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~ Editorially Speaking:
It Can Be Pretty Fatal
What we do not need for Christmas of New Years,
is front page news of teen-agers getting themselves killed
on the highways out of sheer zest for living.
Zest for living is all too apt to end up in the morgue
during the holidays.
So hold it down a little, kids.
tl If this season is anything like last year at this time,
it’s going to be plenty slippery, and everybody is going
to be in a whale of a hurry to get somewhere fast.
It isn’t just the girl who gets killed or disfigured for
~ life who is to be pitied after the ambulances have left the
scene of the crash.
Or the parents who must now pick up the pieces of
their life and go on without their child.
It’s the boy who was driving the car, the one who
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in the mirror.
couldn’t resist passing on the hill, the boy who will have
~ to face himself all the rest of his life, every time he looks
Compassion is for him, as well as for the bereaved
parents.
Because, in a way, he couldn’t help himself!
He simply had to prove himself a man among men,
and this was the way of the tribe. ;
And the way of the tribe can be pretty fatal.
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Pillar To Post...
Even the rush and bustle of Christmas is a joyous thing, for
under the veneer of commercialism there is the age-old conviction
} that all’s right with the world; that hope and faith are living things,
g : and that love is here. :
That the birth of an infant centuries ago, to a humble family
Bt pausing overnight in a stable .
. . because there was no room at
the Inn . . . revolutionized the world.
That wars and plagues and injustices are not able to blot out
that shining moment.
That the ‘little people” are indeed the chosen ones.
J And that step by weary step, the world is groping its way to-
ward better understanding and a closer kinship.
Christmas is a warm and beautiful thing.
Christmas is the Boy ‘Scout who brings you the candy you've
~ ordered from his troop, the lad grown astonishingly tall, who hands
~ you in addition to candy a little box of narcissus bulbs.
Christmas is the Brass Choir trumpeting the age-old carols.
It’s the Girl Scouts gathered around the community Christmas
tree, singing in the frosty air as white flakes powder their shoulders.
It’s the sunflower seed in the bird feeder, and the small downy
woodpecker wrestling a shred from the frozen lump of suet.
and finds the bundle of hay.
the ceremonial fire.
It’s the fragrance of balsam, and the glitter of tinsel, and the
red ribbon on the Christmas wreath.
It’s the silent little rabbit that hops across the drifted snow,
It’s the stack of seasoned applewood awaiting the lighting of
It’s the tang of cedar and the scent of cinnamon.
It’s the stockings hanging limp by the chimney-piece.
It’s the manger scene at the church, and the familiar miracle
. Which transmutes one night out of the year into something glorious
and golden, a night apart from other nights, when the world waits
breathlessly and the stars touch the earth on the stroke of midnight.
. “WITH LOVE”
“We'll be looking for you both -
Quite early Christmas Eve,”
2 ~The letter signed, “with love,”
fn ~ A phrase not hard to believe.
i Then thoughts raced out
Across the starry sky's great bend
To Christmas Eve and love that waits
At Christmas journey’s end.
Within the family circle
On this.quiet Holy Night,
Love dwells in eyes that shine
With tender, pure delight,
And young and old come closer to
The deeper meaning of
That Christmas Eve, so long ago,
That sent God's Gift of Love.
For Christmas time is family time,
N The whole wide world around,
. And in the earthbound heart of man
No greater love is found
' When Christmas Eve lights candles
That catch The Star’s own light,
To glow in hearts throughout the years
“With love,” forever bright.
WRITTEN BY OUR:
JOHNNY, THE LITTLE ELF
My name is Johnny, the little elf,
I live with Santa on the shelf,
I help him make all the toys
To give to all the girls and boys.
Jimmy Miller
Dallas, Grade 6
THE MADDENING MOMENT
I looked out my window and saw
snow in flight.
Certainly it was a ‘beautiful sight!
I couldn’t go out so I tore things
in lumps.
I couldn’t go out ‘cause I had the
mumps! 3
Carole Hozempa
Dallas, Grade 6
CHRISTMAS
Down through the chimney,
Just like a big lump,
Comes jolly St. Nicholas
All red-cheeked and plump.
filled all the stockings,
d trimmed the big tree, ,
Sat in the chair rocking,
‘With a hot cup of tea.
But alas! He hears noises,
Oh who can they be,
Why the children of course
‘Who else, Hee, Hee, Hee.
He’s now on the roof top,
He's now in the sky,
Dear St. Nicholas
Ho, Ho, Ho. Good-By!
. ; Jane Gilmartin !
i Trucksville, Grade 6
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Willard G. Seaman
BOYS AND GIRLS
MY TEACHER AT CHRISTMAS
My teacher is full of Christmas
Cheer,
Thinking of what she will get this
year.
She wants a car of sky blue pink,
So when ghe goes out she can wear
her mink.
She will put on her yellow gown,
And around her head, a golden
crown.
Now She will go to the Christmas
all,
With a great big hero named Paul.
Trucksville, Grade 5
Betty McLaughlin
ON A SNOWY DAY
Fence posts wear marshmallow hats,
On a winter day,,
Bushes in their night gowns,
Are kneeling down ‘to pray,
And trees spread out snowy skirts,
Before they dance away.
Bill Gorton
Palermo, Grade 5
OUR CHRISTMAS GIFT
Early on a Christmas morn,
A little Savior was born.
He was born in a little manger
Much like a little stranger.
Wise Men came from afar
Following a shining star.
They were sent by a king
With beautiful gifts to bring.
Christ was a gift to you and me
And 4 gift to the whole world you
see! oA Ca
5 By Suellen Roberts
Dallas, Grade 8.
Only
Yesterday
Ten, Twenty and Thirty Years
Ago In The Dallas Post
30 Years Ago
It was the Christmas issue. The
country was beginning to pull it-
self up by its bootstraps from the
depths of the depression, and was
looking forward to brighter times
in 1964. Civil works projects were
expected to provide work for at
least 250 in this area, and business-
men were making an effort to em-
ploy men + who were desperately
hunting for jobs.
Motorists were seeking a con-
necting link between Wyoming
Avenue and the Dallas highway, to
eliminate the bottleneck through
Luzerne’s business district. Plans
were for a forty-foot concrete high-
way bypassing the crowded section.
Professor Charles March, -long-
time friend of the Dallas Post, was
speaker for Borough PTA. :
Dr. L. L. Sprague, president of
Wyoming Seminary, and the
Seminary itself, were both 89 years
old, hale and hearty.
Laketon and Lehman took the
lead in the Rural League, downing
Trucksville and Dallas Borough.
James Race was selected by Dal-
las Township school board to fill
the vacancy caused by resignation
of Adam Kiefer, I
Members of the cast of Kingston
Township High School's senior play.
“In Came Mary Ann,” were Ruth
Perkins, Marian ‘Schooley, Virginia
Fuller, Beatrice Williams, Mary
Hay, Douglas Riddle, Ward Yorks,
Karl Woolbert, and James Camp-
bell. Director was Miss Hilda
Staub.
Stewing chickens were 17 cents
a pound, turkeys 25; butter, 2 1bs.
.3 cents, pork loins 12V, cents,
Brazil nuts 15 cents, tangerines a
cent apiece.
George - Prater was reelected
president of Shavertown Fire Com-
pany.
20 Years Ago
St. Therese’s Church was mark-
ing its fifteenth year with a mid-
night Mass for Christmas. On
Christmas Eve of 1928, the edifice
had not been completed, but Mass
was sung nonttheless. Twenty years
ago in 1943, the debt had been |
liquidated. Father O'Leary cele-
brated the Mass, Rev. John J.
O'Neill, Mount St. Mary's, de-
livered the sermon.
Little Theatre of Wilkes-Barre
was preparing to present the Mira-
cle Play, the York Nativity.
The war was still going on and
i a box at the top of the front
page were listed local boys killed
in action, wounded in action, miss-
ing in action, plus a grim list of
prisoners of war. A small notation
said 725 free Posts to soldiers this
week.
Heard from in the Outpost were.
Kenneth Kocher, Camp Polk; Jonn
Qeletsky, Newport News; Howard
EB. Parsons, with the Atlantic
Fleet; Bill Baker, San Antonio,
Bob Price, Italy; Robert Anderson,
Gulfport Field; Walter Schuler,
New York APO. :
Tt was an eight-page issue
printed in green ink. It contained
a flock of Christmas greetings and
little else. Announcements of serv-
ices in the various churches domi-
nated the front page.
10 Years Ago
Another green issue dedicated
to peace on earth, but with a
weather eye out for a possible
atomic war. Hints on equipping
a household shelter hobnobbed
with Christmas greetings from the
advertisers.
Ross Township pupils all moved
to the new elementary school
building in Sweet Valley, as fires
flickered out forever in six one-
room schools. Indoor plumbing, a
commonplace in most of the pupils’
homes, was now a reality in the
new school. Central heating and
modern desks replaced outmoded
equipment in the one-room schools,
and heated buses transported 160
pupils.
The children were established in
the new- school just two days be-
fore the (Christmas vacation, wel-
comed by supervising Principal
Lester Squier and head teacher
Myron Moss. The fruits of the
new jointure with Lehman-Jack-
son were evident.
Mystery slaying of a Kingston
woman at Harveys Lake had de-
tectives working around the clock
after Mrs. Joseph’ Gilhool’s strange
disappearance in the early morn-
ing hours from a tavern and the
subsequent finding of her lifeless
body on the lake-front. Death
was from blows on the head.
There was no robbery involved.
Her handbag and wallet were in-
tact.
It had been a rough party, last-
ing far into the night beyond legal
closing time. The area where the
frozen body was found two days
after her’ death, had been in-
spected by searchers on the day of
the disappearance.
Married: Louise Garnett to Conrad
Hislop.
Died: Thomas Eipper, 93, Shaver-
town. Mrs. Mary Wright, Trucks-
ville, six weeks after the death of
her husband Walter, custodian for
Dallas Free Methodist Camp
Grounds. Mrs. Andrew Todd Mec-
Clintock, Upper Demunds Road.
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THE DALLAS POST, MON
Better Leighton Never
f by Leighton Scott
HO - HO - HO
Picture we wish we had 1/-taken
and 2/-saved for use. on this year’s
Christmas cards (if we were send-
ing any):
Last year on Christmas Day,
Chee - Chee, the monkey, formerly
of Dallas, now of Harveys Lake, got
ahold of a glass of sherry and
dropped it down the hatch faster
than a TV pain-reliever commer-
cial.
Now, a grown man who chugs
one glass of wine won't be arrested
driving home, but he won't have
exactly the same outlook on life
as he did a few minutes prior. Giv-
en, one animal with a head no big-
ger than a billiard ball, add one
fast glass, and you've got a small,
but 100 per cent drunk on yout
hands. ;
‘Well, imagine Chee-Chee being
nice to one and all, with a ho‘ho-ho,
and curling up in peoples’ laps,
perfect strangers, and us worried
that at any time she might come
out of it, look up and scream ‘I
don’t’ know you! ! ”, and CHOMP.
And me with no camera. Well, I
give you that family psrirait in
this Christmas column as my hol-
‘day greetings, and hop: that the
thousand words are worth one pi.-
ture.
(What happened to Chee-Chee
then? Why, she got quite notice-
ably sick, and threw a damper on
everything, in a manner of gpeak-
ing.)
SEEN AND HEARD
To whom it may concern: Shut
up and keep driving.
Mrs. Hicks says she’s calling her
little blue Austin ‘Pink Perfection
Camelia” because it wilts at the
first sign of cold weather.
People are saying that the pro-
secution forgot somebody in the
“November . Deer, Incorporated”
scandal. .
What a commotion down at the
postoffice! They're going under a
sea of mail. “That’s nothing”, ‘says
Bob Phillips, ‘you oughta see it
around Christmas time.” (How's
that?)
Better Leighton Never, fellas.
I don’t know if he has any left,
but a lot of people are enjoying
Chef Hans Menzel’'s Christmas
cookies (at a bargain rate). A bit
of perfection with old world re-
cipes and loving care.
Happy birthday to that merry
old soul, cousin Herm Kern, one of
America’s famous innkeepers, whose
customers drop over to Outlet
from as far away as Williamsport
to hear him lay out a song, sans
microphone. His 64th Friday.
Rumor has been confirmed that
Frankie Wagner Jr. bagged a three-
legged deer in East Dallas. Pete
Lange, who chuckles when he tells
of Frank’s trophy, shot one with
one whole and one half an
antler, near Lovelton.
LAST FRONTIER
The holiday season intensifies
the pace of everything, including
shopping center driving, which is
an anarchic menace any time of the
year.
‘We have two bonafide shopping
centers, Dallas and Shavertown,
plus the parking lot across from
Dallas Post Office, and when one
enters with car, one is immediately
aware that he is encountering the
last vestiges of pure laissez-faire
living.
First off, the place is lousy with
women drivers, oft unjustly ma-
liened - categorically, but nonethe-
less a constant hazard. Walled in
on two sides by tas of groceries
thev lurch forward or backward
at full throttle, minds absorbed by
comparative prices of spinach. At
the last minute, they correct any
and all errors by jamming on the
brakes and/or consulting their fa-
vorite service station attendant.
The fact that our local svorts
cal club chooses shopping center
vlazas as the vlace to hold time
trials and gymkanas is itself signi-
ficant of the nature of the arena.
The plaza is limitless, bounded only
a mesh of vellow lines which exert
about ss much power as the De-
fonaa Minicter of Monaco. The lines
invite cutting across.
And there are no police. Some-
how. two drivers at onnosite ends
of the nlaza can. within seconds.
snot each other, the exit, and the
fact that it is going to ruin the
day if the one dosen’t make it
throush before the other.
Dallas ‘Shopving Center is in meed
of some better entrance svstem.
Either that, or (and the merchants
will back me all the wav on this
one) put in another traffic light,
maling us a two-licht town.
- Shavertown’s problem is not ae-
cessabilitv, but rather just plain too
many cars. each going in one of
360 directions.
So the present state of shonving
center driving has no more rhvme
or reason ‘than one of those crazv |
four-way stov sign systems which
invite minor four-car collisions.
Presently these centers of com-
merce are vrivatelv owned (thank
Heaven). but if their volumes of
trade picks un. and I think its a
aafe het thev do. the narking areas
themselves will have to be public-
Tv regulated.
Til then. shovping center driv-
ing will remain one of the nrim-
tive dangerous arts. a breath of
fresh air in an otherwise arch-
oredictable world, where every
man and woman can play at he-
‘ng a Mexican cab-driver, and wa'i*
for the engineers to figure it all
DAY, DECEMBER 23, 1963
Rambling
Around
By The Old-Timer—D. A. Waters
Most seriougly injured local boy
in a coasting accident, in my re-
collection, was John Gregory, bro-
ther of Charles B. Gregory, Mrs.
Ruth Gregg, and Mrg. Charles Sha-
ver. While returning from school
he crashed into the picket fence
in front of the Honeywell property
on Main Street, more recently
known as Lundy’s. John had a
thigh muscle torn, with a gash
which required gome forty sutures
to close. He was in bed a long time
but subsequently got around and
lived here for years thereafter.
Most of hig aduit years havz been
spent in newspaper work in the
general area of Philadelphia, where
he «till is.
Probably more seriougly hurt at
the same place was Harold Bolton
Coon, a school boy from Kingston,
who came up here to. coast while
vigiting Elwood Garrahan, of Hunts-
ville Street. He sustained a broken
knee which made him walk with
a limp thereafter. However he got
around on it so well that he re-
sumed playing 'tennie and similar
gameg. A few years later he enrolled
at Pennsylvania State College and
died there on April 18, 1918, in his
freshman year, during the {ln epi-
demic. He was a younger brother
of A. Harden Coon of Huntsville.
Another hurt at the game corner
was Marguerite Frantz, sister of
Mrs. Horold Titman.
While John Gregory was in bed,
we were talking about recent ger-
ious accidents on Church Street. At
the time the sidewalk on the east
side terminated at the end of the
Bank property, now owned by the
Telephone Company. The roadway
was narrow, unpaved, with deep
ditches. There was a flagstone cross-
walk across the road to the hotel
side, from which a flagstone walk
led up to the Methodist church,
most of which is still in use. The
last big flagstone of the cross-walk
formed a bridge over the ditch.
Due to the curvature of the road,
youngsters coasting down could not
see approaching teams until on the
curve, and there was no place to
turn except into the ditch. With
much momestum striking the cross-
walk was inevitable. The only one
coming to mind now, hurt on Church
Hill, was Harold Evans, son of Rev.
and Mrs. David Evans. Mr. Evans
was pastor of the Methodist Church
1903-1909, so the accident must
have been within that period.
ter Hill. Then the hill was more
steep than now, some filling having
been done at the bottom, and other
grading also. The dirt road was
crossed by several ‘‘Thank-ye
mams ”’, rural term for slightly in-
clined cross ditches put in to keep
water from running down the road.
When a sled struck one of these
it would take off like a pair of skis
on a jump, sometimes not landing
right side up and straight ahead.
At the bottom of the hill was the
raiced track and roadbed of the
trolley line, also good for a good
inmp. Maude Raub was among
those hurt on ‘Center Hill.
Personally, I turned off Hunts-
ville Street in front of Anderson’s
stddenly when a team appeared
out of Lehman Avenue and struck
head-on a tie-post about as thick
as a good big telephone nole. By
good luck it had stood there for
many vears and broke off at the
ground. However. the sled broke
right down the middle, with a steel
runner and pieces of broken wood
on each side of the broken post.
No one was hurt.
There was a lot of good fun
coasting, when no one was hurt.
I recall once when a gang of us
started ottt from the school grounds
during a noon hour, pushed a little,
and took off on two heavy bobs
down Franklin Street. At the time
there was a lane leading from the
forks at Franklin and Main Streets,
rer Sree
Some coasters were hurt on Cen-
There were also some escapades. |
THE CHRISTMAS STABLE
A Christmas Tree, how beautiful!
How dazzling, they say,
It's all made up with ornaments,
just for a Christmas Day.
Underneath the Christmas Tree is
a stable, tiny, small,
But for Christmas, it's the most im-
portant part of all.
With Jesus in the manger, his par-
ents, left and right,
We ask them to bless and keep us,
on this holiest of nights.
The shepherds gather ‘round him,
the Wise men on their way,
Christmas, the most joyous, and
holiest of days.
Debbie Kapral
Trucksville, Grade 6
CHRISTMAS
On a starry wintry night,
In a stable warm and bright,
There a new-born baby lay,
Round him many angels pray;
Wise men followed a shiny star,
Bearing gifts from near and far
The spirit of giving and the spirit
of love,
Fill our hearts s a gift from above;
On Christmas day let every heart,
This joy of peace and love depart.
Susan Bucan
Shavertown Grade 6
down to the creek and trolley tracks.
It looked good to the fellow on the
head end and he turned down the
lane. When the bell rang, we woke
up to. the fact that it was 1 P.M.,
time to be in school. We dragged
the bobs up the trolley track, a
most unpleasant job, to Mill [Street
and up Huntsville Street Hill to the
school. Asa E. Lewis was the prin-
cipal. When aroused he could put
out a good flow of language. He did.
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SANTA’S MOUSE
One Christmas Rve, when Santa
Claus, :
Came to a certain house,
To fill the children’s stockings
He found a little mouse.
The little mouse was quite surprised
To see a jolly fellow, :
He winked his eye and wiggled his
ear,
And happily said, “Hello!”
“Merry Christmas little mouse,”
Said Santa Claus so jolly!
“The same to you sir,”, said the
mouse
From a wreath of holly!
Santa Claus reached in his bag,
And pulled out something yellow;
‘,Here’s a Christmas cheese for you,
My dearest little fellow.”
The little mouse thanked Santa
Claus
And said, “Come next year too.”
Santa said, “I will ‘my friend,
I give my word to you.”
Ann Graham
Westmoreland School
Grade 6
“More Than A Newspaper, A Community Institution
73rd Year”
More Children’s Poems
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When it is ‘winter time,
I run up the street;
And I make the ice laugh,
With my little feet,
| Crickel, crackel, crickel,
Crrreeet, crrreet, crrreeet.
Bill Gorton 2
Palermo Grade 5
CHRISTMAS NIGHT
When Santa Claus comes: through
the door, ; y
I hear his footsteps upon the floor.
He comes into the room so dim
To look at the tree with its very
tall limb. :
strings the lights,
things,
While the prancing deer makes the
sleigh bells ring. i
When the tree is done and shining
so bright, !
He calls, “Merry Christmas to all
and to all a goodnight!”
By Donna Sekera
Dallas, Grade 6
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in life’s journey, one of the great rewards is the good will of our
friends. We thank you heartily and wish you a most Merry Christmas.
ELSTON and GOULD
DALLAS
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