PAGE TWO A non-partisan, liberal, and progressive newspaper published every Thursday morning by Northeastern Newspapers Inc. from 41 Lehman Ave., Dallas, Pa. 18612. Entered as second class matter at the post office at Dallas, Pa., under the Act of ‘March 3, 1889. Subscription within county, $5 a year. Out-of-county subscriptions, $5.50 a year. Call 674-5656 or 674-7676 for subscriptions. National advertising representatives, American Newspaper Representatives Inc., 186 Joralem St., Brooklyn, N.Y. 11201. IpUDHSher. .. Relay vy vie Castine CL RCO al AS Henry H..Null 4th geheral, manager. uli. | SE aR Ne LL UR TR Ra a John L. Allen @QIIOr +. ol Dh RE RR J NS a I “Mrs. T.M.B. Hicks advertising manager . Doris Mallin one difference We picked up a story about a crew of kids out in Denver who went careening up and down the runways at Stapleton International Airport, having fun while jet planes overhead, running out of fuel, prayed for a chance to land. We think that this is probably very funny, just about as funny as swallowing goldfish in the twenties, but with this main difference: a plane has PEOPLE aboard, children and businessmen and fathers and mothers and stewardesses and pilots and crew members, all of whom will be killed in one great surge of flame if the plane crashes. There is one thing to be said for the goldfish- swallowers, they're the only ones who suffer. The same thing could be said of the flagpole sitters. They're the ones who stuck it out to make a record. Or the folks who get buried alive at the carnival “and emerge at the end of their ordeal a trifle slimmer, but in reasonable health and with money in their pockets. The kids on the airport runway weren't getting paid for their caperings. They were having a whale of a time while the helpless jets flying overhead in a landing pattern, sweat it out. It’s one thing to lay your own life on the line, something entirely different to gamble with the lives of a hundred helpless people. no hiding place We got a cold chill recently, when looking over the bound volumes of The Dallas Post. There, in the issue of October 31, 1958, was an article advising everybody to stock up on staples . and provide beds in the basement for the family, . well sheltered from falling debris in case of bomb attack. Or build a bomb shelter in the back yard. This approach has gone wtth the wind, a nostalgic breath of the past. “We realize, sadly, that in'the event of a nuclear bombing” attack, ‘there would be no-opportunily ito load the family into the station wagon and take off for a secure spot in the hills . . . no possible chance to escape the holocaust. No shelter in the storm as the skies rained instant destruction. ‘No Hiding Place.” Long ago we had envisaged terrified families, their cars out of gas, lining the highways, waiting helplessly for annihilation, mothers comforting their children, fathers sickened by what was to come, giving words of encouragement, playing the man, standing tall. Eight years ago, at the time of the Cuban Crisis, the Nation was jolted into a dismayed awareness that it could indeed ‘happen here,”’ and once more stocked its pantry shelves and kept its cars filled to the brim with gasoline, in the face of a possible massive loss of power. Again, refuge in the basement was advised, with the accent on bottled containers of drinking water. People can live a long time without food, but water is essential. Pure water, uncontaminated. At that time, schools all over the country were making plans for mass evacuation of children to distant points, at a moment’s notice. We live in times when nuclear war is a distinct possibility. " Not yet a probability. We have become so accustomed to living under the sword of Damocles that we are able to store the knowledge in the back of our minds as one of the facts of life, to be accepted, dusted off occasionally, and then buried again among those things which are too terrible to contemplate. None of us really believe, that a nuclear attack could take place anywhere on God’s green earth. We have an abiding faith that no man could actually press a button which would turn this planet into a smoking ruin, incapable of sustaining life for eons to come or perhaps forever. ; clubs plan dinner year’s dinner will be the selec- tion of a Back Mountain person to receive the ‘Citizen of the Year’ ‘award. As always, the recipient of this award will not be known until after the dinner has begun. Award win- ners in the past were William R. Wright, Dr. Lester Jordan, Joseph Parks, John Butler and The seventh annual Dallas Inter-Service Club Dinner will be held at the Irem Temple Country Club on Wednesday, November 20th, at 6:30 p.m. Toastmaster will bé Merrill H. Faegenburg of the Kiwanis Club of Dallas. Principal speaker at - this years affair will be Frederick E. Wegner, Wilkes-Barre City manager. Holding a B.S. Degree in Civil Engineering from the University of Vermont, a law degree from the University of Connecticut, a masters in Pub- lic. Administration from the University of Michigan. He has been a public servant since 1952 in Michigan, Phila- delphia, and now Fie pane A no aq oo o_O Robert Perry. The Inter-Service Club Din- ner is arranged for by the Dal- las Inter-Service Club Council. This years’ council is Leo A. Corbett and Harry Lefko from Kiwanis, Edward Buckley and Eugene DeStefano from Lions, iand R. Spencer Martin and Carl Henderson from Rotary. Tickets for the dinner will be available from any member of . A front page article claimed you could serve a bang-up Thanksgiving dinner for four people, all the fixings, for $7.57, not including the bicarbonate of soda. Republicans and Democrats both claimed victory in the county. Held up until the mat- ter was settled, $85,000 worth of bets. Democrats held that Arthur James did not win his home county of Luzerne, claimed fraud. Republicans were equally vocal. Governor Earle, hesitant to name anybody over 50 for the vacancy on the Luzerne County bench, narrowed the race to a handful of hopefuls. Earle ex- pected the Democratic party to recover quickly from its set- back, in election of James, wanted to name a man young enough to serve two full terms of ten years each for the greater glory of Democracy. Rev. Margaret Sweppenheise assumed ‘the pulpit of Outlet and Plattsburg Free Melpoast Churches, A Swoyerville. man got a «year and a half in the pen for a hit-run accident which caused the death of Charles Warren of Shavertown. Judge William S. McLean died at his summer home on North Mountain. Mrs. Helen Garbutt headed American Legion Auxiliary. The search for a new name for the Back Mountain was still going on. Bedford Hills was suggested by Dr. H. A. Brown of Lehman. An indignant wildcat was penned up at Squire Davis’ place at Alderson, captured by the Squire himself. Harry Lamoreaux was buried in Sorbertown Cemetery. Lehman was planning a new high school, estimated cost $100,000, half to be contributed by PWA. Married: Alberta Mullen to Edward Miner. Ruth Kresge to Byron Kocher. 20 years ago Mrs. Lydia Jane Csase ob- served her 90th birthday at her home in Jackson Township. A survey of hazards in home sparked an announcement by James Besecker, Dallas fire’ chief. He said :get chimneys cleaned, don’ t'store. gasoline in the house, don’t shut oiled dust - mops in closed closets, buy a fire extinguisher. Veterans Agricultural School - in Dallas Township drew en- rollment of 42. Teachers were H. L. Chambers and E. J. Kel- ler. Strip farming was the fair haired child. How, where, when, and when not. Traffic density survey was under way in Pennsylvania. The all-electric kitchen was in the ads. Radio was still plugged in. Nobody said any- thing about television, still in its experimental stages. Married: Dorothy Reese to Harry P. Hart. Alicia Ann Flan- agan to Raymond Baumgart- ner. Died: David Burton Kropa, eight months old, Dallas RD 3. Mrs. Theodore S. Jones, 70, Noxen. Frederis Joy Lamor- eaux, 18, Dallas RD 3. 10 years ago Gas pipeline was cutting a wide swath across College Mis- ericordia’s campus. A memorial to Norti Berti was a new stretcher, adjustable in height, for the Dallas Com- munity ambulance. Decaying pathway between Dallas and Fernbrook was be- ing facelifted, cleared of weeds, and red-ashed. It was: WPA project during the Great De- pression, designed to keep school children out of the road. New member of the Bar saw his brother off for Istanbul. Atty. Earl Chamberlin was 79, his brother Dr. Roy Chamber- lin, bound for an interim pasto- rate in the Congregational Church, 71. A lineman from Sun Oil, re- moving cable from the old traction company right of way below Coalamatic, was fatally injured in a fall. Orlando Mucci, 55, of Shickshinny, died at Nes- bitt. John M. Courtright, 65, lost his balance while adjusting a T-V antenna, plunged to the stone pavement outside his “home in Shavertown, breaking his leg. Weekend robbers got $1,400 at Whitesell’s. Many robberies, no clues. Married: Lorraine Joan Har- rison to Robert Chamberlain. Mary Jo Laux to Albert Pic- coli. Anniversary: Mr. and Mrs. Russell A. Ide, Golden Wed- ding. Died Joseph Schuler, 83, still be THE DALLAS POST, NOV. 14, 1968 THE DALLAS POST 30 vears ago retain civil rights and fight crime By CORALIE COGSWELL By the time this is published, we the American public will have been to the polls to choose the lesser of presidential evils. Possibly the situation will : in doubt, 'with the Houke of Representatives yet ‘to make the final decision: In {any case, it is not a time for cheering and celebration. Perhaps the biggest disap- pointment of this election cam- paign has been our hang-up with false and faded. issues. One of these issues has been about the Supreme Court. It is supposed to be favoring the criminal. Every one of the disputed rulings about. the rights of accused persons had a strong legal basis. I do not see how many of them ‘‘favors’’ the criminal. For instance, the ruling that the accused person should be. provided a lawyer if he is too poor to hire one himself does this favor the criminal? . Or does it merely give the poor ,man a more equal chance with the rich one? And the ruling, which had been made much fun of, that the accused person must be told about his rights doesn’t this, too, give the poor, un- educated man a better chance? The Mafia types always did know their rights, and hired mouthpieces to protect them. Then there were ruling about accepting confessions only ‘un- der certain circumstances. These were obviously aimed at the common police practice of ‘“‘grilling’”’ a suspect—some- times with a rubber hose— until ke confessed the crime. Sometimes a man confessed a crime, whether or not he was guilty, in order to escape this kind of treatment. : If you happen to think that any person who is suspected or accused of a crime auto- matically forfeits his rights, then you are disagreeing with a principle of English law so basic that jit goes back. EVEN which this society has operated wifor: rgenerations. We must, root before the Constitution. T principle ise that a mas ig nocent unt lI he is proved guilty. mE Of course we could go back to the Middle Ages. The sus pect always confessed his crime in those days, because ‘he was tortured until he did. It made things nice and simple. That seems to be what a lot of people want these days— nice, simple answers. Personally, I think it is pos- sible to combat crime without depriving people of their rights. Some. police officials maintain’ that the Supreme Court rul- ‘ings were a good thing, even though they seem to make police work more difficult, because they force the police to upgrade their methods. More scientific methods will: open heart surgery The twenty-one months old grandson of Mr. and Mrs. John Rebennack of Meeker is recov- ering from open heart surgery at Texas Children’s Hospital in _ Houston, Texas, a branch of St. Lukes Medical Center. Andrew Ostrovski, born with a heart ailment, is a patient of the famed Dr. Cooley. The child is still under oxygen, but pro- gressing. The operation took place No- vember 7. Mrs. Istrovski is the former Debbie Rebennack. be used, and the policeman will become more of a pro- ; fessional. At the same time simple justice will give the poor man a better chance to defend him- self. The rich man and the representative of organized crime always had this ability to defend themselves, anyway. A lot of things are wrong with our country today. But I don’t think any of them can be cured by going back to the rubber hose. The Empty Pew sy REV. W. JENE MILLER The battleground of freedom is everywhere. As Churchill proclaimed that the English would fight the Nazis on the beaches, in the streets, and from room to room in every house, so. Amer- icans are called upon to re- alize that the battleground of freedom is where ever people are. Uniformed soldiers on for- eign fields aren’t the only peo- ‘ple guarding the American Dream. The report of the National Study Committee on race has plainly warned that America .is on the verge of becoming i either a divided and hate-filled “land or a cesspool of blood. Those who have seen the carrot of freedom dangled before their eyes for over 300 years are demanding their share. The battleground of freedom is everywhere. The struggle for our freedom will not take place upon the field of social change. The price which we must pay is not only the sons we bury. We must also bury the prejudice, fear and intimidation with the ‘enemies ‘of freedom ‘out of the underbrush which tangles ourwown souls. It is not for racial supremacy, but for the supremacy of freedom that we must fight. The battleground of freedom is everywhere. The white man must truly confess his sins, repent of hate, exploitation and inhumanity. The white man must realize he has allowed the inherited fears of past generations to enslave him, too. The white man must realize his own freedom in his brother’s—that’s why they must fight side-by-side to defend it on foreign or on native soil. The battleground of freedom is everywhere. The Negro must understand that the white man is also: a victim of the sins of the past. The Negro must acknowledge his flaming resentment which, however justified, destroys both black and white in its fury. The Negro must sternly demand his rights, but also accept his responsibilities for productive and creative involve- ment. rummage The Daniel C. Roberts Fire Company Auxiliary, Harveys Lake, will hold a rummage sale, at the firehouse, on Wed- nesday, November 20th—8 a.m. to 6 p.m. Mrs. Mal Nelson is in charge and anyone having items to donate may contact her. formerly of Mt. Greenwood ~ Road. i Dr. Henry M. Laing Fire Co., Dallas, recently exhibited this 1500 gallon capacity portable tank, a gift of a friend of the company. The ‘‘porta-tank,’”’ which can be handled easily by two men, is stored atop the hose bed of the fire engine. It is used as a ready supply of water at fire scene and takes place of hydrant or other water supply. ~ for water. The new fire engine was purchased in August. Engines pump from it while tanker trucks go elsewhere From Pillar To Immediately after women at- tained the status of voters, a man sank gratefully into a seat on the Boston subway. It had been a long day, and he was tired, as men are tired after battling with an inconsid- ‘erate public, soothing outraged feelings over the telephone, explaining, explaining, explain- ing. He had obviously had it. He hoped for a chance to bury him- self in the Boston Transcript, to fortify himself against the inevitable ‘“You’ll simply have to do something about Johnny, he’s been in a fight again, and just look at the black eye.’ ” The weary one looked up, im- paled by an outraged feminine eye. The eye said, in silent de- mand, ‘“Well, what kind of a man are you? Aren’t you going to get up and give me a seat?’ The man, courteous as was his custom, started to rise. Then he sank back in his seat. ‘‘Madame,’’ he inquired, ‘‘do you believe in equal rights for women?’ “Of course I believe in equal rights for women. Didn't we just get votes for women?’ The weary one, immeasura- bly relieved, returned to his Transcript. ‘Well, you’ve got equal rights. Stand up and en- joy them.” Where do men go these days when they want to get away? The steam room in the Turkish bath is about the only refuge left. It used to be that the barber shop was off limits. It used to be that the bar was sacred: If a man’s wife wanted a bucket of suds for personal consumption, she slipped in the side door. But she never invad- ed the sawdust sanctuary. That was for men, and for men only. The men used to wear the pants in the family, and wom- en wore skirts which swept the ground. When skirts started going up, times changed and women got not only the vote, but a chance at the pants. 1 like pants. If I were the type . which can wear them success- Re HE w% Wow i aa ain over the baiile.; : By David R. Kopetchny Silence fell over the battle- field and the trenches for the first time in four bloody long years. The date was November 11, 1918, and World War I had ended. Those who returned were giv- en a hero’s welcome. Those who did not were honored on each anniversary of the fighting’s end by a nation '‘ . filled with solemn pride in the hero- ism of those who did not return from the country’s service. ..” Peace and freedom can not easily be maintained, though, and in the years that followed America was once again drawn into yet another war and still another. In other years and other battlefields, Americans preserved their precious birth- , right of freedom with their courage and blood. Every new year, as in many years past, American service men are fighting and dying on far-flung battlefields to help make and keep the world safe for democracy. On Veteran's Day November 11, we pay homage to the mil- lions of American men and women who have so stead- fastly served the course of freedom. We demonstrate our belief in, and support of, those who are now fighting the battle for freedom. The principles of freedom and human dignity for which our armed forces are fighting are no different from those which 'our fathers and grandfathers fought. They are the basic con- ditions of our national life and our Nation’s Armed Forces al- ways stand ready to pay the cost in order that all Americans may enjoy the blessings of the free. Veteran’s Day is the time for young and old alike to honor our veterans - past, present, and future - and pledge our full and unwavering dedication to the principles for which so ~ many have given so much. Post hy HIX fully, I'd adopt them. Pants require a slim and athletic fig- ~ ure, one which is contained within its own set of muscles, not in a restrictive girdle which permits the overplus to seep out over the edges. One thing is certain . ...Pants are immeasurable more mod- est than some of the skirts which hike up over ill-selected underpinning. Miniskirts are cute on mini- girls, ones who have common sense enough to wear tights, leotards, or a reasonable fac- simile thereof, to cancel out that garter complex. Miniskirts are not for the hef- ty. Anybody who weighs over a hundred pounds wringing wet, should model the fashion in front of a full length mirror, sit down in it in front of the same full length mirror, and assay the results of the survey in realistic terms. _ And any woman beyond the age of forty, no matter how beautiful, should take lessons in sitting on a platform, or pos- ing for a group picture. Head tables, providentially, are usually provided with long tablecloths, a lucky break for those of us who are tipping the scales at thirty pounds too much, and whose facade pro- vides a fitting expanse for an orchid. Short skirts are here to stay, and hurray for our side. Very few people can now remember the dust-ruffles, those inserts along the hem of a gabardine skirt, that were supposed to trap the dust and keep it from billowing up around the feet. And of course nobody: remem- bers the pantalettes. those con- trivances which appeared un- der the hoop skirt, when ladies with parasols, set them swing- ing like tulip bells. In those days, a trim ankle ' was news. A knee was some- thing which was never men- tioned in public. Ladies were not supposed to have knees. They did, however, have limbs. ‘igenerals and: nations | guest editorials (From The Lachute (Quebec, Canada) Watchman July 24, 1968) U.S. Army aircraft wooped into the Skull Valley ®8gion of Western Utah a ‘few months ‘ago. Experts in chemical war- fare aboard the planes gave an order, and large quantities of poisonous gas were released. ‘The name the U.S. army has for the poison is nerve gas. In the hours that followed, thousands of sheep died. Utah Governor Calvin © Rampton put the number at 6,400, and the U.S. army admitted that the poison came from its Dug- away chemical weapons center 35 miles from Skull Valley. It was perhaps very apt for the U.S. army to choose Skull Valley for its test site. For the name conjures up visions of how our world may look should certain military men be given much more say in shaping our future. After the First wg . War, the victors emerged® with a horror of gas. It was decided that the clumsy experiments of 1914-1918 were only the be- ginning of a new and terrible mode of warfare. Article 171 of the Zreaty of Versailles therefore 8 the use of poisonous gases. Deadly gases and bacteriolo- gical weapons were manufac- tured during the Second World Ware, but were never used. It is a tragedy that the world’s nations should persist in horrifying experiments with chemical warfare. Through the nuclear and thermonuclear bomb, man already has de-, vised weapons capable of wiping out hundreds of millions. ‘of human lives in a matter of; hours. Is it really necessary for national security to manufac- ture deadly gases and germs capable of killing entire popu- lations? The incident in the Skull Valley region of Western Utah was a mishap that cost local farmers about $300, 000. It was also a warning. With by the ‘notion of \poW®r, the. development of weapdghs has reached unprecedent pro- portions. The journey from ‘the accident of Skull Valley to a world filled with little else but skulls and skeletons must remain a possibility, however. faint, until all men agree to ‘banish these grisly weapons from the face of the earth. off the cuff stuff The Soap Opera That Really Was (Fade in organ music, play- ing a very melancholy tune). Darkness. It is 4 a.m. We are in “the small apartment of Bruce Hopkins and Dale Houck. Silence. Only the steady . breathing of the two men in the ugly double bed can be heard. (Organ music now becoming tense and hectic). NOISE!! A ‘pounding on the door. Loud and urgent. Bruce rouses. He won- ders if he is dreaming. He is not. The banging con- tinues. Bruce assumes that Thumper, the man from the upstairs apartment, has come in drunk again. He silently tells Thumper to go away. ‘“‘Hey, Bruce.” Dale whisp- ers. ‘‘I think there's someone at the door.”” Dale is very per- ceptive. The walls are now shaking. ‘‘Maybe we should answer it. Maybe he wants something.” The pounding stops. Thum- per thumps up the steps, slams his door, and yells to his wife, “They aren't coming to the door tonight.”” Thumper is very perceptive. He and his wife be- gin arguing. They yell, scream, and say very bad words. Dale and Bruce lie there wide-eyed, trying to catch the dialogue, and put the story to- gether. From the comments be- ing thrown around, Bruce as-: sumes that Thumper suspects his wife of running around. ‘I heard him say something about a fat, ugly slob and some other little creep.’ Bruce whispers. ‘‘He should know better. His wife isn’t like that — she’s a nice lady.”’ Dale suggests that Bruce go up and tell him that. The plot thickens. Thumper says he is going to come down- stairs and Freak down the door, Dale and Bruce gulp. Dale won- ~ ders why Thumper wants them. i i and Hopkin “Maybe he thinks we know something he doesn’t.’ Bruce suggests. For 40 minutes the fight con- tinues. Then, screams. The wife yells, ‘no, no, no . . y This is followed by the crisp Sound of slapping. ‘‘Hey this is getting serious.’”’ Bruce remarks. They wonder if they should cgi the police. Bruce tells Dalé®to de- cide because he'is older. More screaming. More slapping. As if on cue, the two men get out of bed. They walk on tiptoe so that Thumper doesn’t hear them. As quietly as possible, Bruce dials the operator. She answers. “Get me the police.” He whispers urgently. He feels like James Bond. “What police would you like?’ The operator asks. Bruce almost tells her he wants the Canadian Royal Mounted, but instead he replies, “The New- town police.” “Newtown police — radio.” Came the static, Ta5py greet- ing. “Hello, I'd like to: report an argument.”’ Bruce then told the police the full story. The police asked for the address. “11 Sterling Street.” “Now just where is. that?” The voice asked. Bruce gave directions. The voice thegilisked for his name. Bruce responded. The policeman didn’t hear, and Bruce told him again. “And your phone number?” Bruce gave him the phone num- ber. “Okay, we'll try to get some- one over there.” Bruce thanked him, hung up, and told him not to hurry. The two men sat quietly trying not to breath too loud. The screams and shouts continued. They waited. And waited. Finally, a car rout: front — the police. continue ion n PAGE 6 a — a I ge | {
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