't
anxious for a third term and the
people is a draftin’ him again his
will I don’t think it would do no
hurt if he’d shut up and sit quiet.
Leastaways folks might not notice
him a settin’ there on the sidelines
and forget all about draftin’ him
after all. Sometimes I wonder
whether Delano is as smart as Liz
| thinks he is.
the first time he’s pulled a fancy|
SECOND THOUG
TS
by
javie aiche
As one of the umpity thousands
who greeted Wendell L. Willkie at
Wilkes-Barre, from the best vantage-
point a position with the press could
confer, let your scrivener confess
forthwith that the candidate of the
Republican party is the most mag-
netic personality yet encountered.
But it is to be regretted that his real
power is lost when once he begins
to speak.
An analogy will be pardoned, since
Mr. Willkie came to fame as the
directing genius of a holding com-
pany in the field of electric utili-
ties. Magnets also are electric-
powered. They gather up all and
sundry, hold all tight to their bosom
so long as the current is confined
in their cores; but, give them the
impulse of release, and everything
goes ker-plunk. -
Your correspondent pursued mat-
ters a little farther than did others.
He left the pressbox and accompan-
ied Mr. Willkie to his limousine. By
the way, if you had an idea that the
closed- car presentation of the can-
didate was a blunder of the Republi-
can committee, you're wrong. Mr.
Willkie asked for it. He didn’t ask
for it because he was afraid of any
hoodlumism. He asked for it be-
cause his throat was raw and he
feared the damp air. He said that
much, in a moment's indulgence of
a cigarette.
And with the people of this part
of Pennsylvania he was certain that
hospitality carries the enthusiasm of
affection. Still, it is sad to remem-
ber that his ride to and from the
armory had to be under shield from
the throngs that had lined the
streets to visually feed upon a phe-
nomenon in American politics.
That this admirer of the man be-
lieves he cannot win is beside the
point; Admiration is based upon
his personality, remember, not upon
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FREEDOM
The columnists and con-
tributors on this page are
allowed great latitude in
‘ expressing their own opin-
ions, even when their
opinions are at variance
with those of The Post
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what he has been able to bring up
as argument for election to an office
that demands hard work, experience
of world affairs, astute caution
against foreign finagling and a pur-
view of an America which may be
vastly changed in a matter of only
months.
Or does anybody care about all
that ?
All through the armory meeting
something bothered your corres-
pondent. The same something was
behind a closed curtain of conscious-
ness in the intimate contact with
Wendell L. Willkie. ¥ wasn’t until
final departure was taken from the
man, it wasn’t until half of the dis-
tance home had been walked that
memory converted the something
into its proper entity.
Wendell L. Willkie is a “Strong-
heart.” And Strongheart was the
Indian hero of a college play, current
thirty-five years ago with Robert
Edeson as star. The Indian had
become the all-American fullback.
His fine physical make-up, his
friendliness, - his ability to run the
field made him the focal center, the
cynosure, and upon him came the
adulation of the young people who
believe for a time that glory in one
endeavor is the justification of ex-
istence.
It came about that Strongheart
was taken to the hearths of his col-
lege friends. And. he fell in love
with the sister of his best chum. By
the devious ways of the stage play
it was made possible for the Indian
and the girl to be left alone in the
living room of the latter’s home.
There Strongheart proposed. The
girl forgot the Strongheart of the
football field; she saw only the
aborigine, asking her to become his
squaw.
She ran from the room, crying her
fright. And Strongheart, desolate
in his loneliness, took stage-center
in exactly the pose that Wendell
Willkie uses to capture all his be-
holders. With arms upraised and
eyes to the heavens Strongheart
pleaded to his traditional diety:
“Great Spirit of My Fathers, I am
in the midst of the desert—alone!”
Is the captain of the utility field
wooing that which he cannot win?
Can his new best chum, John L.
Lewis, put into captivating words
that upon which the charming Mr.
Willkie is mute? Or will the pub-
lic say to the intermediary, remem-
bering that he might have been
promised appointment as Secretary
of Labor:
“You speak only for yourself,
John.”
Your scrivener doesn’t know.
Sometimes it seems that by sheer
force of charm by exposure to most
grueling campaign and speech sched-
ule, Wendell L. Willkie may survive
to what in other considerations
seems impossible.
But, out of his appearance here
comes a thought. It is doubly im-
pressive in the fact of being able
to walk beside the man, to clasp
his shoulder, to speak to him—
without being clubbed over the
noggin by one of a hundred police-
men.
It’s great to be an American.
THE
BOOK SHELF
“Total Defense”. By Clark
Foreman and John Raushen-
bush. Doubleday Doran & Co.,
Inc. $1.25.
Herr Hitler, as back blitzkreigs
would indicate, wages total war on
those who defy his fanaticisms. 'As-
suming, as many do, that the United
States will sooner or later get in
Der Furher’s line of fire the best
thing for us is an invulnerable bul-
wark of defense. This is also the
thought of Joan Raushenbush and
Clark Foreman, authors and fellow
members of the: Committee on Eco-
nomic Defense, who have compiled
a lengthy memorandum outlining
Nazi penetration in South America
with recommendations for action in
the western hemisphére by the
American Nations led by the United
States. This is to be action for the
economic defense of the Americas.
“Potal Defense” is presented by
the authors in two sections. The
first in the form of a memorandum
by imaginary Nazi agents describ-
ing to Herr Hitler the ease with
which he may assume economic
control and then political control of
South America. This is to be fol-
lowed by the relegating of the
United States to the position of a
Nazi vassal state. For where will
she, hoarding the gold of the world,
market her goods under a German
barter economy? The authors have
backed their case by presenting a
picture of Turkey enmeshed in a
commodity for commodity deal with
Germany from which she can not
break loose.
“He was a plenty skookum fellow!
Lemuel
“More than a newspaper,
a community institution”
THE DALLAS POST
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progressive mewspaper pub-
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at its plant on Lehman Ave-
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Dallas Post, Inc.
Entered as second-class matter
at the post office at Dallas, Pa.,
under the Act of March 3, 1879.
Subscriptions, $2 a year, payable
m advance.
Howard W. Risley............ Manager
A Mech. Supt.
Mr. Foreman and Mrs. Raushenbush
present the case of the Standard
Oil Company of New Jersey: The
company desirous of removing as-
sets from Germany was forced to ac-
cept in place of gold a supply of
harmonicas large enough to provide
every American boy with two .on
Christmas morning. But there will
never be another Christmas morning
plan under which the United States,
in a spirit of altruism foreign to ex-
ploiting investors of the past, must
help finance the development of
South American economies. This is
a long range investment at low im-
mediate interest rates, but one
which will pay dividends of perpetual
liberty, freedom and the benefits of
democracy to our western world.
South America is our first line of
defense. Military defense is im-
portant, but only when coupled with
economic defense can it result in
total defense—our security.
These are the conclusions drawn
by Mr. Foreman and Mrs. Raushen-
bush from the facts they have exam-
ined and the observations they have
made. ‘Total Defense” is a timely,
vital work for which every American
reader will thank the authors. Hit-
ler will not be too pleased. =»
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United States economy once Hitler
catches all South America in his
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the Nazi sphere of influence, the
United States will be isolated. A
kind of isolation Senator Borah
never looked for.
The authors outline a complete
program for cooperation among the
nations of this hemisphere which
can yet save the new world. This
plan constitutes the second memo-
randum of their book and it is ad-
dressed to the President, Congress
To bring their case to our doorstill
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I fair daughter to wear something on
'went to the dance, accompanied by
her feet beside broken down white
saddle shoes but the saddle shoes
a wild plaid shirt, and hair which is
flowing in a dozen directions at one
time!
After dinner we were anxious to
read but we were forced into an-
swering the door bell for the young
swain who was taking our fair
daughter to the dance, where there
is evidently no formality whatso-|
ever. The young man came early
and we had to entertain him for
forty-five minutes while our fair
daughter paced back and forth from
one mirror to another, When we
asked her how much longer he
would have to wait she informed
pos she was about ready to put her |
makeup on! Furthermore she warn-
ed us not to put any of the lights
out because she wasn’t half finished.
When she came downstairs to put
on her coat we felt quite certain
her hair had been combed a hundred
times but after she had gotten into
her coat her hair had to be combed
egein,
At times like this we feel exactly
‘like Gracie Allen—we just don’t get
it! We simply cannot understand
what our New Young Lady does
with her time. Why must she see
herself in five different mirrors and
why must every rug on the second
floor be in the wrong place. Why
must she comb hair so much and
why, after all the preparation she
goes through, does she ‘insist on
wearing her oldest clothes? If there
is an old skirt or a mussed blouse
hanging in the closet our New
Young Lady will be sure to have it
on, particularly if she is going some-
where special! If we set up a howl
of protest we get nowhere and if we
sigh we get nowhere. We have dis-
covered that finding fault defeats
us in the very beginning—so like
Gracie, we just don’t get it! We
have come to the very definite con-
clusion that this generation is far,
beyond our very feeble comprehen-
sion.
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Tell me not, my dear,
Your love is for a season;
Let me not believe
You kiss without a reason.
Whisper not to me
Of all your deep devotion,
If within your heart
You feel no true emotion.
Tell me not. my dear,
That our romance is ended;
Let me not believe y
That our hearts haven’t blended.
Whisper not to me
Of love without a measure,
If mine gives you no pleasure.
Take me far, my sweet
From love that lasts a season,
Let me not receive
A kiss without a reason.
Whisper dear, to me
You love me truly, only;
And within your heart
Give me that place supremely.
Where the speech is corrupted,
the mind is also,
At birth we cry—at death we see
why.
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