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Better Leighton Never
by Leighton Scott
es Talk this week was of the Blooms-
Es
burg Fair, and more than one mer-
s=chant said you could feel the pinch
locally when it got to be fair time.
sw If you were there, the chances
ive you saw a few friends, and may-
zwbe the school bands. A not com-
— sletely uncommon experience is for
“neighbors to bump into each other
w= on the midway, and some times not
even recognize one another. The lat-
ster is generally the case at the girly
shows.
ew. Fine weather, a novelty at
«##'Bloom”, served up record crowds
1 week, among which I mumbered
vo days in a row.
— “Now, I want to be honest with ya,
—_ go to fairs to eat. The reason I
“went back on Sapurday was that I
“had missed a few of those church
«stands the day before. See, I used
“46 work for Reithoffer Shows, so the
“rides, games, and shows simply
wesstimulate in me a reflex action to-
ward self-preservation, the first step
of which is to eat.
... Always the devotee of the great
American bean, I enjoyed a bowl
of white bean and ham soup at the
- Beach Haven Methodist, and a bowl
of red bean and I-don’t-know-what
at the Follmer Church stand.
T liberally interspersed my pat-
ronage of the church stands with
such secular offerings as peanuts,
accident.
very hard to come by.
Not all blood is alike.
yo Heo
of
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you need.
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process.
-nworyour family.
pizza, Cracker Jack, while my eom-
panions moved in on oysters and
pierogies.
What captured my fancy more
than anything else, though, was the
big butter-sploshed baked potato
offered by the Black Creek Methodist
Church. There it stood—the only
such potato in all of Bloomsburg, a
welcome variation om the popcorn
and hamburger theme.
I'm still put out that, by the time
I got around to dessert, which was
Saturday, the stands were sacked
of homemade apple pie.
This fearsome appetite is explained
better by the revealing fact that the
last day of the Bloomsburg Fair is
the anniversary of my quitting smok-
ing.
Visited with Pat Reithoffer who is
looking forward to his expanded
show circuit through the south,
which will last well into November.
His midway was high-lighted this
year for the first time by a ‘Sky
Wheel”, which you may have ridden
on—the double ferris wheel. The
ride was leased for the fair because,
as Pat noted, wincing, it costs about
$130,000. Whereas most rides will
take anywhere from two to five
hours to set up or tear down, this
giant takes two days for each!
: - PREDICTION
Now that the ICC approved the
Valley RR. abandoning its Dallas
‘line, I'll bet the government will be
after the station property and some
of Millie Devens LaBar's adjoining
land for the new postoffice, and ac-
cording to all contacts I've made,
all parties should be willin’.
Editorially Speaking:
iL Giving your pint of blood to the Blood-Bank is some-
thing which nobody but you can do.
People have died from lack of blood after a ghastly
In days when there was no Blood-Bank, people paid
fantastic prices to donors, and certain types of blood were
There are several different
groups, and if no blood of the specific type you need is
available, you eannot be safely given a transfusion, no
matter how desperate the need.
That is where the Blood-Bank comes in.
The Blood-Bank keeps in cold storage blood of all
If you belong to the Blood-
vie Assurance program, you are guaranteed blood of the type
If is like money in the savings bank. You hope that
you will not have to draw on it, but it is ready and waiting.
One pint of blood is a very small price to pay for
Many of our older residents are no longer permitted
to give blood. This means that people from a younger
age-group must take over, to replace the faithful donors
who have given year after year.
There is nothing to be afraid of. It is a very simple
You restore your own blood within a matter
~of a few days, and the Blood-Bank then has on hand a
=" pint of blood which will save a life.
a And saving a life is exactly what you will be doing
.if you donate to the Blood-Bank.
It could be your own life, or that of a member of
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There'll be fun
In the sun.
bre vs oo
Autumn ‘air
Ride or walk, but really do it
By the dozen, let's get buzzin’
To the fair.
Every road will lead you to it
Invitation To The Rotary Fair
There'll be a modern version of a good old country fair
With a host of things to please you in a way beyond compare
| All the best Back Mountain offers will be there on proud display
At the sunfilled, funfilled fairgrounds on that crisp October day.
There'll be old friends there to meet you
There'll be brass bands there to greet you
- There'll be hustle, there’ll be bustle
You'll be glad you spent your dollars
‘When you see the fun that ‘follers’
You'll be dancin’ you'll be prancin’
There'll be fashions for the ladies, a horse show for the men
baby show, a drill team, someoldtime cars and then
concert and a ball game, some fire works at night
“* And many things designed to make a day ‘of real delight.
You'll have fun and yow'll have liar
You'll have joy in fullest measure
You'll be happy in the snappy
—W. G. SEAMAN
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Only
Yesterday
Twenty and Thirty Years
Ago In The Dallas Post
Ten,
It Happened
30 Years Ago
Crops suffered from the effect of
a freak season of cold, rain, drought
and gales.
Shrineview residents joined Dal-
las Borough in a water complaint to
the PUC, charging faulty quality and
quantity.
Dallas Township football team
were the victors in a game between
alumni and high school, score 13-6.
James, Walters, longtime resident
of Dallas, died at his home.
Independent candidates stirred in-
terest in the general election, Har-
old Wagner and Fred Goodrich filing
from Dallas Borough and Dallas
Township.
Audrey Carle and Kathryn Phil-
lips were appointed to the faculty
of Kingston Township Schools.
Hugh Thomas, Kingston, was ac-
quitted of the involuntary man-
slaughter charge in the death of
Ruth Parks, Dallas.
Mrs. Henry Keifer celebrated her
88th birthday anniversary.
It Happened
20 Years Ago
Ralph Eipper was named street
commissioner of Dallas Borough.
Joe MacVeigh, chairman of Draft
Board # 1, feared dads would have
to leave area to work in defense
plants elsewhere.
Hugh Morton, survivor of the Air-
craft Carrier Hornet, destroyed by
fire, paid a visit to his parents, the
James Mortons, Harvey's Lake.
Lt. Col. Norman Smith was ap-
pointed to head the athletic pr-
ograms for all air bases in the South
Pacific.
William Devons, 70, Soroet Valley,
died of a stroke while running the
mowing machine on the Henry
Trumbower farm.
Carrot and tomato crops topped
the record of ten years ago while
other produce output dwindled.
State Health Department urged
Dallas Borough to hire a part time
nurse to teach health.
Scientific fire fighting courses
were conducted at Dallas and Har-
vey's Lake.
Antonia Kozemchak was com-
missioned a Third Officer in the
WAAC. .
Mrs. Ruth Ide, Idetown, was sever-
at her home.
town, to Flight Officer John C. Cole-
man, West Pittston.
Died: Simon Schneider, 68, Sha-
vertown.
Servicemen _heard form: Harry
Decker, Va.; Ernest Carey, Fleet Post
Office N.Y.; Richard LeGrande, U.S.
Navy; Will Rogers, South Pacific;
Eddie Ide, Mo.; Frank Dennis, Sicily;
William Sayre, N.Y.; James Agnew,
Va.; Carl Dykman, Ky.; Tke Mellner,
Ga.; and Stephen Hayer, Ga.
It Happened
{0 Years Ago
Charles Wheaton «Lee, prominent
Dallag businessman, who died in
Nesbitt - Hospital, was buried at
Arlington Cemetery.
H. H. Butler was named general
manager of Commonwealth Tele-
phone Company.
Back Mountain area obtained
largest number of new members for
YMCA.
A 24 unit motel was being com-
structed at the jointure of routes
309 and 115 in Dallas.
All areas were represented in
the Back Mountain Community Con-
cert. held at Westmoreland High
School.
Mrs. Carl Siglin,. Mrs. Elmer
Weaver and Dorcas Wright were
painfully injured when their car
rolled over near Eatonville while on
their way to work. :
Joseph Coniglio, Westmoreland
High School, received the Ford A-
ward for his hand carved pistol
entered in competition.
The Distributor had too many WHITE
SPORTS CARS
: Now - - - we have too many
B. M. C
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THE DALLAS POST, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 3, 1963
Mrs. Lena R. Moss, 78
Rests At Muhlenberg
Services for Mrs. Lema R. Moss,
78, Hunlock Creek, who died Friday
afternoon at her home, were held
Monday afternoon from Bronson
Funeral Home, Sweet Valley.
Rev. Herbert Punchard, Oakdale
8 | Baptist Church, officiated. Interment
“|'was in Marvin Cemetery,
Muhlen-
berg.
Born in Plymouth daughter of
the late Charles Dodson, Civil War
veteran and Julia Davenport Dod-
son, Mrs. Moss hed resided in Hun-
lock Creek most of her life.
She was stricken ill only a week
before her death and had visited in
Bloomsburg prior to her illness.
She and her husband, Martin, cele-
brated their 50th wedding anmivers-
ary in 1958. Mrs. Moss was an active
member of Muhlenburg Methodist
Church, its WiSCS and Ladies Sun-
day School Class.
In addition to her husband she is
survived by son, Charles, Hunlock
Colorado and Charles Moss, Kings-
ton.
Mrs. Ethel King, 75,
Buried At Wardan
Mrs. Ethel King, 75, former resi-
dent of Dallas, who died unex-
pectedly last Sunday evening at
Lourdes Hospital, Binghamton,
which she was expecting to leave
Monday morning after making ap-
parent good recovery from a
heart attack. She was buried
Wednesday afternoon in Ward-
an Cemetery, commital services
performed by Rev. Joseph C. Mc-
Ginnis who had officiated from a
Binghamton funeral home at 11 4.m.
Until 1931, Mrs. King lived in
Dallas. Her parents were the late
James L. and Jennie Moyer Hefft,
Carverton.
She was educated in area schools,
her eldest son James R. King gradu-
ating from Dallas High School in
1928.
In Johnsom City, Mrs. King be-
longed to the Primitive Methodist
Church.
She is survived by her husband
Raymond A. King; sons, James R.
Bimghamton, and Kenneth M., Hall-
stead; daughters: Mrs. V. Howard
Gould, Binghamton; and Mrs. Louise
Delgado, Windsor, N.Y.; sisters: C.
Edna Hefft and Mary Hefft, both of
Haddonfield, N.J.; amd Mrs. John
Dana, Carverton; a brother Lee,
Trenton, N.J.; nineteen grandchild-
ren, three great grandchildren. Many
Hefft connections survive in the
Carverton area.
Creek and nephews, James Moss, |
stores,
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Rambling Around
3 By The Oldtimer — D. A. Waters
From the standpoint of space, our
part of the world is getting smaller.
Recently our son, Bill, out in Arm-
strong County, participated in a con-
servationists tour of that county in-
specting damage by strip mining and
steps being taken to reforest and
replant it. In charge of the tour was
Grant Davis, who lives on Midland
Drive, Dallas, working out of an
office in Kingston. Most surprising
among the other federal employes
was William McQuilkin, who for-
merly lived at the foot of Franklin
Street, now living in Springfield,
Mass.
Out there the strip mining is
right out in the rural areas. Some
of ‘the soil will readily grow alfalfa
grading, some has been replanted
with trees. There ‘are some open
rocky places like we see here. In-’
cidentally, almost every farm there
has its own well of natural gas. All,
you see is a pipe projecting from
the ground with valves, and dis-
tributing system attached. Real
estate developers put a gas line con-
nection in front of each lot.
But when time is considered,
some common local things seem far
away. Recently we were in a home
where even the grandmother had
never had a ride on a railroad train,
and ‘she was no exception to the
experience of many now. A whole
generation has grown up without
ever riding in a trolley car. Probably
relatively few around here ever saw
a blacksmith shoe a horse and do
other work on hot iron working
with hammers, tongs, and anvil.
Blacksmiths were located every few
miles in villages, along with country
now making up museum
items.
Many today never rode a horse,
although there seem to be quite a
lot of riding horses around. But the
driving horses and various kinds of
wagons and sleighs pulled by them
have practically disappeared in this
immediate area. Many of the young-
er generation never rode behind a
horse. An evening ride in a farm
hay wagon or sled, pulled by farm
horses, on a brisk moonlight night
had something on many common
diversions now.
And the number of us who per-
sonally upset a load of hay enroute
from the field to the barn is dwind-
ling, also those who upset a cutter
into a snow bank, making the driver
red-faced, also the girl for a dif-
ferent reason. A sudden ducking
head first into the deep snow has
that effect.
Few youmgsters today ever see
a genuine play by professional actors
on a commercial stage, unless they
go to New York or some other big
city, or happen to hit a summer
theatre somewhere. In our younger
days we could see one almost any
evening by spending fifteen or twen-
ty cents carfare on the street car,
each way.
Today the automobile has greatly
increased speed, sometimes where
there is insufficient space. We have
a good example right now as our
new road is built. Every few days
someone comes out in the paper
praising the drivers for observing
35 mile speed limit and the mo-pass-
ing rule. But such observance is by
no means uniform. Almost every
trip we see drivers passing at ran-
dom at fifty miles per hour, maybe
more. Knowing there are barricades
ahead, you wonder sometimes
where the drivers expect to go. How-
ever they somehow get away with
it. Once I saw a driver establish a
wavy highspeed middle lane across
North Street Bridge, which is a two
lane bridge, speed restriction 15
mph. Somehow he got across.
Opening of school has cut down
the immature of all ages making
figure eights with bicycles on the
highways, and the gangs of teen-
agers, usually girls, spread out a-
breast apparently heading for no-
where at a greatly reduced speed.
Nothing seems to cut down on the
number of hitchhikers waving “an
arm and standing out a yard or more
from the curb.
It is not too amnoying to have to
come to a full stop to keep from
hitting any of these. We have learn-
ed to live with such things. It is,
however, rubbing it in a little too
far when, one and all, they either
give you an amused grin, or a fierce
look, or make some remark which
this column could not print.
Corrections
Dr. Henry M. Laing was known as
the “Young” and not the “New”
doctor as appeared in this column
recently. The word was correctly
typed “Young” leaving me.
and not 1927, which was also cor-
rectly written in good plain type.
It is getting so I never know what
will come out in the paper, even
though the column is corrected and
double checked leaving me.
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With the contribution of One
Hundred Dollars to the Dallas Senior
Woman’s Scholarship Loan Fund,
Mr. and Mrs. Henry Moyer, Shrine
Acres, Dallas, have become the first
Charter members of the Fund's Cen-
tury Club. This donation was made
in memory of Mrs. Clinton B. Moyer,
Mr. Moyer’s mother, who was one
of the originators of a Scholarship
Fund by the North Wales Civic
Woman's Club which has now been
in existence for the past’ thirty
years.
Pictured left to right are Mrs.
Granville Sowden, secretary treas-
urer, Mrs. Henry Moyer, Henry
Moyer, Mrs. Fred Eck, chairman,
Scholarship Fund; Mrs. Howard
Wiley, president, Dallas Senior
‘Woman's Club.
Associate membership of the
Fund Committee is extended to
"donors of Ten Dollars or more, and
contributions have been made by
Mr. and Mrs. Howard Wiley, the
Nurses’ Emergency Relief Fund of
the Back Mountain, and Mr. and
Mrs. Granville Sowden. Accumula-
tive donations by an individual
totaling One Hundred Dollars prior
to January 1, 1965 constitutes Char-
ter membership in the Century Club.
Memorials hove also been estab-
lished by contributions of the
| Woman's od in the names of John
Moyers Present Check To Scholarship Fund
Williams, William Krimmel and T.
M. B. Hicks, deceased husbands of
members of the Club.
It is hoped that other citizens of
the community will show like inter-
est in helping boys and girls of this
area to receive ‘the education needed
to prepare themselves for their | |
chosen vocation. It is with great
pride that the Fund Committee has
already approved several applica- |}
tions for advanced training this Fall.
With active support of the area’s
citizens in helping the Fund to
grow, more students may be so as-
sisted in the interim years before
a more stable amount is available
through returns of funds mow being
loaned: This pattern of assistance
to college students is fast becoming
povular by various organizations
amd communities throughout the
country and it is hoped the initia-
tion of such a program for deserving
needv yonng neonle bv the Woman's
Club in the Back Mountain area will
reneive suvbort.
The Fund ic governed hv a Com-
mittee of fifteen members. com-
nricgad of threa executive nffiners of
which Mrs. Fred Eck is Chairman.
a Board of Trustees of nine mem-
here, and the Aasictant Prineinal and
Caidanca Onnneelor of the Dallas
Senior High School.
A recipient of any loan from the
Fund shall be a graduate of Dallas
Senior High School or a child of any
of the Dallas
Woman's Club graduating from an-
other school.
member Senior
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By Hix
Next year I'll take my own advice, and admire the autumn
foliage in the Back Mountain instead of Massachusetts. :
But at the time, it looked like a good idea to take off. The
weather was perfect, the hills were beginning to flame, and if Massa-
chusetts could add a little something to the glory of the Pennsyl- 5
vania hills, it was welcome to try.
No doubt about it, Massachusetts and New Hampshire put on
a good show before the tag-end of the Northeaster lashed the coast
on Sunday and dropped a dripping veil over the scenery. The rain
made it easier to leave Chelmsford, which was getting a much-needed
soaking, causing the roads to run like rivers, and the Turnpike to
resemble a mountain torrent. :
Nice day to drive.. Nobody on the road, and the rain was cal-
culated to cool down the tires.
How could anybody guess that it would take three days to make
that trip, just a hair less than four hundred miles ?
Massachusetts has blue laws! and though it is permissible to
change a tire for a customer, any service station attendant risks the -
law when he opens the hood of a car.
There was a mechanic at Sturbridge (recommended surrepti-
tiously by State Police), who had a look, did a few little things such
as checking the aperture of the new spark plugs, rendered a bill for
$7.95, took the Austin out for a high speed test on the road, said
everything was now Jake.
Back on the Massachusetts Turnpike, things were Jake for ten
whole miles and then the engine started missing again. It threatened
to quit cold on a hill, and a shot of gas by choke blew things sky-
high. The explosion was spectacular, and the car started making
like Barney Oldfield.
The attendant at the toll station leading to Springfield said
could be there'd be some station open that could cope with the situa-
tion, “But you know how it is, lady, it's Sunday, and while you can
get gas, you can’t get much in the way of service.”
Half an hour later, back on the Turnpike after a fruitless search
for help, the Austin crawled through the same port of entry, and
the same toll booth attendant peered out through the rain.
“Couldn’t find anything open?” he inquired.
“Probably shouldn't be-on the turnpike at all.
if IT conk out along the roadside ?”
“The Staties will find you. They patrol the road right along.”
I crawled up a few more hills, the engine spitting and coughing
and backfiring, threatening to quit, but always gasping in a little
more gas at the last possible moment.
Food and fuel, two miles on. The attendants gathered to look
at what was limping in. Arrayed in yellow slickers and Sou-
wester hats, dripping rain, they condoled, but “Lady, we haven't GOT
a mechanic.”
What happens
However, concrete suggestions were offered: Up the road about
ten miles, nearer eleven, there's a State Police barracks. Better turn
in there. i
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The eleven miles looked insaymouirighle. The Berkshires were
rearing up on their hind legs.
The State Police were sympathetic, but had no suggestions, ex-
cept I better get off the road and into Westfield. There was a gar-
age in Westfield, and the owner was contacted on the phone. "Only
a few more miles to the Westfieldexit.
“Lady, it's Sunday,” etc, etc, etc. ‘ What you better do is back-
track to Springfield. /There’s a foreign car place there, and it'll be
open tomorrow.”
Backtracking to Springfield took a little doing, but the car was
‘acting a little better now. The first filling station said it could do
something i in the morning, I'd better find a motel and spend the night.
of phoning the family to allay any possible fears.
“And you'll
Business
Business of spending the night, delivered by taxi.
at it first off in the morning?”
Business of going back to the filling station bright and early.
The Austin was sitting up on the lift and the attendant was cluck-
ing over the hole in themuffler. “You sure musta give it the gun,”
he announced with admiration.
Four hours later the Austin was equipped with a new muffler,
product of Henry Ford.
“Now lookit, I'm not settling for just a muffler. I want to know
why this car backfires and hesitates, then goes on again for several
miles without trouble.”
“Ma’am, I've checked everything out, and everything is fine.
Just nurse it along and you'll get home all right.”
In Hartford the thing quit dead. A moment or so later, it
started up again, but reluctantly.
The boys in the foreign car garages said the spark plugs and
points were fine, the compression excellent. It ought to run all right.
It ran all right when one of them gave it a try oni the road. “Just
don’t worry about it, ma’am, You gotta have confidence in your car.”
This time, it went five miles without hesitating. And for whole
stretches of road, it acted almost human. Leaving Hartford at 5 p.m.,
it was conceivable that the car could keep on rolling until it hit
Dallas at maybe three in the morning . . . with luck. #
: This time it was the driver who wore out, and not the car.
Route 6 out of Hartford looked so homelike. Route 6 right into
Tunkhannock, happy thought. Once on Route 6, nothing very bad
could happen.
Route 6 rose straight up in the air right across the border. The
sign said Bear Mountain Road, TheAustin plugged up an endless hill
at twenty miles an hour. It came down again and went up another
hill. Tt crossed the Hudson, and it kept on going by some miracle.
Eons later it reached the New York Thru-way, and there was a
Motel, gathering frantic customers as they left Bear Mountain, the
only lighted spot on the lonesome road.
The next morning (after another battery of phone calls to the
family and the Dallas Post,) the happiest of happy accidents oc-
curred.
The car conked out completely and finally, right in front of a
Rambler service station.
And there was a mechanic who was willing to listen, and who
spotted the trouble instantly.
“Sounds like dirt in the fuel filter,” he proclaimed, and ten
minutes later showed me the sludge. ‘“How on earth it ever got
any gas through that gunk, is a mystery,” he continued. “And just
to make assurance doubly sure, T'll go over the carburetor.”
Along about ten o'clock there was a coffee break, to which the
visiting customer was invited.
And at 11, the carburetor, gleaming like new, was back in “place,
and the car ready for the road. And I do mean READY. It'ran like
a dream. S
And what I want to know, is why one of the other mechanics
didn’t spot the trouble instantly, especially as I had said on each
occasion, that it sounded like dirt to me.
Such a ridiculously simple solution.
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