PAGE TWO EDITORIAL the library Prospective residents of the Back Mountain, ‘anxious to establish homes in a scenic area in the hills to raise children in the wide open spaces, in- quire primarily about schools, access by good high- ways, water supply. Their second question deals with a library. Does the area have a public library? Is it necessary to drive to Kingston or Wilkes-Barre through crowding traffic to borrow books? Real estate dealers have the answer. The area has a very fine library, free to the public, where books may be borrowed, magazines read, neighbor- hood news exchanged, and all without that tip-toe quality which makes of so many libraries a tomb instead of a living part of the community. The Back Mountain Memorial Library is unique. It has been unique ever since it was founded back in 1945 when a dream came true. Many organizations carried the banner, and it was a goal of the Back ~ Mountain ‘at the top of the front page of this news- paper week after week. A newspaper knows the value of books and realizes that ready access to them is vitally important. The Library Auction has carried the burden of support for the library ever since it was first pro- posed as a stop-gap, a kind of super rummage sale 23 years ago, and amazed the community by rap- idly becoming the star attraction of the summer season. \ Now, the library is going to need help from every person in the area if it is to continue to broad- en its services and maintain itself in a manner worthy of this community. Each municipality enjoying services of the library is being asked to put on its November ballot a question. Residents will be asked to vote on the levying of a two-mill assessment which will provide added funds for the maintenance and expansion of services of the library. A vote of yes will insure continuation of a ser- vice which the community can ill afford to lose. It will mean that the library will become even more closely a part of the community, for every resident will have a stake in its support. 2 The annual atiction, over the years, has brought together the residents of the entire area, without regard to municipal, social, or religious lines, a true catalyst. It will continue to do so, but with mil- lage as a financial foundation, the feverish need to raise more and more money to meet the demands of the spiral of added costs of maintenance, will be partially eased. ~~ Residents who realize the absolute necessity for supporting the library will vote in favor of the proposed millage. It is absurdly small in compari- son with levies for other purposes. Libraries can die. They have died in other com- munities where sufficient support has not been forthcoming. And when they have died, they have left the communities scarred and poor indeed. A library is not just a building or a collection of books, or a librarian sitting behind a desk. It is a living and breathing entity, a statement of faith in the future, a salute to a generation which has en- tered the Space Age and has in consequence a need for more and more instruction and education, more ‘and more research, more and more access to the printed word which is there in perpetuity, not a vanishing image on a television screen or a fleeting voice over the radio. The library is yours to have and to hold. mine control project set to begin soon Congressman Daniel J. Flood ‘in discussion today with the United States Bureau of Mines said he was informed that oper- ation on Appalachian Mine Fire Control Project No. 36 at Swoyersville will probably start within the next few weeks. The work will comprise exca- vation of an initial trench to surround and isolate the fire, then complete removal of all hot and burning material in the five-acre project area. Two coal beds are involved, known as the Four Foot and the Six Foot. The contractor will in- stall a deep-well pump in the nearby abandoned McArthur Shaft to furnish - water for quenching. The United Gas Improvement Company will relocate a high tension electric power line now situated through the east side of the project area to permit safe completion of the work by Sept. 15. The $512,000 cost of the proj- ect will be defrayed 75 percent by the Federal Government and 25 percent by the Common- wealth of Pennsylvania. THE DALLAS POST A non-partisan, liberal, and progressive newspaper published every Thursday morn- ing 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, 1869. Subscription within county, $5 a year. Out-of-county subscriptions, $5.50 a year. Call 674-5656 or 674-7676 for subscriptions. The officers of Northeastern Newspapers Inc. are Henry H. Null 4th, president and publisher; John L. Allen, vice president, advertising; J. R. Freeman, vice presi- dent, news. - Editor, Mrs. T. M. B. Hicks; assistant editor, Doris R. Mallin; editor of the editorial page, Shawn Murphy. only yesterday FORTY YEARS AGO The edition of the Post was loaded with political ads. Easily leading the field in sheer ton- nage was G. Harold Wagner, running in the September pri- maries for the office of Pro- thonotory. A local man, he had been given a wad of free pub- licity in the Dallas Post over the preceding months, re- sponded in the September 7, issue with a paid ad. Residents of Dallas planned a motorcade for a favorite son. Forest fires were sweeping the wild lumbering region above Stull, with all fire com- panies in the area helping fight the blaze. Serious drought conditions added to the danger. A speeding car from Tunk- hannock overturned when it struck the railway crossing at Ruggles. Instantly killed was Ernest Wagner; injured, How- ard Clifford and Clayton Em- mons. ; Mrs. Minerva A. Bogart, 81, died at her home in Noxen. Emma A. Mayer became the bride of Calvert L. Ayre. THIRTY YEARS AGO Pigeon racing was much ir the news. The Garinger pigeon loft was expecting pigeons home from Harrisburg, the flight to take about three hours. Ralph Balut of Hays Corners had 1100 minks on his farm, expected to skin 600 for the fur market in the fall. Mr. Balut said it took one horse every three days to keep the varmints fed, and horses with broken legs were not always easy to find. Public apathy was raising hob with the finances of the Dr. Henry M. Laing fire company. That was before the distribu- tion of coin cards made every resident a contributing member. A spirit of ‘‘let George do it” was in the air, and fire chores fell upon the shoulders of too few dedicated men. Luzerne was losing its old streetcar tracks, repaving was being done on Bennett Street, and Luzerne was getting a new look in the wake of the By-pass construction. Billy Weaver, 10, fractured his skull in a fall from a truck. Married for 56 years were Mr. and Mrs. William S. Kun- kle. { A new well furnished a copi- ous supply for Dallas consumers of the Dallas Water Company. Married; Myrtle London to Lee Philco. Florence Weintz to James F. Davenport. Died: Mrs. Rose Perrego, 70, Huntsville Road. William Sher- man, infant son of Mr. and Mrs. Raymond Sherman, De- munds. TWENTY YEARS AGO Four candidates for Dallas Township school board: Donald J. Evans, Fred F. Dodson, John F. Parsons, and Daniel R. Richards. John Milus was directing Ruggles Pioneer Band. Could this be John Miliauskas? If so, he has made his mark with the prize winning Lake-Lehman band. Lacy Atherton drew up plans for a new addition to the Lehman-Jackson high school, a large gymnasium-auditorium at the north end of the present building. ice Farms took champion- ship at the NEPA show. The Ayreshire was shown by Bobby Rice. John Fowler practically swept the decks with his ban- tams and game birds in New Jersey. "Lehman opened its drive against saloons. Married: Charlotte Jane Jones to Robert Oley. Betty Eldredge Ford to Robert Oley. Ruth Louise Yeust to Roy Commers. : Died: George Hoover, 72, Harveys Lake. TEN YEARS AGO The first drowning in fifteen years at Harveys Lake occurred when a New Jersey visitor made his first attempt at skin-diving, Alexander Iwanski, a college sophomore, was 19 years old. Ten-year old Boy Scout Harry Misson was instrumental in the rescue of three children during the summer. Youngsters enjoyed the new Children’s Library during the summer, and the Story-Lady’s hour. Janet Smith was the first Story-Lady, beginning in the main library years before. Intersection of Main Street and Huntsville Road was being widened. Married: Nancy Brown Jen- kins to Ernest R. Stair. Ruth Shoop to Jay Long. Died: Charles G. Peterson, 80, Sweet Valley: Jon Mertiny . door.” THE DALLAS POST, AUG. 28, 1969 “| bombed out” By MIRIAM GOFFIN I bombed out. Most people can bomb out very quietly in relative obscu- rity, but I bombed out in front of several million people. My public downfall occured on a television quiz program called ‘“‘Jeopardy!’’ Like a great many people who are addicted to this television phenomenon, I watched ‘‘Jeop- ardy!”’ faithfully and knew I would have no trouble going on there and making several ‘thousand dollars. I always won at home. I had a lot of trouble. It all began when I followed the lead at the end of every programandwrote‘ ‘Jeopardy!’ asking to be a contestant. Promptly, I received an answer. I was to tell them when I would be in New York City to take a test and be interviewed. The testing room looked like a very small classroom. There were about thirty people there ready for the great challenge. For those of you who are un- initiated, ‘‘Jeopardy!’’ has a gimmick which involves an- swering general-knowledge (trivia) type questions, but placing the answer in the form of a question. The ‘‘answer’’ appears—* ‘The First President’’—and you give the question—‘ ‘Who was George Washington?’ - It was during one part of the festivities that I made my great score. I was the only one who knew that desperado Bat Mas- terson had later become a news- paper reporter. My lucky day was to be that Thursday. I was to be at the NBC studios at 9:30 a.m. with a change of clothes. Naturally I would need the change when I became champion and went on to win all those thousands of dollars; they tape three shows on Thursday and four on Friday. When my husband, Gene, and I arrived at the studios, the signs directed us to a small room—about 7’ x 12’. We were the first there. Soon, two other women arrived along with a few men and one whole family. The women were generally friendly, talking about how much they enjoyed the program and how no one was really there to win any money. We were all there because it looked like so much FUN! The men just sat and sized up the scene. People from the program wandered in and out, answering questions. After about half an hour of waiting and talking to each other and program people, we had managed to sort our- selves out. They all had won at home, too. The contestants there were Diane from New Jersey, Clark from Missouri, Linda from Houston, Peter from New York City, Maggie from somewhere in Indiana and me. The one questionin everyone’s ‘mind was ‘Who is the Cham- Our fears were not, pion?” allayed when we were told that she would be in later since the superhuman Champion did not have to rehearse. We were now all led to make- up. I don’t like makeup. I never wear makeup. I wore an awful lot of makeup once NBC got through with me. I looked awful. On to rehearsal. I was really great in rehearsal. This told me that I was going to win a for- tune. The Champion arrived. Un- expectedly, she was a really sweet girl named Sondra who Off the cuff stuff By BRUCE HOPKINS ANTONIO, OH ANTONIO ‘Now, McAuliffe, you be nice to Antonio,”” I told Tom Mc- Auliffe as we walked over to my car. ‘“Who’s Antonio?’’ McAuliffe asked. iE “Antonio’s my little Malian sportscar, I explained. Tom looked at Antonio. We Aamir ssw tually Tom looked down at An- tonio. Everybody looks down on Antonio. ‘‘Hopkins, you don’t really expect me to fit in this car do you?” Tom wasn’t being very optimistic. I told him that there was really a lot more room than might appear at first glance. I got in the driver's side and sat down. I waited for Tom to get in. Tom didn’t get in. I got back out and looked across the top of the car. “Could you give me a clue?’ Tom asked. “A clue to what?”’ “A clue to how to open the Tom replied. He really isn’t terribly smart. Of course, a lot of people have trouble get- ting into Antonio. You see, there aren’t any door handles. Tom opened the door. From where I was sitting inside the car, I could see Tom's kneecaps. He's kind of tall, and Antonio only comes up to Tom’s waist. Tom tried to step in and then sit down. You can’t do it that way. I told Tom to sit down first and then put his feet in. He started to sit down. “Be careful, Tom, it’s kind of a...” Too late. Tom landed a bit hard. “I started to tell you it’s a bit of a drop.” “A bit of a drop?”’ he asked, “Geez, I thought you'd pulled it out from under me.” Tom put his feet inside. I remarked at all the room there was for his feet. Even Tom himself was surprised. He even went so far as to say that he was comfortable. Tom started to turn on the radio. It didn’t go on. He asked me what was wrong and I ex- plained that the knobs on the radio were backwards. The volume was on the right side, ‘and the tuner on the left side. “Why is that?”’ Tom asked. “I don’t know, what side of the road do Italians drive on?’ Tom looked askance at me. ‘““Hey, what are all those little diagrams above the switches.” Tom asked. I ex- plained that they were a picture of what the switch was for. Instead of saying “windshield wipers,”’ they draw a picture of one above the switch. Tom asked me how come I had two speedometers. I ex- plained that one was actually a tachometer. “0.” Tom replied. ‘“What’s a tachometer?” “Well, it’s this little thing that kind of tells you when to shift, sort of.” Tom asked me how come there were two directional signal knobs. I ex- Hatred it that there Ze weren 1 “How come the high-beam switch isn’t on the floor?” Tom asked. Then he looked at the floor. ‘‘Nevermind,” he said. The space on the floor where the clutch, brake and accelerator are, isn't really very big. ‘‘Hopkins,”” Tom re- marked. “I'm glad you don’t wear a size ten shoe, or you'd never be able to shift this thing.”’ “Hey, what's this thing for?” Tom asked as he grabbed the little silver bar between the bucket seats. I screamed. Tom let go of the bar, and put his hand in his mouth. ‘“What’sa matter? What’sa matter?” he asked with his mouth full. I very calmly ex- plained to Tom that the little silver bar he almost pulled on was the emergency brake, and since we were on the turnpike traveling at 65, I got fright- ened. ‘Hopkins, what did you ever buy this little thing for, any- way?” “McAuliffe, I felt I ought to get a car to fit my personality: small and Italian.,, When we got where we were going, I was showing some people my little car. Some- body asked me how I came up with the name Antonio. “Well,” I explained, ‘I ruled out pepperoni, spaghetti, and lasagne, and decided that the only thing you should name an . Italian sportscar is Antonio.” This little eighth grade kid was standing there pondering the whole thing, and he finally remarked, ‘‘Well, you could have named it Sophia.” Why didn’t I think of that? SEE YA! The Right To Write To THE POST: In the Aug. 21 edition of The Post, relative to the case of Freda Lyons and her mobile home problems, reference was made to the fact that the “Town- ship charges $25 while the Lu- zerne County Zoning Board charges $5.” The fact is that the Luzerne County Planning Commission charge is $25 for any special exception, variance, or rezoning application. The $5 charge is for the permit after the re- quested petition has been granted. CLARENCE M. LAIDLER Zoning Officer Luzerne County Zoning Office post office to be closed The Dallas Post Office will observe Labor Day, Monday, i Segt. 1 asa hptional oAidoyss had recently moved to Hyde Park, N.Y., from Houston, Tex. She was remarkably unassum- ing for a champion; she wasn’t a ball of fire. She told us that she won ($1000) because the other girls (who were terribly bright) simply choked up and panicked. She seemed very surprised that she had won anything. I felt even more omnisicient. The first taping was about to take place. Maggie from Indiana and Clark were picked to play against Sondra. ~ It was a massacre. Poor Clark didn’t win a penny and Sondra won something like $200. Maggie came away with over $1000. She was very impressive. The money comes from the commercial spots. They get $7600 per one minute spot ; there are about six per show. There was a five-minute break between the first show and the second show. This time, Linda from Houston and stockbroker Peter were to meet Maggie. It was an even bigger victory for Maggie than the first show. Neither Peter nor Linda won any money at all. Maggie won $1300. I, however, was completely confident in the knowledge that I had beaten Maggie in re- hearsal. There was yet hope. I tried to forget Peter had done as well as I in his rehearsal. Lunch break came and my husband’s faith was unshaken. When we arrived back at the studio there were three new contestants. One of them was a young man named Jim who I tried to psych by telling him I was a professional historian. Then I learned he taught world geography and American his- tory in junior high school some- where in the midwest. I began to worry. The pro- ducer warned us that special- ized knowledge wouldn't help if there was an opponent who duplicated it. Maggie was unhappy. When she had tried to use the rest room, shediscovered a plumber. Maggie was downright uncom- fortable. Such are the things that empires are lost upon. I heard my name being an- nounced and out I marched. Jim was next, and then Cham- pion Maggie.. The first minute or so was sheer glory. At the first commercial IT' had $130, Jim had $40 and Maggie had 0. From then on it was all down- hill. Somewhere along the line I began to realize that I was playing with real money. I turned very conservative very quickly. Aside from the above, two of the big money categories were world geography and American history. Sounds sickening, doesn’t it? Then I made an awful mis- take. The question called for one of three Central American countries whose name has two words. My major area of specializa- tion is Latin American history. I said San Salvador. As soon as I said it I realized that San Salvador is the capital and El Salvador is the country. But it was too late. From then on, I couldn't get the lead. There was the category of opera just staring at me, completely untouched, and I knew that I could really make some money if I could only turn the questions to that category. Fortunately, somebody else did it for me and I was rolling. I even got a Daily Double. I only bet $100 of my remaining $150, but I knew the answer. At the end of the opera cate- gory I had $430 and the second part of the game was over. I was now faced with the decision as to how much of the $430 I would risk on the final question. The category was Shakespeare. Everybody was ahead of me but not by enough so that I still couldn’t pull it out. I bet $200. That was a big mistake. The question was ‘“The only person to see Great Caesar’s ghost.” I knew the answer wasn’t Perry White, but that was about all I did know. The only Shakespearean character I could think of who saw any ghost was Hamlet. That was my answer. It was wrong. Maggie wrote, ‘“Who was Antony?’’ She was wrong too, but at least she had the right play. Jim knew the answer. It was Brutus. Jim became the Champion. Maggie won a lot of money. I had my $230 and an encyclo- pedia. The show was supposed to have been shown about Aug. 20. I hope you missed it. By the way, know anybody who wants to buy an encyclo- pedia? It’s a source book for the ~ questions and SDIUSTLY used on. 7 Tiga BASS AT ST Pillar To Post By HIX Maybe they're made of ser, sors and snails and puppy dog tails, but it is amazing how soon they leave the grubby stage and enter a foreign country where they polish their shoes, slick back their hair, assist a young this in a prom dress into the rattletrap instead of leaning on the horn and bellowing, or expecting her to leap into place on the pillion of a motorbike. Yesterday . . . or was it the day before? . they were wearing the shortest of train- ing pants, and were rocking themselves to sleep, side by side, knees tucked under chins, army cot swaying with the rhythm, out in the sunshine under the pear tree. One of them is married now. He's the one who made the front page when he got lost down around Huntsville dam. The town turned out to look for him. It is a long way from mid- town Dallas to the dam, via Machell Avenue, down a lonely road and through what must havelookedlikeanimpenetrable forest to a four-year old. He was a stoic, even in those early days. Tears were not for him. He looked at the dam, realized that he had never seen it before, and plodded back again, retracing his steps. It was a hot day, and he was worn out, so when a small dog wag- ged at him he sat down by the dustry roadside to rest, with his arm around the puppy's neck. He had never felt so lone- ly in. his life, but he had com- plete faith. His mother, he was sure, would pop her head out of a window somewhere along the way, and call him in to lunch. Time and space mean nothing to a four-year old. Houses move upon demand, and who can tell what is around the next corner? There is no yesterday and no tomorrow, only the present. “Where do you live, little boy?” from the owner of the little dog brought the courte- ous response, ‘‘In Virginia.” “Where are you staying?’ brought another baffling reply, “With Nonnie.” “And where does Nonnie live?” “I don’t know.” It’s ancient history now. Not much could happen to a little boy on a pleasant summer day, but there were a few tense hours. His attitude after it was all over was the same as that of the Indian in the classic story, “Indian not lost, wigwam lost.” If the house had unaccountably moved away, it would come back. It was only a matter of time. Grandmothers go through an astonishing course of sprouts. They get themselves braced for a variety of experiences. The the right To THE POST: After reading this morning’ s paper, I would like to know why the President ordered the tightening of belts? Why did he wait so long? Is he afraid of public opinion? I wonder. He waited until Congress raised its salary and his, too, and now every federal and state employe wants a raise. Why did they say that some uncontrollable items such as interest on social security and medicare were the cause? If the lawmakers would keep their cotton-picking fingers off other people’s money this could not happen. Social security is a private fund put there by people who work, along with their employers, just like a bank account. However, it appears that if different departments of the government gets short of money they go to the social security fund and borrow. They don’t say what department borrows what so when the new allotment comes in it will not be de- ducted from the department's fund. This is real smart. And who becomes the goat? — the people on social security, of course. I received a letter from Mr. Finch’s office of H.E.W. stating that Congress is thinking about a seven percent raise in social security. Hogwash. What can you do on that? Nothing. The rich still get richer, taking the cream off the milk, while the poor and the ones on social security still get skim milk. It's the same old story. They tax the poor working people and the property owners, while the poor and working people send their sons off to fight an unnecessary war to help pad the pockets of the rich. A disgusted surburbanite, SORINNE JONES | ~Tenekeville . main thing to he learned Irordy these is that if you expect the unexpected, it always happens, and usually with tassels on it. If a small hoy approaches with a blissful expression and his hands carefully folded one upon the other, he’s got a small frog in there, one that’s guaran- teed to jump when released. Or it’s a snake, cunningly coiled. Keep your cool. On one such occasion it was a praying mantis, and the small visiting child was making the supreme sacrifice. He was about to give up his prize possession. Moved by a spirit of gallantry, and bearing in mind the fried chicken he had had for supper, he gave thanks in what he roi sidered an appropriate manner# “I have something for you, my mother says it’s all right for me to give it away.” There was a mother lurking in the background, smothering her amusement and waiting for the inevitable shriek. y The shriek failed to materi- alize. Probably I should have pumped up a howl, but I'm used to little boys. There was something odd in that cupped hand, all right, but it could have been any number of things and it takes more than a garter snake to rattle me. The hands opened carefully, and there sat the praying man- tis, its front legs clasped to- gether piously. “I'd love to have it, but don’t you think it would like to sit on that bush? It is probably hungry, and it might enjoy eating some insects. If I hold him, he’ll get too warm.’ The praying mantis rattled gratefully and settled down to a diet of aphids. Garter snakes, mantis, tree frogs, they're all small stuff compared to a sore toe, how- ever. If a little boy is willing to share his sore toe with you, you've had the accolade. This ‘was another four-year old, the purity of his English not yet exposed to the kinder- garten and first grade jargon. “Nonnie, would you care tof see my sore toe?” “Well, of course. Would you care to tell me how you got it, or do you just want me to ad- mire ‘it? I purely LOVE sore toes.” Business of unwrapping the treasure. There it was, a prince among sore toes. ‘‘That’s prob- ably the very sorest toe I ever saw,” I announced judicially. lo write To THE POST: Read your article about milk this morning (Pillar to Post, Aug. 14), and here is some information for you to digest. Col. Reynold’s farm used to have a fine herd of Guernsey cows. We raised our boy on it. He is 220 now, all wecol and a yard wide, six feet of him. We used to get almost four inches. of nice yellow cream on top of the bottle, when we ordered th raw milk. State laws finally got around to prohibiting raw milk. Later they banned all milk with over three percent butter fat. Col. Reynolds, has to skim that yellow gold down to the required limit, Then camealonghomogenized milk pasteurized, and it was anybody’s guess as to butter fat content. Homogenized milk is prepared in the dairies by forcing the raw milk through a series of fine screens to break up the globules of fat that somehow do not reunite again in ®t the milk. Scientific! You can’t get regular milk unless you own a farm. The state regulates the price of milk. Lowden Farms could sell it for 9 cents a gallon less, but has to abide by the law. Therefore the law forces Lowden to make - 9 cents more on a gallon than they would like to. I have tried all sorts of arti- ficial milk and it all tastes like plaster-of-paris. I have written an essay about cows, and will show it to you, but I will be damned if you can use it as I am saving it for the Reader’s Digest, where I expect to get a thousand dollars or less, RR | 1 mebbe. You can’t blame me for that as $1000 is hard to come 3 by these days. Your devoted siding HAP HAZARD Kingston An OWE eS eyo AT TAT TAT THT MT AT STAT AT TAT ATT TAT AT A TFA 4 > FG LEST BT SS ae Ge aay avy FA ww?
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