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purely local sense, it is too bad that
miss the report on six thousand?
jobs available at American Car &
Foundry plant in Berwick.
No particular harm was done by
the London scoop. Nor yet was
there any serious effect from the
blacking-out of information in
America on the route to be taken
by a road across Canada into
Alaska, reported without stint by
the publications across the border.
Th false story about the jobs at
Berwick was what raised hob.
For five days following the scare-
head revelations that Wyoming and
ackawanna valleys were to be
lled upon to supply six thousand
men for war-plant jobs it was next
to impossible to drive past any cor-
ner between West Pittston and
~ Shickshinny without having job-
seekers flagging you down and beg-
ging you for a lift to the home town
of American. Car & Foundry. So,
with a couple of the would-be work-
ers your correspondent went down
here.
And what was officially stated
2 ‘was that there was not a scintilla of
truth in the published story of
pis work proffered for the six thous-
ands. At the very outside, said one
official, it is improbable that the
rwick plant will engage more
than a couple hundred extra hands
in the months prior to next winter.
d more than three hundred Ber-
‘wick applicants are awaiting open-
ing of what jobs are to be filled.
The likely cause of the report was
the scouting around for means of
transportation for several hundred
persons who retain homes in Lack-
awanna and Wyoming Valleys
‘while traveling to and from Berwick,
‘all of them being faced by dire dif-
ficulty when comes the time that
their tires no longer are serviceable
and no replacements are to be had.
The hundreds who got jobs, in op-
position to the requirement of
erican Car & Foundry that its
orkers reside in or near Berwick,
vere sponsored by various groups
politically influential persons.
Some groups of them have gotten
together to purchase busses which
are expected to be provisioned with
essary rubber. Others of them
aw the feasibility of having Lacka-
wanna Railroad reinstitute the train
service it abandoned some time ago.
From this meager basis there was
expanded the report that Berwick
was about to double: employment
ords at the big foundry. How-
; ver, if any of the newspapers pub-
lishing the report had taken trouble
5 get the facts from A. C. & F. of-
als there would have been wide
ving of embarrassment to all con-
cerned.
It was in the process of getting to
he bottom of the Berwick report
‘that your scribe came into knowl-
edge of a Pearl Harbor victim whose
story will not be told in press dis-
patches. He is Eddie Secora, a res-
ident of Muhlenberg. Just as young
Lockhard of Williamsport detected
by radio interceptor the flight of
a
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If there was excitement over the London Daily Mail's exclusive report
on the American Armada in the South Pacific you put it down to the
wounded regard for censorship in the minds of most United States edi-
tors. They missed the boats, a whole flock of them. But, speaking in a
the press of Wyoming Valley didn’t
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THE LOW DOWN FROM
HICKORY GROVE
Uncle Sambo is a great
guy. As a warrior he has
never been licked — and
won't be licked—but ex-
pecting him to be as super
at every other kind of
job, is expecting too
much. I don’t crave to see
the day when we depend
upon him to do every-
thing, and we just take a
back seat—and lean.
The Old Boy don’t have
time to mess into business
or farming, etc, He is
more or less busy runnin’
the Army and the Navy
and the Marines, at which
he is champion. But tak-
ing time out to run the
banks, the railroads, or
the barber shops, etc., is
spreading him out too
thin.
If it ever comes to the
time when we have a
Govt. barber shop, I'm
fearful that I'm going to
be even less of a treat for
the girls to look at, than
I am now.
We are fighting social-
ism in Germany, ham-
mer and tongs, but our
back door here at home
has a socialist’s foot in it.
You take TVA and St.
Lawrence Waterway, and
a dozen others, they are
100 per. cent socialistic.
Barber shops are maybe
just around the corner.
Yours with the low down,
JO SERRA.
a
most modern types
the Japanese off Honolulu, so did
young Secora learn of the enemy
in more intimate contact.
The Muhlenberg boy was patrol-
ling the deck of a warship anchored
in Pearl Harbor when he saw the
first attacking planes come into
view. He naturally mistook them for
American craft. When he saw the
first bombs hurtling downward he
took for granted that they were
practice missiles. But, when they
started to explode he knew differ-
ent. As fast as he could spread the
alarm young Eddie Secora ran about
ship. Thanks to him, the entire per-
sonnel of his ship was gotten
ashore.
And then young Secora collapsed,
a victim of shell-shock, Few of war’s
casualties are more pitiful than
those whose nervous systems have
been disrupted by the horrible im-
pact on the senses of the mighty
shells and bombs. One with whom
we are familiar out in the Poconos
hasn’t lived a normal moment since
the Autumn of 1917. He is a victim
of the first World War.
Young Eddie Secora came back
to his Muhlenberg home to seek
recovery in peace from the first im-
pact of modern war. Every night he
lives over again the attack on Pearl
Harbor. By day he is a man apart
from family and friends, silent,
morose, lost among the living and
living among the lost.
Millions of people
emergencies. Here you
You Need Not
will be paying an in-
come tax for the first time on March 15th; and
many will not have provided for it.
The Personal Loan Department of The
First National Bank makes loans for such
can borrow and repay
in convenient monthly installments.
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"THE SAFETY VALVE—By Post Readers
Learning In The Army
Editor The Post:
I have been very fortunate in be-
ing placed at the Easton Armory.
My post is at the Lehigh Water
Company, one of the largest reser-
voirs in this section and one of the
of filtering
plants in the country.
Beside having the water company
to study, there is the old “Serpen-
tine Quarry,” 100 yards up the road
on Route 611 to Scranton. I would
not have known this if it had not
been for a college professor who is
studying rock formations and types
of stones. He gathered several
samples and explained them to me.
They were mica from which isin-
glass is made. He then showed me
samples of soft white wood and
traced the development of the
wood through petrification to rock
or mica. Then she showed me a
green stone from which they make
inlaid floors. The floors are polished
until they look like linoleum. This
is the serpentine rock for which the
quarry was named.
They are now grinding a grey stone
into dust for the government. It is
made into paint and also used in the
process of making soap and rubber.
This is the only known quarry of
its kind and to think that I have
only lived 60 miles away from it
and never seen it before. It seems
I had to get in the army to find
these interesting things by accident.
I hope some will gain by my ex-
perience.
Your friend,
Pvt. Alexander McCulloch,
U. S. Army, Easton, Pa.
We've Got A Job To Do
Editor The Post:
You've heard that song, ‘Deep
in the heart of Texas,” well, that’s
‘things in order. It really is amaz-
just where I am now. I'm stationed
at Camp Barkeley, Texas, ten miles
south of Abilene.
Got up at four Thursday morning,
had breakfast, packed what was left
for packing and then we started
out. , Left Fort Sill at eight that
morning in a truck convoy. We had
fifty-six trucks and trailers in all
and they spread out over two miles.
Just about twenty miles past Wichi-
ta Falls, they had our field kitchen
set up and we had a hot meal. Leav-
ing there at one we arrived at our
destination at seven o'clock that
evening. The trip was 264 miles and
we made it in eleven hours.
Camp Barkeley had things all
ready for us, tents and bunks were
up. They had a hot supper waiting
and all we had to do was unpack
our equipment. This was a big job
for it had to be done right away.
The trucking company that moved
us had to pull out for another
camp in the morning. Well we all
pitched in and had the job done
within two hours. Let me tell you
every man was ready for bed after
that day was over.
The next morning we got up at
seven-thirty and started getting
ing how smooth things run when
every man works to get a job done
fast. Of course, you must remember
most of our boys are from good old
Pennsylvania, and they are the best
there is. We sure rub it into these
boys out here, too, and don’t you
think we don’t.
When it comes to moving closer
“More than a newspaper,
a community institution”
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ESTABLISHED 1889
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Subscriptions, $2 a year, payable
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Single copies, at a rate of 5c
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to those Japs we're right there and
the sooner the better. The way
things are going we all want to get
over there and get it over with. We
all know while we're here in the
States we can do nothing. This war
must be won by going over after
them. We know that here in the
Army and the people should realize
it at home.
Went into Abilene last night and
it certainly is a nice town. They
treat us boys grand down here.
Guess it’s because Camp Barkeley is
a new camp. At Fort Sill it was an
old thing to see soldiers in town.
Must close now for it's time for
“lights out” and I'm a little tired.
You fellows see that we get the
supplies out there and we'll show
you how we can use them. “Keep
Them Flying.”
It's really a grand thing having
The Dallas Post sent to the men
and women in the service. I've been
in over a year now and I wait each
week for my copy. You will change
my address so that I get it on time,
won’t you? Don’t mind my writing
for it’s pretty hard to write with
nothing but your legs for a table.
As Ever,
Pvt. Alan Kistler,
Camp Barkeley, Texas.
A swell boy if there ever was
one. And we've a personal right to
be proud, for he was the first from
The Dallas Post to join up. He did
not wait for his draft number to
turn up, but with his brothers vol-
unteered to go with one of the first
contingents from his Draft Board—
Editor).
Lines On A Postcard
Editor:
Words could hardly express how
over-joyed I was yesterday when I
received your February 27, Dallas
Post. ;
When a fellow is far away it sure
is good to read about th¢ activities
and events which take jlace back
home. s
I am attending the Air Corps
Radio Technical School, expecting
to graduate in the near future.
Yes, I read every word of The
Post and cannot over emphasize my
: thanks to you.
Pvt. Glen L. Kessler,
Scott Field, Ill.
From Sunny Hawaii
Dear Editor:
Just a few lines to say, “hello”
tand let you know that we boys in
along fine. I would like to have you
put this in The Post for all of those
who think of us once in a while.
Dear Friends: ;
Here are a few lines to say,
“hello” and ask how you all are.
We want to let you know that we
boys in Hawaii are all right and do-
ing our very best, and we are very
glad to hear that you all are behind
us 100%. With you back of us we
feel a whole lot stronger and will be
stronger, and will come out of this
with high flying colors.
We close hoping you are all well
and send our love and good wishes.
The Boys in Hawaii, sent by,
P. F. C. Gilbert F. Hughey,
Schofield Barracks,
Territory of Hawaii.
From Down South
Dear Sirs:
I am one of the soldiers away
from home who looks forward each
week to the day when the postman
brings him his copy of The Dallas
Post. I know that I am repeating
what other boys have already told
you about your paper, or maybe I
should say, our paper, as that is
what it really is, since it is a com-
munity paper and sort of belongs to
the whole community.
It makes a fellow feel good to re-
ceive his home town paper and be
able to read about his friends who
are not with him. It makes a fellow
happy to realize that there are
people back there thinking of him
and waiting for him to come back.
The time away from home goes
slow and I want you to know that
I am another one that looks for-
ward to my copy of The Post each
Monday.
Sgt Walter L. Darrow,
Signal Corps,
Fort Jackson, S. C.
Sent By Air Mail
Dear Editor:
I was surprised and thankful to
receive your Dallas Post. I was a
regular reader before enlisting in
the U. S. Air Corps, and I thought
that would be the last IT would see
it for a long time.
I could hardly believe that it was
actually The Dallas Post when the
mailman handed it to me, especially
out here in Washington.
I sure enjoy reading about all my
friends and the people I know back
home.
I want to express to you my ap-
preciation and thanks for sending it
to us boys in the service. It makes
me feel that you are doing your
part in the crisis that now exists.
Thanking you again, I remain,
Pvt. Elwood E. Martin,
McChord Field, Washington.
(Additional Safety Valve on Page 7)
Hawaii are all right and getting,
TIMENTAL SI
By EDITH BLEZ
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until I spent a little time in one of
~ FOOTNOTES
. By Dale Warmouth
If you've a name that’s long or
hard to remember, if you've ever
done anything
you have a prominent feature,
physical or mental, it is two to one
that you have a nickname. Saying
nicknames, like talking slang, is a
well known method of escape from
this whacky world. To have a
nickname is to be sure that you
have friends, to say the least, since
it means that someone is noticing
you. But if you're nickname does
you dirt, as the saying goes, be-
ware! Your enemies are watching
you more closely. :
Footnotes has long made a study
of nicknames; we didn’t learn any-
thing constructively, but we did de-
velop quite a collection. To begin
with, we believe they are not $ome-
thing to hide, excepted Jack the
Ripper, Stinky, Sis, and the like.
We believe they are something to
be proud of and a mark of dis-
tinction.
Nicknames come about in many
ways, as we pointed out in the first
paragraph. When you have been
tagged with a name like Edence
yearyilo, (This is our favorite name;
we hope to have a dog by this title
when we learn to pronounce it) or
even mild ones like Gwilym, Mont-
gomery, or Simpson, the chances
are that you will be called Butch,
Bill, Monty, and Simp, respectively.
If you are slow and easy going,
you will be known as Flash or
Speed. If you are small, you may
take your pick from Shorty, Shrimp,
Peanuts and Squirt. Pull a boner
and your friends will give you a
nickname that will forever remind
you of it.
The ethics of giving a nickname
are as follows: It must fit the per-
son as much as possible. It must be
easy to say and remember. It must
be short. This last rule is probably
broken more than any of the
others, although the first is quite
often disregarded. To it the after-
thought “or as nearly unlike him
as possible” might be added. For
instance, the namiag of Your Foot-
noter “Cyclone” wiren a milder, less
breezy guy is hard to find. Before
that Your Footnoter was known as
Walloping Warmouth. Take, too,
the nicknaming of our bosom pal
“Speed”. Cyclone, by the bye, has
been varied with Cyanide, Cypress,
and Cyclops. The one that stuck for
good was just, plain Cy.
Some nicknames became famous,
Uncle Sam, Buffalo Bill, Deadwood
Dick, John. Bull, and Calamity Jane
are some of the best known. But
the real beauties in the Art of Nick-
namery appear right in your home
town.
One of the most famous of local
names is that of Bill “Sneezy” Sny-
der, Claude street, Dallas. In Dallas
Township High School his name ap-
pears on almost half the desks, on
his football suit, in the numerous
pieces of equipment in the Audi-
torium, where he wiled away the
minutes during play practice by en-
graving his name in six inch letters.
The story goes that he said if he
ever became famous he wanted his
name where people could see it.
In Dallas Township High School,
you can find Jeff “Irish” “Tumor”
Redington, Harry “Beano” Snyder,
who once wanted to be called “Bub-
bles”, Carl “Butch” Garinger, and
Warren “Curly” Stanton. There are
Le Roy ‘Peter Rabbitt” Roberts,
sometimes known as ‘Pierre’ or
“Pierrot”, and Bill Phillips, who in
typing class missed the I and hit
the U, making his name Bull,. which
he has been called ever since. Girls
are not exempt, either. There's Ruth
“Footy” Neyhard, Marilla “Zip Mae”
Martin, Margaret “Muggs” Brace,
Helen “Plumey” (pronounced Plum-
my) Lumley. Then George “Dodie”
Bittenbender has been known as
“Dodie” and “Do” all his life, which
makes George his nickname, By co-
incidence, we have Audrey ‘‘Moe”
Morris and Michael “Moe” Sedler.
Not included are a few coined ones
such as Residue, Filtrate, Bunsen
and Barney, which were used a few
days and promptly forgotten.
Among the more common nick-
names are the abbreviated ones.
Here lies real convenience and
thrift. Think of all the shorts there
are: Bob, Jim, Joe, Doty, Betty,
and Pat. Easy to say, short to write,
they are a boon to hurried people,
and an asset to National Defense.
Imagine how much paper we could
save by using them in their short
form in the millions of times that
they will be written during the
emergency.
If you have a good nickname up
your sleeve, let Footnotes know
about it—just for fun.
Ah, joy! Oh, happy day! Do you
remember the goose that chew our
shoe laces? Well, Mrs. Goose has
laid an egg! Two eggs! She was
seen inspecting the wood-pile, And
now there are two big white eggs.
When there are a bunch of little
goslings we hope that one will be
extraordinary, if
called FOOTNOTES.
| the week-end!
You might have heard before this that the American Army of 1942 is
above all things an intelligent army. I never thought very much about
the intelligence of this army being trained in camps all over the country,
the local recreation centers for sol-
diers. As soon as I began working with the boys I was struck immediately
by their intelligence and their gen-
eral knowledge. It isn’t just their
enthusiasm for the war which is so
amazing, it is their eagerness, their
brightness. It speaks well for our
systems of education that the aver-
age boy in the army is mentally
alert. :
It is amazing what books they ask
for the in the library and their con-
versation is certainly far from bor-
ing. They all have something to
talk about. Remember, these are
just average boys not the officers,
not the college men, just the aver-
age high school graduates from
towns like yours and. mine, just
American school boys.
I notice, too, the boys from the
West and the Middle West have a
particular enthusiasm all their own.
I have talked with boys from Wash-
ington, Oregon, Idaho, Minnesota,
Oklahoma and Wisconsin and I have
been deeply impressed. They love to
talk and they don’t think it is a
joke at all that one can hear the
corn grow in Kansas. They go into
great detail about corn growing and
they know just how tall the corn
was in last year's crop! They know
what the temperature has been for
the past five years and they love to
tell you about “Mott, the town that
God forgot.” They defy anyone to
tell them that the West isn’t the
best part of this country.
I talked with a boy from Knox-
ville, Tenn. He was bashful and I
don’t think he had enjoyed some
of the privileges the other boys took
for granted. He had never been far
from home until he joined the
Army. He wanted to see Atlantic
City because he had heard so much
about it. He had never seen the
ocean. When I suggested that At-
lantic City wasn't far away, he said
he guessed he wouldn't get there,
because he didn’t like to get very
far away from camp. I suppose it
was just a hangover from his life
at home. He was just a home boy,
and camp was home, and he wasn’t
taking any chances on getting too
far away.
There was a boy from Michigan
who was having a fine time, Some-
one had left a typewriter in the
library and before he had time to
wonder whether he would be per-
mitted to use it he had written ten
letters. He had the time of his
life. When I told him where he
could buy stamps he said he never
had to buy stamps, his mother kept
him supplied. He had the brightest
face, and when he had finished writ-
ing he looked over at me and said,
“Gee T wonder if I should have
used this machine?” Another boy
who looked as if he hadn’t been out
of high school many weeks had
been in the Army five years. He
appeared to be nothing but a baby
but he was very much a man. He
loved the army but he had one big
worry. He was) trying to find out if
it cost too much to call Haddonfield,
N. J. He knew a girl there and he
knew if he could call her she would
invite him for the week-end. He
called her and she invited him for
I like this army of 1942 and I
sincerely hope that all of us, are
going to give them all the backing
they need.
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