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By William J. Robbins Jr.
* Why anyone should doubt that
a storm can be split with an
Indian tomahawk or hatchet by
driving the peen end into the
ground and the blade turned into
the wind, is quite beyond me. Sev-
eral people from Dallas witnessed
this feat on two successive Sun-
days ‘this past summer. Harry
Moore of the Center Hill section
said he would not believe it, even
though he was present on both
occasions. ]
(Elitor’s note: Somebody pulled
the hatchet out of the ground later
and it started to rain like crazy.)
During this season (Indian sum-
mer) when leaves start their
transfiguration into innumerable
hues I can’t help feeling slightly
depressed, for we are heading into
the season that brings so much
suffering. All vegetation is enter-
ing its dormant stage and cer-
tainly human resistance ebbs too.
Sniffles are noticeable even when
daytime temperatures hover in the
seventies.
I'd walk to Binghamton N. Y.
if there were a chestnut tree
standing with overted burrs that
would loose their fruits with the
fling of a club, or a thump on the
trunk with a large rock. Who re-
members the flavor?
I can’t understand why my pro-
gram had to be so arranged that
I couldn’t don my Robinhood uni-
form and take to the woods for
deer. Plans for next year will be
made far in advance of the season,
believe me.
My little beagle is in top shape
and if the weather is near normal,
I should have my four rabbits by
noon of the first day. Hope it’s not
as hot as last year.
The turkey population seems to |
be a little larger than last year.
In addition to natural hatchings,
the Game Commission released
785 beautiful birds. Will be glad
to lay up my shot-gun if Lady
Luck would smile upon me, and
send a nice gobbler in my direc-
tion.
There were too many accidents
in our State last year. 467 re-
corded. Fifteen resulting in death.
PLEASE BE CAREFUL.
I can’t understand why the in-
terest in duck hunting seems to
wane certain years. Maybe’ the
Game Protectors ' work overtime
and scare off a lot of would-be
duck hunters. I know one fellow
who was fined for shooting a duck
while talking to a Protector five
minutes after the closing hour.
This chap never committed a vio-
lation of law, civil or game, prior
to this incident. Explanation: his
watch was eight minutes slow.
There have been' a good many
tales about Indian Summer, but
one that lingers is: Manitau, the
Great Spirit arranged it so corn
could be harvested and cached for
winter months, We are certain to
have a Squaw winter before spring
and this ,so say the Indians, is the
work of Oc-ton or evil Spirit.
Bear season is getting closer and
I'd like a crack at one. Last year
354 legal ones were killed in this
State. Have only seen one since
last year and that was in the Po-
conos, an enormous brute.
Two squirrels have carried from
the feeder on the white oak tree
in front of our home seven and
one-half pecks of butternuts. If
they desire more food they will
have to get used to peanuts even
though this is not natural food for
a sciuroid rodent
Two aromas are nearly fors
gotten. One from a blacksmith
shop caused by the searing of a
hot shoe against a horse hoof. The
other from a saddler or harness
shop wax-pot used for waxing
thread, intermingled with the odor
of fresh cut leather.
There is in the center of New
York City a Smith standing at his
forge but much of the charm of
the shop has disappeared, for
motors operate the fan, and horse
shoes are bought in various sizes
that require little if any shaping.
In my travels throughout the
State back in 1942 and 1943 I
happened to find a saddle-maker
in a little town called Blue Ball,
not too far from Lancaster. The
ex-cowpuncher from South Dakota,
and perhaps 50 years of age, is
carrying on a trade that is nearly
a lost art in this part of our coun-
try. All the romance and odors of
the West are present and the little
shop hums with activity most of
the time. Hal Brown is a leather
worker and prices range from
$250.00 up, depending on the
amount of tooling and silver that
adorns his saddles. Hand-carved
Prohibition Convention.
Newark, Delaware
October 18, 1951
Dear Editor,
I thought you and the people
back home would like to know of
plans made for the Prohibition Na-
tional Convention which will be
held in the First Baptist Church
in Indianapolis, Indiana, on Novem-
ber 13, 14, and 15 of this year,
at which time presidential and vice-
presidential nominees for the 1952
election will be selected. The church
is directly across the street from
the Spink Arms Hotel which will
be the Convention headquarters.
It is expected that a number of
Prohibition leaders will speak in
Indianapolis churches on Sunday,
November 11, among these will be
Paul M. Gaffic of New Castle, Pa.
who spoke at the Dallas Camp
Grounds in August. Mr. McGaffic is
State treasurer of the Pennsylvania
Committee.
Plans are being made to charter
a 37 passenger Greyhound Coach
to leave Wilkes-Barre November
12 and return November 16 at a
single return fare of $25.99. It is
hoped that many local temperance
and prohibition workers will be on
the chartered bus. Those wishing
reservations should contact me at
the above address.
The new National Chairman, Rev.
Gerald Overholt, a native of Kan-
sas, and long identified with church
work in Texas, is busy making final
plans for the convention. It is
expected that a New Chairman of
The Youth Division of the Pro-
hibition Party will be named in
the very near future.
' Pennsylvania will be allowed to
seat about 70 delegates at the
In the
1948 Campaign, Dale H. Learn of
East Stroudsburg, was his party's
choice for Vice-President, running
on a platform of good government
with Claude A. Watson of Califor-
nia as canidate for President.
I am planning to go either on
the chartered bus or direct from
Newark.
Very truly yours,
Albert J. Crispell
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can be bought, but for a look and
good sniff there is no charge.
It’s been said over and over that
man is responsible for nine out of
ten forest fires. Let's all be extra
cautious and not destroy that
which cannot be replaced in the
few years of our alloted time.
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YESTERDAY
From The Post of ten and
twenty years ago this week.
From The Issue Of
October 24, 1941
Two citizens, cited for failing to
shut off their lights during last
week's blackout, protest bitterly
that they did not hear the signals
though waiting all evening for the
siren.
Dorothy Moore, Dallas Postoffice,
is appointed secretary of Dallas
Civil Service Board,
Louise Roushey, teacher in King-
ston Township schools for 12
years, will lead Girl Scouts at
Bloomsburg.
A. J. Sordoni offers donation of
$500 to construction of a Com-
munity Building,
Jim Hutchison reports that more
and more local farmers are adopt-
ing measures to control erosion.
Fifty-three women enrolled in
the Red Cross Canteen Course
taught by Mrs. Mae Townend.
It's the Marriage Moon:
Rita Beardsley, Dallas, is mar-
ried to Earl Nielson, Forty Fort.
Ethel Harris, Alderson, marries
Otis Allen, also of Alderson.
Margaret Roberts becomes Mrs.
Jacob Harris, with Rev. David Mor-
gan performing the ceremony at
Alderson.
Mary - Cherfin, Shavertown, be-
comes the bride of Robert Math-
ers, Trucksville.
Alice Hadsel, Lehman, marries a
former Shavertown man, William
Donachie, now of Scranton.
Kingston Township students sold
cookies Wednesday afternoon for
benefit of the Athletic Fund.
Laing Fire Auxiliary met at the
home of Mrs. Arthur Newman
Tuesday evening. Three new mem-
bers were welcomed. f
The tussle between Herb Lundy
and Wilson Ryman for Dallas
Township tax collector is steaming
up.
Find your name on the classified
ad page and get a free ticket to
Comerford Theatre.
Jeanette McDonald
Through”.
No split in the GOP ranks, says
Peter Clark, district chairman.
With Capitol Airlines
| John L. Houser, son of Mrs. Ruth
L. Houser of Shavertown, recently
was graduated from the Aircraft
Maintenance Course of the Academy
of Aeronautics, LaGuardia Airport,
New York.
Immediately after graduation he
was offered a position with the
Capitol Airlines, Washington, D.C.
Prior to attending the Academy
of Aeronautics, he attended and
in “Smilin
was graduated from the Kingston
Township High School.
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This week we are going to
loaf, At a recent meeting of
Lake Township Parent-Teach-
ers Association we heard Mrs.
David Price speak on “Teen-
Age Drug Addiction.” We en-
joyed her talk so much we
thought you might like it in
our column this week.
Mrs, Price said:
I feel safe in saying that during
the past 6 months most of us have
picked up our favorite magazine
and seen an article on teen-age
drug addiction—this dreadful new
curse that seeks to exploit our boys
and girls, Perhaps you read the ar-
ticle thoroughly giving it careful
consideration or maybe you just
skimmed over it lightly, thinking,
“How horrible! How glad I am that
we live in a community where
such things can’t happen.” But be-
fore you assume that “It can’t hap-
pen here”, let's go over the facts
a bit.
At Lexington, Kentucky there is
a U. S. Public Service Hospital for
drug adicts. I should like to quote
Dr. Victor H. Vogel . . . ‘The young
addicts we find in our files come
from Chicago, New York, Washing-
ton, New Orleans, Newark, Louis-
ville, Dayton, Cincinnati, Cleveland,
Toledo, St. Louis, Kansas City, De-
troit and a number of small towns.
Teen-age drug addiction is no
regional phenomenon. It has blan-
keted the nation. Up to now the
dope peddlers worked mainly in
underprivileged neighborhoods, but
addiction caught on elsewhere like a
fad—except that unlike hot rods,
bebop and blue jeans, it's a fad
that youngsters can’t let go of. It
has leaped across the railroad
tracks . . . just last week I heard
a lawyer say over the radio there
were some cases in Wilkes-Barre.
(at the Lake) live in a compara-
tively rural community, but when
summer comes the character of
our locale changes greatly. We be-
come a crowded, busy community
whose life is primarily devoted to
vacation living, fun and frolic. Then
our population is a mixture of folk
from all over. Our children enjoy
these contacts but how can we be
sure of what they are exposed to?
We can't! ;
“The September Reader’s Digest
carried an article entitled, “A
Short But Horrible Life.” What a
descriptive title for an article on
teen-age drug addiction! Are you
wondering what series of events
can change a normal, happy-go-
lucky teen-ager to a bundle of hu-
man misery ?
Frequently a pusher may wait in
the street near a school building
or playground. He may start a con-
versation with the teen-ager and
ask him if he doesn’t want a new
experience or a lift? Then he will
offer the curious youngster a mari-
juana ‘cigaret, morphine, cocaine or
heroin and tell him if he likes it to
come around tomorrow for more.
In the course of a few days he
may give the child three or four
doses. Now the child has developed
a strong desire for it—at this point
the pusher has him in his clutches.
He will tell the youngster he
cannot continue to give the sub-
stance for nothing, that he must
pay for it. Presently the youngster,
now an addict, is using his allow-
ance, lunch money, baby sittiing
money to buy the stuff. But the
body’s tolerance to heroin builds
up so quickly that he must have
more and more. He begins to steal
objects from his home, but finally
even this isn’t enough, so he makes
a deal with the pusher. He buys a
pack (a one-sixteenth oz. package)
each day for $13. He apportions it
into 25 capsules. He keeps 12 for
himself and gets his $13 back by
selling the other 13 to his friends
for $1 a piece.
“No wonder so many times when
a teen-ager is asked how he got
started, he will say, “A friend got
me started.” Friend, indeed! The
dope peddler knows if he can hook
five youngsters in a neighborhood
within a few weeks, he will soon
be selling to fifty. His live bait will
hook the others for him. As one
15-year-old said, “The only way I
could carry on was to become a
pusher myself.”
come a full-fledged drug addict in
fourteen to thirty days.
“Once a victim becomes addicted
he gets no pleasure out of his shot.
But he must have it. He suffers
unspeakable agonies because his
dope accustomed body urgently de-
mands it. Every nenve and organ
from his soles to his scalp begins
torturing him. He vomits, sweats,
hideous cramps gripe his stomach.
He has diarrhea. He jerks and
twitches, his nose runs. Morbid
fears assail him.
“He cannot voluntarily stand
this, No human can. He will do
anything to get dope. :
“The youngster is abnormally
sleepy and no longer cares about
school work or a job or sports. He
becomes cranky, lies readily and
stupidly. In the morning his pillow
is wet with perspiration. He loses
weight.
“Let's be realistic. The drug
racket is nothing but a business
run by shrewd operators—a dia-
bolical business, certainly, but run
solely for profit . . , What are we
going to do about it?
“Are we going to sit back and
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“From September to June, we’
in which she puts the blast on sin very good, and boosts religion
‘owners of same may step forward at once. But no one steps forward.
. very great mystery, but the next thing anybody knows, he is saying
cent eyes and one night The Sky runs into her walking on Forty- -
“Remember a teen-ager can be- |
I make no hit with my brother-in-law because I prefer to read
his old books rather than watch his television while Myra and
I are stopping there for the evening. I am less popular when
I run across the late Damon Runyan’ famous short love story,
“Guys and Dolls,” basis for the Broadway hit show by the same
‘title. In case you have never read it, I've boiled it down for .
your entertainment.
Of all the high players this country ever sees, there is no doubt
but that the guy they call The Sky is the highest. In fact the
reason he is called The Sky is because he goes so high when it comes
to betting on any proposition whatever. He will bet all he has and
nobody can bet more than that.
He is originally out of a little town in Colorado where he learns
to play cards and shoot craps and one thing and another. When
he finally cleans up all the loose scratch around his home town and
decides he needs a little more room, his old man, who is‘something
of a sport himself, says to him. “Son,” the old guy says, “no matter
how smart you get, remember this; Someday, Somewhere,” he says,
“a guy is going to show you a brand new deck on which the seal is
never broken, and this guy is going to bet you that the jack of spades
will jump out of the deck and squirt cider in your ear. But, son’,
the old guy says, “do not bet him, for if you do, you are going to
get an earful of cider.”
Well, The Sky remembers what his old man says, and he is al-
ways very cautious; so he makes few mistakes as he goes along.
He is maybe thirty years old, a tall guy with a round kisser and
big blue eyes. But The Sky is by no means as innocent as he looks.
In fact The Sky is smarter than three Philadelphia lawyers, which
makes him very smart, indeed, and wherever there is any action in
the way of card playing, or crap-shooting, or horse racing, or betting
on the baseball games, The Sky is always moving around the coun-
try following the action.
But while The Sky will bet on anything whatever, he is a great
hand for propositions such as are always coming up among citizens
who follow games of chance for a living.
The first time he ever shows up around this town, he goes to the
Polo Grounds with several prominent citizens, and buys himself
a sack of peanuts which he dumps in his pocket. He is eating pea-
nuts all through the game, and after the game he is walking across
the field with the citizens and says like this:
“What price,” The Sky says: “I cannot throw a peanut from sec-
ond base to home plate?”
Well everybody knows that a peanut is too light, so Big Nig, the
crap shooter, who always likes to have a little of the best of it run-
ning for him, speaks as follows: :
“You can have three to one from me, stranger,” Big Nig says.
“Two C's against six,” The Sky says, then he stands on second
base, takes a peanut out of his pocket, and not only whips it to the
home plate, but on into the lap of a fat guy who is still sitting in the
grandstand.
Well, naturally, this is a most astonishing throw, indeed, but
afterwards it comes out that The Sky throws a peanut loaded with
lead, and, of course, it is not one of the Polo Grounds peanuts, either,
as no one is selling peanuts full of lead at a dime a bag, with the
price of lead what it is.
I am only telling you this to show you what a smart guy The Sky
is, and I am only sorry I do not have time to tell you about many
other very remarkable propositions that he thinks up outside of his
regular business.
Now, one Sunday evening The Sky is walking along Broadway and
comes upon a little bunch of mission workers who are holding a
religious meeting, such as mission workers love to do of a Sunday
evening, the idea being that they may «found up a few sinners here
and there, although personally I always claim the mission workers
come out too early to catch any sinners on that part of Broadway.
At such an hour the sinners are still resting in bed from their sin-
ning of the night before so they will be in good shape for more sin-
ning later on.
There are only four of these mission workers, and two of them ]
are old guys, and one is an old doll, while the other is a young doll 3
who is tooting on a cornet. And after a couple of ganders at this
young doll, The Sky is a goner; for this is one of the most beautiful
young dolls anybody ever sees on Broadway. Her name is Miss Sara
Brown.
She is tall and thin and has a first class shape, and her hair is
light brown going on blonde, and her eyes are like I do not know
what, except they are one-hundred-percent eyes in every respect. \
Furthermore she is not a bad cornet player. One of the old guys
with her has a bass drum but he does not pound it hard enough.
Well, the Sky stands there listening to Miss Sara Brown tooting
on the cornet for quite a spell, and then he hears her make a speech
quite some and says if there are any souls that need saving the
Now, from that time on The Sky does not take any interest in any-
thing but Miss Sara Brown and any night she is out on the corner
with the other mission workers, you will see The Sky standing
around looking at her, and naturally after a few weeks of this, Miss
Sara Brown must know The Sky is looking at her, or she is dumber
than seems possible. And nobody ever figures Miss Sara Brown is a
dumb. Ll i
How The Sky becomes acquainted with Miss Sara Brown is a {
hello to her, and she is smiling at him out of her one-hundred- per-
ninth Street, and says it is a nice evening, which it is, and The Sky
says: “How is the mission dodge going these days? Are you saving
any souls 7” ;
Well it seems the soul-saving is very slow indeed, these days.
“In fact,” Miss Sara Brown says, “I worry greatly about how few
souls we seem to save. Sometime I wonder if we are lacking grace.”
She goes on up the street, and The Sky says, “I wish I can think
of some way to help this little doll, especially in saving a few souls.”
But The Sky does not get to see her again because somebody
weighs in the sacks on him by telling her he is nothing but a pro-
fessional gambler, and that his only interest in the mission is be-
cause she is a good-looking doll. So all of a sudden Miss Brown
plays plenty of chill for The Sky. She does not care to accept any
more of his potatoes in the collection box because his potatoes are
nothing but ill-gooten gains.
Of course the crap games that are going on around this time are |
nothing much because practically everybody in the world is broke; {
but there is a game run by Nathan Detroit above a garage on Fifty-
Second Street. But The Sky only stands around watching the play
talking with other guys who are also standing around watching, and
many of these guys are very high shots in the gold rush days, al-
though many of them are now as clean as a jaybird, or maybe cleaner.
One of these guys is Brandy Bottle Bates who is not playing, but
who is a pretty slick gambler and a fast man with a dollar when he
is in the money. Finally the Sky asks why he is not playing and
Brandy laughs, “I have no potatoes, and in the second place I doubt
if it will do me much good if I have potatoes the way I am going
the past year. Why, I cannot win a bet to save my soul.”
This crack seems to give! The Sky an idea as he stands looking
at Brandy Bottle very strangely, and while he is looking, Big Nig
picks up the dice and hits three times handrunning, bing, bing, bing.
“Well, Brandy,” The Sky says, “I will lay you a G note against
nothing but your soul. If Big Nig does not get his six, you are to
turn square and join Miss Sara Brown's mission for six months.” 3
“Bet!” says Brandy Bottle, meaning the proposition is on although : i
the chances are he does not understand the proposition.
Well, sure enough Big Nick makes his six, so The Sky gives Brandy
Bottle a G note, though everybody says The Sky makes a terrible i
over-lay of the natural price in giving Brandy a G against his soul.
: (Continued on Page Eleven) Sie