GE TWO
You Know Me
Al Himself
© We got a letter from one of our
readers. We like to get letters,
so we publish it as requested:
“Noxen, Pa.
January 31, 1951
“Well Al,
“What is the matter are
you upset because you didn’t
get any publicity? If we had
used your attitude, we would
hide. But Noxen stands out
with anything and everybody.
I have been a resident of
Luzerne County and Wyoming
County, but 1 never read such
slams in any one newspaper.
The people of Noxen aren't
any different than ‘they are
in Harveys Lake. The only
difference is when Noxen starts
out to do something it is
finished up. We have some
pretty well smart people in
Noxen and in fact if you don’t
believe it ask your boss, How-
ard Risley, and I think if you
moved from H. L. and went
up on Goblers Knob your swell
head would shrink along with
modern folks. As for the Hack-
ings, they are fine people. And
for the time the bob cat ap-
peared in the paper you had
time to bring on your dogs
and game wardens. But Har-
veys Lake was called and
wasn’t interested. Maybe pub-
licity is a good thing. Torchy
is doing a wonderful business
and has left his money in
Noxen by buying property and
helping all the needy families,
where all the people we know
of has always went other
places to buy property and
spend there money. Business
people don’t usually go out in
the world to slam their neigh-
bors where they got their
bread and butter. So Al, you
owe Noxen an apology. So
while things are low you bet-
ter make an apology to the
hard working folks in Noxen.”
“A long and very inde-
pendent reader of Dal-
las Post.”
oh “Please print.”
Well, “Independent’ Reader,”
there is your letter printed as
you requested and if you think
we have ‘slammed’ the people of
Noxen we humbly apologize,
We didn’t think we “slammed”
any one in Noxen. In fact we
thought we praised them by won-
dering why any game warden in
this neck of the woods needs help
from York State when we have
such wonderful hunters here, but
sometimes persons read things
that are written, in a different
light than they are intended. We
did say that Hacking (we refer-
red to him as Hackling) was stupid
in sending for help from another
state. We have no doubt that the
Hacklings are fine people as our
letter writer says, but they do
have a game warden in their fam-
ily. We have the same thing al-
most in ours. S-s-s-h, don’t tell
many persons this, but two of our
daughters are school teachers, and
we haven't yet made up our mind
as to whether it is more stupid to
be a school teacher and work for
almost nothing than to raise a
game warden in the family that
works for less. 19
Well, at any rate the “lion” was
at last dispatched and it was done
with the neatness that we pre-
dicted would be done by local
hunters. We were amused by the
Wilkes-Barre papers stating that
it took only one shot from the
gun of Gus Bennett to bring the
bob cat down. One may as well
state that a boy scout needs two
matches to light a fire. Gus, as
many hunters we could name
around here, needs only one shot.
So' the Hacklings, Bill and Carl,
with Gus Bennett brought the bob
cat back and we were hoping that
that would end the episode, but it
doesn’t.
Persons are still telling stories
that the “lion” was really a large
dog owned by George Crispell.
Some state that Chief Swanson and
another hunter followed the tracks
right to Crispell’s farm and wound
up in the dog house. Others say
that the bob cat in the picture
printed in the Wilkes-Barre papers
with the Hacklings and Bennett
was stuffed. Another tells a tale
that the hunters came upon the
body of a decomposed deer whose
carcass had been poisoned to dis-
pose of foxes and the bobcat ate
of the meat and died there and was
frozen stiff when the Hacklings
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This morning a most unusual
event took place. Instead of being
jolted out of the arms of Morpheus
between five or six, I heard an
anguished yowl from Punchy at
quarter of seven. He was furious
with himself for sleeping so late
and was even more annoyed with
Keith (the early bird I wish would
get the worm) for being sound
asleep. He yelled, “Wake up
Keith. We've only got fifteen min-
utes to play (which interpreted
means fight) until breakfast. Keith
sprang out of bed equally pro-
voked that he had overslept and
the battle was on.
Yesterday they had started to
play covered wagon with a veng-
ence. This game calls for the beds
to be pushed together and every-
thing “they own piled onto the
beds. I had received instructions
not to disturb the covered wagon
but Norma spent half the morn-
ing getting the room ‘organized,
blissfully unaware that she was
breaking up a trip into undiscover-
ed territory. Since the room was
picked up we had prevailed upon
the boys to wait until morning to
start the trek west. Otherwise the
beds could never have been slept
in. To get packed and underway
in fifteen minutes was almost im-
possible but the boys went to work
like locusts in a wheat field and
were soon underway.
A while later I heard Keith say,
“Pretend it’s morning and all the
cowboys are getting dressed.”
Punchy was obviously annoyed,
“Cowboys listen, Fathead,
we're pioneers.” Fathead agreed
to be a pioneer at any cost. For
some unexplainable reason Punchy
had never gone all out for the
Hopalong Cassidy trend. That
coupled with the fact that we |
haven't television pratically assures
me he will grow up to be a very
difficult and maladjusted young
man. The wagon started to roll |
and there followed much shooting
and shouting at the mules. Then |
the obvious thing happened. Fat- |
head was consumed by hunger.
“Let's stop for breakfast,” he sug- |
gested. Punchy said, “Let's wait
until we get out of Indian territory.
Keith was amazed at the size of |
the Indian territory. He ventured
softly, ‘Pretend you're married
Punchy and your wife can fix our
breakfast.” “Married,” Punchy
yelled, “to a girl?” Keith said,
“No, to a lady.” Then a long
discussion about girls, ladies and
how gruesome they all were fol-!
lowed. Finally Keith said, “Bun’s
a girl.” Punchy gave that a little
thought then said, Oh, no she
isn’t.” “Then” oh yes she is, oh
no she isn’t” for a long time and
then Keith announced with all the
wisdom he could muster, “I know
what she is. She's a Mother.” He
had a good point there.
Before too much longer another
heated discussion was under way.
Whenever Keith defeats Punchy on
some score Punchy pulls off that
old chestnut about things which
occurred before Keith was born.
Keith hates all references to events
which preceded his birth. This
time Punchy tried to convince
Keith that the turkey run was
constructed before his time. Keith
remembers as vividly as any one
in the family the great big stink
about the building of the turkey
run. Norm, to this day thinks it
beautiful and well executed. Pretty
soon Fathead, the pioneer, was in
my room demanding justice. I
said, ‘Punchy, unfortunately we
were all alive before that thing
was thrown together.” “Even
Daddy,” said Keith in a smug
manner. Even Daddy was right.
Without him and thirty dollars
worth of lumber plus two hundred
and sixty pounds of misdirected
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YESTERDAY
From The Post of ten and
twenty years ago this week.
Ten Years Ago In The Dallas Post
From The Issue of
February 14, 1941
“Let Us Take Council,” a good
natured gibe at the City Fathers,
written by Fred Kiefer with lyrics
by John M. Heffernan, is about
ready for production. Members of
Dr. Henry M. Laing Fire Company
have been rehearsing for some
time past, Mrs. Harold Rood as
director. Three performances will
be given February 20 and 21 at
the Dallas Borough School.
Lehman and Dallas Townships
will give defense courses in school
shops. Seventy youths between
17 and 24 have been registered.
Two hundred and thirty dollars,
realized from the winter band
concert, will go toward uniforms
for Dallas Borough band. Vests
may possibly be made by parents,
a scheme which worked well for
the twirlers. P.T.A. will purchase
a baritone and two bass horns.
Mr. and Mrs. John Crispell,
Shavertown, have as a combined
Valentine and 57th Anniversary
present a great-grandchild, born
February 13.
Fifteen volunteer selectees will
be inducted on March 1.
Announcement has been made
of the approaching marriage of Lois
C. Mosier, Kunkle, to Allen Scat-
tergood, Germantown.
Grace Arline Mahler, Hunts-
ville, is engaged to Royal Lyne,
Jr., Trucksville. '
The wedding of Helen Holmes,
Trucksville, to Earl R. Vivian, will
take place shortly.
Marriage of Esther May and
William C. Baer, both of Outlet,
has been announced.
Melvin Mosier has recently pur-
chased four registered Holstein-
Friesians from Kis-Lyn.
Four cars of apples are being
shipped from this area to the Fed-
eral Surplus Commodities Corpor-
ation.
Hobart Odell Henson, at sea
aboard the U.S.A. New York,
follows in his father’s footsteps.
23 years ago his father, the late
Grady Henson, served on the same
dreadnought. One of Hobart’s
shipmates is Andrew Kozemchak,
Overbrook avenue.
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Harvev’s Lake
Mr. and Mrs. George Smith Jr.
of Lewistown spent the weekend
with George Smith Sr.
Mr. and Mrs. Alan Kistler have
returned after spending two weeks
in New York.
William Deets is a patient in
General Hospital where he sub-
mitted to an operation on Friday.
Henry Butler Jr. has had chicken
POX.
The Bookworm, after a period
of hibernation, is about to become
active again. That is, it will be-
come active if sufficient pressure
can be exerted upon members of
the Book Club to induce them to
sit down with a pencil, make notes
on a book which has struck their
fancy, and translate those notes
into a book review which will in-
duce other folks to read it.
The whole idea of the Bookworm
is to make other people interested
in books, giving reasons why a
certain book ‘is worth reading in
these busy days when time for re-
laxation is at a premium,
Anybody can write a Bookworm.
If you have read a book and have
enjoyed it, you can tell somebody
else about it. That is all that the
Bookworm is supposed to do, pass
on information about a book.
Literary skill and literary tricks
are not necessary. A straight-
forward account of what kind of
book it is that has interested you,
will give your readers an idea of
what it contains. Some authors
have more of a reading public than
others, so in writing a Bookworm
be sure to tell who wrote it. The
book selected must be on the Li-
brary shelves or on order, so that
people who may ask for it will not
be disappointed. x
If it is Whodunits that you are
interested in, write up a Whodunit,
giving just enough information to
wet the appetite and being very
careful not to spill the beans as
to the outcome. You would be sur-
prised at how many people read
mystery stories for escape reading.
Some of them have real literary
style and worth. Mystery stories
are old as the hills. Charles Dickens
wrote one when he wrote “Our
Mutual Friend”. Some mystery
stories verge on the tough-crime
side, and these are not worth re-
viewing.
It is wise to steer clear of con-
troversial topics in picking a book
to review. The Back Mountain re-
presents a complete cross-section
of nationalities and religions and
political beliefs. It never pays to
step on anybody's toes. There are
plenty of books on religion and
politics in the library, with a com-
plete range of points of view. It is
wise to allow people to make their
own selections on these topics.
What we need in the Bookworm
is somebody who will review some
of the new children’s books, or
children’s books which are hardly
perennials, their place in childhood
affection won by years of circula-
tion. Such a book is “Understood
Betsy’, by Dorothy Canfield, a
book which was first published in
| St. Nicholas many years ago, but
is still fresh and wholesome and
up to the minute, a book which in
my estimation should be in every
little girl's own personal library.
Mothers would do well to read this
book, for Dorothy Canfield has
written a book for mothers over
the shoulder of the child.
We need to be reminded of some
of the old time favorites. A book
does not have to be a new one to
be material for a Bookworm,
There are some Memory Books
which need reviewing in order to |.
acquaint the borrowing public with
their worth. There are books on
glass and antiques and redecorat-
ing furniture and rug making and
handcraft.
If you are interested in doing
over antique furniture and have
derived benefit from reading a book
on the subject, recommend it to
somebody else, telling just how
valuable it is, and how you applied
the information to your own prob-
lem of refinishing or upholstering.
The variety is endless. Every-
body is interested in something.
If you are asked to write a Book-
worm, don’t feel that you have to
dash to the library and swallow a
book whole. Think back to the
books you have recently read, ones
which have made a real impress-
jon on you, and tell somebody else
why you enjoyed one of them.
And finally, be one of those rare
souls who do not wait to be asked
before writing a review. If you have
a review in mind, call Mrs. Hicks |
at the Dallas Post and say you will
write it. It is impossible to know
what everybody in the community
is capable of and you may be
skipped.
Pancakes and Sausage
Men of East Dallas Methodist
Church will hold a pancake and
sausage supper -next Thursday
night. “All you can eat for the
price of a ticket,” committee mem-
bers ‘say.
To Hold Bake Sale
Jackson Township Volunteer Fire
Company Auxiliary will hold a
bake sale tomorrow in Roberts
store room at Hillside, next to
Bulford’s Store. Proceeds will be
used to equip the kitchen at the
Fire Hall. ;
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Dear Cris:
I growed.up Back of this Mountain. You was born in Virginia,
and come out to the Dorrance Duck Farm along the DeMunds Road
to make your livin’. But both of us has got somethin’ in common
in our affection of these hills and fields, streams and cricks. Both
of us knows every inch of this country like a book, like most of
the neighbors and would do anything for a fellow being that is sick,
lost a cow or hog or had his house burn down.
But nobody’d ever know it, Cris, after readin’ your spoutin’ off
in The Post. You'd think all we was interested in was a feudin’
and a hell raisin’. That ain't so.
Why, Sunday night I was out a walkin’ with Buck and a lookin’
at Jupiter and Venus friendly over there in the southwestern hori-
zon, and the moon all a shining down on the snow covered hills,
and. the first thing I knowed I crossed smack over into Dallas Town-
ship. The snow was just as pretty, the moon just as bright and
the smells just as sweet as they be in Dallas Borough.
And then I got a thinkin’ about how old Doc. Henry Laing of
Dallas Borough travelled over these hills and roads at any time of
night in any kind of weather to minister to the sick folks wherever
they lived—Dallas, Franklin, Lake, Lehman and Kingston Township;
that never made no difference. And that set me a thinkin’. “What,”
says I, “has this guy Eipper and other folks got against Dallas
Borough ?”’
Is it hatred—a hatred of little boys and girls and old folks and
the plain decent people who live in the Borough as well as in every
place out here, or is it plain cussidness? Then I remembered that
passage about your not bein’ “considered good material by the lousy
skunks” and I figured that included Dallas Township, too; and I
took another sniff of the night air and I couldn’t smell no skunks—
and so Bucky and I headed back for the Borough.
I can’t figure it, unless it is jealousy; jealous because the houses
are a little closer together in the Borough and we've got the bank,
the postoffice and the railroad station; but lookin’ at us one at a
time, man to man, what is there to be jealous about ?
You'd have a hard time pinnin’ me down to takin’ sides against
the township or of winkin’ my eye at wrongs in Dallas Borough
versus some other place. I'm fer the Back Mountain all of the time;
but at a basketball game I like to yell for the home team and ferget
about it after the last basket.
I can git madder'n hell at what a man thinks—but not at the
man. Maybe next time I see him we'll both be thinking the same
and madder'n hell at what some other guy is thinking. It's prin-
ciples, not personalities that counts.
“So,” says-I, “maybe Cris is mad because some of the younger
folks in the community is thinkin’ along different lines than he is;
and maybe Cris has a little carry over in his thinkin’ that goes
back a couple of generations.” 3
As I was sayin’, I growed up in Noxen in the shadow of Schooley’s
Mountain—in the days when the last lumber jacks was a patronizing
the local bar on pay days and a sleepin’ it off for a week after on
the straw in Bill Curley’s livery stable. You moved out to the De-
Mund’s road a mite later, but both of us remember the kind of
schools we had then—not the worst in the world, but a long way
from bein’ good. ;
Out in Noxen, the school directors figgered it was good business
and sound economy to cut the school term to six months a year.
I don’t know what was happenin’ in Dallas Township—maybe you
don't either—it was quite a ways to travel and the roads was full
of chuck holes; but I don't think the township was any center of
book learnin’. Leastways I never heard it was.
But I have heard older folks say that somebody with a bit more
imagination than the rest encouraged establishment of an academy
at Beaumont. That was before my time. And another group risked
hellfire and damation and $5,000 of their hard earned cash to set
up a good school in Dallas. They was in the minority you can bet,
and they caused a lot of stinke-atmong the folks that.thought_“@hat
was good enough for pa is good enough for the boy”.
That all happened just seventy-three years ago today. And a lot
of folks out here is still makin’ decisions on what happened seventy-
three years ago.
On February 16, 1878, Leonard Machell, James Garrahan, Ira D.
' Shaver, William J. Honeywell, Theodore F. Ryman, John J. Ryman,
Chester White, Joseph Atherholt, William Snyder, Joseph Shaver,
Jacob Rice, James G. Laing, C. A. Spencer, A. Raub, all of Dallas
and George and William Penn Kirkendall of Wilkes-Barre received
a charter for the Dallas High School Association. That was sixty-
one years after the formation of Dallas Township\in 1817. But for
73 years since 1878 folks in Dallas Township and Dallas Borough
has been a feudin’ over schools. That's more than half the years
since the Township was formed.
Now, don’t you think it’s time we quit worryin’ about those old
guys’ problems and face our own squarely and honestly ?
Don’t you think it’s time we begin pullin’ together instead of
apart? There's been a lot of changes in population, transportation
and education since then. :
I got no kids to send to any consolidated school, but you hain’t
heard me squawkin’ about what it's going to cost; and there's a
lot more out here like me and more a coming all the time.
Nobody's said it wouldn't be nice to’ have a big high school in
Dallas Township; but nobody in his right mind advocates burnin’
down the Borough building, or shootin’ the school directors, to get it.
For more than twenty years I've heard a lot of yappin’ about
getting the borough and township together, both in the township
and the borough, and for most of those years I know the Borough's
been willin’; but the Township has always hawed off over the fence:
at every suggestion—and comin’ up with nothing concrete to offer.
I've heard a lot of questions discussed pro and con—but there's
one question I've never heard asked. What the hell is it the town-
ship wants,—short of the Borough's suicide ?
Howard Risley
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February 19 - 8 PM
At which time new officers
will be elected.
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