ol ballot within a ballot [J Voters in the November election will be con- fronted by a ‘ballot within a ballot.” ~The new Judiciary Article of the Pennsylvania Constitution calls for a separate ballot to handle : voting on those judges who have served an elective term and are seeking retention in office. In those districts where voting is done on ma- chines there is a special line for the retention elec- tion. On paper ballots the judicial retention section ) is set off from the regular political contests. ~The most unusual feature of the ‘ballot within a ballot” is the absence of political opposition. Voters are required simply to indicate on a ‘yes’ or ‘‘no” basis whether they want to see the particular judge retained in office. ~~ The ‘‘yes-no” retention balloting applies only to those judges who have completed an elective term. Judges currently serving by gubernatorial appoint- | ment—as is the case with Justice Thomas W. Pom- eroy Jr—and those seeking a seat on the bench for | the first time—as Mr. Louis L. Manderino is doing— : are listed among the contestants in the regular portion of the ballot or vote machine. Thus voters are asked to choose between Mr. Pomeroy, a Repub- lican, and Mr. Manderino, a Democrat, for. the position of Supreme Court Judge. ~ One state-wide jurist, Judge Harry M. Mont- gomery of the Superior Court, has completed a ten- year term on ‘the appellate bench and is seeking re- tention under provisions of the constitutional pro- vision. & Locally, Common Pleas Judge Bernard Curtis Prominski also is submitting his record, asking for retention on a ‘‘yes’ or ‘no’ vote. We feel that each voter would do a great dis- service to himself and to his community by ignoring the special retention ballot. We urge all voters to give serious and thoughtful consideration to the “ballot within a ballot.” trick or treat [J] Witches on broomsticks fly through the sky. Ghosts and goblins slip through the streets. Grinning Jack o’lanterns light the way. It’s Halloween and there is magic in the air. ~~ Much of the magic perpetrated at Halloween time is the doing of Back Mountain youngsters who carry orangendnd “black f¢4ttons labeled Trick or Treat for UNICEF. Collecting pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters from generous adults, these cos- tumed magicians are instrumental in turning the coins into real tools to help the millions of needy children in the developing countries. Each penny that is dropped into their containers will provide vaccine to protect a youngster in South America from tuberculosis, or five cups of milk for a hungry baby in Asia. One penny can provide the vaccine to protect a child against smallpox, and five cents can mean the antibiotics to cure a child from ; trachoma, a disease which can cause blindness. For a single dollar 16 children can be protected from malaria for one year, or one child can receive four years of leprosy treatment. Tomorrow evening, proclaimed National UNICEF Day by the President of the United States, Americans across the country will have an oppor- tunity to set this matic into action. Every coin you can spare will make Halloween a magic time for children everywhere, and our ghosts and goblins can become the magicians bringing health and hope to the sick and needy children around the world through UNICEF. To. THE POST: May I comment that in loosing Mrs. T.M.B. Hicks, The Dallas Post is loosing its one contact with the reality that is this community. Mrs. Hicks has given joy and pathos and good common sense to all of us for "more years than any of us care to remember. She has kept this community on an even keel and made life more understandable across all the generations. Her words are young—even though they have been drawn from a many seasons change. Hicks has kept us in perspec- tive—even when you havelooked at our community, (as a new-: comer), with a jaundiced eye. Without Mrs. Hicks as a part of your staff—keeping you rele- vant to this community—I, for one, won't care if I ever read another Dallas Post. I shall let my subscription expire. ELEANOR K. RODDA 316 Pioneer Ave. Dallas, Pa. Ti DALLASCO0ST 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 674-7676 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 emeritus, Mrs. T. M. B. Hicks; assistant editor, Doris R. Mallin; editor of the editorial page, Shawn Murphy; advertising manager, Annabell Selingo. by GENE and MIRIAM GOFFIN Richard Nixon has not been ~ known to accept defeat or criti- cism with grace. His concession to John Ken- nedy in 1960 was slow in com- ing and graceful in form more than content. His loss to Pat Brown in 1962 is easily remembered. Nixon's reaction to the Na- tional Moratorium is hardly a surprise, therefore. Last year, much was made of the ‘‘New Nixon,’ a sort-of con- cession that the ‘‘Old Nixon” had something wrong with it. Now a new book, “The Selling of the President’’ by Joe Mc- by BRUCE HOPKINS It was my first flat tire. Yeah, it was a really momentous oc- casion. My first flat. Oct. ‘18, 1969, 11:30 p.m., Route 11 be- tween Bloomsburg and Ber- wick. Fortunately I had some- one with me to share in the excitement. I knew I had a flat tire because Michelle said to me, ‘Bruce, do you have a flat tire?’ It seemed like a logical con- clusion because the car was limping as if it had the gout. With great defensive driving skill, I pulled my little Fiat Spider (Antonio, by name) over to the side of the road. I hopped out, looked at the left front tire (knowing that it had been plagued with a slow leak) and as I saw it sitting there in the gravel I remarked, <‘Yep it sure looks flat to me.” Never let it be said that I am not organized when changing a tire. The very first thing I did was to reach into the glove compartment and pull out the driver’s manual on Fiats. I loooked under ‘‘t” for tire. Then I opened the trunk and got out all of the equipment. I'd never seen a jack like that in my life. It looked under- nourished. But then so does my car. Michelle stood there read- ing off the directions as I fol- lowed them. Except I couldn’t figure out where to put the jack. Since it was my front tire that looked flat, I assumed that the jack should be placed under the front of the car on the side nearest the afflicted tire. Except when I raised the jack high enough to reach the bottom of the front of the car, I discovered that the jack didn’t raise up any further. Hmmmm. Faulty thinking on my part. The idea is to put the jack in this little spot pro- vided for it on the side of the car. Then when you raise the jack, the entire side of the car lifts up into the air so that both of the wheels on that side are off of the ground. Aha! When I accomplished this step, I walked up to the af- flicted tire, called it a nasty name, and kicked it with my foot. It hurt. I kicked it again. It hurt again. 1 took a very close look at the tire. It wasn’t flat. It wasn’t flat? It had to be flat. But no matter how hard I kicked it, all of the signs seemed to indicate that the tire was indeed not flat. “What do I do now?’ I asked Michelle. THE DALLAS POST, OCT. 30, 1969 the “old Nixon" once again Ginnis, tells how Nixon was re- packaged by Madison Avenue. Only in half-hour: television plays and B movies do people make quick, radical changes in their personality; Nixon's new package does not entirely hide the original contents. Nixon should recall Lyndon Johnson's problems with repu- tation. Johnson was not known to accept defeat or criticism with grace either; he, as Nixon will, also antagonized many people. Johnson came into office with high reputation as consummate politician—later we found his reputation was true in Congress and Texas, but Johnson knew little about national politics. Nixon proved himself able at politics among Republican party regulars, but has not yet proved himself nationally. A minority president and leader of minority party, Nixon doesn’t even read the newspapers. Like Eisenhower, Nixon gets things predigested from aides who insulate him from the country and the world. Eisen- hower at least read a few papers, yet still found himself intellectually isolated from his constituency too often. Nixon, like Johnson, likes to do everything himself. No man can run any organization of reasonable size without help. Obviously Nixon and John- son don’t trust people or they A jet streaks across a dusky sky above Huntsville Reservoir. off the cuff Sturt She checked the manual. It didn’t say anthing about what to do if the flat tire wasn’t flat. Gees, what kind of a man- ualwasthat? Michellesuggested I check the other tires since one of them might have been causing the trouble. Deep down inside, I knew that this was impossible because it had been that particular tire that had a slow leak in it. I knew the other tires were in perfect con- dition. I checked the rear tire on the same side. When I kicked it, my foot sank. I placed my hand on the tire, and my hand sank into the rubber. Something told me that this might indeed be the cause of the limping. At least my efforts in raising that side of the car were not in vain. Michelle was getting nervous. She had to be back in the dorm in an hour and a half, and since it would take a good five min- utes to drive back to the dorm, I was left with only one hour and twenty-five minutes to change the tire. Talk about working against time! With amazing speed and dex- terity, I began the changing pro- cess, and in no less than ten minutes, I had managed to remove the hubcap. I then looked into my trusty Fiat Spi- der took kit, and tried to figure out which of the gadgets to use in removing those four hexa- gonal threaded things that held the wheel in place. Immediately I ruled out the screwdriver. I knew that a screwdriver would not do the trick (I had used a screwdriver earlier in my life so I know what they were for). I finally found the proper instrument, and in no time at all I had removed the tire from that whojigger that it fits on. I placed the spare tire on the whojigger, put the four hexa- gonal threaded things back on, and lowered the /car to it’s normal driving position. I tightened up the threaded things, replaced the hubcap, and stepped back to examine the work of art I had just accomplished. ‘“That’s that.” I said to Mi- chelle wiping my hands to- gether. ‘‘You can get back in the car now.” “Don’t you think you ought to put the jack, flat tire, and those "other - things back in the trunk?’’ she asked. “I don’t know.” I replied. “Does it say anything about that in -the manual?” She informed me that she was just acting on women's in- tuition, and since her intuition is usually valid, I followed the suggestion. I decided that it would be a good idea to see about getting the tire fixed before I left Bloomsburg for Doylestown. Therefore the next morning I went to a gas station and had the man there examine the in- jured tire. Lodged in it’s epi- dermis was this nasty little nail—the cause of all the trouble. As the gas station man examined the flat tire, I stood there and watched my left front tire exhale. “Oh well, I said to myself, “to air is human.’ The atten- dent and I took a unanimous vote and decided that the front tire was ill as well. Oh, gasp. However, never underestimate the power of a gas station attendant. Why, he had me taken care of before you could say three dollars and fifty cents. All in all, I would have to say that the whole experience was highly educational. I now know what to do should I ever have another flat tire. I believe the correct phrase is ‘‘drop » GOBLINS AND MONSTERS...) CARRYING BLACK AND ORANGE CARTONS... ..AND ILL SHOW You SOME GREAT YOUNGSTERS COLLECTING. would seek more aid, and seek it more openly. People who do not trust people, find trust is not reciprocated. Johnson was elected with an aura of great new accomplish- ments on the near horizon; no man could deliver what John- son seemed to promise. The public became embittered at not getting the Great Society; then at being fooled. Nixon's public relations’ men created the image of an omnis- cient, omnipotent Nixon. The television show the night before the election showed Nixon sit- ting on a chair which re- sembled a throne, bathed in a’ single spotlight answering carefully checked questions. It resembled an Orwellian concept of a multi-media dic- tator; certainly, Nixon was given the image Johnson was saddled with in 1964. Yet, Nixon has moved slowly (many Washington commenta- tors say not at all) and the promises of his image will not come to pass either. Nixon's statements on the moratorium alone will not ruin him, but his actions here are indicative of the one-way street he is travelling. He alienated everyone associ- ated with or sympathetic to the moratorium when he said at his press conference (the first press conference in months) that no matter how many people participated, he didn’t care. He showed his contempt for peaceful protest when he wrote a Georgetown University stu- dent that no public demonstra- tion would alter his policy on Vietnam. Nixon demonstrated he doesn’t know the difference be- tween members of the public disagreeing openly and peace- fully with him and revolution. His statements on the mora- torium read as those of a South American dictator fearful of a mob. Democracies have always had a hard time with effective foreign policies—one reason is because some peopledon’t agree with the policies of the govern- ment. This fact makes it especially hard for leaders of democ- racies to make foreign policy and one cannot blame them for occasionally wishing they had no public to oppose them, but the essence of democracy is that every elected and appointed official is subject to criticism by the public. Without that criticism—constructive, one hopes—democracy collapses. Whether or not one supports the moratorium, if. one sup- portstherationaleofdemocracy, one must support the right of the moratorium to exist. Richard Nixon does not support existence of the mora- torium, and, one must seriously wonder whether, therefore, he understands or even supports democracy. Is he an ill-tempered man in- tent on doing what he thinks he can get away with? Does he look good most of the time be- cause a bevy of advertising specialists sell him like tooth- paste or soap? Because he shall be president until January, 1973—and no longer, we predict—we must consider his attitudes. Nixon may not appreciate the value of opposition, but he must learn he is not perfect. I'VE JUST BEEN LISTED IN “WHO'S WITCH From by HIX They were pretty astonished, those self-assured young things with the world at their feet and a career in the newspaper business opening before them. I had sat down at their table at Nittany Lion Inn at the in- vitation of the Pennsylvania Newswomen, a complete green- horn in the newspaper world, but with a secret to buoy me up. y The girls sized me up, con- ferred in whispers, and then gave tongue. ‘“You know,’ one sweet young thing said to an- other, “we don’t have a single person on our staff over 25 years old.” . “We go in for the younger type of newswoman too,” an- nounced her neighbor, ‘but we do have one elderly woman in the office. She must be around 45. Too old to do real newspapering, of course, but she answers the telephone and sometimes we let her take classified ads. She enjoys it, and it makes her feel like one of us? And at that moment, the high award of the year was read out, and Hix rose to her feet and took a bow, wearing her white hair and her 60 years like a halo. There was a headline in the PNPA mag, ‘Grandma makes a killing,” or words to that effect, with a picture of grandma, caught off guard with her mouth wide open, split in the widest of grins, and enjoy- ing the situation enormously. The sistren nearly fell over. Iwas inspired to make a speech. The award was a two-weeks scholarship at Columbia Univer- sity, an interlude which amounted to an entirely un- expected bonus, what with cocktail parties and gala din- ners and a chance to observe interesting reactions on the part: of women who were making a career of the newspaper biz. In that gathering, I stuck out like a sore thumb, but it was a lot of fun, and I got to write it up for the PNPA ymaga- zine. I was sort of a pet. There were some odd mo-' ments. Suitcase in hand, I re- ported to the desk in the dor-_ mitory at the end of the #irst ° week to say there wouldn't be anybody in my room for the next couple of days, I was going home to Dallas for the week- end. I got a frosty response to that one. ‘‘Do you have a permission slip to be away over the week- end?” The correct answer would have been ‘“You gotta be kid- ding!” but I smothered it and said I didn’t need a permission slip, I'd be back late Sunday night, should I leave my key? The receptionist looked dubi- ous, but in the face of that frozen displeasure, I picked up my suitcase and was out the door, no hand cuffs, free as a bird. That is, free as anyone can be in New York in home- bound traffic on my way to the bus station. The suitcase weighed a ton, which is why I Pillar To Post switched to airplane luggage as soon as I was in the ny At that point I was lucky to have bus fare. But Howard had done the handsome thing, had kept my salary going for the two weeks, so I was swimming in a sea of clover. It had come about because Howard’s eye had lighted on a small item in the PNPA, in- viting women who happened to be sitting behind newspaper desks to submit stuff in a con- test. “Why don’t you send some- thing in?” he inquired. ‘‘And I'll even go so far as to pay your membership in the PWPA, it’s only $2.00, and how can we lose?” (That was quite some years ago, 1952 to be exact, before the price spiral began. ); A grandchild got lost on & back road at about that time, and the story was a tear-jerker. -Which goes to prove you can’t go wrong on stories about chil- dren and dogs, they're sure fire. Stacked up on a judge's desk in. competition with stories abou non-children and non-dogs, they are guaranteed to bring home the bacon. They brought it home, and I must say I have never been more astonished in my life. It was the first quart of rich red blood I ever drew from a con- test, and the transfusion was remarkably invigorating. There’ve been a lot of awards since, but none of them with quite the flavor of the first. And now I can’t even find the certificate. After I'd gathered in a few, they didn’t look quite so shiny. I'm sure the thing to do is to have them framed upon receipt, but after all, what do you do with a framed certificate? It got to be, around the office, ‘Another one, huh?” Sporadically, Howard would say, “Well, you’ll never make anewspaperwoman;youknow,’’ so I ke®t on* never making'.a newspaper woman, and kept on © winning awards, and one day about ten years ago Howard pinned an acre of small pin rosebuds to my white suit, a¥ vised standing behind somebody when the ‘class picture w taken, as a white suit brought out everything that was in it, and uttered a word of warn- ing: ‘Now, when you stand up to be counted at that 50th re- union of your class, don’t ever admit you're a newspaper wo- man, it’s the lowest form of animal life. Tell your doddering old classmates you're a fancy lady, tell them anything, but NEVER admit you're on a newspaper.’ ~ Then he grinned and I grinned. I had been given the accolade after all those years. only yesterday FORTY YEARS AGO A drizzling rain did not pre- vent hundred of persons from attending the solemn high mass of dedication for St. Therese’s Church, Shavertown. Very few straight Republican ballots were cast in an election which saw Burgess Anderson reelected, and James Besecker and Clifford Space elected to the Dallas School Board. Seven sheriff’s sales involving 11 pieces of property were ad- vertised in The Post. They were ominous portents of things to come as the Depression began to make itself felt in communities throughout the country. Died: Caroline Stroh, 74, Dal- las. THIRTY YEARS AGO Pork butts were advertised at 21 cents a pound, with prime rib roasts selling for all of 25 cents a pound in the local A&P. The police were enjoying a rest after the annual Halloween spate of mischief which in- cluded three false alarms and the placing of a ‘‘For Rent’’ sign on police chief Walter Covert’s auto. The possibility of a mild ~ strike among local dairymen loomed as farmers charged the Milk Control Board had gone back on its promise to author- ize an increase in prices. The area’s traditional Repub- licanism left voters without much interest in the upcoming election. A $20,000 bond issue which would permit the cog- struction of an addition to th high school seemed of more interest to voters than any of the candidates. Died: Mrs. Dorman Wolfe, 52, Meeker. TWENTY YEARS AGO Postmaster Joseph Polacky announced that65familiesliving in Maplewood Heights and along Route 309 between Goss Manor and the Memorial Highwa, intersection would receive rural free delivery service. The Lehman Scotties copped the Back Mountain football championship by downing the Dallas Township Redskins, 7-0. Work on the second lane of concrete on the relocation of = Route 115 between Harveys Lake Highway and Lehman began. : Died: James A. Franklin, 78, Dallas; Laurence W. Bevan, 60, former Dallas resident; Margaret Czulegar, Dallas. TEN YEARS AGO A five year old Noxen child, Allen Singlin, suffered first and second degree burns when a newly kindled wood fire: spiked with oil exploded ‘i the room where he was playing The Back Mountain had 11 donors eligible to attend th Gallon Plus dinner given at the Kingston American Legio ‘Home. rn re TY ip pa
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