nice You Know Me ; By Al Himsef Isn't it grand getting up these “spring” mornings with no worries about icy roads. No more putting on chains, and taking them off after you reach Dallas. There is a place around poles 62 to 69 where oars are needed to get through, but if you know about it you can slow down so that the | spray won't deaden the engine. Maybe that place will be fixed be- fore the summer residents come to the lake. It is so easy getting in to work now that it gives us a chance to think of other things, so we looked over the newspapers. CT The first thing that struck our eye was the controversy over col- ored oleomargarine. The papers state that “Officials of the State Agricultural Depart- ~~ ment and the Pennsylvania State Grange told the Legislature that ‘repeal of the colored oleomargar- ine ban would open the door to violation of pure food laws.” J. K. Mahood, secretary of the Grange, said “The group’s opposi- tion to repeal is based ‘on a desire to help protect the consumer and general public from fraud and de- ception.”’ W. S. Hagar, Deputy Secretary of Agriculture said, “we are not opposed to the sale of colored mar- garine as long as it is not colored yellow.” “Yellow coloring sets up margarine as a substitute for but- ter, and deceives the public.” Our family has used oleo since World War I when no one ceculd buy any butter. We never de- ceived ourselves that it was any- thing else but a substitute for but- ter. We liked the price so. well that we have uszd it ever since. We never tried to deceive our dinner guests that™ it was any thing but oleo. We have been eating it, colored at home, for thirty-one years and our health is so good that we don’t pay a doctor enough to allow a deduc- tion from our income tax. ~ We believe the home coloring is a vegetable compound that is the same as used by the manufac- turer if oleo were to come to our table colored. In fact, we will even go further to state that the coloring placed in margarine by manufacturers in other states is the same kind of vegetable com- pound that is used by the dairies in - coloring butter. We haven't noticed that any one’s health has been impaired by butter coloring. What we would like to know is just why the butter churners must have an exclusive right in color- ing their product and then try to stop others from using the same thing in butter substitutes. We will admit that we have had some guests in our house that would rather eat dry toast than spread it with oleo, and that is their privilege, but we believe that we have the same right to use manufactured colored margarine as the buttter users have to use col- ored butter. You can’t buy a pound of but- ter in any store in Pennsylvania without it being artificially colored, and by the same token you can’t buy a pound of oles that is arti- ficially colored by the manufac- turer. Placing a ban on colored oleo in this state is as silly, in our opinion, as the state’s attitude in waiting for some one to be killed before it fixes the holes in the lake road betwecn poles 62 and 69. As for Mr. Hagar’s suggestion that oleo be colored other than yellow; our conclusion is that he must be a bachelor. We'd like to ask Mr. Mahood, how much less “Fraud and decep- tion” is used in artificially colored butter. 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PEACE, AND HOME, AND FREEDOM, AND OPPORTUNITY. When you need money, don’t cash your savings bonds, make a loan here instead. Your loan will be paid off, and you will still have your bonds. Open Friday Afternoons Until 5:00 P. M. For Your Convenience “Ne KINGSTON NATIONAL BANK Member Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation but in some- AT KINGSTON CORNER POUNDED 1894 THE POST, FRIDAY, MARCH 9, 1951 ey I had our day all planned but as usual things didn’t work out the after -having breakfast at Mothers I thought we would leave for Con- necticut. We didn’t have’ our tree or any decorating done and the boys had a Sunday School program to appear in that evening so I was anxious to get on home. I told Norm my plans for the day and he agreed except for the immediate departure for home. His luggage had not arrived with him and he was to meet the next New York bus on which his bags should be. We were just innocent enough to think they would be too so we said goodby to Mother and drove down to the bus station. The bus was there but no barracks bags belonging to our hero. We were assured that the bags would be on the next bus which was due to arrive two hours later. I sug- gested calling on some relatives so we did, then met the next bus. No bags. The strain was beginning to tell on the Colonel. He muttered something about going through World War II with far more bag- gage and not losing it anywhere along the line. Until three that afternoon we called on friends, relatives, and met every New York bus, and we ran out of both pa- tience and relatives at about the same time. By then Norm's ulcers were really all stirred up. He wasn’t worried about his personal belongings but he had wrapped a turkey in a white shirt and was bringing it home for our Christmas dinner. z I decided we couldn't around any longer so Norm ar- ranged for his bags to be put on the Putnam bus, when and if they ever reached Providence. By that time he had every one in the bus terminal worrying about his gear and one poor man asked him not to make such a stink about it and Norm replied, “If you think I'm of days and you'll see what a stink is really like.” home so Norma, a child psycholo- gist if I ever knew one, suggested a new version of the old word game. The one who was “It” gave the initial or initials of something pertaining to our family in con- nection with Christmas, or just per- taining to Christmas. For example C. D. Any fool knows that means Christmas Decorations. I made the mistake of guessing something correctly so I was it. I thought of a lulu. It was P. P. (Punchy’s presents) and it had everybody stopped. Norm had been quiet. In fact Wade was driving and Norm was enjoying a little turkey- less snooze in the back seat. The kids wanted him to play the game with us. We gave him the initials. “Purple pickles,” was his quick response and Wade said, “You can see Dad has food on his mind.” All the Christmas tree stands we had seen the day before had vanished into thin air so we ar- rived home treeless. I kept wait- ing for Norm to ask about the storm sash but he didn’t mention it until we were driving up the driveway. He glanced out the window and made a startling ob- servation. ‘‘There’s nothing ob- jectionable about that storm sash, Bun. In fact you can’t even no- tice it.” Punchy asked, ‘What storm sash”? and with that Norm took another look and said, “Good- night isn’t that on yet?” and I had to admit it wasn’t. Then the third degree questioning started. What did the man have to say? Why wasn’t the storm sash on? Why didn’t I call the man and say cancel the order, we'd get (Continued on Page Three) LOOK For The Name REALTOR when buying or selling real estate. The principal interest of a realtor is to see that the transaction, large or small, is com- pleted in an intelligent, ethical manner. Your local realtor D. T. SCOTT JR. Dallas 224-R-13 D. T. SCOTT and Sons REALTORS 10 East Jackson Street Wilkes-Barre, Pa. way I thought they would. Right! wait | making a stink, just wait a couple The kids were fussy on the way | ¥ MRS. T. M. B. HICKS ESTABLISHED 1889 Member Pennsylvania Newspaper Publishers’ Association A mon-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 38, 1879. Subscrip- tion rates: $2.50 a year; $1.50 six months. No subscriptions accepted for less than six months. 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He was the first casualty in the Battery. Draft Board No. 1 will call men in the draft oftener and more at a time. While volunteers flooded the services during the first months, volunteers have dropped off and more men are awaiting their re- gular numbers to be called, Sixth District Leaders are re- volting against what they consider unfair distribution of patronage. Under leadership of Peter D. Clarke, they may sponsor an independent organization. : Acme opens its enlarged market on Main Street, after extensive remodelling which has kept the market closed for the past week. Every regular army reservist will be called for duty. Men who have not received notification will report to the nearest recruiting or army post, unless they have been de- ferred. Best fine granulated! sugar, ten pounds 45 cents. The wedding of Marjorie Ide to Gleason. William Goss will take place tomorrow. Announcement has been made of the marriage of Martha Jane Wagner to John F. Wise, Lan- caster, January 11. The engagement , of Jeanne Hayden to Gerald M. Snyder has been announced, with the wedding to take place in the spring. Poultry dealers of Dallas area welcome the spring Egg Festival and hope that domestic consump- tion will serve to reduce the an- nual surplus. SEE WAYNE KING For REMODELING “Back Mountain Builder For 30 Years” Phone Harveys "Lake 4651 Connecticut Saga THE DALLAS POST ms oe pa (SATETY VALVE = | a community institution” = | territory to take every day. Stationed In Ilinois February 12, 1951 Dear Mr. Risley, How are you and the rest of the staff at the Post? I am writing this to ask you to send me the Post so I can keep up with home- town news, I guess you know by now that Herb and I have been separated. On January 24th, my birthday, he left for Omaha, Nebraska. We knew when we left that we wouldn't be together too long. I left Lackland last Thursday morning at 8 and arrived here at Scott Field Friday night. It has been raining for the last three days. As yet we have done nothing since we came except lay around the barracks and go to chow three times a day. After 5 PM our time is our own. We can go to the PX, movies, club, or the cafeteria. We won't get a Class A pass until we get into school which won’t be for about six weeks yet. We are only about 25 miles from St. Louis. I have seen a lot of country since I have been in the Air Force. So far I have been through eight states: New York, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Missouri, Oklahoma, Texas, and Arkansas. We have to fall out for chow. Tell Mr. Rood and the others at the Post that I said hello. My address is: Pvt. Kenneth D. Ide, AF 13389277 3333d Student Squadron Scott Air Force Base, Illinois. FROM KOREA February 22, 1951 Hill 203 Looking at The Han River 3rd Infantry Division Dear Howard: Well, here I am. I have a little time so I decided to drop you a line and give you the situation as to what I see here. The last few weeks we've been on the move, attacking. We've been moving through mountains where the snow was over our knees, really tough going. Well, we had so much We hit very little opposition until we moved to our last objective, then we caught hell. We usually have the air corps with us. They spot the chinks and they really work them over with machine guns and naplam bombs. The bomb covers a few hundred yards. It’s like burning gas. It cleans the whole area. | Then we move in to finish the job. | After we take the mountain we | setup a perimeter or else positions on top of the hill. It’s my job to see that wires are strung to each platoon and outposts for communi- cation to the Company Comman- der. I dig my foxhole next to the Company Commander. I handle a radio and two telephones during the night and like every night from 2 A.M. until daylight, the Chinese counterattack. Well, on this hill we had orders to hold at all cost. The Chinese attacked. They claim there were 800. We held them off that night. We had some casualties, but they really took a beating. I had my hands full. The platoon leaders would re- port where they needed artillery or planes or ammo. I would re- peat it to the Company Comman- der; he would report it to bat- talion headquarters on the two phones so we were really going for about four hours straight. The bullets were flying over the hole so we couldn’t get out, but we pushed them back. ' It’s funny be- cause before daylight they would sneak back to try and take their wounded and dead with them. They blow’ whistles and -bugles when they attack. It gets your nerves. 3 We had some casualties while we were there but every night we piled up their dead. Our machine guns stopped them. Now we're off that hill. We're on another ope looking at the river. We've been on patrol across the river on tanks but there was too much on the other side. We caught hell again, so we pulled back. I oper- ated a radio on that patrol. I've been on some tough patrols but that river is really bad. Well, Howard, I guess it's time to close now. I only hope we don’t have to go across the 38th Parallel. We have no business there and we will lose a lot of men." Let's leave the South Kor- eans finish this. We're feeding them and fighting for them. We're doing the work and losing men while they eat rice and smoke pipes. They want us to drive the Chinese back to Manchuria but they want us to do all their work. I can’t wait until this ends. I've been lucky so far, but how long | can it last? Here is how cold ‘it is here at night. This is what I wear, summer underwear, winter underwear, woolen shirt, sweater, wool pants, combat pants, three pairs of socks, shoe packs, fur jacket, parka and hood, fur hat, two pairs of gloves, pistol and car- bine. ’ Civilians bring up extra ammo and winter sleeping bags to us before dark and also our rations. You can see we wear enough. When we move we are too hot (Continued on Page Five) Richmond, Virginia " Dear Howard: - When I read your Barnyard Notes in last week’s issue of The Post Monday evening at my dead-fall (apartment) in New York, I was enthusiastic. You advocate Dads take their kids on an historic holiday, specifying our old playground, Gettsburg, among others. May I suggest that you and Myra on your next jaunt consider the Richmond, Virginia, area along that line. This is the first time I have been in Richmond and failed, at least, to walk through the Confederate Museum in wide-eyed wonder, gazing reverently at the huge sword once carried by Jeb Stuart’s equally huge lieu- tenant, Von Borcke; Jeb’s plumed hat and once brilliant yellow sash—now grown dim in shade. Or, to Battle Abby to see the fascinating murals depicting all the Confederate officers in battle scenes. And it is not far to Seven Pines and the other battle grounds, handled so bravely by the Northern troops and so poorly by “Little Mac,” or Yellow Tavern, where the dashing intrepid Stuart fell. I've been over all the ground and the urge was strong today, upon arriving here, to peek in the museum. But the angry cry by the animal Advertising, always in the rutting stage, veered me back on the trail and this was the spoor that I followed . Fred M. Kiefer Business is an ugly wench, Fred, and she leads us far from the trails we'd like to follow. Last week she led me into the slough of despond and I never did get on with the rest of that column— stuck somewhere in the red clay of Virginia—north of Culpeper Court House. But this is a continuation of my suggestion for a five-day trip by car at a cost of not more than $100 for a father and his boy or boys. : This trip starts at Wyoming Monument and covers the Revolution- ary and Civil War battlefields and historic shrines—including Rich- mond—in parts of Pennsylvania, Maryland and Virginia. I suggested it for the long Easter weekend. If the kids miss a couple of days of school, no matter and as for the old man, he doesn’t count anyway. It’s a trip that will make any kid's spine tingle and any dad’s heart glad. This is the season to visit Virginia for spring bursts early there streaking the battlesunken roads with wild honeysuckle. The car- dinals, mocking birds and scarlet tanagers flash among the hedge- rows. Every square inch of Virginia seems to have something his- toric. The ery roads you travel were once surveyed by Washington, ridden by Jefferson or tramped by Revolutionary or Civil War Armies. Leaving the Lord Culpeper, a cheerful small hotel with real southern hospitality, early in the morning while the mists hang heavy over the meadows,” we'll take the highroad to history for the second day. We could have spent longer in Culpeper County, named for Thomas Lord Culpeper, Royal Governor of the Colony of Virginia from 1680 to 1683, for during the War between the States important military engagements took place at Cedar Mountain and Brandy Station. A. P. Hill, Confederate general killed at Petersburg, was born there and Betty Washington, sister of George, and wife of Fielding Lewis is buried nearby. But we're off for Charlottesville. Take a nickel out of your pocket. Miniatured on it is Monticello, home of Jefferson—that’s our pole star for today. As the road skirts the Blue Ridge mountains on our right we know that over their lofty craigs lies the Shenandoah River and the valley made famous by Stonewall Jackson’s early campaigns. Before nine o'clock we're in Charlottesville, seat of Albermarle County, which has produced some of America’s greatest men—and horses. This is the Piedmont country. In 1781 the British Colonel Tarleton, raided Charlottesville in an attempt to capture Thomas Jefferson, then governor of Virginia and ‘the Legislature which had taken refuge there after being forced to leave Richmond. Capt. Jouett was in a tavern at Cuckoo, thirty- nine -miles east when Tarleton’s Cavalry passed. Suspecting the purpose. of the raid he rode all the way to Charlottesville to give the warning arriving a short time before Tarleton. Jefferson and most of the Legislature escaped. The first view of Charlottesville, huddled in the valley east of the Blue Ridge, are the playing fields of the University of Virginia, founded by Jefferson in 1817. Three presidents, Jefferson, Monroe and Madison were present at the laying of the cornerstone. Later in the West Range, cell-like dormitories, Edgar Allen Poe and Woodrow Wilson lived as students. The buildings were designed by Jefferson; some of the newer by Stanford White. Fraternity houses line beautifully shaded streets. Driving toward the center of town we pass the famous Lewis and Clark Memorial to Meriweather Lewis and William Clark, ex- plorers of the northwest, both born near Charlottesville. William was the younger brother of George Rogers Clark, defender of Ken- tucky and conqueror of the northwest. Did we say Albermarle county was famous for its men ? We pass through the town and up a three-mile corkscrew road chisled out of a mountainside, also probably designed by Jefferson, so legend goes, to keep visiting relatives away from Monticello. On the way we pass Michie Tavern built in 1735 on land once owned by Patrick Henry's father. Soon we reach the gate house at the incline to Monticello. We inquire of a colored woman who tells us to take the left hand road. We pass a small well-kept hillside cemetery on our right guarded by an iron fence and pause to read the tombstones—Randolph Jeff- erson and others famed in Virginia history. It is a beautiful quiet spot high above Charlottesville. Alone with the boys it is a place to become a better American. The cardinals call from the surround- ing trees and the mists rise above the distant Blue Ridge northwest of Charlottesville. We continue up the winding country road, no car has passed us. Then out onto a plateau and one of the most beautiful vistas in all America—Monticello, more beautiful than we had ever im- agined it. Here Jefferson lived from 1770 until his death in 1826. Here he began the home in 1770 and moved into the completed portion when his father’s home “Shadwell” burned that year. Two years later at 23, he brought his bride Martha Skelton to Monticello. Tell the kids, here lived a young American who not only wrote the Declaration of Independence, but was a musician, architect and more modern for his times than college kids of today. Walk through the doorway. The cannonball clock above it was a product of Jefferson’s inventive mind. It not only points the time but marks the days of the week by the decent of the weights. Jefferson streamlined a parallel ladder to wind it. He hated stairways so there is only one a little backstair case in Monticello, but beside the chimney in the dining room a dumb waiter brought wine bottles directly from the cellar, and he invented an elevator bed which could be raised during the day time and tucked away in a trap door closet. Visit the stables below the house. silo. on holy ground. : We regret to leave Monticello, but still today we have time to visit Ashlawn, two miles away, the home of James Monroe fifth Look down the underground _ President of the United States and author of the Monroe Doctrine, friend and neighbor of Jefferson. The box hedges planted by Monroe are the most beautiful in America. It is a lovely old home completely furnished. The iron ducks that guard the fireplace at the Dallas Post are mementos from the gate at Ashlawn. Surrounded by so much beauty—the heritage of the American people—we pause to reflect. We are two days away from Dallas and living in another world—a world where men sought opportunity and independence rather than security. We've lived for a moment with the founders of America. We look at the sun it has just passed its zenith. Tonight we'll stop in Richmond on the highroad to history. : 3 Walk across the lawns, observe the gold fish pond. You are § Barnyard Noes d "
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