THE POST, FRIDAY, By BILLY ROSE At the risk of being laughed out of court and countenance, I'd like to report that I've seen flying saucers. It happened on a clear and moon-minus night two summers ago in Newton, Conn., on the lawn of the home belonging to Paul Osborne, the playwright. Among my fellow oglers were Paul and his wife, Director Josh Logan and his missus, and Author John Hersey and his. What's more, none of us was in his cups the night we watched the flying saucery. The show began about 10 p.m. while we were sitting outdoors, en- joying and shooting the breeze, and the first thing we noticed were sev- eral searchlights some miles away poking their yellow fingers into the sky. A few minutes later, three bits of celestial chinaware skittered into view, and from then until midnight they skipped and scam- pered above our bewildered heads. As nearly as I could judge, these whatzises were at least 200 feet in diameter and were flying at an al- titude of from 3,000 to 5,000 feet. Their edges gave off a ghostly glow, very much like blue neon tubing seen through a heavy fog. * . * WHEN THE SEARCHLIGHTS fi- nally cut off and the discs got lost in the stars, we put what was left of our heads together and decided that -what we had witnessed must have been some kind of hush-hush military exercise. We also decided that, if we didn’t want a butterfly net slipped over our heads, it would be smart to keep our lips zipped about the whole thing. How come, then, that with my bare face hanging out in print, I'm spilling the story now? Well, until recently the talk about the per- snickety pancakes has been more loose than lucid—according to some writers, they were manned by Martins two inches tall; accord- ing to others, by Russians two droshkies wide. Recently, however, documenta- tion bas begun to replace delir- sum, and it's becoming evident that the overgrown manhole cov- ers are not only real, but, de- spite all denials, one of the top- secret weapons of our own navy and air force, The most convincing testimony was offered April 3rd by Henry J. Taylor on a General Motors broad- cast over the ABC network. Taylor, after treking all around the country and talking to people who had seen, Billy Rose ulity-cracking craft, made the fol- lowing flat and unfrivolous state- ments about them: One type of saucer is the ‘true’ disc, which ranges anywhere from 20 inches to 200 feet in diameter, is unmanned and generally guided by some form of remote control, The other is a jet-driven platter which carries a crew and is capable of such supersonic: speeds that in flight it looks like a hundred-foot flaming cigar. * ¢ 4 FURTHERMORE, according to Henry J., a ‘‘true’’ disc was actual- N. J.; another was found in the vicinity of Galveston, Texas, and stenciled on its surface was the following: MILITARY SECRET OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA ANYONE DAMAGING OR RE- VEALINGDESCRIPTIONOR WHEREABOUTS OF THIS MIS- SILE IS SUBJECT TO PROSECU- TION BY THE UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT. CALL COLLECT AT ONCE. (Then a long distance telephone number, and the address of a U.S. Air Base, and finally the, words on the ‘‘saucer” in big, black letters: NON-EXPLOSIVE.) “I know what these so-called fly- ing saucers are used for,”’ Taylor concluded “When the military au- thorities are ready to release the information it will be a joy to tell you the whole story, for it is good news—wonderful news." Well, 1 don't know what the saucers are for, but on the basis of this and other reports—plus the evidence of my own bug- eyes — I'm convinced they exist and, praise the Lord and pass the ammunition, are ours. Moscow papers please copy. I wrote a column recently about the bureaucratic blabbermouths in our nation’s capital who, at the drop of a daiquiri, blurt out top military secrets to anyone who will listen. Well, I'm plenty happy to learn that—at least as regards one vital weapon—there are some folks in Washington who not only know their beans but can keep from spill- touched and even flown these cred- ing them. East Dallas Has Field Day Winning From Dallas 13-4 East Dallas, trailing 3-1 in the fourth inning, suddenly came to life to score in every remaining inning and stagger Dallas AC by a 13-4 score on Dallas Township Memorial Field Sunday. This vic- tory ties the two teams for first place in the Bi-County League. East Dallas combined 13 hits, four for extra bases, seven walks and numerous Dallas errors to chalk up three big innings, scoring three runs each in the fourth, sixth, and eighth. Dallas biggest splurge was its two-run second inning. Warren Stanton, the winning pitcher, started for East Dallas and gave up seven hits and three runs before being relieved by Art Bellas in the seventh. Harry Grose was the starting Dallas pitcher and was touched for six hits and five runs when Jack Fiske took over in the fifth. Fiske was greeted by seven hits and eight runs in his five innings. Three extra-base = hits scored heavily for East Dallas as Bellas doubled with the bases loaded in the fourth and Tondora opened the sixth with a triple and Muchler doubled with the bases loaded in the same inning. Tom Reese was the lone standout for Dallas with three singles and a walk in four trips to the plate. Harold Brobst and Jim Knecht each had two hits, a double and a single, to give three Dallas batters seven of the nine Dallas hits. East Dallas, with Muchler, Bellas, Wilson, Kozem- chak, and Tondora leading the 13- hit attack, pounded the ball for a total of 18 bases. Defensively, the East Dallas in- field of Hughey, Tondora, Bellas, almost flawless ball committing only two errors. Muchler stole the show in the outfield with a num- ber of fine running catches. For Dallas the bright spot was the de- fensive work of Tom Edwards, catcher, whose alertness saved a number of tough plays. EAST DALLAS—13 ave. ab r h Bellas, ss, p- 235 13 3.2 Muchler, cf A445 4-1 3 Hughey, 1b A445 3.2.1 Wilson, 3b A465 4-1 2 Stanton, p, 2b 235 05:0: 0 Kozemchak, rf 355.032 Stevens, c¢ 400 20a) Tondora, 2b, ss 214.4 2.2 Martin, If 222.320 32 13 13 DALLAS—4 ave. ab r h H. Brobst, If, rf 500.3 1.42 Edwards, c¢ 294 2.01 H. Grose, p, cf S33: 310 0 J. Knecht, 3b, 1b 600 4 0 2 A. Knecht, 1b J76::3 0:0 G. Roberts, ss AST 301 0 K. Grose, 2b, 3b M4005 2.01.0 Jones, rf, If 400,:.2.:0:0 Reese, cf S70. 13-13 Vanderbrouck, 1b 570 1 0 O Wallace, c¢ 000 0.0.0 Fiske, p 300 2000 1 Pavlick, 2b 000: 1.200 C. Brobst, ss 0006 3.0.0 Danko, 3b 000 1.0.0 31:49 Doubles—Bellas, Muchler, Wil- son, H. Brobst, J. Knecht. Triple— Tondora. RBI—Bellas 3, Muchler 3, Wilson 3, Stanton, Kozemchak Stevens, Tondora, Edwards, J. and Wilson sparkled as they played Knecht, Reese. JES 3 al LOANS TO MEET .. INCOME . TAXES INSURANCE PREMIUMS EDUCATIONAL TUITION > MEDICAL-DENTAL BILLS = .HOSPITAL- OPERATION CHARGES Quick* Courteous? Confidential Service! ly photographed near Wildwood, ° | father of The Ice Cave ' There are other landmarks in Kingston Township with a story to tell. Hillside Inn was built on the site of the old Ice Cave Hotel, which was erected by Joseph Hart- er (7), great-grandfather of Sher- man Harter of Harter’s , Dairy. Joseph Harter was a Frenchman, and a butcher by trade, who bought up considerable land in that locality, some of which he sold to Mr. Conyngham. “Ice Cave” was not only the name of the Inn, it was the name of the settlement, which was one of the stops on the first railroad through the Back Mountain Region. There is a deep gorge where the creek cuts through the mountain, where ice is said to be present at any time of the year. - The writer has often won- dered about this, and used to think she would hike up the creek bed and investigate. The mother of the writer remembers living in Kingston, and a group of young people planning a sleighride party to the Ice Cave Hotel. Her par- ents would not let her go because it was too far from Kingston! Those were horse and buggy days! The Round House The round-shaped house owned by Harry Brodhun was once the silo on the farm worked by the Walter Billings, and owned by Edward van Horn of Kingston. The barn was just below the silo and there was a chute between the two, so ensilage could be pitched directly from one to the other. ‘Mt. Greenwood ceme- tery was the cow pasture on this farm, and it was full of tree stumps that had to be pulled out when it became a cemetery. The Billings family lived in the old Rice home- stead, now occupied by Dr. and Mrs. J. Franklin Robinson. Water was furnished for both cattle and people by the spring still found on the Robert Scott property. The round house was made into a dwelling by the Brodhuns who lived there for quite a while. Off and on during the years, some illustrious people have stayed there, among whom are: Mrs. Brewster, the mother of the author of “A History of Kingston Town- ship”; Howard Risley of the Dallas Post, who “batched” there for a time; Mrs. H. C. McDermott, grand- mother of the writer, prior to the purchase of the house at 80 Mt. Greenwood road. If one of our present-day resi- dents could project himself back fifty years in time, he would scarcely recognize the Upper Road. Archie Woolbert’s father lived in Dr. Grant’s place; A. C. Wardan owned the Schuler residence; the Boston house was then owned by the Howards; the little country school down in the lane; the Rice homestead where the Billings fam- ily lived; from then on there was nothing until the house now owned by Mr. and Mrs. Jack Henderson, occupied by the Holcomb farm hands; finally the Holcomb resi- dence. Down in what is now Hol- comb’s Grove, there was nothing. The first house in that sector was built by Mr. Arthur Leek, who moved in with his bride before the place was quite finished. Walter Billings, who recently retired as mail carrier, has held that post since 1909. The first rural mail carrier, however, was Seth Howell, brother of our Dr. G. L. Howell,, who died last year. Seth Howell held the post from about 1905 until Mr. Billings took over. The old postoffice is now Dr. Richard Crompton’s office and residence, and was presided over by Mr. Samuel Hess as postmaster. Mr. Hess was a Civil War veteran and retained the office until he was an old, old man, coming to rely on his daughter Maisie to do most of the active work. Early Passenger Trains The Lehigh Valley Railroad from Wilkes-Barre to Towanda via Har- vey's Lake, ran its first train in October, 1892. Later huge ex- cursion trains with ten or twelve cars, sometimes two engines, would go to Harveys Lake Picnic Grounds, not to mention the extra street cars which connected with the lake steamers. Great freight trains, stopping at the Lehigh Valley station, and blocking the road to the school, were daily oc- currences. Sometimes the children, knowing they would be late to school, would climb: between the cars, much to the horror of the parents! You could almost tell time by the Lehigh Valley trains; you got up in the morning by the 7:30 to Towanda; you began to think about dinner by the 10:45 A.M.; the 4:00 P.M. meant that it was time to go for the mail; and if your folks were at church they might be expected home soon after the 8:45 at night. Those trains were run in a very comfortable and “homey” fashion. If you were a regular passenger, were late and they saw you coming, they would hold the train for you! And in the morning, out of Towanda, the conductor saw that everybody had the morning paper. CONTINUED NEXT WEEK Read the Classified Column A non-partisan liberal progressive newspaper pub- lished every Friday morning at the Dallas Post plant Lehman Avenue, Dallas Pennsylvania. Entered as second-class matter at the post office at Dallas, Pa., under the Act of March 8, 1879. Subscrip- tion rates: $2.50 a year; $1.50 six months... No subscriptions accepted for less than six months. 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Classified rates 8c per Minimum charge 50c. Unless paid for at advertising rates, we can give no assurance that an- nouncements of plays, parties, rummage sales or any affairs for raising money will appear in a specific issue. In no case will such Items be taken on Thursdays. Preference will in all instances be given to editorial matter which has not previously appeared in publication. Editor and Publisher HOWARD W. RISLEY Associate Editor MYRA ZEISER RISLEY Contributing Editor MRS. T. M. B. HICKS Sports Editor WILLIAM HART advertising rates word. ONLY - YESTERDAY From The Post of ten and ‘twenty years ago this week. Ten Years Ago in June 7, 1940 Issue of Dallas Post T. Newell Wood, Point Breeze, Harvey's Lake, is recovering at General Hospital from injuries re- ceived when a tractor pinned him to the ground. He was removed to the hospital in Nulton’s am- bulance. Announcement has been made of the marriage of Jean Elda Bill- ings, Trucksville, to Alfred Millner- Camp, at the rectory, St. George's Episcopal Church, Nanticoke. Two large red hens were stolen from Mrs. Allie Morris's chicken persons unknown. Alice Ruth Fisher and Robert M. Laux were married at St. Mary's, Wilkes-Barre, Saturday morning. A bride's dinner, honoring Mrs. Fred Eck and Miss Margaret Lynn, bride-elect, will be given at the Irem Temple Country Club June 14 by Dallas Junior Woman's Club. Townsend Club will meet at Kunkle, June 11. Members inter- ested in holding public office are urged to attend. Daniel Roberts, summer resident of Lake Township and donor of a building used for both fire depart- ment and the police at Harveys Lake, died Monday night. Harveys Lake Volunteer Fire Department was named for Mr. Roberts. coop Saturday night by person or’ BROADWAY AND MAIN STREET THE DALLAS POST | ,.. : This Is Where “More than a mewspaper, The Book Worm Saw Some Saucers, Says Rose; We Lived o community institution” 7 . . . ESTABLISHED 1889 He Wasn't in His Cups, Either || sviommaovm 1 ivenia Newspaper ~_ ii} Publishers’ Association Mary Gates BE — If you are mystified — look for the answer at .the conclusion of this article! The literary sensation of the Season is unquestionably Victor Hugo's “Ninety-Three”’. This thrill- ing tale is decidedly the author’s best work since his “Les Miser- ables”, and is an admirable speci- men of the vigorous word painting which has placed him in the front ranks of the French novelists. He shows a rare comprehension of the noble motives which actuated men of all parties in the heroic age of the French Revolution. The read- er's sympathies are strongly enlist- ed by the half idiot peasant wo- man, who, robbed of her young, pursues them with a frenzied faith that overthrows all obstacles, and reverses the destinies of a nation. “The Personal Recollections of Mary Somerville” is a record of an ideally & beautiful life, which does honor to the possibilities of wo- men. Born nearly a century ago at a time when female education was at its lowest ebb, she educated her- self in those mathematical sciences which are deemed most difficult for women, until she was recognized as the honored equal of the European savants. England, which bestows honors with a lavish hand on' her scientific men, found none for the author of the “Mechanism of the Heavens”. “The Land of the White Ele- phant” by Frank Vincent is one of the most graphic and interesting stories of adventure that it has been our good fortune to read for many a day. Those mysterious re- gions of the East—Burmah, Siam, Cabodia and Cochin China—where the white elephant rules as a sac- red Mikado, are vividly portrayed. Or if you prefer ‘The Land of Central Asia” you will like Bayard Taylor's book telling of ancient and modern explorations in Cashmere, Thibet and China by travelers from Marco Polo to Shaw. “The Story of a Summer” by Cecelia Cleveland who was niece of Horace Greeley, is an interest- ing account of a Season spent at the Greeley homestead at Chap- paqua. At the head of a list of novels lately published by Harper & Brothers we place “The Blue Rib- bon”, an idyll of exquisite grace and well-sustained interest. Then comes ‘Phineas Redux” by An- thony Trollope, in which the fas- cinating Phineas Finn is conducted through many adventures to the haven of marriage. “The New Mag- dalen” and “The Women in White” have been added to Harper's Illus- trated Library Edition of Wilkie Collins’ novels. Appropos of Who Done Its, what did Baroness Campbell mean when, in making her will, she left her property to her husband and con- cludes with the stipulation “I fur- ther wish my right hand to be cut off and buried in the park at the bend of the hill, and a small cross of stone set over it with the motto, “I byde my tyme”. What had that right hand been doing? In conversation with his friends Mr. Gladstone is said to have ex- pressed regret at having given so many years to politics and to have said “How little do politics effect the life, the moral life of a nation! One single good book influences the people a vast deal more.” Al lof the above is from Harp- er’'s Bazaar, May 23, 1874 By d’Alessio THESE WOMEN! SAN Nasir Then Heaven tries earth Every clod feels a stir The cowslip startles in To be some happy The little bird sits at h And lets his illumined And the heart in he In the nice ear of And whatever of li We are happy now No matter how barren How the sap creeps That the skies are That the robin is plaste Everything is happy "Tis the natural way The soul partakes the s And the sulphurous From the Vi WV Barnyard Notes And what is so rare as a day in June? Then if ever come perfect days: By James Russell Lowell if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays: Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers; The flush of life may well be seen Thrilling back over hills and valleys; meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean creature’s palace; is door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, being o’errun With the deluge of summer it receives. His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, r dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world and she to her nest— Nature which song is the best? Now is the high-tide of the year, N fe hath ebbed away Comes flooding back with a ripply cheer Into every bare inlet and creek and bay; Now the heart is so full that a drop ovetfills it, because God wills it; the past may have been, ‘Tis enough for us now that the leaves are green; We sit in the warm shade and feel right well up and the blossoms swell; We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing clear and grass is growing; The breeze comes whispering in our ear That dandelions are blossoming near, That maize has sprouted, that streams are flowing, That . the river is bluer than the sky, ring his house hard by; And if the breeze kept the good news back, For other couriers we should not lack; We could guess it all by yon heifer's lowing— And hark! how clear bold chanticleer, Warmed with the new wine of the year, Tells all in his lusty crowing! Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how; now, Everything is upward striving; "Tis as easy now for the heart to be true, As for grass to be green or skies to be blue,— of living: Who knows whither the clouds have fled? In the unscarred heaven they leave no wake; And the eyes forget the tears they have shed, The heart forgets its sorrow and ache eason’s youth, rifts of passion and woe Lie deep 'meath a silence pure and smooth, Like burnt-out craters healed with snow. | of Sir Laynfal Dear Editor, It has been a hobby of mine to clip and save in scrap-books such wholesome bits as. the enclosed. I found this in an old man’s diary written in 1868, and thought you might find space to pass it on. Best wishes for a Bigger and Better Auction. I'm soliciting our neighborhood. Helen A. Poad An old man answering to the name of Jacob Wilmot was brought before the police court. His clothes looked as tho’ they might have been bought second-hand in his prime, for they had suffered from the rubs of the world. “What business?” chief. “None, I'm a traveler”. “A vagabond, perhaps?” “You are not far wrong. Travel- ers and Vagabonds are about the same thing. The difference is that the latter travel without money, the former without brains.” “Where have you traveled?” “All over the Continent”. “For what purpose?” “Observation.” “What have you observed?” “A little to commend, much to censure, and a great deal to laugh at”. “Humph—what mend ?” “A handsome woman who will stay at home, an eloquent preacher who will preach short sermons, a good writer who will not write too much and a fool who has sense enough to hold his tongue”. “What do you censure?” “A man that marries a girl for asked the did you com- SAFETY VALVE... will elect a drunkard to office”. “What do you laugh at?” “I laugh at a man who expects his position to command the re- spect which his personal qualifica- tions do not merit”. He was dismissed ! ! 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