"SECOND THOUGHTS
By javie aiche
bovine Proteus if ever there was one.
time you go out for a bucket of coal.
~ You'll feel as futile and frustrated
as the Chamber of Commerce in
Pittston. Those boys made wrathful
demands: upon a national magazine
to retract its pronouncement of
doom upon the heaven of John Ke-
hoe, declaring it fated to destruction
by mine subsidences, only to come
home from the mailing and discover
that the basements had dropped out
of three more buildings.
It goes to show, dear editor, that
this is, indeed, an age of discour-
. aging denials. Which, in the lack of
a better approach, must serve as sal-
utatory to what your correspondent
learned on a foot-loose Saturday in
haunts he once traversed as an in-
‘quiring reporter; in other words, in
Philadelphia. More important per-
sons were there. Somerset Maug-
ham and Lord Halifax for instance.
The author, by the way, calls his
name ‘Moom” and His Lordship was
sure that the rolling hills and broad
~ fields of adjoining Chester County
were designed by a just providence
for fox-hunting. All of which is what
your correspondent wanted to tell
you about.
Our wolf cartoonists in that
other war enjoyed the withered left
arm of the Kaiser; they used it as
symbolic of the condition of atrophy
afflicting the heart of the German
people whom they conveniently
dubbed “Huns”. you should see
how carefully the newsmen posed
‘His Lordship Halifax so his withered
left arm wouldn’t show. But, Heaven
be thanked that omitted from news-
photo and news-reel were the obei-
sances, curtsies and general abase-
ment of free Americans in the pres-
ence of the nobility.
Just to show Halifax that Ameri-
cans whose ancestors licked his'n
are duly apologetic for such effrontry
the hosts and hostesses of the day
appeared in the red coats once so
obnoxious to their forebears. Why,
even down in what is known as “The
Neck” of Philadelphia, populated by
the relics of the Hessians, the de-
scendants of the mercenaries hired
by George III, refused to treasure so
much as one of the scarlet bodices
of 1776.. >
But it was Maugham who was the
revealing fellow. He was guest of
the Women’s League for World De-
mocracy. What the author knows
about the democracy of Britain
- which he quit cold to live most of
his years in France, was apparent in
"his constant references to the
“clawses.” You do not know about
them here, but with a different pro-
nunciation Maugham described
them as the “upper clawses,” ‘“‘mid-
dle clawses”’ and “working clawses”
of England. Your correspondent got
the impression that with proper ef-
fort on the part of the good old
United States there might be a lev-
eling of the classes at the end of
whatever this thing is we dre setting
out on. It seems that already the
wealthy idle of the tight little king-
dom are not averse to sharing shel-
ter with “the people” when bombs
get dropping uncomfortably close.
And the people are beginning to re-
alize there is little difference be-
tween them and their betters; all are
brothers’ when the communal -skin
is to be saved. .
It finally was refreshing to have
a touch-and-go contact with Lily
Hellman, rounding out a new success
as America’s most important play-
wright. Her “Watch On The Rhine”
had just survived all the danger of
critical first week audiences drawn
to “Maryland” theatre in Baltimore.
You're going to like “Watch On The
Rhine.” Miss Hellman thought, for
her part, she would like to .look
in on Luzerne County, considering
all she has heard about the type of
democracy enjoyed here, particularly
through the medium of the courts.
And so the week was wound up
with Lew Weitzenkorn and a visit to
Dallas. . Weitzenkorn, too, has been
making a study of democracy, seek-
ing inspiration for a play that might
take rank with his recent stage sen-
sation “Five Star Final.” At last
reports, Lew and your correspon-
dent were on the telephone, seeking
conference with a world traveler,
fellow-playwright and alleged assoc-
iate editor. His name, if we re-
membered it correctly, was Fred M.
Kiefer.
What’s become of that fellow,
anyway ?
javie achie.
SONG
April, April,
Laugh thy girlish laughter;
Then, the moment after, ~
Weep thy girlish tears,
April, that mine ears
Like a lover greetest,
If I tell thee, sweetest;
All my hopes and fears.
April, April,
Laugh thy golden laughter,
But the moment after,
Weep thy golden tears! .
William Waston
PEDIGREE
The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, anytime, to him
Is aristocracy.
Emily Dickinson
Until your ‘correspondent had completed the reading of editorial com-
“ment on the latest war speech of the newest peace president, he had con-
ceded all honors for mixed metaphor to Billy Maguire.
‘gave us a headline which said: “F. D. R. Takes Bull By The Horns, Bowls
Over All Opposition, Spikes Guns Of Appeasement.”
“Mac” it was who
Some bull that! A
But what about this from the ward-room of the goodship Potomac:
“Communist agents are attempting to under-mine America’s national de-
fense by sowing seeds of strife in the ranks of labor.”
Try that on your agronomy next
THE LOW DOWN FROM
HICKORY GROVE
If you are standing on
the sidewalk and watching
the circus parade, you can
lose your gold watch or
maybe your old wallet,
and never miss them until
the parade is over, or you
get home. This commo-
tion on war preparedness
is not much different from
a circus.
I been thinking about
what else is going om,
while we are helping Eng-
land. Most everybody
wants to help England,
the same as most every-
body likes a circus, but
you gotta keep half-way
awake or maybe you will
walk home—and without
your timepiece.
The latest — halfway
covered by preparedness—
1s Socialism. Most every-
body figures socialism tis
something they have away
off someplace else, like in
Germany, and all we have
here are Democrats and
Republicans.
‘But behind the scenery,
if you look, you will see
Old Uncle Samuel getting
pushed into a little bit of
every kind of business,
especially the electric.
And he won't get out
when preparedness ts
over. Sambo’s business is
running the army and the
navy. When he edges in-
to private business, he is
edging into Socialism.
You gotta keep an eye
peeled at any parade.
Yours with the low down,.
JO SERRA
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FOOTNOTES
By EMMONS BLAKE
aN
Group singing, good or bad, is al-
ways a source of enjoyment to me.
If it is good I appreciate it. And,
if it is amateurish I am amused.
Our college’s mixed glee club is
the pride of the state. When their
combined voices are heard, it is the
only sound in range. Every other
noise ceases. But when the whole
untrained student body sings, it be-
comes a contest. The winner being
he who sings loudest.
There are two types of singing
that really give me a thrill. They
are: first, the singing of patriotic
pieces. A strong feeling comes
over me when ever a crowd starts
singing in praise of their country.
I join in, and the few notes of mine
that reach my hearing sound better
to me than any I sing alone. The
second type is one that I have only
recently started to hear. That of
marching men singing. Those voices
lifted in cadence to the rhythm of
soldier’s boots carry a powerful pull
to any boy within hearing distance.
When soldiers go singing by I am
tempted to fall right in with them
and march along.
In contrast to such active music,
there is the singing done in church.
I like the whole business of church
singing, from the moment of the an-
nouncement of the hymn, to the
seating of the congregation. Every
week I wait for the rasping sound
the hymn books make as they are
pulled from their racks on the back
of the pews. Then comes the sound
of many people thumbing through
the pages, mixed with an occasional
murmur of satisfaction when one
has turned to the correct place on
the first try. Church voices belong
in a class by themselves. Everyone
is so conscientious. There are the
people who have lost their place and
finish the last two words after every
one else. There is the lusty singer
who breaks off in the middle to
hand his book to a late-comer. And
lastly there is the wavery contralto
who sounds rather like a musical
saw.
However we choose to sing, we
should be grateful. For, we are the
only nation that still has: Freedom
of Speech, Freedom of the Press and
Freedom of Song.
A LA GILBERT AND SULLIVAN
If you wish in this world to advance,
Your merits you're bound to en-
hance;
You must stir it and stump it,
And blow your own trumpet,
Or, trust me, you haven't a chance.
{ The author seems to feel that nurses
"BOOK REVIEW
A dramatic romance, which has a
slightly different twist, “Nurses Are
People” is a story of romance and
intrigue in a hospital. Miss Han-
cock has tried to prove to the public
that although nurses are inclined
to become hardened individuals be-
cause of the pain and suffering that
they see and relieve all of the time,
they are possessed of the same emo-
tions, and are subject to the same
temptations as any other women.
should be credited with. the success-
ful recovery of the patient and the
doctor is merely incidental. The lat-
ter theme is not as well accom-
plished as the former.
Her story centers around Nurse
Roberta Cameron who is not only
young and beautiful, but intelligent
and ambitious as well. Nurse Cam-
eron has not time for romance un-
til she meets Chris Baxter under un-
usual circumstances. Fate inter-
venes, however, and the inevitable
triangle arises when she becomes in-
fatuated with Dr. Stanley Nichols, a
handsome and selfish character who
is discontented in his marital life.
Our heroine tries to resist tempta-
tion and is rewarded when she once
“More than a newspaper,
a community institution”
THE DALLAS POST
ESTABLISHED 1889
A non-partisan liberal
progressive mewspaper. pub-
lished every Friday morning
at its plant on Lehman Ave-
nue, Dallas, Penna, by the
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
in advance.
Editor and Publisher
HOWARD W. RISLEY
Associate Editor
MYRA ZEISER RISLEY
Contributing Editors
FRED M. KIEFER
JOHN V. HEFFERNAN
Mechanical Superintendent
HAROLD J. PRICE
again meets the worthy Chris Bax-
ter and nurses him back to health.
Miss Hancock has brought to light
the trials and tribulations of the
nurse. She has shown the reader
the hardships and difficulties a wom-
an must be subjected to in order to
become and remain a nurse. The
reader is given a bird's eye view in-
to the private corridors of a hos-
pital and is shown how the same
‘petty jealousies and every-day bick-
ering exists in the white washed
hospital as they do in any other
type of business, for medicine, as
presented in ‘Nurses Are People,”
is a business as well as being a pro-
fession. For the most part, the out-
side world has little knowledge of
the inner workings of a hospital and
it is interesting to discover that all
nurses and doctors are not angeis
of mercy.
The book makes for rather enjoy-
able reading if the reader is inter-
ested in a light movie-like novel.
The contents are easily digested,
and although most of us know that
seldom does the nurse marry the
handsome and rich patient, a happy
ending is appreciated by most peo-
ple. The book does not contain the
depth of “The Citadel,”” but for a
few hours of light reading “Nurses
Are People” should be most suit-
able.
THE SAFETY VALVE - By Post Readers
I'S A HARD GAME
March 20. 1941
Editor The Post:—
Knowing that in the past you |
have thought a little about Tommy .
Dropcinski, known as the pugilistic
world as “Tommy Dew”. I hope &f- |
ter reading this letter you will sort |
of help this boy in his hour of need,
because the time has come i
this boy needs all the advice and.
help his friends can give. After re- |
cieving a phone call that some “Hu-
man Vulture” manager out
there in Wilkes-Barre trying to put |
was
) Tommy in a fight, I decided to pre-
vent it if possible. Taking Judge
Cavanaugh of East Orange with me,
I arrived there in time to prevent
this boy from getting his brain
battered in and maybe stop this
“Vulture’’ from ruining good pros-
pects.
Anyone can ruin prospects, you
don’t have to be a licensed manager
to do that. Why, my good friend
should want to have other boys to
ruin is beyond my understanding.
I hold a two (2) year contract on
Tommy and rather than see him get
hurt, I'd tell him to quit at this
early stage of the game.
The boy was brought down to me
by one Teddy Songialios of Pringle
Hill. Teddy spent a little over $110
on this boy. Myself I do not keep
track of the money and time it cost
me because it was a pleasure teach-
ing this boy to box as long as he
listened. If this “Vulture” might
be interested in the contract, he can
pay Songialios that above mentioned
amount. Then he might not be so
careless who he matches Tom up
with.
I remain yours to hear from,
PAUL BALDA,
56 Berwyn Street,
Orange, N. J.
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HOME THOUGHTS FROM ABROAD
Oh, to be in England,
Now that April’s there!
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the
brush wood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny
leaf,
the chaffinch sings on the:
orchard bough
In England—now!
While
And after April, when May follows,
And the whitethroat builds, and ail
the swallows!
Hark, where my blossomed pear tree
in the hedge.
Leans to the field and scatters on
the clover
Blossoms and dewdrops—at the bent
spray’s edge—
That’s the wise thrush; he sings each
song twice over,
Lest you should think he never
could recapture
That first fine, careless rapture!
And though the fields look rough
with hoary dew,
All will be gay when noontide wakes
anew
The buttercups, the little children’s
dower,
Far brighter than this gaudy melon
flower!
Robert Browning.
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UNCLE SAM’S COUSIN
March 21, 1941.
Editor The Post:—
You are probably wondering just
who this is writing from Langley
Field? Well, I am just another one
of Dallas many “cousins” to our
great Uncle Sam, and, whose week
is never complete unless he has read
his hometown newspaper! But, sad,
but true, Private Snyder of Langley
Field has not received the March 21
issue of the Dallas Post, thus, this
week has proven to be an incom-
plete one.
(Incidently, I received the March
14 issue of the Dallas Post alright).
JH
{
As you know, I am a new sub-
scriber to the Dallas Post, as before,
my parents sent me their issue after
they were finished reading it. But
my mother, having a scrap book col-
lection of artitcles from the Post,
insisted I send the paper back when
I was finished with it. (Some rou-
tine, yes!) But we have done this
since I joined last year, and I finally
decided to have them subscribe to
the Post for me to do away with
this “fourth handed” method!
I have enjoyed the articles that
have appeared in the Post since" I
have joined the Air Corps consid-
erably. Since my graduation from
Casey Jones School of Aeronautics
as an Army Airplane Mechanic, I
have had the fine opportunity to be
working on the Army’s famous Bell
“Aircuda’s.” These planes are the
twin engined, pusher type. (I
am sorry I cannot give you more
information about these fighters, as
this is restricted.) :
Two weeks ago I was transferred
into the new 50th Material Squad-
ron of the 37th Air Base Group
which is leaving for Oklahoma City
on April 12. I am very enthused
about going to Oklahoma, as I have
always wanted to fulfill that old
saying, “Go West, Young Man, Go
West!”—Army life is perfect, I love
it!
I intend to visit Allan Kistler af-
ter I arrive in Oklahoma, as I read
in a recent issue of the Post that
he is stationed at Camp Sill in Ok-
lahoma.
Now to go back to my incomplete
week. Will you kindly send me the
March 21st issue of the Dallas Post.
This issue might have been lost in
the mail, but I would have received
it by now, even though my address
has been changed.
I remain as one of the many,
faithful Dallas Post readers,
Private William J. Snyder,
50th Material Squadron,
37th Air Base Group,
| generally diminished vitality marked
| the last stage of her illness.
| the Judgment Bar of God where the
THE SENTIM
By EDITH BLEZ
ENTAL SIDE
THE OLD
SCRAPBOOK
By "Bob" Sutton
The number of square people, not
the number of square miles, makes
a country.
When you come to the forks of
the road be careful Satan doesn’t
switch the signs.
Reputation is the flesh; character
is the heart.
A crowd is not company.
A storm may roar without me,
My heart may low be laid;
But God is round about me,
And can I be dismayed ?
THE DEATH OF MISS PRAYER
MEETING
Miss Faithful Prayer Meeting died
recently at Neglectville in the state
of Worldliness. She was born many
years ago in revival fires. She had
lived a notable life until recent
years. For some time she had been
confined to her home because of
business engagements and severe at-
tacks of fatigue and nervousness.
These symptoms were always more
noticeable on prayer meeting nights.
She was troubled with stiff knees
and weakness of will power and
The remains will be taken before
Creator and Searcher of all things
will inquire into the real cause of
the untimely death of so worthy
a servant. It is suspected that
treachery on the part of her care-
takers and professed admirers will
be discovered as responsible—A. O.
Moore.
LENTEN THOUGHT No. 5
Why Easter? Easter is absolutely
a Christian festival. The central fig- i
ure which leads the way to Easter!
is not the person in fine clothes, nor
the child with Easter toys, nor the
once-a-year church attender, but
the central Being is Jesus, the Son
of God,—M. C. Daniels.
MEMORY
My mind lets go a thousand things,
Like dates of wars and deaths of
kings,
And yet recalls the very hour—
"Twas noon by yonder village tower,
And on the last blue noon in May—
The wind came briskly up this way,
Crisping the brook beside the road;
Then, pausing here, set down its
load
Of pine-scents, and shook listlessly
Two petals from that wild rose tree.
Thomas Bailey Aldrich.
FREEDOM
The columnists and com-
tributors on this page are
allowed great latitude in
expressing their own opin-
tons, even when their
opinions are at variance
with those of The Post
ay
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Oliver's Garage |
Have you read H. M. Pulham Esquire? It was written by John Mar-
quand, who wrote Wickford Pount and the famous Mr. Moto stories. I
am certainly not a book reviewer so I do not have to worry about the
good craftmanship and literary qualities of the book so I can tell you very
simply why I enjoyed H. M. Pulham Esquire so much.
5 Harry Pulham is a rich young man :
who graduates from Groton and
Harvard. The author has portrayed
most vividly the story of a young
man who is completely surrounded
on all sides by family, money, and
most of all tradition. He dared not
do as he pleased, he must live as his
crowd lives and any attempt to de-
viate from the usual routine of Gro-
ton, Harvard, the ‘best clubs, the
proper sports was looked upon with
great disfavor.
Harry Pulham did dare to break
away from a small part of his life.
He escaped to New York and worked
for a while in an advertising firm.
Harry wasn’t exactly brilliant but
he seemed to fit very nicely into
the advertising business. It was in
this position that he met Marvin
Myles, the girl who might have
changed his life into something dif-
ferent if she had had half a chance.
Marvin was something new to
Harry. She didn’t have any money
except what she earned, no back-
ground to speak of, and the ambition
of her life was to enjoy some of the
things Harry took for granted. He
dared one week-end to take Marvin
home for a visit. His family and his
friends didn’t quite understand be-
cause young men in Harry’s circle
married the young women in their
circle and surely Harry wasn’t con-
sidering this girl seriously. It just
wasn’t done! Who was she? Who
were her people? Where had she
gone to school ? Harry never got the
chance to bring Marvin into his life
because his father died and he had"
to go back to Boston and take care
of his mother and the estate.
Before Harry realized what was
happening, he was married in his
own crowd. He certainly didn’t feel
the same about his wife as he did
about Marvin, but he didn’t object
to being married to her. He took
it as a natural procedure and con-
vinced himself that he was in love
with his wife.
Harry became the father of two
children, found his wife all he ex-
pected of a wife and felt secure in
his business affiliations. What more
could one ask? Marvin Myles might
have had an answer to that ques-
tion because she had really been in
love with Harry, but Harry had put
her out of his life until one day he
met her at a college reunion with
her husband, who happened to be
one of Harry's classmates.
Harry was sure that his way of
living was the right way. He was
so secure and so unconscious of re-
ality that he never discovered that
his wife was having an affair with’
his best friend. Harry wasn’t stupid
but he lacked imagination. He was
a true son of his father and his
mother and all the people who had
gone before them. When his sister
attempted to tell him what he had
missed he didn’t know what she was
talking about.
Harry is so typical, he is so sim-
iliar to many young married men
who literally die and accept their
deaths as life. Occasionally some
of them catch a little glimpse of
what life might have been, but they
usually push it aside as something
removed from their lives. They go
right on living in the tradition of
their fathers, attending college re-
unions , never suspecting that their
way of living is meaningless and
dull. Mr. Marquand has given us a
pathetic and yet a very amusing pic-
ture of a class of men who will prob-
ably always be the same.
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‘QUICK, CONFI
COURTEOUS SERVICE
IT IS NOT NECESSARY TO BE
A DEPOSITOR TO APPLY
FOR A LOAN
ERSONAL,
~ a» FRANCES R.
Who is on the Lord's side?
Who will serve the King?
Who will be His helpers
Other lives to bring?
Who will leave the world's side?
Who will face the foe?
Who is on the Lord's side?
Who for Him will go?
“UUHO IS ON GHE LORD'S SIDE?”
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Langley Field, Va.
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was never physically
strong, she was gifted and beautiful, and every hymn is full of her
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