ey "SECOND THOUGHTS By javie aiche ism; these, for the sake of the public i ; United Nations. lie Here's a pip culled from Wednes- day’s Record. It was uttered by a 3 patrioteer whose only contribution to the war history of America is his murder of the King’s English. Talk- ing on the subject of indifference he said: “We are too much like the hero of ‘The Legend of Sleepy Hol- low’. ” You and I know that the hero of the Washington Irving class- ic wasn’t indifferent at all. He ~ wanted the girl; the schoolmaster was in his way; he got rid of the schoolmaster, ingloriously but fin- ally. What the speaker had in mind, of course, was that other story by Washington Irving, simply named after its delightfully worthless chief ~ character, Rip Van Winkle. But, should men who profess to guidance of the people carry such ignorance into the public halls, churches and ~ schoolrooms? If we stand for that, there you have indifference indeed. Another patrioteer, quoted in the amazing Times-Leader-News, proud- ly declared for all and sundry to hear: “We have struck our colors. We are prepared to meet the foe.” Once again you and I know that if we ever meet the foe after we have “struck our colors” it will be to ar- range the terms of our surrender. 1 suppose all the misinformation, miscalculation and misappropriation of motives can be charged against the one great sin of every democ- racy—lost motion. Some very sin- .war, and it is not surprising that at a recent meeting of “best minds” there was serious contemplation of using the anthracite mines for air- raid shelters. Not considering, of course, that getting thousands of persons into the mines in an emer- gency would be comparable only to the gargantuan task of getting them K out in the event that only one bomb landed at the base of the ventilation system, commonly known as the 3 an-house. There's been a lot more damphoo- lishness, such as preparing against parachute troops. What would they want here? We haven't a munition ~ plant worthy of the name and if our anthracite mines were captured or destroyed the fuel they produce would be replaced in no time. Why do you suppose they're opening pipe lines, and why the broad violation of the health laws by blanket per- mission to the railroads to burn bi- i coal while making all their revenue out of the hard va- riety ? Find out where eighty-seven thousand Luzerne Countyites have ~ moved. There, if anywhere, you : need invasion guards. There ought to be a clearing house, for schemes, for speeches, for general intelligence. There are in Luzerne County several men who know the war backward and for- ward, all that it means, but par- ticularly most of what it cannot do. Those men could be used, at least as guides to the ignorant who are try- ing to tell all about something of which their knowledge is exactly nil. "And there ought to be change from the wholly nefarious accusa- tion that you and I and the rest of us are apathetic about this conflict. The fact is: we have it so much on our minds that we are obfuscated in our desires and confused in our designs. How in hell can you forget ‘something that forbids you to pur- chase the things you need and makes you pay through the nose for what you can’t get along with- out? P. S.: Did you ever compute, against the once verdant and agri- cultural Luzerne County, what King Coal has cost us in destroyed com- ‘munities, upset economies, caves and abandonments? And what the absentee landlords left us as a mon- ument to their Moloch greed? All right, then; now who do you sup- pose is supporting the miners and laborers whose average wage during the year ranges between eight and ten dollars a week? You are, in taxes paid to support the Depart- ment of Public Assistance. Anthra- cite, so much considered an asset Addle-pated addresses on apathy, pusillanimous appeals on patriot- suggestion that they might be censored would be utterly silly, because there are more people who know how to win the war, and want to tell others about it, than there are soldiers in the present armies of the cere persons get all het up about a | ntelligence, ought to be halted. The THE LOW DOWN FROM HICKORY GROVE We sure been hearing plenty about Morale. Ev- erybody that bobs up with a new idea or new scheme, and edges in onto Uncle Samuel's pay roll, says it is for Morale. How we have got along so far | without experts on mor- | ale, is hard to savvy. And Mr. George Washington, how he ever got up the courage to cross the Dela- ware without the help of a psychologist, or a toe-dan- cer, or a poet, to bolster him, is also a big question. Today you can hardly turn around without trampling on a Govt. up- lifter of some stripe. It is getting tougher and tougher to find a place to park, with E-cars at every curb. But when all is said and done, maybe some good will come from it. If a-toe- dancer can make Congress show its teeth, even just a little, versus being do- cile, then I guess it is money well spent. Yours with the low down, JO SERRA & = print articles from camp newspapers sent us from time to time by you fellows who are reading this col- umn. Mark the stuff you like and shoot it along. The Outpost here- with quotes excerpts from a recent edition of the Pine Camp (N. Y.) News where Staff Sergeant Joseph Sidorek of Dallas Township is stationed. The Pine Log The feeling that family and com- munity life is being mantained on a high level can do much for the morale of the men in the armed forces, says a group of drafted col- lege students. When the 200 children who at- tended the Camp Grant Christmas party at the Service Club, greeted Santa Claus, alias Capt. Arthur Mealiff, they were astonished to find his reindeer had fallen to mod- ern methods. He arrived in a Jeep! What Not To Do In Case Of : An Air Raid 1. As soon as the bombs start dropping, run like hell. (It doesn’t matter where, as long as you run like hell). a. Wear track shoes if possible. If the people in front of you are slow, you won't have any trouble stepping over them. i 2. Take advantage of opportun- ities afforded you when air raid sirens sound the warning of at- tack, for example: a. If in a bakery, grab some pie or cake, etc. oy b. If in a tavern, grab a few beers. 4 c. If in a movie or taxi, grab a blonde. 3. If you find an unexploded bomb, always pick it up and shake it like hell. (Maybe the firing pin is stuck). If that doesn’t work, heave it in the furnace. (The Fire Department will come later and take care of things). 4. If an incendiary bomb is found burning in a building, throw gaso- line on it. (You can’t put it out that other industries were kept out to avoid competition for labor, has become a liability. You couldn’t even give it to the Indians. RIA IT AES anyhow, you might just as well have a little fun). a. If no gasoline is available, throw a bucket of water on it and lie down—you're dead. i.e., The properties of the bomb free the hydrogen from the water causing rather rapid combustion. (In fact, it will explode with a Hel- luva crash!!!). 5. Always get excited and holler bloody murder. (It will add to the fun and confusion and scare hell outa the kids). 6. Drink heavily, eat onions, lim- burger cheese, etc., before entering a From Camp Forrest Station Hospital, Camp Forrest, Tenn., Feb. 19, 1942 Editor The Post: Today I received a very pleasant surprise: an edition of the Dallas Post. Reading the items I noticed the one “You Bet It Does”. I do not know who turned my name in but I am most grateful. I wonder sir, if you really realize how much your thoughtful act means to one who is away from home and friends. Tonight as I read the Post, I mo- mentarily forgot Camp Forrest be- coming interested in the social ar- ticles concerning the surrounding communities, the opinions of the people and the knowledge you con- veyed that our friends at home are with us in the fight to win this war and peace. You all may not be enlisted but your kind thoughts and deeds are certainly appreciated by the enlisted men. No soldier is prouder than the one who can talk about what his friends at home are doing to help in this national crisis. The mental rest derived from reading the home news is most ben- eficial, thus may I thank you for my copy of the Post. Sincerely, Ellen Piatt, R. N. Who Fought Cock Robin? Dear Editor: In reply to Frank Jackson's let- ter on birds in last week’s Post, I have a little story on a robin that lived outside our window this sum- mer. This robin repeatedly flew against a second-story window pane of the office storage room, apparently en- deavoring to obtain something he saw inside. This continued for near- ly a week when it was decided to raise the lower sash (wide open) and watch for results. However, with the window open nothing more hap- pened. The robin did not attempt to enter the room, merely alighting on the sill at times. The window was again closed and at once the at- tacks began more in earnest than ever. It became quite evident that he was fighting his own image which appeared in the glass each time he came to the window sill. His persistance for several days more in this hopeless attack aroused further curiosity, and more investi- gating disclosed a nest perched on top of one of the shutters at the window—this discovery solved the mystery. crowded air raid shelter. (It will people next to you, eliminat- ing any unnecessary discomfort that would be more prevalent if people crowded too closely). 7. If you should be the victim of a direct bomb hit, don’t go to pieces. (Lie still and you won’t be noticed). 8. Knock the air raid wardens seats for themselves friends, anyway). make you very unpopular with the down if they start to tell you what to do. (They always save the best and their | The whole window was then cov- { ered with building paper and all | was. serene ever after. There were no more attacks, no more fights, no more noise—everything quiet, with plenty of time for songs and worms for his mate doing duty on the nest. It appears that frequently as the robin brought in a beak full of worms, or other juicy morsels, he alighted on the window sill for a slight rest and there in the glass invariably saw another “cock” rob- in with a like bunch of food; and “THE OUTPOST | SAFETY pA Outpost will be glad = VALVE each time he flew up to his mate on the nest the other robin did the same. Now, wouldn’t that make any self-respecting man want to fight? Edger Stem, Alderson, Pa. “More than a newspaper, a community institution” THE DALLAS POST ESTABLISHED 1889 A non-partisan liberal progressive newspaper pub- lished every Friday morning at its plant on Lehman Ave- nue, Dallas, Penna., by the Dallas Post. 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 5c 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; Trucks- ville, Leonard’s Store; Huntsville, Frantz Fairlawn Store; Idetown: Cave’s Cash Store. Editor and Publisher HOWARD W. RISLEY Associate Editor MYRA ZEISER RISLEY Contributing Editor JOHN V. HEFFERNAN Advertising Department JOSEPH ELICKER HARRY LEE SMITH rr — Re FREEDOM The columnists and con- tributers on this page are allowed great latitude in expressing their own opin- ons, even when their opinions are at variance with those of The Post. — a THE FIRST NATIONAL . DALLAS, PENNA. MEMBERS AMERICAN BANKERS’ ASSOCIATION DIRECTORS R. L. Brickel, C. A. Frantz, W. B Jeter, Sterling Machell, W. R. Neely, Clifford Space, A. C. Devens, Herbert Hill. OFFICERS C. A. Frantz, President Sterling Machell, Vice-President W. R. Neely, Vice-President W. B. Jeter, Cashier F. J. Eck, Assistant Cashier Vault Boxes For Rent. No account too small to secure careful attention. kd BOOK ~ REVIEW LINCOLN: His Life in Photo- graphs by Stefan Lorant. Duell, Sloan & Pearce, Inc. $3.00. Reviewed by Diane B. Bryan Today with our nation at war again, everyone recalls our strug- gles in the past. They recall the great battles, the losses and the victories, and the heroes. One of our greatest battles was one in which only we ourselves took part: the Civil War. The greatest and most famous hero of that day was Abraham Lincoln. It is about this dynamic personality that Stefan Lorant has compiled a biography principally composed of photographs called, Lincoln: His Life in Photo- graphs. Everyone of us has practically the same conception of the life and death of Abraham Lincoln. This book, however, places a new slant ‘on Lincoln, the man and Lincoln, the President. It is vividly enhanced by the dramatic sequences of pic- tures. In this book are 400 pictures, of which over 100 are of Lincoln him- self. Many of these were never known to exist. All the portraits in this book lend force to the biog- raphy. The place where Lincoln was born, his subsequent homes, his friends and political enemies, his generals, his Cabinet officers, and his family are all portrayed. The hanging of the conspirators to Lin- coln’s assassination is also included in this array of startling photo- graphs. Throughout the book are inter- sphersed the interesting story of his life; a part of the dairy of John Wilkes Booth, the assassin; and, photostats of important documents and letters, including one or two love notes, by Lincoln. One of the most awe inspiring | and shocking photos in the book is that of the Battlefield of Gettysburg | at Sunrise on July 4th, 1863. It was i this picture that inspired the Pres- | ident’s famous Gettysburg Address. Included in the book is one of ' the most modest statements made | by a man of Lincoln's calibre. When | requested to write an autobiogra- phy, Lincoln did so after much co- ercion. It was three pages long, written simply and concisely, with not the slightest bit of self-praise. All the documents in the book and the series of pictures add to the veality of the biography. The facts are breath taking and exciting. His- tory is so vividly disclosed that you feel an almost intimate bond be- tween you and the past. Also contained in this original and valuable production are a complete bibliography of Lincoln’s pictures; a yearly account of his life; and, the first chonological dating of his photographs. The author’s note closes with this statement: “I have tried everywhere to give the exact facts about the portraits, though sometimes the obscurity was so dense that I could not penetrate it. Dl only a beginning. The beginning of an exact history of all the Lincoln photographs, And I hope that Lin- coln students will finish the work. Although it is considered only as a beginning by the author, it still is one of the most revealing books on 1 look upon this book therefore as ‘THE SENTIMENTAL SIDE By EDITH BLEZ It was February 9 ~ FOOTNOTES By Dale Warmouth I~ Going into Clarence Elston’s house at Huntsville requires running the blockade of a pair of gentle, harm- less, yet, oh, so ferocious, geese. They set up a terrific noise with many a honk and hiss. They stick out their long snaky necks and sound off a burglar alarm far more accurate, more trustworthy, and much louder than a watch dog. You take your electric eye system, Ill take geese. Then they haste to the attack. No Stuka ever bore down on a quaking victim in more deadly man- ner. Like a rattler they give warn- ing, but that is all. The gander leads the attack. He slings his body even lower on his already low chassis. He rides into battle in his least vulnerable form. He sticks his neck forward, arched and prickly and quivering. His jaws are wide apart and exude fearful hissing noises. And the jaws seek out the fleeing heels of the frightened visi- tor. Usually someone is awaiting the jpoos unfortunate at the door. “I heard you come in,” is the ordinary | greeting. Heard whom ? I don’t mind a couple of geese, though. They merely make me lone- some. They remind me of the days when we had a flock of 15 geese. When Mrs. Elston comes to my res- cue she finds me chasing them or placidly letting them chew my shoe- laces. I caught one of them once and “Goosy” didn t'like it. She sat in my arms with a goose pout on and shivered with fear while her gander wandered about honking and scolding. Not even the most influ- ential petting would calm her shat- tered soul. Upon release she and her husband sassily honked me a razzberry. “Sassily’’ and ‘‘razzberry”’ here express the meaning of the sentence far better than any or- thodox spelling. A goose differs as much from his fellow-goose as ‘does a man from his fellow-man. That's the main thing we learned about geese when we raised ’em. We also learned that the fearfulness shown by a gander is just so much ‘“malarky”. I truly believe that a goose is as true a companion as a horse or a dog. It’s strangers that a goose is poison on, but a goose is more noise than pinch, His honk is worse than his bite. When we raised our 15 it was “us kids’ ”’ project. We raised them from little greenish, squeaky, soft- bodied babies to fat, noisy, waddly geese. We found that a goose is very cheap to feed so we took up geese. All they require is plenty of green stuff all day long. They developed a love for dandelion leaves, the big luxurious kind that sometimes grow eighteen inches long. We didn't mind that. It didn’t take 15 minutes to get a basket full. But it was a continuous job. At first our babies had a little geese and all, when the ground be- come picked clean. It is amazing how rapidly they outgrew it. I was assigned to make another. The new yard showed signs of collapse im- mediately after erection, so the geese went free soon after. One by one we named them all as ‘soon ‘as their characteristics showed. One had exceptionally large feet, and we named her Gar- bo. A few were named after school friends. One we called Baby Dump- ling—imagine! Only one was never named; it passed away too soon. A more serious looking bird can- not be found. As they waddle along with an unsmiling face they seem to do the deepest of thinking. They have the hands-behind-the-back look of a sage philosopher. group they carry on round table discussions. They stop only to eat or try to eat something. They will chew a piece of canvas or a shoe or anything at all. This chewing habit is a bad one. Washings suf- fer, and so.do sleeping cats. One day the whole flock got into the garage and chewed up 10 boxes of choice pepper plants. It was the geese that almost suffered them. The geese grew to like us; they would honk for joy when they saw the school bus stop a quarter of a mile away. They would follow us all over the farm gabbling contentedly and wabbling almost in unison. We really hated to sell them, but win- ter was coming and there was no place to keep them. Crate by crate they went down to Pennsylvania avenue. We sold a few to a friend who loved geese as we did. As Speed Elston says about their two geese, “I don’t think I could eat them now.” Neither could we. Once before when we had geese we tried it, but they don’t taste right. Like all of our pets we can re- member a lot of anecdotes about the geese. One I have found written down: Our flogk had meandered out playing. so we gave them a music test. “Gave geese music test. They liked violin and electric guitar music. Clarinet music mildly inter- ested them. They were indifferent to the Hoosier Hotshots and ran away the life of the Great Emancipator. from a soprano.” I can still see them pen that could be dragged about, In a to the front porch. The radio was | when the alarm went off! I didn’t know it was February 9 at the time but for your information it was the morning of February 9, in the year 1942. The alarm went off and I awakened with an unusual start! Wht had happened? It wasn’t time to get up. It was still dark. The alarm wasn’t in the habit of going off before there was at least a streak of light in the sky. There wasn’t even a suggestion of daylight! What was this? A trick of some sort? Had something happened to the clock? Who had wakened us up in the middle of the night? The street lights were still on. Why had that alarm gone off ? Were we going somewhere- Were we go- ing to catch a train? Was it sum- mer time? Could we be going on a picnic or something? Had we com- pletely forgotten something we had planned the night before? What were we doing up in the middle of the night? There was somethin very very wrong! : There was certainly a lot of traf fic moving up the Pike for the mid- dle of the night. The traffic seemed to be all going one way. Where were all the machines going at this time of the night? There were lights in the house across the street and people seemed to be moving around. Had something happened? Had something terrible happened ? What was going on anyhow ? Where was the daylight? Where were my clothes? I didn’t like get- ting dressed in the dark but I couldn’t see what was going on out-, side if I turned the light on. The traffic seemed to be getting worse (and worse on the Pike. What had happened to the shoes I had taken off the night before? After this I would put my shoes under the bed and not in the closet! Why was I the only one in the house who was awake? Someone was walking down the path next door. I could hear the car start- ing. Something really must have happened! Where were they going in the middle of the night? Maybe I should turn on the radio? The family would think I was out of my mind and I would have to do a lot of explaining, The lights- were still on next door, as a matter of fact they were on in several houses. I could hear footsteps along the street. One-girl was running! The dog next door was barking. What was he doing out in the middle of the night? There was something wrapping itself around my legs. The cat! Why was the cat hungry at this time of the night? Had everybody suddenly gone crazy ? Should I raise the window and ask some of the people passing what the trouble was? The whole neighborhood seemed to be awake and I couldn’t even find my clothes. I must get downstairs—maybe the operator would know what had hap- pene. ni © As“ ‘I" practically fell down: the stairs in the dark—from somewhere came a flash! “You darned fool this is the first day of War Saving time!” Must I tell you how I felt? Health Topics By F. B. Schooley, M. D. Undulant Fever (Brucellosis) is an infectious disease found in various animals and transmitted to human beings. The most important sources of the disease are cattle, goats and hogs. It is transmitted to man, sec- ondarily through the ingestion of dairy products and uncooked meats of infected animals. Infection i through abrasions of the skin has occurred in farmers, butchers, meat , packers and dairy workers. The or- ganisms of undulant fever are found in the blood, urine and stools of in- fected animals and in human car- riers. The ingestion of liver and sausage is the most frequent source of meat infection. Drinking water may become contaminated. Rats may carry the infection to man. Undulant fever causes abortion in animals. In acute cases in human beings, it is characterized by chills, fever, sweats, headaches, backache, weakness, muscular pains, joint ‘pains and loss of weight. In many cases the course of the disease is mild and prolonged, extending over months or years. It occurs princip- ally during the summer. The onset is gradual and the incubation is about two weeks. It attacks all ages and both sexes. It is more common in males and in early adult and middle life. Diagnosis is completely established only by laboratory tests. These tests are the blood serum ag- glutination test, the skin test and the cultivation and identification of the organism. The disease is widespread in the United States and is on the increase. Cases have been reported from every state. It is endemic in Europe, Asia, Africa, South America and the West Indies. Testing, segregating and dis- posing of infected animals is neces- sary to control the disease. Human carriers should not be permitted to destroys the organisms. Butter and cheese made from infected milk is dangerous. Hog meats should be well cooked, particularly liver and sausages. The immediate disinfec- tion of wounds inflicted while hand- ling possible infected stock is neces- sary. Human carriers should be kept under control until free from the disease. with their heads cocked to one side—silent for once. We thought we knew a lot about geese, but the blow fell when we Greta Garbo was a gander. handle food. Pasteurization of milk - were informed by a real expert that a Ax rr g—————— Wr RS
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