70th Anniversary Edition: LOCAL CHATTER


(Editor’s note: This article first appeared in the Feb. 9, 1947 edition of the Sunday Dispatch)


Nick Arcola, for a long time associated with Yankee Brewery, has accepted a position with Sterling Beef Co. He’s now selling it … not throwing.

Ex-servicemen are getting a great kick out of the pinball machine at Dan Loughney’s idle hour. The machine, instead of the customary word “Tilt,” now flashes “T.S.”

John B. Burns, Pittston mortician, recently informed friends that his middle initial stands for “Benevolence.” Although it really stands for “Benjamin,” the former meaning could well fit John who is active in most non-profit groups in the area.

T. Earl Rowan of Spring street and Tone Kracsun of Market street are attending local colleges. Earl is at the University of Scranton and Tone at King’s College. Both ex-servicemen recently enjoyed a trip to New York City.

Leo “Popeye” Cravatta is the Fuller brush man in this area. Leo, whose home is at 222 South Main street in case you want to buy a brush. His brushes are so good, it hurts his business. The brushes, Leo says, last from 10 to 15 years and repeat sales are difficult.


Willis Griffith, Newcomb Brothers iceman, comfortably chopping ice on Church street Wednesday morning, the coldest day of the year.

Rev. John J. O’Brien, of St. John the Evangelist church on the same street, stopping to soothe the feelings of a tiny school girl who slipped on the ice and ruffled her dignity.

Groups gathering at the new parking meters.

The fellow running after the parking meter cop, saying, “Gee, Officer, I was only in there a minute.”

The factory girls streaming from the downtown garment center, mostly toward the record shops and the Dimies.


A Mrs. O’Brein, of Market street, Pittston Township, complained to the Pittston Police Department because the Pittston section of Market street was so clean she couldn’t find a stone to throw at a dog that attached her. It seems that a big dog attached Mrs. O’Brein as she walked West on Market street. The dog tore a large piece of her coat and generally frightened her. “You know,” she said to Pittston Police, “you can always find a stone in Pittston Township.”


Two city ladies in the usual chatty position, with one saying, “Dear, is Johnny still working for such-and-such a firm?” “No,” answered the other. “Those damn G.I.’s came back and knocked him out of a job.” We should be dead, huh?


Mrs. Philip Bianco, Butler street, Pittston spent an anxious few days after she received word that her son Sammy who is with the U.S. Army in Germany, was going to telephone her from Hitler’s former stomping grounds. The hour was set by the telephone exchange and finally the call came through. It was the first time the mother and son had conversed in years. Both started the conversation with an emotional “Hello” but from then on, neither could speak for the greater part of the allotted time. Each was overwhelmed upon hearing the voice of the other. It reminds us that we still have boys on the other side and we still have mothers waiting.


A little late for the subject but we know a man on Broad street who still has two Christmas trees and has been trying to get rid of them since the end of the Yuletide season. Every Thursday he puts them out with the ashes and garbage and every Thursday he gets them back. The city street department collected all Christmas trees after publishing a story in the local papers that a one day collection had been set aside just for Xmas trees. Some of the people, including the man who still owns one, believed the collection was too early as it was customary among Christians to keep their trees up until Little Christmas, or “The Feast of the Kings.” The announced collection preceded that day. So, Gene Gibbons has two trees. No, we won’t tell him THAT.

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