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Now In Its 73rd Year”
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Idetown — Cave’s Maket; Harveys Lake — Javers Store, Kockers’s
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i Editorially Speaking:
Do You Want Toll Free Service To Kingston
\ And Wilkes-Barre?
Robert Laux, realtor, representing the Back Mountain
Protective Association, has asked Commonwealth Tele-
phone Company to consider the installation of toll-free
service between Wilkes-Barre and Kingston and its Dallas
and Dallas South telephone exchanges. :
In his letter Mr, Laux states: ‘I think we are all in-
terested in the Back Mountain Area and. its continued
growth. In this regard toll-free service would help in the
area’s development. As a realtor I have lost a number of
sales of homes because of the toll call.
“Many men in the sales field are attracted to the
Back Mespiain area and would like to live here, but be-
cause of the necessity of many Wyoming Valley phone
calls and the tolls, hesitate; yay : yr
“I think this should be of interest to your company.
I am sure that a majority of your existing subscribers
would not object to a reasonable increase in base phone
rates in order to have this toll-free service . . . and I am
confident that toll free service would be an impetus to
more rapid growth here.”
Some three years ago Mr. Laux, Atty. James Brown
and Dr. F. Budd Schooley, representing the Back Moun-
tain Protective Association, met at a round table with
Cal. Pete Butler, then General Manager of Commonwealth,
Charles Glawe, Elmer Evenson and John Landis, manager
of the Dallas office.
; At that time they were told that Commonwealth was
in complete sympathy with their request for toll free serv-
ice but that the first thing necessary was to install a new
exchange and added cables in the Trucksville area.
This has now been accomplished. :
It is now believed that toll free service can become a
reality to Kingston and Wilkes-Barre, adding 55,000 tele-
phones to the 4,300 in the Dallas offices that we can now
call free without toll charges.
This can be accomplished, according to Common-
wealth officials, by only a slight increase in the basic
rates to all telephone subscribers in the Dallas and Dallas
South District exchanges. This increase would be only $1
per month to all multi party residential subscribers and
~ $1.25 month to all private line residential subscribers. The
top increase for an industrial or business private line
would be $3 per month.
In return Commonwealth Telephone Company would
install 200 new trunk lines to Kingston and Wilkes-Barre
at a cost exceeding $40,000.
Toll free calls would be reciprocal. Dallas Exchanges
would be called toll free from Kingston and Wilkes-Barre
Pad calls from Dallas to those exchanges would be toll
ree.
Commonwealth officials have stated to the Protec-
tive Association that the company desires to provide serv-
ice which is acceptable to its customers, at a fair rate,
providing only a fair return on-its investment.
To that end The Post this week has asked a number
of telephone subscribers in the Dallas area if they would
be willing to pay a slight additional monthly charge in
order to have toll free service.
The overwhelming response has been ‘yes”. Now we
hope the Commonwealth Company will poll all of its local
subscribers and if the majority votes “yes” provide us
with toll free service as quickly as possible.
These Things Endure
These things endure: the memory of a smile
That once lit up your true love's eager face;
The glory of the western sky, the while
The sun sinks slowly to its resting place,
The laughter of a child, its cry of pain,
The sighing of the night-wind through the trees,
The soft and gentle music of the rain
The magic spell of starlight . . . These
Endure. So, too, love’s soft, sweet melodies
Bring back a fragrance from a far, dim youth,
Singing forever, while their harmonies
Bridge o’er the years with beauty amd with truth.
. —Stephen North
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Only
Yesterday
Ten, Twenty and Thirty Years
Ago In The Dallas Post
It Happened
30 Years Ago:
Hunters were urged to make use
of the State Forests, no special
license required. Herds needed thin-
ning. .
Luzerne County fruit-growers
banded together to sell apples under
the name U-Li-Kum, included
George Berlew, W. E. Schoonover,
Paul Brace, E. D. Sutliff, G. E. Gay,
W. F. Newberry, and C. B. Wheeler.
Horse-drawn vehicles were still
making it tough for motorists. In
collisions, five persons were killed
and 158 injured in Pennsylvania in
1931.
Carl Eveland, 11, broke his leg
playing football at noon recess. Re-
sult was to ban playground football
at local schools.
A new club was formed with Let-
tie Lee its first president. It was
sponsored by Wyoming Valley Jun-
ior Woman’s Club. Marie Woolbert
wds vice president, Marion Shindel,
secretary. Dallas Junior Woman's
Club planned to take an active part
in charitable work and civic enter-
prises, as well as sponsor social
functions.
For the first time in several years,
Dallas Borough and Dallas Township
football teams planned to meet in
combat, cementing football relations
which had been put to an end by a
feud. In those days, the Borough
couldn’t do a thing to please the
Township, and the Township
couldn't do a thing to please the
Borough. Nobody could foresee a
comprehensive school jointure which
would embrace all the warring fac-
tions, though far-sighted people
even then realized that it would
eventually be inevitable in spite of
the diehards on both sides of the
fence.
Governor Pinchot said give the
farmer a break. Don’t shoot his
poultry in mistake for a quail, and
if you break down a fence, stop to
repair it.
Old fashioned buckwheat flour
was ten pounds for 35 cents; black
meats and English walnut meats,
39 cents a pound; raisins, eight cents
a box.
It Happened
20 Years Ago
Dr. Henry M. Laing Fire Company
protested the amount allowed by
George Solomon, scrap dealers, for
60,000 pounds of scrap collected in
the area. Solomon weighed it up
at only 15,000, wanted to pay $80.
Harry Ohlman went ‘to Wilkes-Barre
to protest, Solomon discovered an-
other weigh bill, raised the ante to
$110. This was also unacceptable.
Protest was made by Jim Besecker,
Arthur Dungey, Dr. F. B. Schooley,
Burgess Herbert A. Smith and Leslie
Warhola. :
Frank Hardisky, Lehman, got a
200 pound black bear in Root Hol-
low just before going home after the
first day of hunting.
An all steel bus designed to haul
Dallas Township school children was
refused clearance for release by the
State. Andrew Bittenbender was
faced with taking delivery of a
chassis without a body. The Alder-
son Kunkle run for which the new
bus was intended had to get along
with a refurbished bus with many
years of service.
Dallas Township was preparing
for the Thanksgiving classic with
Kingston Township.
Lewis Nulton crushed several
vertebrae when a farm wagon
tipped over at his farm in Kunkle,
throwing him to the frozen ground.
Carl Kuehn and William Neimeyer
resigned from Dallas Board of
Health.
Gerald Frantz, Huntsville mer-
chant, resigned from ‘the ration
board.
An aged recluse at Lake Silkworth
was spotted as the man who had
stolen many articles from local cot-
tages.
From men in the service: James
Knecht, Fort Knox; Glenn Kitchen,
Fort Oglethorpe; Robert Tryon,
Utah; Fred Wilcox, Fort Sheridan;
Elwood Ide, Florida; Joseph Hudak,
Fort Benning; Harold Kittle, Fort
Bliss; Robert Ray, Parris Island;
Howell Rees, Denver; Albert Mekeel,
Fort Livingston; Will Rogers, Kees-
ler Field; Bill Dierolf, Camp Blanc-
ing; Warren Hicks, Georgia; Willard
Shaver, Guadalcanal; Eugene J.
Fogel, Solomon Islands; Carl K.
Carey, Robert Davis, Guadalcanal;
Sheldon Ehret, California; Norman
Oney, Carlisle. Barracks,
Married: Catherine Parrett to
Chester Austin; Betty Ann Montross
to Charles C. Clark; Nancy Anderson
to Charles Ross Lapp.
Earl Monk took a job with the
new United States Rubber Company
near Williamsport.
It Happened
[0 Years Ago
Dallas Businessmen’s Association
discussed plans for the holiday sea-
son at a meeting in Evans Restau-
rant. Store owners voted to keep
stores open all day Wednesday.
Howard Risley was temporary chair-
man, Robert Bachman, temporary
secretary. The name was changed
to Back Mountain Businessmen’s
Association. Harry Smith and Norti
Berti were appointed Christmas
Lighting chairmen.
Thieves entered Evans Drug ‘Store,
stealing a quantity of merchandise
including watches. The cash register
THE DALLAS POST, TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 20, 1962
Samuel B. Cooke, descendant of
Francis Cooke, Mayflower passenger,
eighth generation in the country,
was born in New Jersey in 1817,
married in 1843 ito Phoebe Swayze,
and came to Beaumont in 1855
with ‘three small children. Two of
them died on successive days within
a year. Two other children were
born in Beaumont, making a total
of three sons: Edward, George, and
Alpheus. Samuel died in 1889,
Phoebe in 1887, both buried at
Beaumont.
Edward H. Cooke, born in 1845,
married Edith Parrish. They lived
at Bowmans Creek, having six chil-
dren: Elmer F., Eva S., Andrew H.,
Samuel R., Edward C., and Clare
Grace. Edward died in 1890, his
wife, Edith Parrish Cooke in 1910,
at Noxen, both buried at Beaumont.
Families of the children are listed
separately below.
Elmer married Josephine New-
berry, also a descendant of the first
Francis through another line, and
lived at Wilkes-Barre. Their daugh-
ter, Edna, married Joseph Reid
having two children, John and
Sarah, removed from this area. A
son, George, died young. Another
son, Edward, married Irene Blizzard,
with one daughter, Barbara, living
in New York State. The youngest
son, John G., married Norma Hew-
lett, one son, Robert, removed to
Florida.
Eva Cooke married Frank Wright
of Idetown and the family resided
at Idetown. A daughter, Helen, re-
sided in Kingston. A son, Randolph,
married Ruth Rice, also descended
from ‘the first Francis Cooke, having
two children, Edward and Janet.
Another son, Charles, married Bea-
trice McKeel, having daughters,
Ethel and Eva. Daughter, Clara,
married Joseph McKenna, having
children, Frank, Mary, and Jean.
Son, Willard, married Mildred Meek-
er, residing at Idetown. Another
son, Herbert, died young. Other un-
married children, as of 1934, were
Gertrude and Robert. A daughter,
Virgie, died young.
Andrew H. Cooke married Della
Knapp, having four children: Vivien-
ne, Russell, Hope, and Elizabeth.
Vivienne married W. Howard Cros-
by, having children, W. Howard,
Carol, and Andrew. Russell mar-
ried Margreta Shepherd. Hope mar-
ried David Idé with children, Ethel,
Claire, Richard, and Harold. Eliza-
beth resided with her mother who
subsequently married Randolph
Parrish and lived at Idetown.
Rambling Around
By The Oldtimer — D. A. Waters
Samuel ‘R. Cooke, teacher, lawyer,
and contractor, died in 1913.
Edward C. Cooke married Elinore
Evans with three children: Mary,
James, Gladys.
Clare G. Cooke married Wallace
Kocher, residing at ‘Noxen and
Williamsport. They had four chil
dren: Ellsworth Edward married
Margaret Crosby; Wallace, Karl, and
Rebecca.
The above completes the family
of Edward Cooke.
George W. Cooke, son of Samuel
and Phoebe Swayze Cooke, first of
that line born in Pennsylvania,
married Emma Florence Clark and
lived at Beaumont, Bowmans Creek,
Mehoopany, and Tunkhannock, then
later in the south. Their children
were Carrie B., Florence Adeline,
George S., and Robert P. All were
born in this area but removed to
Virginia. :
Alpheus W. Cooke, youngest son
of Samuel and Phoebe Cooke, mar-
ried Martha P. Wall, living at
Beaumont, Noxen, Dallas, and Tunk-
hannock. He was an associate judge
for Wyoming County and his wife
was active in the D.A.R. Their one
son, James, died in infancy.
Margaret C. Cooke, a sister of
Samuel B. Cooke, visited her brother
at Beaumont, and later married
Abram Ryman of Dallas. His first
wife, Jemima Kunkle Ryman, having
been dead several years, left. six
children. Among them were Theo-
dore, who later managed ‘the family
lumber business at Wilkes-Barre;
John J. Ryman, managing the store
at Dallas; an unmarried sister, Ruth,
and William P. Ryman, lawyer, who
later wrote a History of Dallas
Township. The second Mrs. Ryman
lived in the family home on the old
Ryman farm on Huntsville Street,
probably in the house now owned
by John C. Phillips, until after the
death of Abram Ryman, then moved
to Wilkes-Barre to reside with
Theodore.
The only son of Mr. Ryman and
Margaret C. Cooke, Leslie Ryman,
was born on the Ryman farm but
grew up in Wilkes-Barre, where he
married Louise Lynch. They had a
daughter, Helen, who married Char-
les King, residing in New Jersey
with children, Mary and Charles.
As previously stated, this is con-
densed from “The Family of Elisha
Cooke,”” by Florence Cooke New-
berry, 1934, and the information is
therefore about thirty years old.
Many changes since are not re-
ported.
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Safety Valve
APPRECIATES PAPER
Methodist Home for the Aged
Narrowsburg, N. Y.
Dear Mr. Risley,
I have wanted for some time to
write and thank you for your gift
that means so much to me.
You will never know how much
pleasure I get from reading the
Dallas Post. It is just like receiving
a number of letters from my old
home.
Yours sincerely,
Mrs. Jennie Evans
@® Mrs. Evans, wife of the
late Alvah Evans, Carverton
was a long time member of
this community. _She was ac-
tive in Carverton Methodist
Church and taught the Ander-
son Class for a number of
years. She has many friends
throughout the Back Mountain
region.
A resident of the Methodist
Home at Narrowsburg, N. Y.,
she reports that it is just a
grand place and she is most
happy there. She enjoys hear-
ing from her friends and for-
mer neighbors. — Editor
WITH SINCERE THANKS
Leaving the state in which you
were born and raised and departing
from family and friends is difficult
at best. The people and merchants
in Wyoming Valley make a sincere
effort to lift some of this burden
through their friendly greetings and
the service of The Welcome Wagon.
This organization founded in the
tradition of the pioneer women who
drove covered wagons out to meet
new settlers with fresh water, food
and supplies, brings a warm glow
of acceptance to the twentieth cen-
tury new-comer,
The more than twenty gifts are
gratefully received as are many
folders containing helpful and in-
formative facts about this area of
Pennsylvania.
So, to the merchants and others
responsible for The Welcome Wagon
and those who have extended a
personal welcome, the Aldrichs of
67 E. Center Street, Shavertown,
wish to express their sincere
thanks.
Entrance was made to the store
through a broken plate glass door.
Formation of a community rescue
squad was discussed in an area-wide
meeting at Shavertown Fire Hall.
Robert Walsh, Sweet Valley, got
his bear on the opening day of Big
Game season, trailing the 165
pounder on Red Rock Mountain, and
shooting it with his new rifle.
Dr. Michael Bucan bought the
Sherman Schooley Home and opened
an office. .
Married: Phyllis Sutton to John
Snyder, Jr.; Nancy Martin ‘to Harry
Derhammer; Anne M. Moore to Mar-
vin J. Elston; Anne Bunney to Wil-
liam Ostrum, Jr.
OAS A dn
yielded nothing but small change.
onal Ay
Mrs.
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William Cairl was 84 years
Mrs. William's Talk
(Cont. from Page 1)
masterpiece. Your chosen character
should have flashes of humor and
a fresh approach to living.”
She exploded that myth that
“Everybody has a book in his sys-
tem,” remarking dryly that he pro-
bably has, but it’s getting the stuff
published that is the problem.
She also warned about literary
agents. No literary agent worth his
salt, she stated, advertises for busi-
ness. He has all he can do fending
off customers without sticking his
neck out for more. You can’t get
published without an agent, and you
can’t get an agent without having.
been published, so it amounts to a
stalemate.
Mrs. Williams advised potential
writers to cut their eye-teeth on a
newspaper or magazine job, where
their material will get bluepencilled
liberally.
The road is rocky, she warned,
citing her own rigorous schedule
when writting a book, a daily grind
after accumulating and organizing
all the information posible by deter-
mined research. People don’t dash
off books, she continued. They write
them four times, correcting, insert-
ing, deleting, changing, adding a
paragraph here and a paragraph
there, jettisoning the first draft
after it has become indecipherable,
and never being satisfied even with
the fourth writing.
Miss Frances Dorrance introduced
Mrs. Williams. Mrs. Mitchell Jenkins
appointed Mrs. Fred Howell, Mrs.
John DeWitt Jr. and Mrs. Ray Hed~
den to the nominating committee.
Mrs. Thomas Heffernan and Mrs.
John Phillips were co-hostesses,
serving tea to Mesdames George
Montgomery, J. Stanley Rinehimer,
D.C. Faust; Stewart Ferguson, Otto
C. Weyand, James Green, Herman
Thomas, Norwood Brader, J. Traver
Nobel, Fred B. Howell, T.M.B. Hicks,
Mae Townend, Charles Frantz, Wil-
lard Seaman, Lyle Slaff, Mitchell
Jenkins, Stanley Mycochic, Peter
D. Clark, Elizabeth Ross, Edgar
Brace, Stanley B. Davies, Homer B.
Moyer, Emil W. Bauman, Russell
W. Frantz, Harold Titman, W. B.
Jeter, Misses Frances Dorrance,
Margaret Wood, Catherine West and
Mary Jane Faust.
Dendler In Germany
Army Pvt. Clyde E. Dendler, son
of Mr. and Mrs. Ernest Dendler,
Noxen, R.D. 1, recently was assigned
to the 14th Armored Cavalry Regi-
ment in Germany.
old, Mrs, Catherine Stoeckel, 91.
Died: Paul Liem, 51, Trucksville;
Mrs, Minnie Mosier Harris, Dallas;
Dr. Fred Girton, 31, Detroit; Mrs.
Mae M. Newton, 60, Sweet Valley;
William Glace, 60, Trucksville.
American Legion Home on Hunts-
ville Road was being faced with
Permastone,
led by friendly faces,
Better Leighton Never
by Leighton Scott
HOW COULD WE?
Where were we when the lights
went out?
names of police on traffic duty,
after the signals were burned out
by fallen wires?
Aware of the complexities in-
herent in a ‘“5-points’ intersection,
we hereby commend the Dallas
Borough Police Force for rising to
the occasion, despite cold, long
hours, and crazy drivers.
Thank you, Chief Russell Honey-
well, Assistant Chief Ray Titus, and
patrolmen Charles Lamoreaux, Jack
and Bill Berti, and Cliff Foss.
It was reported that most of the
force had sore arms for a while
after they started this job.
Casualties: Cliff Foss was clipped
on the hand by a passing motorist,
and a woman driver reputedly ran
over a cup of coffee which Jack
Berti had set down on the road for
a minute.
PERAMBU-LEIGHTON
I traced some of the old Friday
night Top Shelf crowd to Knights
of Lebanon, Hickory Street, Wilkes-
Barre. :
I don’t like to range so far afield
for my entertainment, and T can’t
say as I like the place as well as
my old haunt, but that’s the breaks,
The Kasuals play there Saturday
to them. Friday nights, you do
vour twistin’ to the Diplomats’
beat, which 1 favor. They have a
really versatile guitar player.
At the band’s opening hour, the
ratio of girls to boys is staggering.
More guys filter in as time passes,
but never enough, And many of
them have no enterprise, preferring
to watch other people dance.
Good hunting, kemosabe,
# * * * *
Incidentally, in most knowledg-
able places, the Twist is dying the
slow painful death it deserved, just
as your old dad said it would.
And it’s not because the Limbo
is taking over, either. It's because
the Twist is basically a dull dance.
The Limbo — for 200 years as
indigenous to Central America as
Calypso. and bananas, is purely a
spectator sport.
Its present revival may be due to
Chubby Checker’s recent “Limbo
Rock”. Also there is the impetus
of bands of little colored kids in
New York who make fast street-
corner money by putting on well-
‘received Limbo shows till the police
chase them.
But, at these recent attempts
around rock ’n roll joints, it’s still,
and always will be, like amateur
stockcar racing: watching a few
people trying to kill themselves,
clumsily.
Generally, the return is to varia-
tions on old-tyme rocke and rolle
dancing, or what has been called,
for want of a better name, ‘“‘jitter-
bug”.
Impressions
By ROBERT G. ALDRICH
Whether you roll down the wide
sweeping lanes that is route 15, to
Williamsport, and cross the vistas
and valleys eastward on routes 220
and 118 or take the northern route
SIX across the State to route 309,
you are bound to at least pass
through the Carnival of Contrasts
that is Wyoming Valley.
Wealth and poverty are often side
by side, sometimes meet and at
points, ‘seem to overlap. Industry
and negligence are on every side
along with bright new advertising
signs professing hope for the future
beside weather-beaten, vandal rid-
dled signs of dispair. Mixed into it
all, it appears that there is at least
one store and restaurant for every
jman, women and child in the Val-
ley.
There seems to be a strange code
in force here governing motorists.
It works like this: You wait at an
intersection for oncoming traffic or
pedestrians and then test your skill
at beating them to the right-of-way.
It looks likes it ‘could be a real
messy game if you didn’t time
everything just right. The only
other place TI ever encountered a
similar practice was in a community
where there was a Wesleyan Col-
lege. It was no secret there that
they placed everything in the hands
of God.
Fall is not a very good time to
pass judgement on the natural
beauty of an area because of the
dirty brown, murky, leafless and
lifeless look that everything has
but even the blight of this cannot
conceal the natural grandeur that
is the valley and the mountains
that surround it.
It’s a true American. melting pot
of humanity. Race, creed and
previous condition of servitude
seem to mix and mingle with no ap-
parent concern over who was here
first or how many Lincolns, Wash-
ingtons, Judas or Brutus were in
your family tree.
With this ‘approach to life, they
can’t help but be nice. By now up
north where I came from it's get-
ting cold and up there hospitality
fluctuates with the weather. Since
we had four months of spring, four
months of fall, four months of win-
ter and mo summer at all, you can
see how human relations never
really thawed out. Down here it
appears because we're closer to the
south and protected by the moun-
tains, mature’s icy fingers don’t
seem to curdle the milk of human
kindness — as much.
Anyway, it's nice to meet a new
challenge in a scenic spot surround- |
How could we forget to mention '
nights, if you happen to be addicted |,
DALLAS, PENNSYLVANIA
From—
Pillar To Post...
By Hix
Just between us girls, what IS it that the announcer on the
television commercials buries in the bottom of that bowl of cat-food
which makes the pampered feline leap into the chow with all four
feet, snapping and growling in ecstasy as she squares her elbows to
keep all lesser cats out of her feed dish ?
Because, let's face it, it isn’t cat-chow.
It’s canned red salmon garnished with sardines.
fresh mouse.. Or maybe fresh ground hamburg.
No cat in its right mind is going to fall for a handful of little
brown pellets softened with water.
The cat-chow was displayed prominently on the shelf at the
Super Market. Tom and T were planning to get a kitten. We bought
a package of cat-chow in preparation for the great event.
It was as simple as that.
We were now ready to take on boarders, if we could find a
suitable kitten.
When you want kittens, you can’t find kittens.
of season.
For awhile there, we thought we had a kitten. A nice little black
and white kitten. But that was before the little girl who owned the
kitten found where it was living after it strayed from home. pre-
cipitating a practically international situation and causing the top
brass of Dallas Kiwanis to become a suppliant, begging the Hix from
the Stix to puhlease return the prodigal.
We watched the Dallas Post for some time after that, searching
for that familiar and frantic ad, “Six nice little kittens, FOR FREE.”
We remembered the occasion when a grandson came home from
school with nondescript article emitting an anxious purr. “Guess.
what? Janie is letting me have one of her kittens at a bargain . . .
only fifteen cents. That's because it is the last of the litter, and
Janie’s mother doesn’t want it to get lonesome.”
Having sawed off a surplus of kittens on an unsuspecting family
on numerous occasions, we knew exactly how Janie’s mother felt.
But the fifteen cent price tag was a new one. Probably made it
more valuable, to have to pay for it out of a slim allowance.
The kittens advertised last week in the Dallas Post bore no price
tag. When the ad came across the desk, the happy owner of the
kittens had a hand-picked recipient at once. “I'll take two of them,”
I said, jotting down the phone number on a piece of copy paper.
The owner of the kittens could hardly believe her ears, but she
wasn’t about to push her luck. “I'll send one of the children right
over with them,” she said. A few minutes later, there was a carton,
rocking dizzily on top of the counter, indignant shrieks muffled by
the corrugated board. :
It seemed a good idea to get the kittens home immediately.
“Now just hold everything,” I told the kittens, ‘I've got some-
thing at home that you will just LOVE.”
Five minutes later, with the bewildered kittens decanted onto
the kitchen floor, I assured Tom, “Now we'll get out the cat-chow
and have some real fun. I can’t wait to see them dive into it, just
like on T-V.”
We got out the cat-chow and mixed it with warm milk.
“NOW, stand back while they make a rush for it. See that they
both get a break. It wouldn't do for one of them to hog it all.”
Hog it all? Shucks, those kittens just sniffed at the cat chow
and turned their backs. Encouraged, they lapped a little of the milk.
The following day, we acquired another kitten, a somewhat
larger model, black and white, one that was clearly destined for the
SPCA if we didn’t take a hand. (We didn’t really NEED three
kittens.)
This kitten, offered a bowl of cat-chow, made an effort to please,
but his heart was not in it. He made the sacrifice as long as our
eyes were upon him; but the¥instant we turtied our backs, He spurned
the offering. 3 ;
“Eat it up,” I said sternly, “because that is what there is, and
until this box of cat-chow is all gone, every smidge, you've got a
fat chance of getting anything else.” E
Pinky returned to the bowl, but without enthusiasm.
Cat-chow for breakfast, cat-chow for lunch, cat-chow for supper,
cat-chow for a bedtime snack.
So what DO they put in the stuff to pump up that frantic
urgency the Siamese cat and the angora cat and the striped cat and
the black cat display on television ?
Probably the same stuff with which they bolster the appeal of
dog-chow.
Raw hamburg.
Or fillet of
They are out
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The World Was Better For Her Presence
In the death of Mrs. Carleton C. Jones of Glen Sum-
mit, the Dallas Post has lost one of its most valued
friends.
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Always, early in the fall, Mrs. Jones sent a delicate
Christmas poem to be imprinted on her Christmas cards.
A little later, a box of Christmas cards from the Wide-
Awake Book Shop arrived. These were always the kind
of cards that showed delightful little woodland scenes
with small children and little-animals and birds, appropri-
ate to the material of the poems. :
This year, the box of Christmas cards was wrapped
and ready for the mailing on Wednesday. Mrs: Jones had
checked with the Dallas Post a few days earlier, She felt
that she wanted to get the envelopes addressed ahead of
time, well in advance of the Christmas mailing rush.
It was then, that the news of her death was reported
© over the radio station.
Mrs. Jones, 83, was one of these rare people who
make the world better by the very fact of their presence
in it.
Let The People Speak
What a wonderful opportunity for forthright,
capable Independent candidates to be swept into county
office at the next General Election!
The public spectacle being presented almost daily at
the Luzerne County Court House by disreputed Republican
leaders and turn-coat Democrats is revolting to any self-
respecting citizen with Republican or Democratic leanings.
This sideshow can be explained only by the complete
lack of brains on the part of the buffoons who are pre-
senting it. It would be tragic if it were not so comic —
and so revealing. \ -
What intelligent citizen cares who gets a job on the
county or state payroll, so long as he is morally straight
and capable. Party hacks may be interested in patron-
age—but not an enlightened electorate!
The decent people who want and demand good
government, Republicans and Democrats alike, will arise
at the next General Election and sweep into office any
responsible, unselfish leader of either party who has the
courage to stand for office. And party endorsement could
be the kiss of death!
We are confident that Governor Elect William Scran-
ton has enough horse sense to withhold any patronage in
Luzerne County until the people have had an opportunity
to choose their own leaders at the next primary Election.
If he does otherwise, he will destroy what little is left of
the Republican Party here!
If he will encourage, young capable candidates, un- .
tinged by any Republican faction, the same voters who
split their tickets in the last General Election, will pro-
vide him with the proper answers! i
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