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"The Totem Pole”
Harrisburg,
January 13—Following
last week’s pre-legislative
thunderclap loosed by the Governor and a few other gents intent on
limbering their political barrage guns, matters have settled down
fairly well here as the lull before
the storm sets in.
When the legislative lads gathered around the festive board on
Tuesday of last week for their one-*
day stand they patiently listened
while Jim Duff spoke snappily,
tossed around a few verbal hand
grenades—and then departed.
Having struggled through the
formalities of opening the 1949
session of the Legislature, the boys
then suspended operations and
called the conventional recess until
next Monday, January 17.
However a few of the old-time
spell-binders, conscious of the need
of getting in a lick before things
died down, cut loose with some
caustic. comments of their own as
they drew their duffel bags aboard
‘their trains and headed for home.
This is what is known among
political strategists as ‘‘pre-battle
position jockeying” and has be-
come an important part of our
political scene
The “big boom” will be heard,
however, when Governor Duff
stalks before a joint session of both
houses (after their return Monday)
to deliver his budget message—
which is expected to prostrate
more than one or two of the
gentlemen of the General Assembly.
There is little doubt ‘but that
the word “million” will have slip-
ped from the financial vocabulary
of budget-minded folk after Brother
Duff lays his cards on the rostrum.
There is little doubt but that the
word will be changed to ‘billion”
—even for this little old State
of Pennsylvania.
Worn out and bedraggled Gram-
paw Pettibone—his ears elongated
from stretching from one group to
another—informs us that the item
that has the legislative leaders
worried most is “how to get the
most money out of the taxpayers
without their knowing it.”
Governor Duff, one eye on the
up-coming U. S. Senate seat and
the other on the money interests
backing the GOP in Pennsylvania,
“blew his top’ when the recom-
mendation was made public of a
legislative tax study committee
calling for the imposition of a sales
tax :
Such a tax, ‘among other things,
would be unpopular with the gen-
eral populace of this Common-
wealth—and the voters, but it
would please the manufacturers
who must bear most of the tax
load if the people themselves don’t.
A Sales tax was tried in Penn-
sylvania back in 1932 but no one
was anxious to enforce the tax and
it petered out after the levy had
been collected on several packs of
chewing gum and a candy bar.
It is interesting to note that the
Governor has suggested only one
specific tax as yet—namely that of
the two-cent a gallon gasoline tax.
Strategy here is to remove the
onus of being known as a ‘taxing
governor” and to pass the blame
on to some loyal member of the
Legislature whose political hide is
not as valuable as that of the Gov-
ernor and who therefore can “af-
ford” to sponsor desired adminis-
tration taxing measures.
Jim Duff is now talking of
$44,000,000 “in the bank” at the
end of the current biennium, which
sounds good on paper but when
money is needed— it’s never there,
just as the $50,000,000 “profit”
supposedly on hand when Edward
"YOUR HEALTH.
ANGER
The most common disturbance of
the peace of the mind and tranquil-
ity of home and society is the
emotion of anger. It is intimately
related to the attitude of mind and
the character of the individual
himself.
Good mental hygiene requires
the discounting of suspicions which
lead to an antagonistic attitude
toward other persons. It is not
necessary for us to be aroused to
anger by a person whom we dis-
like. A balanced individual is able
to exercise a reasonable control
over the tilting of his emotional
plane.
A person who is master of the
situation has an understanding
mind, and he avoids an antagonistic
mental attitude towards others and
refrains from expressions or ac-
tions which arouse anger. Knowl-
edge and experience have taught
him to correct the faults of tem-
per.
Anger will not disappear as a
character blemish until we respect
the rights and interests of others,
and banish from the mind those
attitudes that cause discord in the
harmony of life. We should make
a conscientious effort to cooper-
ate with others and remove the
false concept of dominating all
who stand in our path. The nor-
|. mal attitude of mind in any home
or community life is one of friend-
ly coeoperation rather than of an-
ger and prejudice.
The fundamental principal of
ethics is to do good. Life is short.
Let us concentrate on the good
things in life and do what we can
for the welfare and best interests
of others. What we need is a
return of individuals to the law
of charity. When this friendly at-
titude of real charity develops, we
are not easily angered by the ex-
pressions and actions of others.
Conscious friction and blind prej-
udice are common causes of anger.
Parents would do well to keep the
law of charity and never instil
prejudice and hatred toward any
individual or any class. We should
strive to arouse a feeling of worth
and value in human beings.
Kindness and courtesy indicate
an understanding mind and help
us to approach other persons with-
out prejudice and malice. Honesty
and square dealing in both’ busi-
ness and personal life can do a
great deal to lessen anger and an-
tagonism in ‘human relationships
and will become a strong influence
for good conduct in the home and
community.
To Meet At Eipper Home
Past Councillors Club Mt. Vale
D. of A. will meet at the home
of Mrs. Ralph Eipper Wednesday
evening January 19.
Martin left office ‘‘evaporated’.
These sums are what are known
as “political profits” rather than
real profits.
THE POST, FRIDAY, JANUARY 14, 1949
SAFETY VALVE
Too Much Starch
Dear Editor:
Am I the only guy in the whole
United States of America that
buys soft shirts? Am I the only
guy that hates stiff collars and
stiff cuffs? I mean in dress shirts.
When I was a little boy of 10
years of age, and that was forty
seven years ago, I recall the only
dress shirts my mother could buy
were those stiff bosomed kind with
a collar and cuffs that had to be
attached with buttons, and how
I hated the guy that invented or
discovered starch. “When I grow
up,” I thought “I will invent a
soft shirt with collar and cuffs at-
tached that will let a fellow turn
his. head without chafing the skin
off his neck, or so a boy can get
into a pre-Sunday School fight
without crumbling his cuffs.
But someone beat me to it and
manufactured that kind of a shirt
and although I didn’t make any
money from my idea, at any rate
I was happy. “Ah!’, I exclaimed,
“At last, I can get a soft shirt and
live for the rest of my life in com-
fort.”
When I say soft shirt, I mean
a dress, long sleeved soft shirt,
not ‘one of those blue, green,
brown, or yellow sport shirts—any
laundry knows that kind shouldn’t
be starched.
One can buy these wnite, soft
dress shirts at Joe Hand’s Charlie
Gregory's or probably in Grace
Cave’s shop. The collar and cuffs
are soft when purchased. You can
get a couple of days of real enjoy-
ment in wearing them. Then what
happens? You send them to the
laundry and they come back with
collars and cuffs starched so stiff
that one wonders do these laundry
women ever get married so they
would know what a man likes to
wear.
The laundry that I send my shrts
to advertises that it will starch
them in three different grades. The
first is a light starch the second,
medium, and the third a stiff
starch. The difference is that the
first just irritates me, the second
cuts a ring around my neck and
the third makes me so mad that
I'm writing to you to ask If I'm
the only guy in the whole United
States of America who likes shirts
to come back" from the laundry in
the same condition that they were
purchased ?”;
“Well,” says you, ‘‘this problem
seems simple. Why not complain
to this laundry and everything will
be hunky dory.”
“That's what you think,” replies
me, “but I have complained and
complained and complained and at
last asked could I talk to the girl
that decides what starch she will
put in my shirts ?”
The front office said surely, and
called the girl in and I said to the
girl: “are you married?” ‘‘She says
yes, then I asked ‘“‘do you starch
your husband’s shirts,” and she
answered, “of course,” and I says,
“well, I don’t like my shirts
starched.” She replies, ‘you're
crazy.”
So I ask you: Am I the only guy
in the whole United States of Am-
erica that likes to wear soft dress
shirts ?
Alan G. Kistler
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MRS. T. M. B. HICKS
May Discontinue
Irem Horse Show
Irem Temple Horse Show, that
has grown to be a national exhib-
ition, may not be held this year,
according to Dr. M. C. L. Ellis of
Williamsport, potentate of Irem
Temple.
Staging the show took so much
time of business men who are mem-
bers of Irem’s Mounted Patrol,
which sponsored the event, that the
Patrol has decided not to hold a
fifth annual show this summer.
Dr. Ellis said that unless some
group ‘within the Temple wg,
takes to run the show it will ng
be held, and that he knew of Ho
movement to take it over.
The four shows which have been
held were successful, attracting the
nation’s leading exhibitors. The
show grounds have been developed,
and large sums have been given to
the Shriner's hospitals for crippled
children.
To Meet Thursday
C. D. A. Court, Our Lady of Fat-
ima will hold their monthly meet-
ing Thursday, January 20th at 8
o'clock in the auditorium of St.
Therese’s Church, Shavertown.
Mrs. Frank L. McGarry, Grand
Regent, will preside.
OFFICERS
Harold Tippett
T. Newell Wood
Samuel W. Thompson
Alex M. Kresge
John P. Chicallo
R. B. Malkames
W. E. Rheinhart
Physician
Attorney
President
Attorney
BOARD .OF DIRECTORS
JOHN E. SCHEIFLY
HAROLD TIPPETT
T. NEWELL WOOD
President, The Pressed Steel Co.
JOSEPH H. MacVEIGH
Vice President, The Pressed Steel Co.
G. N. ENGLAND
Treasurer, Glen Alden Coal Co.
HOPKIN T. ROWLANDS
Assistant Cashier
. Trust Officer
R. R. VAN HORN
Surplus
Undivided Profits and Reserves
Deposits
CHARLES E. WARSAW
President, Luzerne County Gas & Electric Corp.
A. J. SORDONI, Jr.
Vice President, Sordoni Construction Co.
Cash in vault and due from Banks
U. S. Government Securities
Other Bonds and Securities
Loans and Discounts
Banking House $100,000.00 and Furniture and Fixtures $28,587.79
Other Real Estate
Accrued Interest
Prepaid Expense
TOTAL
Total Individual Trusts
Corporate Trusts
REPORT OF CONDITION OF
The Kingston National Bank
KINGSTON, PA.
DECEMBER 31, 1948
RESOURCES
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BUY AND HOLD U. S. SAVINGS BONDS
$ 2,067,342.67
5,819,435.18
293,488.87
3,989,379.38
128,587.79
1.00
+1019 763.99
5,485.11
$12,323,483.99
460,000.00
500,000.00
544,238.27
10,819,245.72
$12,323,483.99
$ 4,152,999.12
$ 355,000.00
&
by Phyllis M. Smith
My only regret after reading
the other Book Worm articles in
the Dallas Post was that I hadn’d
written mine sooner, as theirs will
be what is often and accurately
termed “a hard act to follow,” for
all future contributors to “The
Bookworm’ column
Last evening while Norm snored
his way through “The Voice of
Firestone” and “The Telephone
Hour” I gave a little serious
thought about what to write.
Whenever 1 think about books
and what they mean to me I re-
member my Grandfather Whitte-
more. He was the one who instilled
a craving for knowledge into a
small, solemn, brown-eyed girl who
later became my mother.
Grandfather’s library was a de-
light to the eye. A huge round
table covered in green felt dom-
inated the center of the room. On
one side of his walnut secretary
stood a huge globe and on the
other side a colossal Webster's dic-
tionary, always open and ready
for use. A badly worn Atlas on
the table attested to Grandpa's in-
ability to read about any place
without first learning everything
concerning its size, climate and
population.
The books were sizeable and
leather-bound in red, green, and
dark brown and bore evidence of
fond handling. Every book wore a
sticker which announced that ‘This
book is the property of David H.
Whittemore, Esq.” By the time
Mother was twelve Grandpa had
read aloud to her all of Dicken’s,
Scott, Thackery and everything
available on Greek mythology. I
think mother launched into the
“Terrible Teens” with Tolstoy and
Anatole France for bedtime stories.
At this age Mother’s and Grand-
pa’s trips to the Providence Pub-
lic Library started and didn’t cease
until Mother graduated as the high-
est honor student from the Rhode
Island College of Education, and
spent two years traveling and see-
ing most of the wonderful places
she had read and known about
since early childhood.
Just prior to World War 1
Mother went to the Canadian
Northwest in search of adventure
and found it. Two months later
Grandpa received word that she
"had met, fallen madly in love with,
and married a fabulous character
who eventually became my father.
Mother’s first act upon return-
ing from her honeymoon in Van-
couver was to send to the states
for her books. She and Father had
taken up residence in a small
town called Penhold in the pro-
vince of Alberta. Years later Mother
confided in me that sending for
her books was undoubtedly her
first serious ‘“faux-pas” as far as
Dad was concerned. The books ar-
rived safely in huge wooden crates
and one neighbor, according to my
father, erected a sizeable chicken
coop with the discarded lumber.
Father had been reared differently
from mother and labored under the
impression that books belonged in
specific places, libraries for in-
stance.
Life in Penhold was almost more
than Mother could bear. The ter-
rifically hot summers and the long
cold winters soon began to tell on
her. She horrified the townspeople
by sitting on the verandah on a
stifling summer afternoon reading
instead of canning like a maniac or
helping make hay. In sheer des-
peration she joined the Ladie’s Aid
and one hot September afternoon
she recited “Evangeline” from start
to finish before a startled aud-
ience, then went home in triumph
and gave birth to me.
We moved frequently at the in-
stigation of the Mr. Micawber of
the Canadian grain market as
Mother was known to refer to our
handsome father when she wrote
to Grandpa. Moving would have
been a simple matter if it hadn’t
been for all the books. By thatl
time my brother and I were the
owners of over a hundred books
ourselves; so Dad finally got smart
and stored the crates between
moves.
Once a year we would journey to
Providence to visit Grandpa and
see a bit of civilization as Mother
so fondly expressed it. It was on
those visits that I became familiar
with the Providence Public Library
and all the wonders contained
therein.
When I was twelve we traveled
to Providence for a prolonged vis-
it. Prolonged is hardly the correct
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One of the most difficult decisions we have had to make during
the reconstruction of The Dallas Post building is whether to cut
down the two pine trees that hid the face-lifting process om the
left wing. : ;
struction of the trees—not for aesthetic reasons—but because “their
roots will damage the walls and their branches ruin your roof.”
Others think one of the trees detracts from the appearance of the
new work. We've taken all the suggestions in stride and agreed
with most of them; but we've a sentimental attachment for the
pines—even if they are too close to the building.
We remember a day when they were about the only evidence of
opulance around the place—and when their green young branches
hid a drab false front that would have better graced a mining town
than Lehman Avenue. :
More than twenty years ago we dug one of them from the meadow
on our father's farm, loaded it in the rumble seat of the old blue
Ford, and transplanted it to the front yard of The Post. There we
nurtured it until it became strong. It was only shoulder
high and in spite of its clean symmetry was composed of two main
trunks, mute evidence of earlier mutilation caused by some seeker
of a Christmas tree who had cut out its first growth.
“If this tree grows” we thought as we planted it, “after all of
the beating it has taken, maybe The Post, too, will grow and pros-
per.” There was plenty of doubt in those days. There followed
days of attentive watering, and careful fertilization supervised by
our mother. The tree grew that first year and has continued to grow
and hide the original ugliness of the old Post building. Now we
‘are blossoming out in a more attractive dwelling—and we're senti- \
mental about the trees. >
If we cut them down there will no longer be a robin’s nest out-
side our window every spring. There'll be no more decaying needles
to furnish mulch for the rose and rhododendron beds. There'll be
no clean scented needles to line the three cats’ cozy beds—no grace-
ful boughs to bend under the weight of heavy snows—no place for
Buck, the “terror”, or Sandy Scureman to leave their calling cards.
Only three have spoken for the trees, Myra, Mrs. Ralph Rood and
John Heffernan. Leave it to a sensitive Irishman to nail it down
with words. “Whenever I see a tree cut, I bleed.” :
Nights, when we stand there in the moonlight, looking at the new
building silhouetted against the Misericordia hills, we hear those
silent sentinals moaning as a friendly breeze whispers through their
branches. ‘Don’t worry. He's a softy.”
We'll stay the axe in the hope that everything that happens in
the new building will be as straight and true and clean as those
trees. :
It would take twenty years ‘to grow others in a better location.
Maybe we won't be hanging around that long—and what would
Buck and Sandy do in the meantime.
Stuffed in her blue overalls, bundled in an old coat, her head
swathed in a scarf, Myra rushed into the office Saturday afternoon
before she had finished tidying her chicken coop.
“There's a decision to make”, she grinned. And we went into a
conference. 3 ,
Under the pile of straw in one corner of the coop, her broom had
uncovered a nest of young mice—pink and helpless in the chaff.
There was no impulsive crash of the broom. Myra never acts on
impulses. Her hestitation was the nest’s reprieve. She gently
pressed the straw about it and came to us for a solution. “If they
stay there and grow, they'll eat my feed, and I'll never make a profit
on my hens.” :
The verdict of the jury We don’t keep hens for profit. We kebp
them for fun. Finding a nest of young mice or a flock of chickadees
in the coop is part of the fun. Finding an egg is an experience.
Neither of us likes mice; but we remembered the pleasure a saucy
one had given us years ago as it played around the feet of a haughty
old doweger in the tap room of the Prince George Hotel in New York.
Wee, sleekit, cow’rin’, tim’rous beastie,
O what a panic’s in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi’ bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee
Wi’ murd’ring pattle!
Thee wee bit housie, too, in ruin
Its silly wa’s the win’s are strewin’!
An’ naething, now, to big a new ane,
O’ foggage green!
An’ bleak December’s winds ensuin’,
Baith snell an’ keen!
But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes of mice an’ men
Gang aft a-gley,
An lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain
For promis’d joy.
*i
Bobby wrote that in November 1785 after his plough turned up the
nest of a field mouse. Burns fell into a pensive mood and composed
the entire poem, (only a part is printed here) on the spot.
Kunkle Chicken Supper
Kunkle Fire Crew will sponsor
a chicken supper in the
To Install Officers
Mt. Vale Council 224 D. of A.
Kunkle | will install new officers at the meet-
at 7:30. Officers and guards are
requested to wear white,
ary 26. Serving will start at 6 o’-
clock
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