i) A PAGE TWO . BROADWAY AND MAIN STREET o Black Lace Negligee, Little Lie Pleases Dying Woman By BILLY ROSE _ The other day I got the following letter from a lady who is con- valescing in a Montreal hospital: Dear Mr. Rose: Three weeks ago I was operated on for a leg infection, and since then I've been taking it easy, a little too sick to leave the hospital and a little too well to keep from having the fidgets. Consequently, I've been some- thing of a busybody, wandering around rooms and corridors and passing the time of day with other patients. happened to come across a story which you might like to use in your | column. It has to do with a black lace negligee that I got for Christmas a couple of years ago—one of those lovely bits of peek- a-boo that every woman adores. Un- fortunately, how- ever, I'm more the pajama type, and so ever since I got it it’s been packed away in a bureau drawer. When I was rushed to ‘the hos- pital last month, my sister stuffed everything that looked iike bed-ap- parel into a valise and brought it around to my room, and sure enough, on top was the negligee. And sure enough again, it went right back into a bureau, this time a white one. Billy Rose * ”. * RECENTLY, HOWEVER, |! fi- nally got to use the negligee, and the way it happened was like this. A few doors down the corridor from me there was a Mrs. Benoise who was suffering from ‘a disease with a long Latin name that I can’t eyen remember, but what it amounted to was & creeping par- alysis which had started at her toes, worked its way up to her ab- domen and was steadily moving to- ward the heart. And as if that weren't encugh trouble, shortly after the woman had checked into the hospital her husband had been badly hurt in an auto crash—he had driven his car head-on into a truck which was parked without lights. Last week when the paralysis got up to within inches of Mrs. Benocise’s heart the doctors de- cided to let the couple see each other for that would probably be the last time. | was in Mrs. Ben- oise’s room when they told her - about the ‘visit, but instead of pepping ber up it seemed to make ber more miserable thai ever. When 1 asked ber whal was the matter, she said it was probably silly but she knew she looked a ) sight and’ she bated for ber bus- 4 band to see her in hospital clothes with ber bair and face not fixed. pened, Mr. you shuffle the facts around a bit During my wheelchair travels I I had a talk with the nurse, and with the permission of the doctor we brushed back Mrs. Benoise's hair and put some make-up on her face, and for a final touch I got out my black lace negligee and slit it up the back so we could put it on her without having to move her around. And I'm not exaggerating when I say that when the dying woman saw herself in a mirror she looked happy for the first time in weeks. OF COURSE, we all skedaddled when her husband was wheeled in, his head bandaged and most of his body in a cast. And a couple of hours later the doctor came and told me that Mrs. Benoise wanted to thank me for the use of the negli- gee. Well, she could hardly talk, she was that excited. Her husband, it seemed, had complimented her ’ on how lovely she looked and told her that as soon as he got out of the hospital he was going to buy her a dozen negligees like the one she was wearing. And just before they wheeled him out he promised her that he would be around the next morning, please wear the negligee again. and asked her to He didn’t get back, however, be- cause that night Mrs. Benoise died, and everything considered I guess it was just as well, Yesterday, when the doctor came in to see me, we got to talking about Mrs. Benoise, “I'm glad 1 finally found some use for that silly negligee” 1 said. "At least Mr. Benoise will always remember bow pretty his wite looked the last time be saw ber.” “l bate to disappoint you” the doctor said, “but Mr. Benoise couldn’s see ber. He lost bis sight in that car smash-up, and before 1 brought him into bis wife's room 1 carefully briefed him on ber make-up and how she looked in your negligee.” Anyway, that’s the way it hap- Rose, and perhaps if t might make a story. Sincerely, Charlotte Ferguson. LEHMAN HEIGHTS Cider Press Pressing Monday, Wednesday and Friday evenings at 5PM. 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He is a | member of the 967th Field Artil- | lery of the National Guard. Lions Appoint New Committees Community Day Wins All Out Support Plans for an energetic campaign to conform with the principles of Lionism were made last Wednesday night by executive committee of Old Toll Gate Lions Club at a meeting in Kingston Township tax office, Shavertown. Numerous pro- jects were discussed. George Howe, presided and announced appoint- ments on standing committees. Support was pledged for the turkey supper at Dallas Township High School, September 30th for Back Mountain Community Center. President Howe, announced per- sonnel of committees: Attendance, Martin Walsh, George Prater, and Samuel Patner; Constitution and By-Laws, Stanley Shewan, Herman VanCampen, Warren Unger; Con- vention, Owen Williams; Finance, Albert Pesevento, Ted Poad, John Kelly, Robert Williams; Lions In- formation, Robert Williams, Owen Williams; Membership, B. William- son, Stanley Shewan, Daniel Boyle. Program and entertainment, P. M. Winter, Martin Walsh, Samuel Patner; publicity, P. M. Winter, William Rowlands, Joseph Blazes; agriculture, Joseph Blazes; boys and girls work, Ralph Gearhart, Warren Unger, and Chet Hartman; citizenship and patriotism, Chet Hartman, H. Conrad; civic improve- ment, Lear Wagner, William Dier- olf; education, Albert Pesevento, Peter Blazes; health and welfare, Dr. A. A. Mascali, Rev. Frederick W. Moock, Jr.; safety, Samuel Pat- ner, Chet Hartman; sight conser- vation, Rev. Frederick W. Moock, Jr., Albert Pesevento, Dr. A. A. Mascali, Charles Wagner; United Nations, Com. Warren Unger. Attending were: George Howe, president; Charles Wagner, vice- president; Robert Williams, vice- president; George Prater, secretary; Ted Poad, treasurer; Martin Walsh, Tailtwister; Chet Hartman, Lion Tamer; Rev. Frederick W. Moock, Jr.,, and P. M. Winter, directors. The next meeting of the club will be held Tuesday night, at Colonial Inn, Fernbrook. 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Local display advertising rates 060c per column inch; specified . position 60c per inch. Classified rates Sc Minimum charge B50c. 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 per word. will appear in a specific issue. In no case will such items be taken on Fhursdavs. 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 ONLY YESTERDAY From The Post of ten and twenty years ago this week. Ten Years Ago in the Dallas Post, September 27, 1940 Work on the new highway, a vital link in possible hemisphere defense, is far ahead of schedule, due to mild weather and efficient operation. The Fred Kiefers have come out of the Canadian wilderness with a bag of two grizzlies, four mountain goats, one moose and two timber wolves, reported in a wire to the Post from Edmonton, Alberta. Bloomsburg Fair is drawing rec- ord crowds from the Back Moun- tain. Analysis shows that Wendell Willkie will take a three-to-one lead in this section of Pennsylvania. Until the time of the Civil War, Dallas was a democratic strong- hold, but the republican party has been gaining ever since, with a reverse during the early years of Franklin Roosevelt's administration. Two years ago this was curbed, and democratic power once more waned. The name “Back Mountain” bowed to a suggested ‘‘Suburban Hills” during last week’s balloting for a possible new name for the Back Mountain region. Miss Clara Smith and William Rifenbery, both of Beaumont, were married Tuesday evening. Rev. R. S. Smith, a cousin of .the bride, performed the ceremony. The Fifth Grade Activity Club, recently formed in Dallas Borough School under sponsorship of Miss Elizabeth Morgan, fifth grade teacher, meets every other Friday afternoon and is designed to pro- mote interest in hobbies. Home From Hospital After Car Accident Mrs. John Wardell, Carverton, was discharged Sunday after four days at Nesbitt Hospital following injuries received in an automobile accident Thursday morning. Lacer- ations of the mouth and chin are still bandaged, making eating al- most impossible, but there is not- able improvement, and every hope that there will be no permanent scars. Another X-Ray will shortly be made. or The children, two boys of three and five, with Mrs. Wardell when the new Buick made -its plunge into Abrams Creek after failing to straighten out after a curve, mirac- ulously escaped injury. Mrs. War- dell, helped to her home by the rural carrier, Nelson Lewis, had medical attention and was then driven to the hospital by her hus- band. Sid = Poet's Corner GOING HOME (Dedicated to Elgie Prutzman Woolbert) Away from life's storms, Its anguish, pain and care, Safely ’'neath His healing hand, She rests in comfort there. Amidst the Master's angel throng, She takes exalted place, And happiness sublimely sweet Creeps o'er her lovely face. tempestuous A mantle rich, He places now Upon her fragile form, Aglow with starlight radiance, Her goodness to adorn. Upon her brow, a diadem He sets with loving care And she becomes of royal birth In His great mansion there. She walked with grace upon this earth, All creatures great and small, Each flower in its dainty bud, She dearly loved them all. She could not stay, for from afar, Because He loved her well, The Master called her gently home For e'er, with Him to dwell. —NMrs. Frederic W. Anderson Women of Rotary Dine At Irem Country Club Women of Rotary held their din- ner meeting at the Country Club on Thursday evening, with Mrs. Raymon Hedden presiding. Table decorations were fall flowers. It was announced that several wheel-chairs are now available. Those in need of one may arrange for it by calling Mrs. Paul Mulcey. Members present were: Mes- dames Raymon Hedden, Nesbitt Garinger, L. F. Kingsley, James Besecker, Warren Yeisley, George Metz, David Williams, Dale Parry, Charles Roberts, Harry Smith, Rob- ert Bodycomb, Edward Keller, Dan Robinhold, David Jenkins, Joe Seckara, Francis Ambrose, Harold Titman, Charles W. Lee, Harold Payne, Jack Richardson. Guests were Mrs. L. Clemons, Philadelphia, and Hrs. Bud Hallo- oway, Fort Pierce, Florida. Bicyclist Travels In Twenty-Four States Gene Schooley, seventeen year old Trenton, N.J., senior student, former Back Mountain resident, has arrived home after a ten week trip by Schwin Paramount bicycle through the western states. Places visited were Wisconsin Dells, Twin Cities, Minp., North Dakota Bad- lands, Yellowstone National Park, Mt. Rainier, Wash., Tacoma, Wash., Seaside, Oregon, Mt. Shasta, and San Francisco, Cal., Las Vegas, Nevada, the famous Hoover Boulder Dam. He traveled through twenty- four States and visited thirteen State capitals. Mrs. Alfred Bronson Hostess To Senior Board Executive Board, Dallas Senior Woman's Club, met Monday with Mrs. Alfred Bronson, Sweet Valley, Mrs. Jonathan Valentine presiding. Reports were submitted by Mrs. H. M. Strub, secretary, Miss Mary Weir, treasurer, Mrs, Jack Richard- son, corresponding secretary and Mrs. Herman Thomas, finance chairman, Mrs. Ross Lewin was appointed hospitality chairman. Mrs. Betty Turn, program chairman, announ- ced that a school film will be shown at the October meeting. Refreshments were served to: Mesdames Dan Robinhold, David Jenkins, H. M. Strub, Milford Shav- er, D. M. Hutchison, Dan Richards, Jack Barnes, Jack Richardson, Her- man Thomas, Joseph Schmerer, George Turn, Harold Payne, Al- fred Bronson, Ross Lewin, Jona- than Valentine, Donald Clark, and Misses Mary Weir and Mildred Mrs. Grove Anderson Entertains W.C.T. U. Mrs. Grover Anderson entertain- ed members of Dallas = District W.C.T.U. at a covered dish supper at her home at Harveys Lake last Tuesday. Mrs. E. R. Parrish pre- sided. R Attending were County President, Mrs. Edward King; vice president, Mrs. John Sorber and officers, Mrs. Laura Jones, Mrs. Minnie Samuels, Mrs. Lena LeQuatte, Mrs. Walter Williams, Mrs. Sarah Ellsworth and Miss Gertrude Garrison. Members on the sick and shut- in list are Miss Letha Wolfe, Gen- eral Hospital, Mrs. Dan Waters, at home, Mrs. A. A. Neely and Mrs. Aseneth Davis, shut-ins. Members present were, Mesdames William Higgins, Dorey Rogers, E. R. Parrish, Minnie Hoover, J. J. Hadsel, Mattie Hadsel, J. C. LaBar, Carlton Reed, Lillian Arnold, C. S. Smith, A. P. Starr, Josephine Love- land, Edward Stair, Laura Smith, Ruth Schroeder, Harold Payne, Elizabeth Hildebrant, M. A. Scott, H. G. McCullogh, Ray Searfoss, Herbert Riley, H. F. Reilly, Ernest Fritz, Arch Major, Edna Pace, Earl Weidner; Misses Estella Goldsmith, Elizabeth Parks; Rev. Ruth Under- wood; ‘Mrs. Anderson and Mr. An- derson. § Barnyard Notes Everything was in order on Lehman Avenue Monday night as I drove the Plymouth into the barn at 12:15. Over my shoulder I saw the kitchen lights burning cheerfully from my mother’s house across the way. Still up. She must be reading the paper or canning corn, I thought, as I absentmindedly closed the doors and slipped the lock in the hasp. Then I jogged up the walk to my own house, punching the button that turned the lights off on the barn as I entered the kitchen. I glanced at the Leader and the notes left on the kitchen table by Myra. Plenty of work outlined for the following morning. I reached for a bottle of milk from the refrigerator, a refreshing drink before going up stairs to bed—as the telephone in the library faintly tinkled. It was not a ring for the operator—or our ring; but a tinkle of the bell as though something might have brushed against it. I picked up the receiver, “Hello!” There was no answer. The operator impatiently interrupted. “Number, please.” “What's the matter with you—I've been trying to answer your ring?” “Perhaps it’s my mother calling,” I cut in, ice in my words. “Hello, mama, is it you?” There was no answer. Only the metallic sound of a receiver pressed against the transmitter of the calling phone. “Maybe she thinks it's too late to disturb me,” I thought, “but I better run over and see.” The lights were still burning brightly in her kitchen as I hurried up her porch steps. I pushed the button beside the door; I leaned on it; there was no reply. Then I opened her door with my key. A flood of pungent, warm coal gas, drove the cigarette odors out of my nostrils. I sensed the trouble at once. Running to the kitchen I found my mother slumped on a chair beside the telephone, the receiver dangling limply from its cord. Her face was as blue as the powder blue dress she wore! “I'm awfully sick,” she moaned. I helped her to the sink where she retched and vomited. “We must get out of here quickly,” I urged, and pulled her to the porch where she slumped in a chair. I covered her with blankets, opened all the house windows and doors, and called Dr. H. G. Gallagher who came at once. A swell guy if there ever was one! Later I got the story. She had started the furnace fire earlier in the evening, with the usual smoke from a damp furnace, unused during the summer. She had opened the cellar doors and windows for a while, then closed them preparatory to going to bed. She became suddenly very dizzy and crawled up the cellar stairs on her hands and knees. She remembers falling asleep at the head of the stairs; then awakening with a lump on her head. Actually she had lost consciousness as she came through the door and in falling struck her head against a hot water pipe. This jolted her back to her senses. Instinctively she crawled across the floor to the telephone, barely conscious, and just strong enough to give the handle a weak turn. The gap between life and death is so close that had she rung the bell five minutes earlier or five minutes later, I should never have heard it. “Ten minutes more in that gas filled room,” Dr. Gallagher said, “ and we might not have been able to save her.” He and I carried her across the street to my house. in the chair in which I had placed her. She was too weak to walk. Then we laid her on the sofa in the living room and called Jim Besecker to bring the Dr. Henry M. Laing Fire Company Resuscitator and oxygen. Jim answered immediately. Within a matter of minutes, he was coming up our walk closely followed by Charlie Flack. They put the case on the living room floor, and quickly opened the lid re- vealing the shining tanks, bright nickel valves and fittings. They worked quietly and efficiently. There was a hiss of life-giving oxygen as they turned the valves while Dr. Gallagher applied the soft rubber mask to my mother’s face—holding his hand on her pulse. “Breathe deeply,” he said gently. The mask pulsated. “Faint color returned to my mother’s cheeks. “You're ‘ok’ now,” the doctor smiled. ‘But my head is so cold,” my mother said. From the black case on the floor, Jim and Charlie produced sanitary towels which they placed around the edges of the mask. I relaxed. Everything was “ok”.” There was a knock at the back door. I answered it. There, flashlight in hand, stood Al Shafer. With Jim, he went over to my mother’s house. Checked from cellar to garret for fire. 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