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.
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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.
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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.
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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’
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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-
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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 ! !
A famous clergyman has said
he would advise every young man
at the outset of his career:—
First—to be a good Christian
Second—to insure his life
Third—to get a good wife
—: Then he will be happy: —
Nothing on earth can smile but
human beings.
Mrs. Theodore Poad
Shavertown, Pa.
Afton, N. Y.
Dear Friends,
It makes me feel not so far from!
home. How I wish I could have
attended Carrie Smith's funeral.
We were so close when we were
girls, went to school together at
one time. Such a jolly person.
I asked Dayton Long to gather
up some news for you, he is where
he can get so much. Brother's
wife is coming along fine.
I bet Mrs. T.M.B. misses me.
Bess Klinetob
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