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Sh THE POST, FRIDAY, MAY 15, 1942
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SECOND THOUGHTS
By javie aiche
More years than I reckoned had elapsed since last I had called upon
my old friend Dan Hurley and it was with some surprise that I learned he
was about to celebrate the ninty-fourth anniversary of his birth. So, an
afternoon originally dedicated to Joseph Gorman was split in half to pro-
vide a visit with one of the most interesting as well as one of the oldest
Americans I know. By the way, Jos-
eph Gorman, who is president of
International Color Printing Com-
pany, is one of several victims of
the erosion trap on the golf course
of Wyoming Country Club. He
slipped on a pebble cast loose by
the rain and broke his right leg in
two places, so that instead of traip-
sing all over America and Canada
writing contracts for an endless
3 variety of comic features he. is laid
up at his comfortable home on
‘Meadowland avenue in Kingston.
an Hurley lives only a few
streets away, with his daughter-in-
law, who is the good wife of Penn
Tobacco Company’s Joe Hourigan.
The last time I had visited with Dan
Hurley, I discovered, was on the
occasion of his eighty-first anniver-
sary. Then he had expressed desire
for an airplane ride and I accompan-
ied him on a flight to permit him to
see from a goodly height the long
reaches of terrain he once traversed
‘by horse and buggy in order to pro-
vide the farmers and truck garden-
ers of several counties with what
then was regarded as modern me-
chanical equipment, all of it horse-
powered.
~ Thirteen years is a long time but
they have dealt kindly with Mr.
Hurley. There have been depriva-
tions, of course, but mostly in the
emoval of those whom he had
chosen as his closest associates. Of
a group of twenty with whom he
had enjoyed the game of “Forty-
Five” there are left himself and two
others. And of his sight, which is
his worst concession to the crowd-
ing years, there is only sufficient
perception to distinguish between
dark and light. But, even so, a cou-
le of years ago Mr. Hurley was
blind, which means improvement is
on the way.
Dan Hurley is next to the young-
est of nine children born to his par-
ents, Irish settlers in Towanda back
in the late Seventeen Hundreds. All
ne children were born in Towanda
and it was as farm boy that Dan
Hurley learned the advantages of
early machinery to such fullness as
' to be able to locate hundreds of
various types of invention on tracts
reaching far down the Susquehanna
and as much as three days’ travel
from either its west or east bank.
He was retired long before the motor
came in to make the newest phase
of change in farm practices.
What interested me, though, was
Dan Hurley's remembrance of the
wars of the United States. He was
thirteen when the boys answered
~~ the call of Lincoln, singing as they
went: “We are coming, Father
Abraham, a hundred thousand
~ strong.” He remembers the conten-
~ tious arguments over slavery and
the gloom consequent upon the as-
~ sassination of the Emancipator, By
the time the Spanish-American war
came along, Dan Hurley was too old
to be enlisted. Imagine! It was only
a tin-can fight anyhow, and soon
over.
~ When World War One exploded
~ Dan Hurley was within a few years
of ‘what is called the Biblical span
of life, but he had a son to send,
just as now he is saying good-bye
to two of his grand-children as they
join up for what he would wish to
be “the last big show on earth.”
In the security of his home with
the Joe Hourigan family on Rutter
avenue in Kingston, talking with
friends and keeping abreast of the
news by means of a radio at his
elbow, ninety-four-year-old Daniel
Hurley is far from excited by the
turn of events and he has no ex-
‘pectation that any elysium is to
come from the peace that soon or
late will brush off the present con-
flict. There is not even now, he
says, as much excitement as there
was back in Civil War days.
Well, I told Daniel Hurley that it
was wonderful to see him in such
good health, with such awareness
of current events and, most of all,
with his sight returning. And I
told him that there is another old
friend I want to see. She is Mary
Brannan Tobin, of Plymouth, resid-
ing with her daughter in the Pleas-
ant colony of Sayville, Long Island.
“Mary Burnnan Tobin is going to
be one hundred two years old next
October,” 1 told Dan Hurley.
ninety-four-year-old gentleman ap-
parently was amazed that anybody
could be eight years older than him-
self.
“MY, my!” said Mr. Hurley.
wouldn’t want to live that long.”
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Do You Like To Sew?
Maybe you can thread a needle
just as easily as ever if your eves
are properly fitted with glasses
Dr. Abe Finkelstein
OPTOMETRIST
Main Street, Luzerne
“Goodness me! My gracious!” The
‘THE LOW DOWN FROM
HICKORY GROVE
This Holding Company
Act, one of the “reforms”
stirred up and put on the
law books by our Potomac
Revellers as just what the
doctor. ordered to cure
everything, was well nam-
ed. Holding Company
Act—nothing could de-
scribe it better. It has
. been a L-wheel brake. It
has gummed up and held
back progress and effort.
It has even discouraged
the guy who was not
affected at all—he might
be the mext customer for
the chopping block.
You don’t take your
off-spring, who has may-
be been too obstreperous,
out behind the barn and
shoot him dead. You take
him out behind the barn
and wunlimber a strap.
That is all you need—not
a 6-shooter.
A half-baked biscuit or
a half-baked law is in the
same boat and there is
only one relief—the ash
can.
Yours with the low down,
Oral Sepsis
Oral sepsis is an infection of the
teeth, gums, and often of the ad-
jacent tissues of the mouth, throat,
tonsils and sinuses. It is the com-
monest of all human diseases, and
in most cases has its origin about the
teeth and gums. Practically all
adults have more or less oral infec-
tion. The incidence of the disease
has increased with the growth of
civilization and the attendant
changes in diet and environment.
The dental infection begins with
a breaking down of the tissue
around the tooth and extends along
the side of the tooth, with recession
of the gums, loosening of the tooth
and discharge of pus. Abscesses may
develop about the tooth roots, us-
ually through the root canals. The
abscess may be acute and soon push
through the gum, forming a ‘gum
boil.” The chronic abscesses are
more dangerous, causing little or no
local symptoms, and producing sys-
temic disease by the absortion of
toxins and bacteria through the
blood stream. The oral cavity pre-
sents, in point of temperature,
moisture and nutrition, an almost
perfect breeding place for bacteria,
Mouth bacteria cause fermentation
of starchy foods, with the formation
of lactic acid, collections of tartar
and decalcification of the enamel. A
diet rich in carbohydrates or starchy
foods furnishes conditions favorable
to dental decay. The mouth bac-
teria are increased by uncleanli-
ness, lack of care in brushing the
teeth and cleansing the mouth, ac-
cumulation of food around and be-
teen the teeth and ill fitting or ne-
glected dentures.
Focal infection in the mouth is
frequently the cause of general dis-
ease. The mouth infection may ex-
ist for years without definite ‘evid-
ence of ill health. Oral sepsis may
be indicated by an offensive breath,
swelling of the gums, the escape of
blood and pus on pressure, dark or
carious teeth, recession of the gums
and local irritation from illfitting
dentures, crowns and bridges. X-ray
examinations are of great value but
negative films do not necessarily
mean that the tissues are healthy.
An infected tooth or a diseased gum
or tonsil, if neglected, may cause an
incurable disease.
Divorce is the hash made out of
domestic scraps.
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tributers 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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“Alone With His Conscience” .
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THE SAFETY VALVE—By Post Readers
In Appreciation
Editor The Post:
Thank you most heartily for your
Mothers’ Day remembrance and the
kind thought that prompted it.
Will you kindly thank the donor for
my box of candy ?
Mrs, William H. Baker,
Dallas, Pa.
Thanks Donor
The Dallas Post:
I wish to thank the man through
your paper for the lovely box of
candy on Mothers’ Day. I appreciate
it very much and I know my boy
will when he knows about it—and
I am sure all the boys will. It was
so kind and thoughtful of him. I
also wish to thank the Dallas Post
for letting me know about it.
Yours sincerely,
Mrs. James Simpson,
Hayfield Farm,
Trucksville, Pa.
Mrs. Simpson's son, William
Edward, is now , statiened in
Australia—Editor.
A Perfect Tribute
Please extend my thanks to the
gentleman who so generously re-
membered me on Mothers’ Day I
am sure he would have been fully
repaid if he had been peeking at
the moment.
Ruth has been waiting for orders
to join her Unit, We hoped and
prayed that she would get home be-
fore going “over.” 1 was ready to
go for the gift when I received the
telephone call from Ruth. Her or-
ders were in and she was to proceed
to Louisiana. That meant no leave
and little probability of seeing her
before she sails. I went to Shaver-
town with tears in my eyes and a
very heavy heart. Honestly that
pretty box and the kind thought
behind it did wonders for me. It
was like someone saying, ‘I know
your heart ache but someone wants
to help.”
Thank you also for your part in
it.
Sincerely,
Ida P. Lewis,
Dallas, Pa.
Ruth is a fine girl, with the
same old-fashioned American
spunk that you had when you
served your country as an
Army nurse during the World
War. We know a soldier down
in Texas who feels the same
way about her—Editor.
From Mothers’ Club
Editor The Post:
The Service Mothers of Trucks-
ville wish to thank the kind gen-
tlemen who presented us with the
lovely boxes of candy on Mothers’
Day. We are sure this act of kind-
ness and generosity will not go un-
rewarded. 2
Jane Lohman,
President of the Club,
Trucksville, Pa.
About four weeks before
Mothers’ Day Sheldon Evans,
proprietor of Evans’ Drug
“More than a newspaper,
a community institution’
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JOHN V. HEFFERNAN
—missed unfortunately because
we have their sons’ and
daughters’ names on our mail-
ing lists but do not have the
names or addresses of the
mothers. We thing it was swell
of “Dud” Mathers and we're
saying so now because we made
a mental reservation that our
promise would last only until
Mothers’ Day—Editor.
Sends Poem
Editor The Post:
Received this poem, he wrote
himself, from my brother in the
Army, P.F.C, Sheldon Ehret, San
Jose, California. Several persons
thought I should send it to you to
print in the Post. He will be sur-
prised to read it, I know. This is
the first one I ever knew of him
writing. He just received a fourth
| class specialists’ rating.
Mrs. Thomas Foss,
Dallas, R.F.D, 2.
To A Jap
Oh, poor Mister Jap
You great big sap
If you can hear our story
You'll shake with fright
With all your might
When we wave Old Glory.
! You'll shake your dice
”
store in Shavertown and the
editor were sitting in the Dallas
Post office discussing some plan
for giving a number of boxes of
candy to mothers on Mothers’
Day. In previous years boxes
of candy were given to the old-
est mothers in the community
by Mr. Evans. This year we re-
alized that there were many
young men and women in the
service who would be unable to
send their mothers any other
remembrance than a card—and
many of them because of dis-
tance would be unable to do
that. To give each mother a
suitable box of candy appeared
impossible. There were, we
knew, more than 200 nurses,
soldiers and sailors who had
gone from the Back Mountain
area. To give candy to any less
than the mothers of these
would be unfair. It looked as
though we were licked. Just
then F. Gordan “Dud” Mathers
of Trucksville dropped in the
office and overheard us discuss-
ing the problem. He saw that
we were against a blank wall.
“See here,” he said, “I want to
do something, too, I'll pay for
the candy—all of it—if you'll
get the names of the mothers.”
GEE! we warned him, that will
mean 200 $1 boxes of candy.
“lI want it to cost me some-
thing,” he replied, “I want to do
something for these boys, all I
ask is that you keep my name
out of it.” We did. But we're
sorry for one thing. In spite of
all of our efforts and three
weeks of publicity we know
that some mothers were missed
And eat your rice
Then we’ll change your story.
We'll sink your ships
Like little chips
And let you see Old Glory.
Thy Kingdom come,
They Will be done,
When. we tell our story;
| We'll invade your land
| With men on hand
| And o'er it wave Old Glory.
When your rising sun goes down
There shall be no crown
For through your deeds of sin
This war you'll never win
Nor walk in paths where men have
trod
For joy is always reached through
God.
Now all destroyed is not in vain
For the U. 8. shall always gain
And when this war is through and
won
Freedom shall ring from every gun;
Our men shall bow down to you,
never
"Cause we'll have stars and stripes
for ever,
Editor’s Note:
Bang, Bang go the guns
As our boys shoot down the Huns,
I like Hot Cross buns
Merry Christmas.
Little Willie, Aged 6.
He’ll Make Chief, Too
Editor The Post:
Thanks a lot for sending me The
Dallas Post. It sure comes in handy
keeping me up with the home town
news. To me the United States
Navy is the greatest organization on
earth, We have a fine bunch of
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left her.
‘| time to save her from starvation.
THE SENTIMENTAL SIDE
By EDITH BLEZ
SEE.
RE
By Dale Warmouth
We've mentioned the dogs of Dal-
las, so in all fairness’ to their old
arch-enemies, we must mention
cats. Cats are among the little-no-
ticed creatures of this earth, espec-
ially among dog-owners.
Among the felines there are all
kinds:
“Great cats, small cats, lean cats,
brawny cast,
Brown cats, black cats, gray cats,
tawny cats,
Grave old plodders,
friskers.
gay young
Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins,”
and tom cats, alley cats, your cat,
my cat and three-colored cats. The
latter are worthy of mention since
a three-colored cat is always a fe-
male.
The most famous cat in the United
States is Don Marquis’ Mehitabel,
bosom friend and boon companion
of Archy, the cock-roach.
Cats, according to recent court
verdict, cannot be stolen. In other
words a cat can’t be owned. A cat
owns you. He won't stay home if he
doesn’t want to, If he prefers the
tuna fish of your neighbor to the
beef you serve him, he packs bag
and baggage to the neighbor's.
All the cats that we know have
adopted their “owners” to a certain
degree. Our Punky showed up anc-
ient and half-starved at our’ place
one night. In fact Punky, whose
real name is Pinkenhorn, is still so
ancient that he has lost a goodly
proportion of his teeth.
Punky, as far as I know, is the
only cat that can swear. Being old
he is cranky. He'll come walking up
to someone and meow a few times.
If the person makes no sign of ac-
knowledgement, Punk lets out such
a barrage of semi-growls that we
conscientiously censor it. One day
I saw him sneak up on a mouse. He
padded up to it as silently as a cat,
. . . bang! He took the plunge and
cracked his head on a post. The
mouse got away. Punk looked
around the barn, and spying me,
let out a terrfic burst. In a nut-shell
he described the mouse and his own
fool luck,
The kitten before Punky was a lit-
tle skinny one that the kids said
“followed them all the way home.”
Of all the ridiculous things we ever
saw, this was it. In the first place, !
lhe had an extra toe on each foot.
I It made his paws look like shovels.
{ Later we gave him to Arline Hazel-
tine of Parrish Heights. That was
two years ago,
We personally know a cat named
Smokey Mountain who spends his
time in two homes. Then we have
an acquaintance with an Alley Oop.
And we knew Mrs. Bittenbender’s
big white Persian, but I can’t think
of her name. Just lately she was
struck by a car.
i I'd like to pay tribute to Bones
here. A long time ago, we had an
all-black kitten. She was a child
of misfortune. The first family that
owned her had moved away and
We adopted her just in
She was so thin when we got her
that it was said that if she ever
caught a mouse it would finish her,
The same night she caught a mouse.
i The next morning we sought to
{name her. Well, one mouse hadn't
| 1atsoned her up, and Bones was
the most appropriate name of them
all. In fact, she never got very big.
She was too stunted in kittenhood. |
Later she rode all the way from
New Jersey to Huntsville in a crate
of chickens. I don’t think she was
as bad off as the rabbits in with |
the other crate of chickens. |
Bonesy was a very devoted ith |
she would follow one of us around
for half a day. At night we would
bring her inside and listen to her
purr. In purring she was a cham-
pion. She could be heard through |
half the house. |
And the time came when she had .
| her first kitten. (It was a three or |
four colored cat named Cabbage, al
corruption of Tabby.) She was a |
good mother. She always took ex-
cellent care of her offspring. By
the way, she never had more than
three at a time. In her own little |
way, she was a disciple of Mrs. San- |
ger. Although she was pure black, |
she never had a black kitten. Us-
ually she had gray striped ones. And |
unlike her they often grew to large |
sizes. One gray Tom that lives out
Lehman measures 31 inches and |
weighed 13 pounds. Every one |
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liked Bones’ kittens. We gave some
to George Bulford, Cora Schmoll, |
now of Philadelphia, and Evelyn Ide,
of Lehman. We also gave a guar-
I have met many different types of boys at Fort Dix during the past
months but I find the three Musketeers are my favorites. One of the three
is from Iowa, one from Minnesota, and the other from upper New York
State. They met in the Army and since the beginning of their training in
the Engineer's Corps they have been Buddies, and what Buddies! I simply
cannot think of them as individuals.
They will always be
Musketeers to me!
They are inseparable. Where you
see one you always see the other
two. They are delightful and I feel
quite certainly typical American
soldiers. They come to the Com-
munity Service every evening dur-
ing the week and I have never seen
them when they were not having
a good time. They usually devote
part of their evening to letter writ-
ing but most of the time they are
up to their ears in ping-pong. They
really take their ping-pong seriously.
When one writes a letter the other
two write letters. When one drinks
a cup of coffee the othe two always
seem. to appear at the coffee bar at
the same time.
I love their enthusiasm and their
exceptional optimism. The youngest
of the three seems to be the center
of the group. The other two boys
are a little older and they seem to
feel it their duty to take care of the
younger boy. They 'are very fond
of him and I don’t blame them one
bit. I have never met a boy so filled
with the joy of living. He gets a
kick out of everything. He has an
extra capacity for haying fun. He
is forever finding something new to
do. His Buddy from New York has
introduced him to the joys of the
legitimate stage. I doubt if he knew
very much about the theatre before
he came to Fort Dix. Now he has
become an ardent theatre fan. All
three of the boys have seen most of
the shows on Broadway through the
good graces of the U. S. O. They are
very much at home at the Stage
Door Canteen and are loud in their
praise of the actors and actresses
who do so much for the boys in the
armed forces. It is amazing how
many celebreties they have met on
their trips to New York.
Several times the three Muske-
teers have graced our dinner table,
I particularly enjoy entertaining
them because they fill the house
with something they alone seem to
bring. Last week they had rather
a bad time on the way from camp.
They were hitch-hiking and you
know, of course, hitch-hiking is
against Army regulations. The first
car to stop proved to be trouble at
its very worst. In the back of the
car sat a Colonel!
I wish you could have heard the
three Musketeers tell about it. They
said they never knew they had so
many buttons on their uniforms.
In their hunt for the passes, the
Colonel insisted on seeing, they felt
they had to unbutton at least a
hundred buttons. The youngest boy
said he was in a terrific sweat. He
simply couldn’t unbutton his coat.
His fingers refused to move. He
knew the other two wouldn’t have
any trouble but he always seemed
to have trouble locating his pass,
and his buttons refused to budge.
After what seemed like an eternity
he located the pass. He said he
didn’t dare look at the other fellows.
He wouldn't have been able to
stand the pity in their eyes. They
always managed to feel sorry for
him, he seems to get into so much
trouble and this was the first time
he had encountered a Colonel who
insisted,on seeing a pass he couldn’t
find!
They managed to get away from
the Colonel. Their encounter didn’t
dampen their enthusiasm for food.
They talked just as fast, and as
much as ever, and while I listened
to them, and watched them consume
plates. of food, I couldn’t help be
thankful that the Army was made
up of such healthy eager youngsters!
anteed Tom to Carl Franklin's. It
had three or four kittens.
Once we thought that Bones was
going to die. We discovered that
she had been going around for sev-
eral days with a slashed throat.
She had never indicated it; she act-
ed entirely normal. Quick applica-
tion of antiseptic probably saved
her life.
One day after we had had Bones
for nine years, she disappeared. She
| was old and feeble, And she prob-
ably knew that we loved her so
much that going away was the only
way that it wouldn’t hurt.
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