PAGE TWO THE DALLAS POST ‘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. PUbIISheR oti, a Ca dB atta SR EE UA LL Henry H. Null 4th general manager John L. Allen Ol os ir et seh Te a vars ay Ses Ske Ce aah a Mrs. T.M.B. Hicks advertising manager . Doris Mallin the anti-anti-anti race President Nixon’s decision to consider the sen- tinel anti-anti-missile proposal as a possible reality is not a matter to be ignored by the man-in the- street, nor is it to be considered as too lofty a subject for editors far removed from the Washington Scene. The proposal to spend billions and billions of tax dollars on another weapon is fraught with long and short term dangers, physical as well as mental. It is a senseless and useless step that serves no purpose. On a simple level it is like Mr. America continuously trying to add muscle to muscle only to find the extra muscle more of a load to bear. The industry turning out missiles will certainly benefit but the American taxpayer will not. Although it would cost each man, woman and child in the nation only $25, the effects of such a move, if adopted by President Nixon, would create an incalculable amount of tension. If we build such a defense, the Russians—and eventu- ally the Chinese—will have to build one too. Nothing is gained by this, since we would then have to come up with another tougher and more expensive system to overcome them. They in turn would come up with something to best us, and it would go on and on and on. We wonder why, all of a sudden, there is such a renewed interest in arms. Could it be one of profit? Hasn't there been a lessening in tension be- tween East and West? Wasn't the United States nearer, lately, to at least talks on curtailing these needless expenditures for weapons of destruction? Why now this furor over a new missile system? $5 billion could do so much good, why waste it on weapons? Dallas stands alone - It is essential to establish priorities in education. The demand for funds to initiate new projects as well as to carry out the work-a-day reading and writing and ’rithmetic programs has never been greater. Beset at every turn by anxious pleas and urgent requests, school boards must of necessity establish priorities. It would seem apparent that the very first priority of any school board would be to make certain that opportunities exist to educate each child to the fullest of his potential. This is, after all, what education is all about. Yet there are young children living in the Dallas school district, mentally retarded but capable of being trained and taught, whose educational needs are not being met. These children are pre-school students, too young to benefit from classes funded by the county but eligible for enrollment at the Custer Street School in Wilkes- Barre. A $1275 per child tuition fee charged by that school is paid by eight neighboring communities; Dallas alone does not pay the full tuition. We would suggest that the Dallas School Board, in formulating its 1969-70 budget, might consider whether this omission is not inconsistent with the primary obliga- tion of any educational system. children service [0 .Allied Services recently received word of a federal grant of about $500,000, some of which was earmarked for expanding the children’s service there. That is a good thing and hopefully most of the money will go for the things that can help handicapped children. Ordinarily, a newspaper comment on such a matter would sound a little like a motherhood editorial. However Allied Service in the past two years has become a captive of the U.S. welfare system, whose greatest spending is for, adults, and over-65 adults at that, Thus Allied, which began as an umbrella agency.to help people of all ages, has had its limitations with children. Yet the same limitations do not apply to the elderly because of Medicare and the U.S. government policies that subsidize medical costs to old" pedple (who still vote) but not to children (who ‘don’t vote). There is. merit in helping old people, of course. ‘But when-1t-is done..se- dispropuruonatesy that the ‘hildren’s program either suffers or is non-existant, - then that is an. unfair government policy. The trouble with Allied -is that it doesn’t mind promoting an unfair policy, so long as the money is there. Thus the new grant will be. welcome, as a chance’ to rectify the inequities. at Allied, but the big change would have to come as a policy that looks or more general. funding than it has in the past. The ideal of equal medical opporturiity for all ages should be important to thé medical center: as’ _.an institutional policy. Favoritism for dllersahold be above that institution. : , see practiced Ask a kid why he takes drugs, and he’ll say, ‘because it makes me feel good.” Now it’s up to the schools to get to the question, ‘“What makes you feel bad?” So states an article in the March issue of the Pennsyl- vania School Journal, ‘Drugs and Schools: Monkey on the Backs of Education,” by Roz- anne Weissman. Through the Journal, edu- cators and the public are warned that an about-face will have to be taken in drug abuse education if schools are to be successful - in combatting the use of drugs. ‘The ‘“‘scare ’em to death’ ap- proach just isn’t working, the author states. She quotes Mar- tin Levy, director of a drug abuse education project, who rejects that method. “Students growing up in to- day’s atmosphere take risk for granted and say the astro- nauts wouldn’t take off if they were afraid of taking a chance.” Guest editorials A column reprinting edi- torialsfromother weekly newspapers inthe world. (From the Baxter Bul letin, Mountain Home, Ark.) The speech rendered by Al Capp at the Arkansas Press Association convention in Hot Springs last Saturday was the best of its kind heard by Land . of Opportunity editors since George C. Wallace addressed: the group year before last. The trouble is, of course, that its kind is not very good. And Als fell a bit short of George's in quality, by reason of being heavily laden with seamy jokes. Like Wallace, though, Capp emits a high-voltage rage, which his heavy jocularity can- not mask. He applied the needle to the poverty program, intellectuals, the young, revolutionary ‘‘idealists’’ blacks" who cause’ trouble’ and: the United’ Nations. ‘Of ‘the lat-i “Where “else could : ter he said, a cannibal or a communist get the right to park his Cadillac in front of a fire hydrant?” (Hardly a chap to- be con- sidered for the diplomatic corps. If the UN finally col- lapses, possibly he will be able ‘to ask about that locality, “Where else can you find a radioactive crater 600 feet deep?’’) And the war on poverty, he asserted, is ‘‘the only thing we" invest billions in that’s set up specifically to lose, money.” ‘(We're still awaiting a profit- and-loss statement on the space program and the Vietnam War.) Should students be given more voice in the running of a uni- versity? ‘‘Sure, it’s time we let the lunatics run the asylum.” He also said that the student who merely wishes to make a good living will be a better citi- zen than one who tries to effect big changes in a world he hasn’t been in long enough to know much about. (The trouble is that some of them are taking literally the high values they read about in books but do not in a society where the prime interest is in “making it.”’) We join him in condemning black militants white teachers in the North, but hope the country at last ‘ap- proaches the urban upheaval with more analysis and con- structive concern than his speech afforded. No doubt that some heads need to be knocked here and there among the un- ruly, but that won’t cure the deep urban cancer. Capp was affirmative on at least one subject—Orval E. Faubus, week to run Dogpatch, U.S.A. a tourist facility near Harrison in which Capp, the creator of Li’l Abner, has an interest. Faubus’s trouble, Capp said, was that he ‘‘was prematurely right’ years back when this state was going through its racial turmoil. Segregation is a bad word, he said, but black militants in the cities are going for it. And he urged parents to keep the Walker Report on the Chicago riots away from chil- dren because it contains some bad words of the ‘‘young intel- lectuals.” We don’t know how much he was joshing, but there seemed’ to be high bile content in the dissertation. Pardon us if we differ with his definition of in- tellectuals, his estimate of Faubusian wisdom and his rustic treatment of the poverty and UN questions. This is a time in which speakers, should try to give some answers to , This took no time at all, and lL the dilemmas. militant who abuse who was hired last THE DALLAS POST, MARCH 20, 1969 drug scare doesn’t scare Neither will the “it’s illegal’ or the “‘give ’em the facts’ ap- proach do the trick, says Mr. Levy. All these methods have been used in health education classes without lessening VD, smoking or alcoholism. New. methods have to be found. Convinced that we must for- get the moralizing, preaching and propagandizing, Mr. Levy: says, ‘Instead of being critical about student drug abuse, edu- cators will have to demonstrate that there are better ways to experience the richness of liv- ing and make life more excit- ting—ways more meaningful and less dangerous than mind expansion by ingesting chemi- cals,” Mr. Levy warns. Schools must recognize that after all is said and done, the decision on drug use rests with the student alone. The teacher is not a detective, psychiatrist, nurse or police- man. Instead he is ‘‘a catalyst in the learning situation because learning occurs in the learner.” Therefore the teacher must “present all sides of the issue so that students can make the decisions best for them.” ‘Drugs and Schools’ under- lines the necessity for obtaining the ‘‘understanding, sanction and cooperation of the local school board” for a drug abuse off the cuff stuff By BRUCE HOPKINS The Lost Weekend—Part Two When we last left our brave hero (namely me), I was riding in an elevator in a New York City hotel with four snarling bulldogs, who were there for a convention. As the snow out- side fell in large chunks, I, tearless hero, was wondering what the day would bring to me and the 36 college students I was chaperoning. What the day brought was more snow. By 5 p.m., it was ‘reported that all normal trans- portation systens were closed. New York was stranded—buses were not coming in or going out, trains, planes and bulldogs were ‘at a standstill. Cute, really cute. Meanwhile, there I was try- ing to figure out if chartered buses were stranded. I mean, our bus was already in New York somewhere—all we had to do was leave. And since it was now 6 p.m., and the bus company hadn’t contacted the hotel to say they wouldn't be there, I figured I'd better get everyone ready to go. The bus was to pick us up at six. So there we were. Thirty-six of us standing in" the hotel i lobby with all’ of ‘our luggage, driving othe “bellboys 'érazy. 1 called~every blasted bus: com- pany in New York, and finally found the one that took care of the . schedules for this little company we had hired locally. I talked to the switchboard operator who gave me the supervisor who gave me 'the (dispatcher who gave me Port Authority, which couldn’t help me with a charter problem. I set up a worrying schedule. From 6:30 to 7:00 a certain number of students were as- signed to worry; 7:00 to 7:15 another group would worry. At seven-thirty, we’d all worry. At 8 p.m. I calmed everyone down, and stuffed four ciga- rettes into my mouth. ‘“What’s to worry about?” I said. ‘So the bus is two hours late.”” Someone tapped on my shoulder. When I turned around I saw this vaguely familiar face. It was the bus driver. “Ahhh, you're here. You're really here. There you are, here.” I tried not to seem ex- cited. “Yeah, I'm here, but we're not going anywhere. We can’t get out of New York tonight. I’m not even sure we can get out tomorrow.”’ he chuckled. Cute, really cute. Now all I had to do was tind a place for 36 kids with no money to spend the night. I walked over to the desk clerk. “Say,” (I thought that was a clever beginning,) ‘‘we have this little problem, called pov- erty, and I wondered if you could help us out.” Let's face it—it the hotel could handle all those bulldogs, they could put up with us (or is it put us up?) Anyway, we got our rooms back for another night. Every- thing was ginger peachy. I gave everyone explicit instruc- tions not to wander beyond about four blocks of the prem- ises. There was a blizzard out- side, and everything was closed anyway. Even the dirty book stores. Next step was to call the Dean of Women at the college and inform her that I was keep- ing 25 girls out all night. That's probably some kind of record. Of course, everything worked out alright. Several of us went out for a cup of coffee about 11 p.m., and when we got back we discovered some kids had gone to Greenwich Village. I didn’t get upset—that’s not much more than four blocks from the hotel—only about 60. Since I didn’t know what the bus situation would be until the driver called in the morning, I felt it my duty to make sure everyone was back in their rooms before I went to bed. was in bed easgly by 4:00 am. The bus driver called at 7 a.m. Cute, really cute. “We're leaving in an hour, Mr. Hopkins.” I was going to tell him to leave without me, but I changed my mind. So it was— - out of bed, and get everyone up and down into the lobby by 8:00 a.m. There we were, thirty six of us, standing in the lobby with all of our luggage, driving the bellboys crazy. At 8:30, I set up a worrying schedule. However, at 9 a.m. sharp, the bus arrived, and we were on our way. It was the first time I was ever glad to be leaving New York City. As I look back on the ex- perience, it was rather hum- orous. About as humorous as your mother-in-law in a bikini., But whatever you do, when you go to New York City, make sure you take an extra supply of insulin syringes. If you try to buy them in a drug store, they think you're a drug addict. But that’s another story . . . P.S. I sent my Christmas card from the bus company back to them. That'll show them! SEE YA’! By W. JENE MILLER One of the imperative issues facing our culture is fencing in religion. Some kind of legal, social and educational constraints must be erected around the religious world. The standards by which organizations and individuals may claim tax-exemption, rights and authority need to be developed. However, the reason is not to gag the theological voice in our world. It is to keep the nuts and crackpots out! In the mid-west, there is a draft-dodging, college drop-out who passes himself off as an authority in the field of the- ology. He has never earned an academic degree, yet he bilks thousands and thousands of dollars out of people. He gets on the air waves and passes judgment upon those who have spent lifetimes in disciplined study. Also, down in Texas there is a quack who had the temerity to try to blackmail people into sending him money. He prom- ised great riches if they com- plied and dire consequences if they did not. He has the ap- proval of absolutely no qualified scholars or religious groups, yet he claims the same tax status and academic authority as Harvard University School of Theology! But, perhaps the most dam- nable charlatan of all is Mr. Hershey! Never before in America’s history has a military man had the unmitigated gall to dictate what is orthodix (cor- rect) theology! Never has a man employed to defend free- dom dared to define what religious freedom is. But old Candy-bar is doing it. He is telling your sons what they may and may not believe in the name of Christianity. He is telling them whether they may or may not object to his conduct. And he is ready to send every mother’s son in America to die on some battle- field if they cross him. A Communist can wave the American flag and an atheist can quote the Bible. What makes a nation free and strong is citizens who rule themselves, rather than generals who deny the right of dissent. If the military can ‘‘make men to work on the hippies, yippies, etc., etc.? It was a military leader who said the only way to ‘‘save’” a town was to de- ~ stroy it! Figure that one out. ,”” how come they don’t go ‘later expanded in sco education program as well as close drticulation between the school and the community. Drug education must be di- rected by ‘‘open, honest and equipped teachers who can handle small group process technique,” he says. FORTY YEARS AGO For the convenience of motor- ists, Jim Oliver installed the latest thing in air pumps at his garage on Main Street. The pump not only inflated tires, it showed the exact pressure, a saving of time and effort. Jim had spring-time specials on the front page. Tube repair kits were 35 cents. O. H. Aurand was handling the Lehman High School news: Calvin McHose, Lake Town- ship; Z. R. Howell, Kingston Township; Harry Doll, Dallas Borough; Maurice J. Girton, Dallas Township. All the men were supervising principals. Thieves were apprehended at Archie Woolbert’s store in Trucksville. The old Goss School was robbed. Advise to those who had broody hens was to tether the hen by a long cord to her coop, so she wouldn’t make a mistake and start sitting on some other hen’s eggs when she returned from a trip to the bushes. Eli Parrish, veteran of the Civil War, bid in a flagpole and flag at the Rice homestead vendue, succeeding after heavy competition. Cars looked pretty funny. Advertisements showed the squared-off backs, running boards, and unbelievably large wheels, artillery style. THIRTY YEARS AGO Valley newspapers were pre: paring to publish again after suspension of publication for over five months. The bitterly contested quarrel with the Guild was at an end. First Christian Church in Sweet Valley was about to burn its mortgage, a final note of $2,000. The original building was destroyed by fire in 1926. Rev. Ira Button was the pastor. The debt incurred when the congre- gation erected the brick edifice was $7,000, paid off in install- ments. Annoyed water consumers in the area proposed a municipally owned plant. James Franklin, Howell Reese and Mrs. Joseph Schmerer spearheaded the move. A car crash on the wide curve at Birch Grove took the life of an Alderson man, Peter Davis. Seriously injured were Geral- dine Herson, Berkley Herson and Mary Hubbell. Blue Cross was launched. Cost, two and one half cents a day. First subscriber, Governor Arthur James. George T. Bell Jr. was executive director. ‘Died: Mrs. Elizabeth Beahm, 81, Noxen. Mrs. William Rousher, 70, Shavertown. TWENTY YEARS AGO Howell E. Reese, former editor of the Dallas Post, was leaving Nassau after an eight- year hitch of duty as public re- lations man in that island paradise. A horse died in a barn blaze at the Abraham Simon place. Rev. Henry Kraft, Noxen Lutheran pastor, was in critical condition after a car crash. Dedication of eighteen win- dows at Dallas Methodist Church. The widow of Theodore Meyers, who presented the windows in his memory, recol- lected that as a boy he had pumped the organ in the church. Married: Joan Kester to Rob- ert Evans. Joan Mennic Powell to Charles Flack. Died: James Perry, 83, a recluse living on Demunds Road, by his own hand. TEN YEARS AGO College Misericordia was planning a $3 million expansion program, with seven new build- ings to be constructed during a ten year period. Back Mountain was con- tributing liberally to a fund for establishing an infant’s isolation ward and nurse’s station at General. The idea was started by the Dallas Post, which asked all “babies” delivered by Dr. Sherman Schooley, to stand up and be counted, bringing with them substantial checks. It was _to_in- From Pillar To Post Space shots are becoming old hat these days with Cape Ken- nedy erupting all over the place, pad after pad hurling men or machines into the at- mosphere. But there was something about the flight of Apollo 9 that brought back that first occasion when a man in a cap- sule braved the upper reaches of the atmosphere and plum- meted into the Atlantic Ocean, a pioneer in the Space Age. This recent space shot in- volved something which no other flight had done. The thought of two men in a spider- like craft, leaving the parent ship, and disappearing into the far reaches of space, was some- thing which caused the spine to tingle with foreboding. Suppose the craft were not recovered? Suppose any num- ber of things. There will inevitably be a loss in deep space, sometime in the future. There will in- -evitably come a time when radio and TV audiences will hear a news flash of disaster, just as horrified listeners heard the news over a year ago that three astronauts had been burned to death in their capsule during a practice exercise. There will be losses in space just as there are airplane crashes, train crashes, highway crashes, all of them involving far more people than a crew _ pioneering a trip to the moon. . The idea of an astronaut, lost forever, orbiting the moon or the earth or the sun, waiting out the last hours before certain death, is even more horrifying than the thought of a man re- lentlessly entombed in a coal mine, starving to death in the all-encircling darkness. We can accept the loss of a jet plane with all its passengers. We can accept the highway crashes. They occur in our own known orbit. We can relate to them. The bodies return to the earth from whence they came. We find it impossible to ac- cept the loss of a submarine on a routine trip, or a traveller in outer space. The depths of the sea, we distrust. We are earthbound creatures. A catastrophe involving thousands is too large for us to understand. A catastrophe in- volving one astronaut is some- thing which we can understand to the very core of our being. We are all alone, in the last analysis, unique from the mo- ment of birth and in the hour of death. It was a chilling thought, during the period when the landing craft left the mother ship, that something could go wrong. The marriage of the two fireman Coombs Fireman Barry W. Coombs, USN, son of Mr. and Mrs. El- bert F. Coombs of RD 2, Dal- las, is serving aboard the guided missile cruiser USS Al- bany, presently undergoing ex- > tensive modernization at the Naval Shipyard, Boston. His ship will employ the TALOS missile, capable of knocking down enemy aircraft at ranges in excess of 65 miles, as well as the homing TARTAR missile for medium range sup- port. aboard Ozark Boatswain’s Mate Third Class Frank J. O'Hara, USN, son of Mr. and Mrs. Francis J. O'Hara of 156 Beech St., Shavertown, is serving aboard the mine countermeasures support ship USS Ozark at Norfolk, Va. His ship has recently returned from a three-month cruise to the Mediterranean. The main ports of call were Naples, Italy and Gibraltar, B.C.C. ww clude other doctors, Heavy snow blocked traffic, ten inches. Mrs. Stanley Davies was hon- ored as first president of the first P-TA founded in the Back Mountain, Dallas Borough. Overcrowding of Back Moun- tain Memorial Library made imperative use of the new An- nex as a children’s Library. Birth’s Esso was celebrating its third birthday with a full page ad. Birthday: Mrs. Rebecca Jane Moss. 92. Died: Lloyd A. McHenry, 64, Dallas. Mrs. Elizabeth Walters, 64, Harveys Lake. Mrs. Hazel Baer, Piles Creek. Mrs. Loretta ‘0. Love, 69, Shavertown. Arthur ‘R. Montross, 63, Idetown. “Teacher, Teacher” daughter and eager to learn within her Harry Blessing, 72, Fernbrook. fat By HIX space vehicles, accomplished with no trouble whatsoever, was to the listeners on earth a fantastic bit of technical skill. There was no personal involve- ment, for the landing module was at that time untenanted. In the instant of the divorce. of the space ships, two astro- nauts became lonely voyagers, and the third was left to oper- ate the mother ship. By the miracle of modern science, the two spac¥e ships ‘found each other again, and the two astronauts rejoined the third. The world breathed more easily. The men were back on board, the lunar landing device was jettisoned, and alk eyes could be turned thafsiully ‘upon the landing in the At- lantic. Here again a problem arose, one that may be expected to arise in any recovery of a space capsule, infinitesimally small in the vastness: of a stormy ocean. Conditions for recovery must be optimum. In this instance the recovery zone could be changed by making another orbit of the earth, and an air- = craft carrier could be deployed to reach the area on time. Viewers on TV who noted the difficulty in catching the basket which would lift the astronauts one at a time to the hovering helicopter, wondered what might have happened if there had been need for haste in recovering the astronauts: It takes far too long to rescue the men and the capsule. We lost, one capsule, away back. in the infancy of iithe: Space Age, and the astronaut could easily have drowned. The Right ¢ To Write To THE POST Your article in the Feb. 13 issue of the Dallas Post on the television presentation of my heart. “a As the mother of a mentally .retarded child, I had lost my faith in the people of the Back Mountain Area when it comes to understanding this problem. I am glad, so glad, to see this intelligent and perceptive arti- “cle in your paper. Although our Dallas School District receives funds toghelp educate these cndrer Prey choose to use this money in other areas. We literally begged the school board for their help and finally, after many mopths, were offered only less tha®¥§one- third of the tuition required to send our daughter to ‘school: and this was offered on a ‘take it or leave it’ basis. At that time we were in-. formed that there would be no money at all next year. Our is an alert child capacity. I asked Dr. Mellman, our school superintendent what the school policy would be if I at- tempted to enter my child in regular school classes. To. quote him, he said, ‘‘She would: be tested by our gs found retarded, and ins: tionalized.” I asked him if that was all there was to it and, very coldly, he replied.- ‘‘Most certainly.” Thank the Good Lord that we are able to pay for the re- mainder of her tuition to school in Wilkes-Barre so that she can learn, but what of those less fortunate than we whose hands are tied by lack of necessary funds? Thank you, Mrs. Hicks, for! your good heart. I know thi letter will not be printed sinc it brings to light a flaw in our school system, but I know you can understand the disappoint- ment we feel. We see and hear about that can be done for th children, but when it comes fe right down to doing it or fi ing help there are very few this area who are willing. EMILY R. KIRCHNE "RD 3, Wyoming, a ES CR i comm, a POSE warmed © EL
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