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BACHMAN Photographer—JAMES KOZEMCHAK Editorially Speaking: Who Takes Delight In Life Because it is one of the finest things that has come to our attention during our lifetime, we have removed the editorial formerly scheduled for this space, and reproduce here in full a message. ad- dressed to peoples of all faiths by those of Jewish persuasion and specifically by the Congregation of Temple Israel, Wilkes-Barre, at the beginning of Yom Kippur, the most solemn of all religious holi- days of the Jewish calendar. It appeared as a full page over the signatures of outstanding Wyoming Valley Jews in yesterday's Wilkes-Barre Record. —The Editor A human life is like a single letter in the alphabet. It can be meaningless. Or it can be part of a great meaning. : And we do not want to be meaningless. How, then, do we find meaning? We look, for example, at such things as power, at money, at the great and special talents of the artist, the scientist, the statesman. And always (no matter who we are) we see someone ~ who has more power, more money, more talent than we have. i Do we then say: “His life has more meaning than mane.” : If we do, we have made a familiar mistake. We have forgotten the profound democracy of Crea- * tion: that the deepest delights and the most enduring meanings of life come from the things all of us are given, not from what just a few are given. For all of us are given these things: 1. WE HAVE BEEN GIVEN OURSELVES . .. we've been given life: the edifice of our body and mind, senses and spirit. No two of us are alike, yet each of us has the power to raise himself in the image of God. : 2. WE HAVE BEEN GIVEN POWER TO LOVE... the - gift of sharing ourselves with others, of belonging to them, of living on in them, the ability to love and receive love. 3. WE HAVE BEEN GIVEN POWER TO SERVE . . . the strength to be great enough to seek out the needs of others without seeking reward, to experience the delight which comes from -the act of service itself. Let us be more specific. The gift of living . . . Have you ever discovered the wonder of the sky or rhythm of your heart? Have you ever seen night pass into day, a smile change a face? The gift of love . .. Has a child ever slipped his hang into yours just because he wanted to walk beside you? The gift of service... Have you ever been fortunate enough to find tears in your eyes because someone said “Thank you” for something you wanted to give him? WHY DO THESE THINGS DELIGHT US SO? They are endless . . . These delights are creative, each generating further delight for your days and years. Ma- terial pleasures consume themselves. These gifts of the spirit renew themselves. It is the paradox of the quest for meaning in life: a vessel which, the more you fill it with beauty, love and service, the larger it becomes. gl They enlarge us . . . In the very process of giving ourselves to these delights, we grow, we change, become more sensiti#é, more alive. To enjoy beauty or to under- stand a wise word makes you only more aware of beauty and wisdsm still to come. Th-Yy unite us . . . Power, money or even our talents, when «sed as ends in themselves, separate us from others. And #hat divides us ultimately fails us. But beauty, love and service bring us closer to others. They unite us with “ ourselves and with the world. * * * * #* These delights are the birthright of each of us, our birthright and our inheritance. They are so close to us that often we look right past them. And often we seek them where they are not. Yet they wait for us to claim them; to take possession of the gifts of life. They are given freely. And we are always free to reach for them. hor And when we do, we find the way to meaning in our lives . . . and to oneness with God who endowed all men i ifts which endure forever. TEMBER US UNTO LIFE, O KING WHO TAKES DELIGHT IN LIFE, AND INSCRIBE US IN THE BOOK OF LIFE FOR THY SAKE, O LIVING GOD * From a Hebrew prayer recited during the 10 days of Penitence, from Rosh Hashanah to Yom Kippur _ mn / ONLY YESTERDAY Ten and Twenty Years Ago In The Dallas Post From The Issue of Sept. 6, 1946 Sixty men are working on ex- cavation and filling operations for the projected Natona ‘plant. Shortage of doors and pipe delays opening of College Misericordia, the two new dormitories, not yet com- pleted, being necessary to take care of the enlarged enrollment. Michael Stark is appointed prin- cipal of Lehman High School, suc- ceeding Clarence Boston. Two teach- ers are still needed on the faculty, for social studies and mathematics. Beaumont takes the first play-off game from Dallas, 6 to 4. ' The sec- ond game of the series will be play- ed Sunday on Dallas Township field. W. B. Jeter, First National Bank president, has a narrow squeak when a .22 rifle bullet smashes his windshield on Wyoming Avenue, Forty Fort. Dallas Water Company installs a new fire hydrant on lower Main Street. Mrs. Rose S. Farver, Broadway, succumbs to a heart attack. Parrish family gathers for annual reunion, Widespread tomato blight closes many canneries in Pennsylvania. Fifty percent of the crop is threat- ened. Jap beetles are on the increase in Pennsylvania, with only three counties, Erie, Mercer and Craw- ford, uninfected. Carl Derhammer, Beaumont, es- capes injury when his logging truck upsets in a ditch near the old Goss School. From The Issue of Sept. 4, 1936 Close battle between wet and dry forces is expected in the coming election with local option an issue. WCTU has already circulated peti- tions against sale of liquor. Borough Council has launched its annual campaign against weeds, though it is anybody's bet whether frost or the scythe will get them first. James Anderson, Trucksville, dies at 86. Richard Williams, 14, bored by the first day of school, yawns wide- ly at assembly at Dallas Township school, and dislocates his jaw. Two local swimmers, Irving Roe, Jr. and Elwood Davis, take second place with their team of three in the President’s Cup Race in Wash- ington. Outstanding teams from the east were entered, with Akron, Ohio, and Lennoxhill, New York, favored for first and second place. Harveys Lake policemen Fred Swanson and Thomas Kierle, dis- cover a burning car in the garage basement of the Shapiro cottage, and avert a home blaze. There are no changes on the Lehman faculty, says J. Austin Sny- der, supervising principal. Faith Hoover, Dallas RD 4, and Evelyn Whipp, Dallas, are featured with pictures in the baby contest this week. Dr. Henry M. Laing firemen top their announced goal of $700 in the current drive for maintenance funds. 4-H Sweet Corn Clubs of Lehman and Carverton are entertained by Wilkes-Barre Kiwanis Club. John Rowlands, Trucksville, for- mer Grand Opera singer in Euro- pean centers, is enthusiastic about talent he is discovering in the Back Mountain among his pupils, Mrs. Earlamond Wright, Harveys Lake, weds Peter Eckerd, of Dallas. John Mericle, Dallas, marks his 83d birthday. When You Retire ROBERT PETERSON Nm “Stay on Your Feet,” Older People Urged “A MAN ON HIS FEET is worth two on their seats!” declared Dr. E. L. Bortz, past president of the American Medical Association. He was addressing a recent conference on aging at the University of Mich- igan. Dr. Bortz and other geriatricians who specialize in treating senior citizens find that moderate exercises aimed at getting patients back on their feet can revitalize many older patients who are now bed-ridden. IT IS SOMETIMES TEMPTING for older people who have suffered ac- cidents and injuries to lie in bed long past the time when they could for others to let them lie there. This can be fatal. Rest in bed is a good thing but unless it is offset by regular exercise it can have a ser- ious deteriorating effect on the body. Among the ailments apt to accrue are joint stiffening, impaired circulation of the blood, mental dull- ness, and muscular atrophy. * * * / EVEN NURSING HOMES, once notorious for letting patients vege- tate until they passed on, are awak- ening to the importance of mild exercise in the care of the elderly. I'll never forget my first visit to a nursing home some twenty years ago. I went there to call on an elderly gentleman, a friend of my grandfather, whose case seemed utterly hopeless. Today, happily, (Continued on Page 7) | Bob Tales | By “BOB” I've got a 2 to 1 bet that the Re- November so I'm counting on all you good voters to get out and help me win the bet. The outdoor patios and the bar- beque pits are getting a big play now as the season wanes. Every- one is trying to drain the last en- joyment they can from the remain- ing warm evenings. Cincinnati is coming strong and could finish with a rush to top the National League this year. Sometimes we question whether our big watchdog is an asset or not. More times than not, when her hackles rise and she begins to growl and bark and make our hair stand on end, it’s only a bunny rabbit tip-toeing through the backyard . . . and we sit there all prepared to fight off Jack-the-Ripper. One of the most needed groups in this Back Mountain area is a Businessmen’s Organization and yet, as many times as it has been at- tempted, it has failed. Why? Be- cause there is an age-old animosity built up that seems impossible to overcome. Shavertown feels it’s more important than Trucksville and vice versa, and Dallas feels it’s more important than either of the other two. You'll hear local busi- ness men give lip service to their beliefs in such an organization but, as has happened in the past, when $2.00 annual dues is mentioned that’s the beginning of the end. A good, solid working group of local business folks striving toward the enhancement of business in this region could do wonders. You read of towns, even smaller than ours, which have pulled themselves up by their own bootstraps. It can be done here. Sure, I know some of you are doing very well, but there are others who are hanging on the ropes which a good businessmen’s organization could help. You shut your eyes to the fact that some are failing in business not realizing that if they go under it hurts you too . . . and the entire area. An area that pulls together for the betterment of its populace is bound to come out on top. Just think of the many municipal changes that could be made for the benefit of businesses in this area. It's time we got together, discussed our mutuaal problems and made this the best d - - - place to live, to work and to do business of any small area in the country. Certain- ly there’s no more beautiful section of these United States to start with, and, with the right kind of enthus- iasm, channeled through a strong businessmen’s group, we could have people clamoring to get on our bandwagon of progress. Who has the initiative to insti- gate the Back Mountain Build-up Program? Is there a man in this area big enough to get the ball roll- ing and join us all together in a mutual pact of understanding? Na- tions are doing it, why can’t our various communities do it? Call it a Chamber of Commerce or what you will, one thing is for sure, we're sorely in need of a real, honest-to- goodness group like this. You start it and you can count on me as a charter member. Keep smiling . . . even a tea- kettle sings, though it’s up to its neck in hot water. : Winner this week of two free tickets to the Himmler Theater is Mrs. Carl Hoffman, Trucksville R. D. No. 1. Stop at the Dallas Post for your tickets. Looking at T-V With GEORGE A. and EDITH ANN BURKE QUIZ NITE — All the big league give-away quiz shows are crowding into one night. Tuesday will be quiz nite on TV, with nearly a half million dollars given away on these shows. At 8 p.m., comes the ‘Big Surprise” with its $100,000 then “$64,000 Question” at 10 p.m., fol- lowed by ‘Break the Bank” at 10:30 with $250,000 for the taking. These three shows total up to $414,000. There is still another quizzer at 10:30, the Edgar Bergen “Do You Trust Your Wife,” but the winning can’t be pinned down to an absolute sum, since the top prize had been $100 a week for life. FRANK PARKER will be compet- ing with his old boss, Arthur God- frey, on both radio and television for the first time, during the week of September 10 and 17. Parker will be guest star, Monday through Friday of both weeks, on “NBC Bandstand” (Radio, 10 a.m.- 12 noon, EDT; TV, 10:30-11 a.m.) He will share the spotlight with emcee Bert Parks and the Glenn Miller Orchestra directed by Ray McKinley, which will be playing many of the late maestro’s famous arrangements. Parker was associated with God- frey for seven years. “This may seem like a long time,” says Parker, “but in a 30-year career like mine, it’s only a brief interlude. Parker is 53 and readily admits it. He started out as a radio star in the mid - Twenties, became a (Continued on Page 7) vv Ty vv Hori & Fi iid didedtdbdtdiidtdimdiaanabudis This column is made up of material taken from contacts with the Pennsylvania Fish & Game Commission and com- ments of the writer of this article. All news of hunting and fishing interest will be welcome and full credit will be given to persons sending in this type of information. Write to Huntin’ & Fishin’, ¢/o Dallas Post, Dal- las, Penna., or phone either of our two numbers, 4-5656 and 4-7676. Hi Lites On Local “Sports” . Stanley Hoyt and nephew Jimmy Hoyt of Kunkle got their limits of trout while fly fishing at Bowmans Creek last Saturday. Bill Belles of Beaumont brought back a nice catch of black bass from Devil's Lake in Canada this week. George Kostenbauder, Todd Mar- tin, Earl McCarty and son Billy have been taking some nice Rain- bows from Harveys Lake this week. Although the men were fishing deep with bait, they say that the Rain- bows are also taking flies. Bob Bachman and son Sumner were observed motorboating on Harveys Lake last Saturday after- noon. Bob is author of the Bob Tales column in this paper. Charles Taylor, Clayton White- night and Dick Messerschmitt spent last weekend fishing at Spring Lake. They are all residents of Nescopeck and have consistently taken large stringers of big bluegills from this lake, which is also noted for its big largemouth bass. George Hayner, Arnold Taylor, and Pete Masonis visited their cabin at Forkston last weekend. They are making ready for the hunting seas- on which will soon be here. River Fishing Improving . . . Willard ' Vanderpool, Spring Lake R. D. 3, reports that bass and wall- eye fishing is improving in the river in that area. Willard says that the “Pesky Perch” lure has been a good one to date on bass. ATTENTION FISHERMEN ! Fish Commission Further Liberalizes 1957 Season . . . date, The Pennsylvania Fish Com- mission is further liberalizing fishing regulations for next year. Stanley Smith, Commission President, an- nounces the most noted changes in the regulations to be effective Janu- ary 1, are made on warm water fishes, on which a year round seas- on has been declared for all species except largemouth and smallmouth bass. The 1957 season for bass will open January 1, and will close on March 14. It will reopen June 15 and extend through March 14, 1958. Though the creel limit of six (6) remains, the size limit has been removed. Size and creel limit changes for the other warm water species are as follows: Walleyes, creel limit of six (6) per day except when caught through the ice when the daily limit shall be two; the minimum size re- mains at 12 inches; Pickerel, the creel limit of six (6) remains but the size limit has been reduced to 12 inches; Northern Pike, daily creel limit of six (6), the minimum size reduced to 12 inches; Muskellunge, size and creel limits remain the same as at present—two per day, not less than 24 inches long. In keeping with present ice fish- ing regulations, which to “alter will require an act of legislature, all fishing thru the ice except with tip- ups for pickerel and perch may only be done with rod and reel and lines as presently prescribed. Regulations on fishing with tip-ups for pickerel and perch also remain the same for the same reason. The season opening for trout will the closing date set for Labor Day, September 2, 1957. Other minor changes will see the daily limit of tadpoles and frogs up to twenty-five (25). Chubs, regard- less of size, are now classified as bait fish. Humor Department . . . “There’s Jones; he’s so fond of fishing he seems to have fishing on the brain.” “Fishing tackle, you mean; I've often seen him when his brain’ was reeling.” * * * Bill—“Don’t worry; there's plenty of good fish in this lake.” Jim—*Yes, and I'm the guy that left them there.” Curiosity Catches a Fox , . . A farmer in Pike County reported the loss of 20 muskovy ducks this summer, Game Protector John Loh- mann says, “I taught him to set traps and he caught 5 raccoons, one porcupine and 2 oppossums—and he still lost ducks. Then I made a fox set for him. The next morning a large fox was in the trap. Along- side of it was a dead duck with its head off. Mr. Fox had secured his meal but had to be nosey about my set, so he fell victim to his own curiosity.” Next Week . . . In next week's issue of this col- umn will start a series of comments from fishermen of different areas on the subject of the fishing license fees being raised in Pennsylvania. I would appreciate it if you old “mossbacks” out there would write or phone your comments to the Dallas Post. rE —— A Week To Remember The appointment of my former Wyoming Seminary roommate, Rear Admiral Dale Harris of Laceyville, to commander Fleet Air Arm, Quonset Point, R.I., just a few miles from my brother-in-law’s farm at Kingston, R.I. Dale is one of the most modest men I know. Two English pheasants striking through the tall grass on the hillside at Deerfield Farm, then crouching low to conceal all but the bright red band on their necks in an effort to hide themselves from intruding strangers. Then with a whirr of wings they zoom straight up in the air and away. A sight to warm the heart of a hunter or a curious watcher in a parked Thunderbird ten feet away! * * * * * A doe and her two dappled fawns leaping just at dusk out of the thicket and across the dirt road that skirts Huntsville Reservoir between the far end of Machell Avenue and Huntsville Road. They stand there partially concealed in the second growth saplings, muz- zles turned toward the wind, ears erect, eyes as big as brown billiard balls, legs quivering ready to dart with white flags flying into the deeper underbrush! * * * * * A thousand starlings, scolding and jabbering as they settle down for the night in the big poplar in front of the Barn, while countless other thousands wheel in flight toward other assembly roosts on the hill side back of Machell Avenue. * * * # * The beautiful full-page editorial “Who Takes Delight in Life” inserted on page fifteen of this morning’s Record by outstanding Jews of Wyoming Valley at the beginning of their most solemn of holidays. * *® * * * “Ba,” the Auction lamb, bleating from his pen near our chicken coop as he hears my voice at evening—then waiting patiently at the gate until I come to tether him in a circle of tall grass for his eve- ning’s browse. Now I know why “gentle as a lamb” is one of the most famous similies in the English language! * HH #* * * ' Chi Chi’'s jabbering delight as he sinks his teeth into his first ear of sweet corn. Only the husks and a very small part of the cob remain as he pleads from his perch in his cage for just one more ear. Out on his leash for an evening’s capering he scampers up the lamp post, and there suspended by his tail, his searching fingers seek out the pink Betty Prior blooms and a dozen Japanese Beetles which he grasps in either paw and eats at leisure—with relish! * * * * * A dozen young mothers with their pink scrubbed offspring in starched crinoline petticoats offer bright “Good Morning” as they pass me on their way to register for kindergarten, while Rogue plods faithfully behind me on his way to work, too. As I turn the key in the lock of the office door, the rattle of a pan on the sidewalk startles me. Over my shoulder, I see Rogue munching the breakfast he has carried on his plate from the house. No wonder the kindergartners— and their mothers smiled as they said “Good Morning.” * ¥» * * * The blood - red sun sinking behind a veil of mist Wednesday evening! * Rx kk The sweet tender kernels of corn-on-the-cob that was picked just ten minutes ago from the garden. The first of the season—and a treat no city dweller ever knows! * * * * * The luscious golden goodness of old fashioned Johnny Cake swimming in rich milk—baked by mother, just because I expressed the wish, as I passed her house just at sunset while she was working among her flowers! * * * * * A rap on the front door and Earl McCarty standing their beneath the porch light with a string of nine shimmering Rainbow trout caught earlier that evening — part of thirty taken from Harveys Lake this week! * * * * * Eleanor Barnes’ bright red geraniums that dominate the flower beds along Jack’s artistically turned white fence at Elmcrest. * x * * * The quaint eyelash window reflecting the sunset above Dr. Preston Sturdevant’s doorway in the old Dr. Rogers homestead at Huntsville Dam. * R * * * Les Barstow’s casual remark, as the drunks coming from Harveys Lake stop at 2 a.m. Saturday morning to survey the accident at the light pole on Death Curve---"’ and they blame it all on us teen-agers.” RR RL The challenging courage of my circle of widows—my mother, my mother-in-law, my sister, my ‘sister-in-law and her mother-in-law on the most wistful of holidays — Labor Day! * * * * * Supper at Brokenshire’s Harveys Lake Hotel and a reunion with Blaze, Carolyn’s beautiful Irish Setter —and the best huckleberry pie I have ever tasted. Completely out of this World! (Continued on Page 4) From | Pillar To Post . . . by Mzs. T. M. B. Hicks The fortieth wedding anniversary came and went without a rip- ple, except for that florist’s box that barged onto the scene while Tom was laying a stone wall, and I was putting the last pin into the twenty-fourth sheet on the line, silent evidence of the GREAT EX- ODUS of the week before. : Mumbling around the remaining pin, held between my teeth, I said, “Flowers? Sure you've got the right house?” The truck driver from Hill's grinned widely, handed me the box, and made off. Tom came up from the terrace, wiping cement on the seat of his pants. He regarded the florist box with nonrecognition, and then the light dawned. “This must be what I telegraphed from New York yesterday,” he announced. “From New York?” “Uh Huh, you're having a fortieth wedding anniversary, in case you've forgotten.” “That,” I countered feebly, “isn’t until tomorrow, and you've got no business to catch me with an orchid while I'm hanging out sheets.” Tom said we'd have an extra cup of coffee, he’d been gypped out of his third at breakfast, on account of the washing machine’s being a disturbing influence, chunking away in its corner and distributing suds around the kitchen. We compared notes over the steaming mugs. “What'’ll we do with the orchid, now we’ve got it in captivity ?” “I think you put orchids in the ice-box until they are sufficiently mellowed for use,” was Tom’s hypothesis. So into the ice box it went, nestling cozily against a three pound slab of corned beef. Both of the objects were wrapped in cellophane, and they made a pretty pair, the domestic and the frivolous, waiting there in the dark in close harmony. } Y There didn’t seem to be any chance to wear the orchid over the weekend. Orchids demand a fitting backdrop, something special in the way of hangings. The corned beef was removed and boiled, with cabbage, but the orchid remained, this time flanked by a small roasting chicken. It is still in the ice box. Every day I check it, and every day it smiles up at me as good as new. ; Maybe I'll get to wear it over this weekend. If I can find something to pin it to. My orchid wardrobe seems to have vanished in favor of tailored suits, cotton golf dresses, and ancient skirts and shirts reserved for painting the house or caning furniture. The enclosed card read, “From the Old Goat himself.” So romance ain’t dead. In spite of forty years. —— ——— -— TSS ENE TEES a a SE
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