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SPECIAL NOTICE
All rights for publication of articles in this newspaper are
Editor and Publisher—HOWARD W. RISLEY
Associate Editors—MYRA ZEISER RISLEY, MRS. T. M. B. HICKS
Advertising Manager—ROBERT F. BACHMAN
Photographer—JAMES KOZEMCHAK
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The “WHY” of NATIONAL NEWSPAPER WEEK
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JOHN B. LONG, General Manager,
California Newspaper Publishers Association
and Founder of National Newspaper Week
Why National Newspaper Week? The answer to this
question which is raised every year goes back to the
depths of the notorious depression of the early 30's in the
United States. -
During those harrowing days the free press of Amer-
ica was made the whipping boy of prominent men and
women in high government positions.
We were dubbed “capitalistic press” with a sneering
officials kept telling the people the nation’s editors were
owned and controlled by the big advertisers, and editorial
policies of American newspapers were ‘dictated from the
counting room’. Public confidence and acceptance of our
hometown newspapers, like the economy of our country,
hit its lowest ebb.
Suddenly, out of the nowhere into the here the Blue
Eagle spread its wings as the symbol of the National Re-
covery Act, which was quickly adopted as the cure-all of
all depressions. This plan appeared suddenly, but gave
ample evidence of having been worked upon over a long
period of time in advance because the program was
worked out to the smallest detail, including a federal
government licensing provision for every business in the
country down to the smallest corner store or weekly news-
shores, or desert. Any one could file a charge of a viola-
tion of ethics of the: Blue Eagle Code and the business
institution—large or tiny—thus charged would have to
appear personally in Washington, D.C., to defend itself
out of its meager resources against the giant prosecution
machinery of the greatest government in the history of
the world.
As in all cases predicated upon the greatest good for
the greatest number, our newspapers went along until
suddenly the officers and managers of organized news-
paper associations throughout the country came to the
sudden realization that the Blue Eagle was a licensing
scheme by which to control the press of the country, and
the war was on!
Ultimately the Blue Eagle and its codes were declared
unconstitutional by the United States Supreme Court, but
in the meantime several state newspaper associations in
California, Pennsylvania, and Oklahoma, had started il-
luminating campaigns in their separate jurisdictions to
reconvince the people that their faith in their hometown
newspaper as guardian of their freedom, fighters for their
right to know, and their key to better living, were still
worthy of their respect and acceptance.
These were so successful that seventeen years ago I
made thé motion at an annual convention of Newspaper
Association Managers, Inc., which established as their re-
sponsibility an annual observance of National Newspaper
Week during the first week of October.
The success of this endeavor is best exemplified by
the fact that 56 million people spend $3,189,000 daily in
nickels and. dimes for their daily newspapers, and 18
million grass roots Americans subscribe annually to their
hometown weeklies. ‘This is the highest net paid circula-
tion of American newspapers in history, and all in spite
of new. competitive media in the field of mass com-
munication. ;
That is the “Why” of National Newspaper Week,
RETIREE Raises Poodles for Profit.
‘RETIRE TO—NOT FROM” is the
No. 1 rule for successful retirement.
Instead of retiring from an occupa-
tion, we should retire to a new one.
A man who heartily agrees is Har-
old R. Englis, 67, a ruddy, white-
haired gentleman who lives on a
suburban farm near Cleveland,
Ohio. A former advertising. man-
ager, Mr. Englis retired two years
ago to a busy and stimulating new
career raising French Poodle dogs.
This is his second retirement. The
first time he tried it he grew so
bored that he donned his gray flan-
nel suit and went back to work.
“Back in the early 30's I inherit-
ed $22,000 from my father,” Mr.
Englis told me frankly when I
talked with him at a dog show in
Chicago recently; we. had gotten
acquainted when I stopped to ad-
mire a handsome, haughty poodle
named “Patrice” that he was exhib-
iting. “That was a pile of money in
those days and it went to my head.
I decided to chuck my job and start
taking life easy.”
HIS WIFE PROTESTED but Mr.
Englis plunged into what he as-
sumed was the satisfying, relaxing
life of the retired. He tossed the
alarm clock into the closet and
luxuriated. in bed each morning con-
templating the delights of leisure
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This is the story of Mortimer
Wragg—family man, motorist, good
provider, responsible citizen. Mor-
timer isn’t with us any more. But
this is his story.
Mortimer worked hard and never
slapped his kids. Indeed, it was a
dark day in the Wragg household
when he even so much as screamed
at them, and he never raised his
voice to his wife. In business, in
good works and charitable pursuits,
Mortimer was a model of what an
upright citizen should be. It was
only when he “mounted to the
cabin” and put his foot on the gas
that he became a menace to society.
And to himself.
Mortimer drove his car as if con-
vinced that every other motorist on
the road were expendable. That is,
he regarded every other driver as
a threat to the Four Freedoms in
general, and to Mortimer Wragg's
share of these Freedoms in parti-
cular. Whenever another motorist
tried to pass him, he took it as a
personal affront and reacted vio-
lently. He considered pedestrians a
nuisance that should be abated, and
he did his best to abate them.
At home a perfect husband and
helpmate, Mortimer in the driver's
seat was a free-wheeling catastro-
phe. His wife told him he should
have more care for the safety of
others, if not for his own. Business
associates expostulated. Policemen
warned him and smothered him
with traffic tickets. But Mortimer
smiled and kept on driving — his
way. He said: “This is a free coun-
try.”
“Mortimer is balmy,” his friends
declared. “In fact, he's nuts.”
But they couldn’t convince Mor-
timer. Even a psychiatrist, called in
by Mrs. Wragg, gave up in despair
and took to his own couch, talking
to himself. "
One thing Mortimer never could
stand was being forced to drive
behind another car. To pass what-
ever might be in front of him, he
fractured all speed laws, cut in and
out of traffic, and ignored all high-
way signs and safety markers. He
was a schizo on the go, and he took
as if he were roaming the lone
prairie.
No one has ever been able to ex-
plain how Mortimer avoided disas-
ter for so many years. And no one
has ever been able to estimate the
miles of shattered nerves he left
quivering in other drivers.
But, as it must to all such fools,
disaster finally came to Mortimer
and it was quite final. Tearing
down a highway, fortunately alone, |
he ignored the brilliant reflective
marker that spelled out in the beam
of his headlights: “Dangerous
Curve.”
After they had separated Mor-
timer from the good earth of his
native county, they put up a monu-
ment to him — a simple thing bear-
ing this simple inscription: “This Is
the Only Sign that Ever Stopped
Him.” :
SAFETY VALVE
ECHOES OF BLOOM FAIR
Dear Editor:
The Back Mountain was well rep-
resented at Bloomsburg during lsst
week.
Did you see the Lehman-Jackson-
Ross strutters?
How about
Band ?
The FFA’s gay in their colored
jackets, both girls and boys, sericus
over breeds of cattle and chickens.
H-H ers—Hand, Heart, Head, etc.
The most thrilling, chilling sight
—was “Young America”—ages 7 to
17 swarming over one of the giant
tanks which, pray God, they may
never have to man.
And the conversation: Old Man-—
“I see you belong to the Iota Kappa
Epsilon Fraternity.” Young FFA
boy—*“You said it, the greatest in
America—IKE.”
He wore an Ike button.
J. E. P,
Harveys Lake.
our Lake - Noxen
LETTER FROM OLD FRIEND
Mercy Hospital,
Wilkes-Barre, Pa.
My Dear Dallas Post:
The weekly visit of The Dallas
stimulation; for after all, the major
and small happenings of a com-
munity which one has come to ap-
preciate highly for its civic and so-
cial ambitions, and to love, have a
positive influence upon one’s morale
and give to one a sense of emiritus
citizenship. So I thank you again.
Since I saw you, quite a little
drama has colored and thrilled my
life. Stated briefly: On Monday,
August 6th, while sitting quietly
at my desk in prime health, a tor-
rible chill and fever convulsion
came upon me. A doctor quickly
found high fever, gave injection,
and same condition each day there-
after until Saturday, August 1ith,
when I was hurried in a taxi to this
hospital. I arrived in a dazed con-
dition, but was aware that I was
receiving much attention by a num-
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YESTERDAY
Ten and Twenty Years Ago
In The Dallas Post
From the Issue of October 4, 1946
Five children and a housekeeper
flee a burning bungalow in Orange,
escaping narrowly with their lives
when fire destroys the ‘John S.
Mitchell summer home Tuesday
morning at 5:30. Mrs. Emily Mo-
tichka of Orange rescued the chil-
dren just in time, pulling blankets
through the downstairs bedroom
window to protect them after get-
ting them all safely outdoors.
1940 Packard at a blind intersec-
tion .in Shavertown at Main and
Center Streets, with injuries to both
drivers, Edward Bell and George
Houck.
Fire companies make plans for
cooperation on an area wide scale
at a testimonial dinner given Fran-
cis MdCarty, Trucksville Fire Chief.
Dallas-Shavertown Water Com-
pany puts a new 388-foot well into
service, to serve 100 families in
Trucksville.
Donald Grose heads the American
Legion.
Overbrook Gun Club campaigns
against careless shooting on the
part of youths.
Jackson crushes Dallas 9 to 3.
Playoff is scheduled at Jackson on
Sunday.
William L. Reese, 78, dies ir
Fernbrook.
Ruth Hackett, Long Beach, weds
Harold A. Brown, Lehman.
Wilma D. Gray, formerly of Dal-
las, marries John D. Thetga, John-
son City.
Mr. and Mrs. Sherman Wardan,
Shavertown, mark their 51st wed-
ding anniversary.
From the Issue of October 2, 1936
Jerry Elston wins the loving cup
in the Popular Baby Contest, plus
a cash award of $100. Beverly Ann
Whipple takes second place with a
$50 prize. Shirley Ann Welsh places
third; Eugene Brobst, fourth; Eve-
lyn Whipp, fifth. Jerry rolled up
8,864,800 votes.
Postmasters will register appli-
cants for Old Age pensions.
Alfred Landon is still leading
locally in straw votes for President,
but FRD is gaining. ;
Drought ends, local wells are fill-
ing, temperature is dropping.
New well at Irem Temple Coun-
try Club produces 110 gallons per
hour.
Mrs. Barbara Kiefer, Dallas, cele-
brates her 91st birthday, alert as
ever.
Mrs. Frank Ferry, Dallas, heads
Catholic women at St. Therese’s.
| Looking at |
T-V
With GEORGE A. and
EDITH ANN BURKE
EDUCATIONAL TV—Viewers for-
tunate to have an educational chan-
nel in their area should tune into
this channel more often. Especially
if they are getting bored with cam-
mercial television. They will ba re-
warded by off-beat, interesting and
informative programs. The per-
formers are usually well known col-
lege professors. Used to lecturing
to college students and small dis-
intimate way of reaching out to the
television audience. During the
week the viewer might receive a
French lesson, a discussion of cur-
rent events or explanation of art
For example this Thursday over
WGBH-TV, Boston’s educational
channel, viewers will be watching
Dr. Edwin Burr Pettet, professor of
drama and direction of Kirby Me-
morial Theater," Amherst College.
Dr. Pettet will parody the acting
styles of Edward Alleyn, famous
actor of Shakespeare's time; David
Garrick, the 18th Century fop; John
Philip Kemble, late 18th Century
Teapot School representative; Ed-
mund Kean, 19th Century realist;
Henry Irving, the 19th Century ac-
tor; Leslie Howard of the “Boy Next
Door, Poor Man’s School,” and
finally, the contemporary, Maurice
Evans. 1
Maybe this type program isn’t to
everyone's liking, but it might ap-
peal to you. More and more view-
ers are finding that programs of-
fered by the various educaticnal
channels are to their liking.
ROBIN HOOD is back for the gec-
ond year. The series, “The Ad-
ventures of Robin Hood,” starring
Richard Greene has been very well
received by viewers. It has alse
won the approval of the children’s
teachers. A number of teachers
have written that this is the type
of show they allow their own chil-
dren to watch.
“The Adventures of Robin Hood”
are seen in England, Canada and
the United States. The most recent
debut of this series was in Japan.
Australia and Puerto Rico are also
scheduled to receive “Robin Hood’
on TV screens this fall. |
RICHARD GREENE, the star of
the series, is a 36-year-old English
actor. He is familiar to American
viewers who are old enough to re-
member him in movies produced
prior to 1940. His first American
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Hori & Fis
This column is made up of
comments of the writer and
area sportsmen and from ma-
terial taken from contacts with
the Pennsylvania Fish & Game
Commission.
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Bow and Arrow Hunters
Enjoying Antlered Deer Season . . .
Bow and arrow hunters are en-
joying their sixth special antlered
deer season which opened last Mon-
day and will close October 19. The
hours for hunting deer with the
bow are 6:00 am. to 5:30 p.m.
Eastern Standard Time.
Pennsylvania’s first separate bow
and arrow season was in 1951. In
1951 and each succeeding year until
this one a two-week season was en-
joyed, and only buck deer with the
required ‘rack” were legal game.
This year, again, the bowman may
take only bucks, the same as de-
scribed as legal game for the later
season. But different from the first
special seasons in this state the
1956 bow and arrow season runs fo
almost 3 weeks. ,
Compared to gun hunters as a
group the archers do not bag many
deer. But they enjoy many thrills
in stalking their quarry in the cool
of the fall season, whether or not
they score. Not the least of the
benefits of these Indian-like hunts
lies in the nerve tonic derived from
relaxation amidst the beauties of
autumn in the wooded hills of Penn-
sylvania.
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I would appreciate it if the arch-
ers of this area would write or
phone in news of your experiences
during the current special season,
whether you bag a buck or not.
Keeping Abreast of the News . . .
I don’t know how many of you
“sports” read the Pennsylvania Ang-
ler and the Pennsylvania Game
News, but if you don’t, you are
missing a good chance to keep
abreast of news and events of
interest to every fisherman and
hunter in Pennsylvania.
These two magazines will give
you a better understanding of what
the Pennsylvania Fish and Game
Commissions are doing and trying
to do in making hunting and fishing
better than it ever was before in
Pennsylvania.
This month’s issue of the Angler
gives a financial review of the Fish
Commission from June 1, 1955 to
May 31, 1956, and a chart showing
how the fisherman’s dollar was
spent.
The Game News has just com-
pleted a topography of each county
in Pennsylvania along with a small
map of each county, showing where
different types of hunting are to be
found.
For the small cost involved, you
can’t go wrong.
taken from the October issue of the
Pennsylvania Angler:
A careful man I ought to be;
A little fellow follows me;
I do not dare to go astray
For fear he'll go the self-same way.
I cannot once escape his eyes,
What’er he sees me do he tries.
Like me he says he’s going to be
The little chap who follows me.
He thinks that I am good and fine,
Believes in every word of mine.
The base in me he must not see,
That little. chap who follows me.
I must remember as I go
Thru Summer's sun and Winter's
snow
I am building for the years to be;
That little chap who follows me.
“Squirrel” Catches A Coon . . .
I went on a coon hunt last Tues-
day night with Forrest Sorber of
Sorber’s Mountain and George Kos-
tenbauder and Ken Martin Sr. of
Kunkle. The hunt took us back of
Noxen into the Castle Run area.
We traveled miles of log roads, the
like of which I have never seen
before. Some of the roads were
just two ruts with water filling
them on each side. However, these
men are equipped for this sort of
hunting, Forrest and Ken both own-
ing pickup trucks with canvas cov-
ered backs for their dogs. I was
impressed with the knowledge that
I was hunting so far back in such
a wild terrain, at a time of night
when most people were snug in
their beds. This kind of hunting
was practi¢ally new to me, and I
enjoyed every minute of it. I think
the biggest thrill in coon hunting
comes when you hear the dogs
break the still quiet of the night
with their excited barking, announ-
cing that they have treed Mr. Coon.
Then walking through the woods to
the dogs, where the hunt usually
ends . .
‘To the fellows that have never
been coon hunting, I say they have
missed a real experience, different
from most kinds of hunting. Once
There will be a special meeting
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§ Barnyard Notes
' THE AWAKENING
There's a new regime in Luzerne County and it finds expression
in the stiffening attitude on the part of the Courts and District At-
torney’s Office toward traffic law violations.
This week five drunken drivers went to jail for thirty days, in
addition to receiving fines .of $100 each.
A few weeks ago a Grand Jury returned true bills against nine
persons arrested for drunken driving! /
This changing attitude toward the drinking driver is not peculiar
alone to Luzerne County; it is a reflection of a rising concern that is
sweeping across many communities—many counties and many States
of the Nation. '
Something can and must be done about highway killings! A
Nation geared to high speed transportation — where every family is
dependent upon automobiles to secure its food; reach its jobs; educate
its children; bury its dead; cannot afford to allow the selfish appetites
of drinking drivers and the greedy irresponsibility of tavern keepers
to endanger normal highway traffic!
This is a mechanical, fast-moving age where there is no place for
the addled brain of the drunken driver to endanger his own or the
lives of others who have equal right to the highways in the daily
pursuit of their occupations and recreation! :
. Last week for the nineteenth consecutive weekend, the Police of
the City of Philadelphia continued their road blocks with a record of
nine arrests for drunken driving. A similar number were arrested
the previous week. All were held under $500 bail after the police
physicians’ examinations!
The States of Rhode Island, Connecticut and Michigan continued
their road blocks with equal effectiveness. In Detroit, all police cars
display a black flag on a day when there is a highway fatality—a
white flag on other days.
There is an awakening everywhere that Safety is ‘Everybody’s
business — that a man’s right to drink is his business — but that
when he gets behind the wheel of a car — it becomes everybody's
business! .
This newspaper salutes the awakening among conscientious law
enforcement agencies, police magistrates, grand juries and the courts
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public grown tired of the blood spilling on our highways!
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Accidental poisoning kills more young children than polio, diph-
cities have established Poison Control Centers. The Centers are
sources of information on “what to do” in almost every conceivable
kind of poisoning.
Pillar To Post . . :
by Mrs. T. M. B. Hicks
That long deferred vacation is going to become a reality if some-
thing doesn’t happen to upset the apple cart. It involves a lot of
preparation.
The Boss says, ‘Now be sure to write your Pillar to Post before
you take off. And of course {Only Yesterday”, and any feature stuff
you've been postponing, and interview Betsy, and lay the foundations
for the Calendar, and whip the Lehman school board meeting into
shape.” 4
“But don’t mess around with that stack of two-column cuts on
the desk. You can take care of them when you get back. They'll be
waiting for you. “How true, how true. Plus another stack that Floyd
has been saving up for me for dessert for the past six weeks.
That Pillar to Post, though, that ought to W® easy. 4 “
“I'll just copy down some poetry,” I offered, taking a leaf from
Barnyard Notes.
“You might tell everybody about packing a car for a trip,”
Howard offers in a helpful mood.
I fall for that like a ton of bricks.
Packing a car is right down my alley, and the more there is to
put in it, the more of a challenge. If the stuff can’t be gotten in at
all, that’s when the ingenuity comes to the fore.
Looking at the car, I'd say it took considerable shuffling to get
six dining room chairs and a large rocking chair into the front, and
still have room for the carton of home made jelly, and the stuff from
the Value Shop, and the driver.
If the load shifts any, there’s going to be a driver minus a left
ear. There is just room at this point to sit erect and manipulate
the ‘gimmicks on the dash. The rocker has an overhang, but the
dining room chairs are wedged so tightly that they can’t shift. It
will take as skilful a piece of engineering to get them out, as it took
to get them in. But that rocker . . .
Probably it won’t move.
Anyhow, there are no marble slabs to complicate things.
On one similar trek south, there were five marble slabs stacked
up in the back seat, with rugs between them to avoid scratching.
They reached to about neck height. It never occurred to me until
they were safely delivered that if they had started to skid, one of
them could have delivered a very neat rabbit punch, and I'd have
tombstone.
This packing job was very simple, comparatively speaking.
- The dining chairs were in and out only half a dozen times, and
the rocker only twice. Hardly a packing spree worthy of an expert's
medal. v
Nothing stabs the upholstery, nothing overhangs the driver's seat
except that rocker. And there is a good clear view of the rear vision
mirror. ;
The dining room chairs and the rocker are going to Japan, re-
placements for a somewhat beat-up array of chairs long overdue for
the junk pile. 5
The requisite flannelette shirts and sport coats for the trip are
yet to come. They're easier to send parcel post than dining room
chairs and large rockers. Japan, they tell me, has a good PX for use
of families in the service, but very few PX’s specialize in the variety
of flannel shirts that can be passed on from big brother to little
brother and kept for the next baby, for such time as he starts school
six years from now.
Lots of time to make them up. Six weeks before the transport
sails.
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672 Memorial Highway Dallas, Pa.
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