THE DALLAS POST
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Editorially Speaking:
| The Hilgsion of Suburban Economy |
The illusion of Suburban Economy is dispelled in the
current issue of Luzerne County News-letter, edited by
Dr. Hugo V. Mailey, and published monthly as a com-
munity service by the Political Science Department of
Wilkes College.
Dr. Mailey says: ’
In the rapid expansion of America’s cities in recent
years, the problem of the urbanite has been to establish
a home for himself at the highest social level in an eco-
nomy in which costs are rising. Homeowners have des-
perately tried to get out from under the property tax load.
. Tt has been a fond illusion of many that moving into the
suburbs will accomplish this. Actually, such a result is
unlikely under the best of conditions. It is true there are
a few ways in which savings in taxes can be made by es-
tablishing a suburban home.
In the first place, if the core city is seriously corrupt
and the suburb is not, a saving equal to the waste can be
made. : it
In the second place, very large cities suffer from in-
creasing costs per capita. Beyond a certain point, cities
lose any advantage of large scale operations and begin to
encounter cost increases.
In the third place, crime rates, health and slum prob-
lems, and welfare expenses are all likely to be greater in
the core city and hence more expensive. -
Lastly, by moving into the suburbs, it may be possible
to have the state and county perform the services that are
performed by the core city and borne by the core city
taxpayers. 7 : .
: The, picture of large savings is likely to be illusory,
however, and for many reasons. First, a move to the sub-
urbs almost certainly means an increase in fire insurance
rates. Lh .
- Secondly; any real tax advantages caused by location
in the suburbs (advantages in the site value of land) tend
to become capitalized in the sale price and accrues to the
seller and not ‘the buyer. The buyer loses through jerry-
building or skimping on’ building materials because of in-
adequate building codes.
* Thirdly, low taxes is really a polite way of saying no
services. Many suburbs do not have all the services that
urbanites expect. In moving out of a city, a septic tank
may be necessary. This causes worry about contamina-
tion and a falling water table level. And, as population
increases, sewers may be necessary. The result is a total
loss of the investment in a septic tank.
Fourthly, services that are available are likely to be
performed by amateurs. This means that they are not
likely to be either satisfactory or inexpensive.
Fifthly, taxes may start at what appears to be much
lower levels than those of the city, but the suburbanite
can be assured that they will increase at a rapid pace. If
one family is attracted to a particular suburb, many others
will be, too. As population density increases, the need for
urban services increases. Each new service must be paid
for by additional taxes. Water and sewerage systems must
be installed. Streets need paving. Street lights must be
installed. Urbanites demand many services.
The discovery that these services must be paid for
results in bitter disillusionment to the suburbanite who
had believed that suburban living included the having of
the cake as well as the eating of it.
Roger Babson
The Conference of Governors,
meeting at Atlantic City recently,
received a special report on the
plight of American cities, which are
now facing some peculiar and very
difficult problems.
Traffic Congestion
Of course, the most pressing prob-
lem of cities, and especially of our
larger metropolitan centers, is traf-
fic. For a good many years now, I
have been telling my friends and
readers that heavy traffic and in-
sufficient parking spaces are chok-
ing our cities to economic death.
Traffic congestion is hastening the
exodus of business enterprise from
our large cities. But even more im-
portant — heavy traffic is slowing
down our whole economy and lim-
iting our gross national product.
Millions of productive hours are lost
because of traffic snarls. In Chicago,
to cite but one example which could
be multiplied by thousands, busses
were stationary a few years ago
only 10% of their trip time. Today,
owing to more frequent and longer
traffic delays, these busses are sta-
tionary 40% of their trip time. This
is one important reason for the
need of higher fares. Five cents of
every bus fare which you pay is
necessary because of unregulate
automobile congestion.
Downtown Area Blights
A second urgent problem of our
cities is the tendency for in-city
public and private property to. de-
teriorate too rapidly. The great
cities of our country are centers of
to the fulfillment of the American
dream. Yet, as I travel around the
country, I am often appalled at the
shabbiness of so many of our urban
communities. In too many. cities,
entire streets have been permitted
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T-V
With GEORGE A. and
EDITH ANN BURKE
HOME (NBC-TV, Monday through
Friday, 11 a.m. to 12 noon, EDT)
will have a format change based on
the results of a viewer survey made
at the conclusion of the program’s
second year.
Two basic changes will be made.
First, service material (on food,
fashion, travel, entertaining etc.)
will be scheduled on set days of the
week, so that the viewer may pre-
dict that she can see fashions on
Monday, for example, or food feat-
ures on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
Second change in the format will
be in the type of general feature
material which will be presented. It
will be of broader interest and will
tend toward “first person” journa-
lism — stories about people both
famous and unknown who have in-
teresting stories to tell.
Both these alternations in the
“Home” format — predictability of
programing and emphasis on broad-
‘er feature material—were made not
only as the results of the viewer
survey, but on the strength of
“Home's” viewer mail. The new
format will be inaugurated on Sep-
tember 3.
ARLENE FRANCIS, Editor-in-
Chief of “Home” has found that be-
ing a television star doesn’t mean
she can escape the eagle eye of
family criticisms. Recently Arlene
paid a visit to Boston to do a show
from the Boston Public Gardens.
She was. feted with a combined
press party and family reception.
Arlene’s famous uncle, Dr. Varaz-
stad Kazanjian and his wife, the
doctor’s son, Victor and his wife,
and Arlene’s uncle and aunt, Mr.
and Mrs. B. C. Davis (Mr. Davis is
Arlene’s mother’s brother) were
among those present at the party.
When the vivacious Arlene arriv-
ed everyone exclaimed admiringly
except her two aunts.
“Take off the hat, Arlene,” they
whispered.
“I can’t,” she whispered back,
“I've been researching in the blis-
tering sun and my hair is all limp.”
“I don’t like a hat on Arlene, do
you” one aunt asked the other.
“Well, it's a very pretty hat, but
I like Arlene better without one,”
the second answered.
At which point, Arlene wailed. “I
wore this hat to Grace Kelly’s wed-
ding and I love it and if this is how
everyone is going to treat me in
Boston I won't come again!”
She didn’t mean a word of it, be-
cause the Kazanjian and Davis
families and their famous niece are
a mighty close knit family group.
Every member of her family watch-
es Arlene with great pride. Fame is
not something new for Arlene’s
family. Her father, Aram Kazanjian
was a famous Armenian-American
portrait photographer, her uncle is
a famous plastic surgeon.
ED SULLIVAN for the third con-.
secutive . year, devotes his entire
telecast to the top talent of the U.S.
Air Force, including the Air Force
Fencing Team, which will compete
in the Olympics this year; the crack
Judo Team and the 160-piece Air
Force orchestra.
TALENTED NANETTE FABRAY is
having troubles as far as contrac-
tual guarantees are concerned.
Nanette, who is off the Sid Caesar
show propositioned NBC-TV for a
minimum of four TV appearances
next season at $25,000 each plus the
fiancing of a pilot for a half-hour
series.
NBC didn’t care for this kind of
guarantee, so no deal.
MICKEY MOUSE CLUB — Walt
Disney is plotting the up-coming
“Disneyland” and “Mickey Mouse
Club” more for adults than ever
before. Certain format changes are
believed made to attract adult
bankrollers in the face of a dearth
of for-the-kid sponsors.
GALLUP vs. ROPER — Those old
pollster competitors are at it again,
this time on television. With Dr.
Frank Gallup already set with NBC-
TV for the convention-election cov-
erage, CBS -TV this week signed
Elmo Roper for its side.
Poet's Comer
Life's High-Way
God, ever give me grace to bask
Not only in the arched eye
Of Kings; and those the World calls
“great”
But to the men, in humbler task
| The silent, timid, passers-by,
May I still welcome simple souls
That bearing burdens, trudge along
Arriving never at their goals
Sequestered and without a song.
May God give me the grace to gaze
On twisted bodies, tortured minds,
With sure compassion, to my heart
Receive the ‘Brother Heart” that
says
| Be Kind, my Brother, O, be Kind!
J.B. 7P.,
Bard of Harveys Lake.
If you want to be sure you will
upstairs, put the instrument on top
of an overturned tin pan.
Bob Tales |
Well, it turns out I'm no different
than most folks when it comes to
paying fines. I loaded all the fam-
ily in the car and headed out into
the country looking for Vernon
Cease, Justice Of The Peace, Hun-
lock Creek R. D. No 2, on Monday
night, intent on pleading my case
and proving I wasn’t guilty of going
through a stop sign. We searched
up one country road and down an-
other, believe me, Hunlocks Creek
R. D. No. 2 spreads out ‘all over the
place, and by blind chance, after
we thought we were fairly lost, we
came to a store with the JP's name
on it. Real nice fellow he is, too.
I told him I was pleading ‘not
guilty” and he says that’s alright
with him but he would have to set
up a hearing at some later date
when he, the arresting officer and
I could all get together. I hated
to make the trip again at a time
that would probably be when 1 was
the busiest and so, after his assur-
ance that it wouldn’t affect my
driving record or my insurance, I
gave in like most folks do and de-
cided paying the $10.00 fine was
the path of least resistance and it
was worth it to have the matter
closed.
One thing Ill pass on to you
other folks, however, is this .
watch yourself on a Sunday after-
noon. The Jackson Township police
have a nice little secluded place at
the bottom of the hill behind an
abandoned house and a big cinder
pile where all the roads meet at
the outlet of Huntsville Reservoir.
The stop sign is way up the hill,
practically invisible, and if you stop
there at the sign you can’t see
whether there are any cars coming,
and, if you go to the foot of the hill
to .stop, then go across, the boys
come out a whistlin’ and a yellin’
and brother, you’ve had it.
Jim Oliver applied for member-
ship in the Isaacs-Unger-John Rat-
tlesnake Club by claiming he had
killed his first rattler up at their
cabin. Since the initiation fee is
one rattlesnake skin, Jim was
asked to produce the evidence.
When he went to look for it it was
gone. Now who or what would
bother to take a rattlesnake skin.
You'll have to try harder than this
Jim if you expect to make
grade. Sounds like you might be
trying to hoodwink your old pals
and they've been around too long.
The N. Y. Daily News published
a letter to the editor from an East
Orange, N. J., man who said: “I'm
sick of this Taft-Hartley Bill. I
say we should pay it and get it over
with,”
A couple weeks ago. several roads
in Dallas Borough were closed to
traffic while the Borough Road
Crews spread tar and then covered
it with fine stone. This was swell
because the streets ‘were awfully
rough and needed resurfacing. Only
now the same crew is back shovel-
ing and brushing like mad to get
the newly laid stone into little piles
that they are throwing back into
the trucks . . . and the streets are
just as bad as ever. Somebody
goofed! Either the tar was no
good or not mixed properly, 'cause
it didn’t hold the stone at all. Or
perhaps, since Jim Besecker’s gone,
there’s no councilman on the board
who can spare the time to super-
vise these jobs and avoid such
mistakes. :
Want to own a brand new, spic
and span gas station and go into
business for yourself? If you do
let me know, there’s one in the
middle of Dallas you can lease right
away. :
August will see quite some
changes: along the highway in
Trucksville. The Trucksville Mill
Poultry Shop will be closing up
‘cause Stan and Dot Moore are go-
ing back into the teaching pro-
fession and Dr. Crompton will be
moving into his newly renovated
office in Pete Malkemes’s building
where the old Acme Store used to
be.
Franklin P. Jones was right when
he said most children take no, No,
NO for an answer.
Coming - back from Wilkes-Barre
the other day when it was hot and
traffic was at its worst, I began to
think, with nostalgia, of the sum-
mer days when I was a youngster
living in Trucksville and, after my
clarinet lesson every Saturday
morning in the city, I would board
the open trolley, the one with the
running board all around, and no
sides, and ride out home into the
cool, fresh country air, with noth-
ing but green trees and foliage on
each side of the tracks and no traffic
except maybe another trolley car
would all wave at the passengers
in the other car. Ah, this modern
age . . . there are certain aspects
of it that you can have, I'll take the
old way.
Rocky, one of Charlie Gosart’s
right hand men, is completely happy
in his new kingdom, another meat-
cutting department in the basement
where all the meats are processed
for the freezer customers. = Here
Rocky reigns supreme and wields
a mean cleaver so don’t disturb him
in his domain.
Winner this week of two free
tickets to the Himmler Theater is
Ralph G. Lewis, Summit Avenue,
Trucksville. Stop at The Dallas
Maybe the country is in good
shape, after all—a lot of people
want to be President.
ONLY
| YESTERDAY
Ten and Twenty Years Ago
In The Dallas Post
From The Issue of August 2, 1946
W. L. Lemon, Carverton, loses his
barn, his winter hay, and his auto-
mobile at the height of Wednesday
night's electric storm, when the
barn is struck by lightning.
Jackson Methodist Church ac-
quires an adjoining plot of ground
through the kindness of Dr. Z. L.
Smith. A basement will be excava-
ted under the old church building,
with facilities for Sunday School
rooms and kitchen. Tearing down
of the old church hall will furnish
materials. The new land will be
improved for church socials and
other outdoor activities. = 2
The question of sewage disposal
is up again in Dallas, with residents
appearing before the Borough Coun-
cil to complain about the use of
Toby's Creek for dumping purposes.
Clarence A. Boston, Nicholson, is
named cashier of Abington National
Bank, Clarks Summit. Mr. Boston
was vice president and cashier of
Nicholson National Bank for ten
years.
Rotary Club will study sewage
Lehman volunteer fire - fighters
break ground for the new fire hall.
Plans are to build a cement block
structure for housing of equipment,
adding kitchen, recreation and din-
ing additions later.
Reunions of Frear-Parrish, Lord,
and Sutton families are held.
The matter of an old railway
Lutheran Church in Shavertown.
The case is in court, William Valen-
tine representing St. Paul's, Donald
Coughlin representing John Fer-
guson, who claims that when the
right of way was no longer held by
the railway, it reverted to its orig-
inal owners, not to the church
property which adjoins. Mr. Fer-
guson destroyed the woven wire
fence erected by the church, and
allegedly plans to build a garage
there. The church asks for an in-
junction to prevent such action.
From The Issue of July 31, 1936
Mrs. Jane A. Brundle, helpmeet
of retired Methodist minister Rev.
Joshua Brundle, Trucksville, ends a
long life of service to others. Born
on the Isle of Man, Mrs. Brundle
lived in England and Australia.
Widowed, and returned to the Isle
of Man as postmistress of Foxdale,
she met Rev. Brundle when he was
an evangelist on the Isle of Man,
and came to America with him.
Eagerly entering into pastoral work,
she made a lasting impression upon
every community in which her hus-
band was stationed, including Leh-
man and Dallas.
Donald T. Kester resigns as coach
at Dallas Township, to join the
Belleville high school faculty.
ing contractor, falls from a scaffold-
ing at John Sullivan's home on
Huntsville Road, and sustains a
compound fracture of the left leg.
Jane Whipple, Dallas, is in the
lead, heading sixty babies in the
current Post Baby Contest. :
Chief Ira Stevenson, ‘Harveys
Lake, recovers a stolen bike in
Wilkes-Barre.
Judge John Fine sets Borough
school millage at 29, a reduction of
one mill. The amount saved is about
enough to cover legal expenses in-
curred for three court actions, none
of which got anybody anywhere,
but caused much furor among the
contestants, postponed important
work of the school board, and left
a bad taste in everybody’s mouth.
Alex, the tame bear, who spent
the winter at Kirby Park Zoo after
taking on all comers in a wrestling
match at Noxen, and doing a spot
of gasoline pump sitting while re-
pelling boarders, has gone on a diet
of watermelon, with consequent im-
provement to his disposition. Emory
Newell, who won him in a raffle
from Squire R. A. Davis, plans to
bring him to the Lake on Sunday,
and pit the 200 pound bruin against
145 pound Howard Johnson, no
holds barred. >
Springfield Boy Scouts, encamped
at Alderson last week, plan to re-
turn again next summer.
Doris Hoyt, Beaumont, becomes
the bride of Russell Newell, of
Noxen.
Jeanne Appleton, formerly of
Shavertown, is married to John
Stephanson, Wyoming.
Jack Sordoni rescues a fisherman
from Harveys Lake, after ramming
the unlighted rowboat with his
motor launch.
The Graham Hotel in Tunkhan-
nock changes hands, Harry D. Bull
of Towanda purchasing the hotel
from Lesley and Wesley Lewis.
Robert D. Major, Lehmar,, passes
away. With his father, he once
came Hayfield Farm, with its sale
to the Conyngham family in 1910.
Dallas Area Schoolmen
To Meet With Robinson
Dallas Area School Board ‘nem-
bers will meet with Raymond W.
ministration offices, Dallas, to dis-
cuss operation of the new join:ure
along lines satisfactory to Har-is-
burg. Mr. Robinson is Pennsylvania
State chief of consolidation ard
, transportation. LY
\
vy FRIDAY, AUGUST 3, 1956
§ Barnyard Notes 4
I am always happy when Joe Pooley, the self-styled Bard of
Harveys Lake, drops in for a brief chat. .
First because he was one of my early instructors at Wyoming
Seminary; second because he comes from a family for many years
identified with the printing industry (his father was the proprietor
of Pooley’s Printery in Kingston); third because he is a delightful
companion and conversationalist. j :
A graduate of Harvard at sixteen, he was until nine years ago
headmaster of a private school in Madison, New Jersey, where one
of his best friends was publisher of the weekly Madison Eagle.
There was a time though when I was not so eager to see Joe, and
the less he had to say, and the less I had to answer, the better. That
was the spring night many moons ago when he, a young instructor,
and I, a freshman, met under awkward circumstances in my room
at Wyoming Seminary. My roommate, later to become an admiral
in Uncle Sam’s Navy, had selected that night, of all others, to stray
off campus after lights. And it happened to be Joe Pooley’s night on
halls! But that is another story ending with the future Admiral on
campus during Commencement Week. 3
Joe keeps up a continuous correspondence with scores of boys
who are in military service and now and then tells me some inter-
esting incident from their letters.
One of his proteges is John T. Biezup, son of the late Frank and
Mrs. Biezup of Center Avenue, Kingston, a graduate of Kingston High
School, Wyoming Seminary, Merchant Marine Academy at King’s
Point, N.Y., and holder of the L.L.B. degree from Yale Law School.
John is serving as Advocate for the G.Ls stationed in Japan who
get in trouble. He was an ardent fisherman at Harveys Lake, Beaver
Run, Bowman's Creek and the Susquehanna. His interest in fishing
has (according to Joe) “persisted even unto the ends, or at least to
the other side of our Earth as viewed from Harveys Lake, Dallas or
the Back Mountain of Pennsylvania.” Gi
In a recent letter John spoke of an unusual fishing experience in
Japan. Quote: ‘Last week I drove up to the mountains a 140 miles
from Kami-Seya. The area is a noted Shrine (Nikko) noted for
fishing, skiing and hunting. I drove up to a smaller lake beyond
Nikko—called Lake Yunoko, about one and one-half miles in cir-
cumference, but packed with all kinds of trout. The location of the
lake indicates that it was the center of a long extinct minor volcano.
“The mountains rise sharply from its shores. At the upper end
are Spas, hot sulphur springs which the Japanese have siphoned off
for baths, emitting both smoke and steam. But the lake is cold with
blue and strangely sulphurous water, still the people catch fish there.
“When I asked what we were to use for bait my companion
handed me a four inch piece of wood. I scratched my head and fig-
ured that Japan is a topsy-turvy country, so anything is possible!
“About this time my companion broke open one of the pieces of
wood and in the center was a yellow grub-worm about two inches
long. The Japanese call it “buddha-mushi,” or fat worm—Ilike The
Buddha. It is found in wild grape vines. The Japs go out and look
for little holes in the vine. When they spy one they cut about two
inches on either side of the hole and so keep the grub ensconced
until used. However, they must be used before they hatch out into
wasp like creatures.
“The trout really bit these succulent grubs. We fished in water
about fifteen feet deep and caught sixteen brook trout. My companion
caught a “brookie” about twenty inches long. It was the biggest
“brookie” I have ever seen. There are rainbows, silver trout and
land-locked salmon in the lake; but we caught none of these that day.
“Later we took a hot sulphur bath in a Jap lodge. The bath is
taken in a large pool about ten feet in diameter. One Jap who could
speak no English looked at me and pointing said Sumo—Ah—Sumo
(a Sumo is one of the fat monstrous Japanese wrestlers) so I must
match the weight. ;
“Oh, yes, the trout are not native to Japan but were imported
in the 1920s and have thrived. Next week I plan to go fishing in
one of the lakes at the base of Fujiyama.” §
John Biezup 4 hi
Lieutenant U.S. Navy
Kami Geya, Japan.
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From
Pillar To Post . . .
It was a happy development that Myra’s kittens all turned out
to be perfect ladies, and the Hicks kittens all bouncing boys.
That is, happy for the Hickses. The kitten population took a
noticeable drop over the weekend. The one remaining kitten, a home-
ly specimen with stripes and a long thin tail, misses his brethren.
He taps absentmindedly at a spool, chases his tail in a half hearted
_ manner, and mounts the nylons in quest of comfort.
Perched on a knee and purring so vigorously that he vibrates,
he prods with unsheathed claws, slitting his eyes in sensuous delight,
and flattening his body against the welcome warmth.
And now Myra, who inserted the ad in the first place, is stuck
with four kittens. Debbie and her father took a look at Myra’s litter
first, and fell in love with it. Cajoled and pampered by Mrs. Zeiser,
the four little kittens were a picture of plump contentment, ready to
make friends. 4
The Hicks kittens, emotionally disorganized from having been
shooed out of the kitchen on the end of a broom five minutes before
they were requested to put on a good act for the visitors, peered
warily from beneath the stove on the kitchen porch, and approached
the feeding bowl with caution. What was the idea, they wanted to
know, of being chased one minute and coaxed the next? With an
eye apiece on. the small girl with the beautiful black pigtails, a re-
minder of the rapid transit weekend a few days earlier, when grand-
children, whooping with delight, had attempted to capture them and
hug them to their bosoms, the kittens were ready to pack up and
leave at an alien approach. ;
Captured by a stratagem, they clawed and struggled, resenting
inquiry into their personalities. '
Debbie pointed out the one with the white bib. Seized from the:
rear while lapping a saucer of milk, he was thrust headfirst into a
cardboard box with breathing holes. The cardboard box heaved and
humped, and emitted outraged howls.
Debbie’s pigtails bristled. These kittens, she announced silently
but unmistakably, were a poor substitute for Myra’s cooperative
offerings, regardless of sex.
Another kitten, gray stripes with white paws and vest, ventured
too far from his hiding place and joined his brother in the box. The
commotion within was renewed. It subsided as the prisoners com-
forted each other.
It seemed unlikely that the kittens would still be in the box
when the car reached Shamokin, where they were to make their
home with Debbie’s grandmother.
I've been afraid to call up and ask. They may have flown out
the car window before going ten ‘miles.
But the one that remains has calmed down and seems deter-
mined to be the family pet. So maybe all is well down in Shamokin.
Dr. A. S. Lisses
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Tuesday 1:00 to 5:00 6:00 to 8:00 P.M. W-Barre Office
Wednesday ~~ —————— 6:30 to 8:00 P.M. 54 So. Main
Friday 1:00 to 5:00 6:00 to 8:00 P.M. Hours 9:30 to 5
Saturday By appointment only. VA 383-3794
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