"THE POST, FRIDAY, AUGUST 29,
’
1941
SECOND THOUGHTS
By javie aiche
Complaints finally found a focal point at Shaeffer’s.
To the economists
of the luncheon table, those young and old men gathered from all of
Luzerne County to toil at the various and devious tasks of government,
Shaeffer’s on at least one day of ‘the week is as the Tally-Ho is to Dallas
practically all the time—friendly. The day of the week that has special
allure is Thursday, because that is
the time for the special luncheon
of fried or stewed chicken with
what approximates home-made soup
and noodles; and as far back as I
can recall the Thursday nocn-day
repast was served for a quarter.
Joe O'Mara of Exeter thought
there was 'a mistake in the check
the waiter laid down beside his plate.
For, instead of a quarter, it calied
for a due of thirty-five cents. Al
Dennis of Wyoming picked up his
for comparison and it was the same.
Of equal amounts were the bills
given Paul Murray of Pittston and
Dave Williams of West Wyoming
and, of course, your ccmirentator
fared no better.
“How come?’ O'Mara directed
the question at the cashier. “What
happened to the twenty-five cent
lunch ?” he continued. The cashier
was not the least nonplussed. He
had a question of his own to ask:
‘“What’s happening to everything ?”
And by way of volunteering an
answer he suggested that “anybody
that’s married ought to know what's
happening to the price of food.”
And, boy, how it is happening!
But, that isn’t all that is hap-
pening. The price of war is the
most of the catastrophic story,
what with taxes eating into the
wage and salary, dividends coming
down by compound fractions with
even the best of stocks, and De-
fense industries so concentrated
that populations are moving—to the
great disadvantage of real estate in
this sector of Pennsylvania, with its
increasingly long list of tenantless
dwellings.
I think the boys are still mourn-
ing the passing of Shaeffer’s quarter
chicken lunch, and it served for
several days of conversation and
exchanges of experience with the
grocer, the butcher and baker.
Then along came magazine “Life”
with its camp commentaries from
griping and grousing draft and
National Guard men, with fifty per
cent quoted as willing-to-be-desert-
ers and an additional forty per cent
certain that they are the prize
suckers of the world.
That changed the subject until
President Roosevelt's good friend,
Dr. Henry Noble McCracken, presi-
dent himself of Vassar College,
plumped for the America First Com-
mittee of Charles Lindbergh and
Senator Wheeler, excoriating the ef-
fontery of his chief executive, and
yours, in engaging a treaty for
which he had no authority with
Winston Churchill, who had all the
authority the British Empire could
bestow.
You had to look around for
Eleanor’'s column of “My Day” to
get the retal slant on the meeting
off the rocky coast of Maine, and if
you did that you found her celebrat-
ing the fact that Franklin Junior
and Elliott were on hand, too, for
the royal engagement, with the
Duke and Duchess of Kent coming
later. Yeah, boy! What the man
on the off-side table wanted to
know was this: “When are we go-
ing to hold the coronation ?”
Chester Brozena, I suppose, made
the most apt summation of the sym-
"THE LOW DOWN FROM
HICKORY GROVE
Before the old Romam
Empire blew up back yon-
der around 2000 years
ago, things were some-
thing like they ‘are mow,
here. Taxes were sky-high
—divorce was easy as
shootin’ fish — pleasure
came first—spending for
swords and chariots
soared—religion was half-
hearted.
I been gassin’ about it
with Henry Ford—he 1s
my mnetghbor. He says,
“Jo, instead of standing
around with your mouth
open taking in all the new
theories coming over the
radio or reading 2-column
columns by hysterical re-
porters, you better shar-
pen a coupla pencils and
start writing your U. S.
A. senators and U. S. A.
congressmen. Tell em
where to start pruming
expenses. Tell ’em to
sweep out the Govt. psy-
chologists and economic
experimenters. Tell ’em
to send home their som-
in-law and all their other
relatives. Anyway, send
home all who are getting
2 thousand or upwards,
ver year. That would just
about empty half the
buildings. Tell em to sell
the surplus furniture, in-
cluding the 500 thousand
swivel chairs. That might
help start the ball roll-
ing,” he says.
Henry is mot so hand-
some, but brother, he sure
is mo green pea.
Yours with the low down,
JOE SERRA.
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closed it.
“Listen!
posium. In fact, he
What Chester said was:
Prices may be going up and we all
may be going up with them, to hell
knows where. But the fellow in the
White House has the inside track.
He ought to know what he’s doing.
I have two brothers already in ser-
vice and they’re not griping. If they
were I wouldn't speak to them.
“I haven't a son, but if I had one
and he needed to be coddled into
defense of this land of ours—well,
I wouldn’t be writing letters to the
papers about it. I'd simply shoot
the pup!”
So far as I have been able to
learn, Chester Brozena isn’t a can-
didate for office. All he is, I may
add, is a third-generation Ameri-
can. I, who am only second gen-
eration, feel like an immigrant every
time I hear some one refer to Ches-
ter as a “foreigner.”
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THE PURITANS
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NATHANIEL , NOAH , DANIEL,
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Fi JOSHUA, GIDEON, ELI, ICHABOD,~
KNEW THEIR OLD TESTAMENT,
PARTICULARLY JOSEPHS STORY OF
THE SEVEN GOOD AND SEVEN
FAMINE YEARS, — AND WHAT HE
DID ABOUT IT. rian
J S MOTIVATING HERITAGE OF OURS HAS MADE AMERICA
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WHAT IT IS AND HAS RESULTED IN HISTORY'S
GREATEST AGGREGATE OF INDIVIDUALS’ THRIFT —
1174 BILLION IN LIFE INSURANCE OWNED BY
65 MILLION AMERICANS TODAY.
“Truth, Crushed to Earth, Shall Rise Again!”
THE SAFETY VALVE - By Post Readers
As I Saw It
Editor The Post:
Four o'clock in the morning and
I had just crawled back between
the covers after closing the windows
because of the rain. As I lay there
awake, I could not help thinking
what inconvenience and delay the
farmers would be put to in their
harvesting and what a messy day
it would be for travelling. All the
while flashes of lightning ran across
the sky and eerie shadows played
on the walls of our room. Gradual- |
1
ly the storm was lessening in fury.
Silence, then a terrifying crash
{followed by the low-throated rum-
ble of thunder and I could almost
(sense a tree falling to the earth
somewhere in the woods across the
way. It was too early for dawn
yet the room grew brighter—sud-
denly I heard the shouting of men
mingled with the agonized cries of
animals. Could it be fire?
Leaping out of bed and running
to the window, I saw at once the
source of the light and noises was
a barn completely in flames. On
went my clothes and boots while
my “better half” also struggled
rather sleepily into a costume a bit
more fashionable than bed clothes.
an old fishing hat for protection
house and ran up the road. “Are
the animals safe, did you drive
them out?” was my first question.
The answer was just this: “We
drove threelout and untied the rest
but we couldn’t go back in a second
time to get any more.”
By this time bleary-eyed men
were coming from every direction
everything from the barn housing
the machinery which stood so close
to the burning building. First to be
moved was a car whose front end
parts waiting repair.
ter, next the binder and finally,
| after many loads of articles usually
Grabbing my old service coat and |
from the driving rain, I left the |
and immediately started to remove |
was -up in the air hanging like a |
lifeless creature for underneath it |
on the floor lay its motor in many |
Then the cut- |
ton a farm, we dragged out the old |
| sleigh.
I “Will the other barn catch ?"’ was
{ the auestion cn evervone’s lips and
jas if in answer the flames reached |
| out and licked at its side succeeding
| in starting a small patch of fire. Up
{with a ladder theA several
| buckets of water—suceess.
Now the only thing left to do was
{to stand bv and protect the re-
| maining buildings. This was our
i first chance to congregate and talk
| it over and as a chorus every man
said: “Thank God for the rain, may
it enntinne!”
|' Mot until then had one of us real-
|ized that we were soaked to the
skin but none minded the drenching
for the rain was our ally and only
hope to save the other buildings.
As there was nothing more to do.
I came home. shed my clothes and
an
that was readv, for me. “Are you
going to bed?” asked my wife and
1 wearily replied, “I guess not, it’s
davlight and T don’t believe I could
sleep anyway.”
I write the above article not as
a literary contribution but merely
as a protest to the newspaper re-
port which read and I quote: “Early
this morning, a barn in Sweet Val-
ley owned hv the Long family was
struck by lightning and was com-
pletelv = destroyed. Three
were led out and four more fled
jo the pasture leaving eight cows
{ and five horses to perish. Nothing
| was saved and the loss is reported
! to be $10,000.”
| J. L. M.; Jr.
eagerly drank the steaming coffee |
horses |
| shall conquer, then in victory give |
“More than a newspaper,
a community institution”
THE DALLAS POST
ESTABLISHED 1889
A mon-partisan liberal
progressive newspaper 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.
Single copies, at a rate of Sc
each, can be obtained every Fri-
day morning at the following
newsstands: Dallas; Hislop’s Rest-
aurant, Tally-Ho Grille; Shaver-
town, Evans’ Drug Store; Hunts-
ville, Frantz Fairlawn Store.
Editor and Publisher
HOWARD W. RISLEY
Associate Editors
MYRA ZEISER RISLEY
WARREN F. HICKS
Contributing Editors
FRED M. KIEFER
JOHN V. HEFFERNAN
Mechanical Superintendent
HAROLD J. PRICE
Vote Lake Township Dry
Editor The Post:
lenge to the voters of Lake town-
ship. You have in your power at
| this primary election the authority
of whether your township shall
legalize the sale of beer and liquor |
for another four years or take the
way of nobleness and say
“Lake township shall be a leader in
the Back Mountain Region in voting |
dry on both beer and liquor.” We
cannot yet realize the effect that
such a splendid decision would have |
upon the youth of today, who are
the leaders in the world of tomor-
row.
| We, who are to lead your nation
| atter you have passed,
| must have comrades who are pure,
| clean-cut men and women or else
| the destiny of our great nation is
| in peril. Will you not do your hum-
| ble, yet highly responsible and de-
| cisive duty of stating that you are
| with us by pulling down the “No”
{levers on each question? You who
| vou do one more patriotic deed for
your community before you pass to
the world beyond. Could you leave |
| a better inheritance to your com-
final “No” to the liquor business ?
Children and young people of
Lake township, you who have not
yet acquired the civic privilege of
voting, you may assist in this cru-
| sade by asking your parents, your
older sister, or brother, or your
neighbors to help vote your town-
ship dry. Show them that you are
really interested in this battle.
Temperance workers and we who
believe in the teachings of Christ,
let us band ourselves together in
this noble fight for the right. Let
us pray much and believe that we
God all the glory to whom it right-
fully belongs. If you wish to con-
tribute financial aid, which is much
needed in this cause, you may send |
lit to me and feel sure that it will
that |
need and |
are feeble and aged, we ask that |
munity at present than a firm and |
| be used in this cause,
| Let us take a look at the facts
| compiled by W. G. Calderwood and
| published in a Book of Temperance
Facts:
| “The number of prisoners in fed-
| eral institutions on June 30, 1935,
| (repeal) was 1,000 higher than the
| previous all time high.”
| “During the fiscal year ending
| June 30, 1935, the population of
| federal penal institutions increased
{from 12,201 to 15,417, said to be
| the largest increase of any year in
the nation’s history.”
“The total cost of crime to the
people of the United States has
been frequently reported at 15 bil-
lion dollars per year by J. Edgar
Hoover, chief of the F. B. I. Alco-
hol is responsible for a large pro-
portion of this crime.”
“Even in the cosmopolitan city
of New York, records show that
| during wet 1912 to 1916, the aver-
age number of arrests for intoxi-
cation per year was 23,404 but in
the same city during the dry years
1926 to 1930 the average arrests for
drunkenness was 12,010 — that
means a decrease in New York City
of 48.6 per cent in arrests for dunk-
enness comparing dry years with
the wet.”
Consider carefully these facts and
the challenge to you who are the
voters. Persuade your neighbor to
vote dry too.
Albert J. Crispell.
Ghastiy Parade
Editor The Post:
Stating that the ‘disfigurement
THE SENTIMENTAL SIDE
By EDITH BLEZ
constant complaint against looking
grateful I should be for the things
FOOTNOTES
By EMMONS BLAKE
When I first described Bushnell,
I called it a small town. That was
because all the town’s business was
confined to three buildings. But I
was wrong. Bushnell is really large.
It stretches far beyond where we
can see, which is considerable in
Nebraska.
The wire that leads electricity to
the world’s biggest light is small;
the spark that starts the fiercest
fire is tiny. So it is with Bushnell.
The town is just the heart of some-
thing bigger. The aircraft beacon
with its ten-mile sweep just about
covers Greater Bushnell. Farmers
up to eighteen miles distant have
plates over their auto licenses read-
ing “Bushnell.” A boy who lives
six miles from the center of town
was talking about how the beacon
flashed into his window all night
long; another from four miles the
other way spoke up. ‘Seventeen
seconds.” They laughed and nod-
ded. There was a community spirit
in these boys’ counting of the time
lapse in flashes.
Last month during harvest, itiner-
ant workers were baffled when they
were told that there was work to
be had in Bushnell, only to be di-
rected on arrival, to farms four
to fifteen miles distant. But that
difference does not seem to register
with the farmers. They sail blithely
into directions for finding a neigh-
bor, “Ten miles due west, until you
come to Bogle’s half section, then
three to the right.”
In some parts of the country,
weddings and funerals are either
private or invitational. Here, if
they are not secret, weddings, like
| funerals, are public. A car seldom
leaves Bushnell bound for a nearby
town, only half loaded; the driver
will wait until he has found others
to go along. It is not necessary
that they be friends, for if they
aren’t at the start of the trip, they
will be at the finish. It was in this
manner that I have come to know
many of the people here.
Statistics workers must have their
hands full when they try to tabu-
late anything from this district. The
“town” in the last census was 252.
But from the small town, almost
that many men and boys haye regis-
tered for the draft. Two hundred
and some boys and girls are listed
in the 4-H. And if one were to be-
lieve the figures he would find that
every family must have three cars.
I no longer start when I hear one
farmer ask another how the weath-
er is at his end of Bushnell.
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FREEDOM
The columnists and con-
tributors on this page are
allowed great latitude in
expressing their own opin-
I i0oms,
even when their
| opinions are at variance
| of our country” by billboards is one |
We of the Youth’s Temperance | of the practices which makes people |
| Council are throwing out this chal- | dislike the ‘Heartless Corporation,” | ness this disfigurement of our coun-
| Lytle Hull, well-known columnist for | try; and it is one of those practices
| small-town newspapers said in a re- | which makes
| ‘Heartless Corporation.’
| cent column:
| “All this stuf about
America First’ is the bunk—unless
you do it from the air or ‘across
country.” If you use the roads, you
| occasionally get a fleeting vista be-
{tween the sign boards, but don’t
| take advantage of it because the
| next corner is probably hidden ‘be-
hind a lovely temptress juggling a
| package of Camergold cigarettes.
| The best system is to pull into one
lof the many parking spaces pro-
| vided by the Squirma Shave Com-
pany and see your country on foot.
| This takes longer but is more rest-
| ful and educational; besides which |
[you will find a very beautiful and |
completely undiscovered landscape |
| hehind that never-ending and ghast- |
{ly parade of papered lumber.
“What disciple of sadism first in-
vented this horrible method of tor- |
ture for his féllow countrymen? |
| What spirit of evil could rouse in |
| the human breast such passion for |
gain? What perverted economist |
| ever dreamed that a hundred thou- |
sand miles of gasoline and scft drink |
exaggeration could be read and di- |
| gested at 55 miles per hour?
“The writer has just returned
from a motor trip through South
Carolina and North Carolina, Vir-
ginia and Pennsylvania. He can’t
tell you anything about the scenery
because he couldn’t see it. but he
can tell you that the ‘Battle of the
Colas’ is raging madly: that the
hotels are having a big, but expen-
sive roadside season; that every
gasoline is better than every other
gasoline and that most of our mo-
tor oils will do everything but knit
sweaters. There are salad dressings
| which make your mouth water (un-
| til you taste them). There are pills
{ which make old men young—and
vice-versa, and there are iceboxes
with skating rinks,
with those of The Post
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SERIOUS BUSINESS
“Joking aside, it's a serious busi-
dislike
It is diffi-
people
‘Seeing | cult for a poor man who owns a |
farm. or piece of land beside the
highway to resist the cash which he
j may be offered for a sign location—
{ and very often
| placed upon the property of others
| without their knowledge and con- {ens who are tugging at the leash,
I sent, and it is costly to have it re- | there are dozens who have been
these signs are
moved, sometimes requiring court
action.
“It is very sad and sordid and
makes one admire the government
every time it creates a federal park
and throws out the desecrators of
our beautiful country.”
Yours for zoning,
R.A. H.
the !
It seems to me each year I get around to writing a column about the
dullness of keeping house and I do hope I am not boring you with this
at the same four walls each day. I
know I should be glad to have four walls to look at and I realize how
I do when so many people have no
homes but it is useless to try to
comfort a fortunate person with
something she hasn't experienced.
I have come to the conclusion that
it is very silly to educate our girls
too highly if they are to become
wives and mothers!
If our girls are to marry and
keep house, why fill their heads
with careers! Don’t give me the
age-old argument that a girl never
knows what she will be forced into
and that many a girl loses her hus-
band and finds herself forced to
support herself and perhaps her
children. For the few girls who
must work after marriage, there
are hundreds who are housekeepers
and wives and mothers all their
lives. I really am not acquainted
with the statistics but I believe that
the average young woman today
ends her career as a wife and moth-
er with little or no real prepara-
tion for either one,
I know there are many girls who
enjoy keeping house but I have al-
ways felt if the truth were really
known, after a year or two of mar-
riage as it is today, the average
girl begins wishing she were back
| at the office! She begins rebelling
against the business of keeping
house, and laundry lists, and mak-
ing .the money stretch and most of
all she detests being dependent on
her husband for money for herself!
She has been educated to be free
and independent and in marriage
she discovers she cannot be inde-
pendent. She discovers, as hun-
dreds before her, that it is a man’s
world and to get along successfully
in a man’s world she must be wil-
ling to take her rightful place—
which is second!
I was talking with a young man
just this past week, a very intelli-
| gent young man, who is about thirty.
I asked him what he thought about
ja woman’s freedom after marriage.
I asked him if he would like his
wife to enjoy the same freedom he
demanded and he was very emphatic
in his answer. He insisted that a
woman could not be free, he didn’t
want his wife to enjoy too much
freedom! Certainly he loved her
and provided a good home for her
and took good care of her but her
place, he insisted, was in the home
and he did not want her to have
too many outside interests. He
had married her to help him make
a home, as a mother for his chil-
{ dren, and her place in the home was
as cook, maid and housekeeper! He
didn’t see what disadvantages she
was facing. He thought she was
very lucky! Her hours were easy,
she had plenty of time to do more
or less as she pleased during the
day and it was only natural for a
woman to be at the beck and call of
{her husband. It was her duty to
wait on him, to see that he was
comfortable, to cook good meals
and keep his home attractive with-
out too much fuss and bother. He
insisted that human nature was so
constituted that a woman's place
was rightfully in the home!
If woman's place is in the home
why are woman educated to take
their place outside the home? Why
are sO many women anxious to get
out of the home? Why are adult
classes in the public schools filled
with women, why do women be-
come such bridge fiends, why are
they forever reaching out for some-
| thing else, why are they forever
trying to broaden their horizon?
| For the few women who are con-
| tented keeping house there are doz-
{ trained to be self-supporting and if
[I can judge from what I see, the
' next generation will be even worse!
| We are educating our girls along
the wrong lines and it is our fault
if we are rearing a generation of
girls who think of keeping house
i as something which one does in her
i spare time!
Writlen as a Processional Hymn
the Canterbury Diocesan Choral
in Exodus “Speak unto the children of Israel that they go forward .
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Steps and voices joined;
Seek the things before us,
Not a look behind.
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By our Captain led?
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