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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
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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.
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THE POST, FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 29, 1950 Mh
Has New Job
FRANK TRIMBLE
Frank Trimble, son of Mr. and
Mrs, George Trimble, Fernbrook,
has taken employment with Evans
Drug Store, Shavertown. Frank is
a graduate of Dallas Township
High School where he was presi-
dent of his senior class. He took
the general course and also re-
ceived the American Legion Award
for outstanding leadership. He was
in both the Junior and Senior
Plays and was a substitute end
on the football team. 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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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
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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. Inspected the furnace and reported everything
under control.
By now it was 2 o'clock.
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