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The PACE Test

By early 1980 I had become seriously dissatisfied with working at Channel.

We had a new manager, and he and I did not see eye to eye, although it was probably more my fault than his. He admitted to me that when he learned he was being given the Harrisburg store, he was looking forward to working with me because he and I had previously worked together to set up the Fairless Hills store. But given my current mood, I was no longer performing the way I used to. I was probably just an average employee at this point. But I kinda think he overreacted.

So did Ron Massal, who by then was well into the managerial track and working in the front office. He interceded a few times to try to defuse a tense situation between the new manager and me.

But I knew Ron wouldn’t be there much longer, so I started seriously looking for another job.

There was only one problem: I really wasn’t qualified for much of anything except working in retail, which was something I definitely did not want to do.

I wanted to stay in Harrisburg as I was basically happy there, as I had a radio program on the local classical music station, and I didn’t want to give that up. But give it up I did—because I was afraid it might hold me back if by some fluke I found a job opportunity outside of the Harrisburg area.

When I went to an employment agency, the guy I spoke to took one look at my experience and just shook his head. I don’t think he even pretended he’d be calling me.

My job prospects looked bleak indeed. And then someone, I no longer recall who, suggested I try taking the PACE test.

The Professional and Administrative Career Examination was a multiple choice test administered by the federal government back in the late 1970s and early 80s. And if there was one thing I was good at, it was taking multiple choice tests. At least I used to be good at it. It had been awhile since the last time I had taken one.

So I signed up for it and took the test on a Saturday in April (I think), which required me to take a day off work, which just added to the friction between me and the manager. I no longer recall any details about taking the test, but I think it was a fairly long one, three or four hours perhaps, but I’m not sure.

Defense Personnel Support Center (DPSC) as it was known in 1980

The results came relatively quickly, and out of a possible 100, I received a score of 96. Which put me at the 98th percentile, I think.

Anyway, it was more than enough to get me an interview in June at a place called the Defense Personnel Support Center, whatever that was, in Philadelphia. Well, actually in addition to scoring high on the PACE test, I needed to have four years of college under my belt, but I only had completed three years of college. Happily there was an alternative. One could also qualify if one had three completed years of college and at least four years of job experience in a related field. I was going to be interviewing for an Inventory Management Specialist position, whatever that was, and I had had about six years of working in retail, so that had to count for something, right?

I had interviews in three different directorates at DPSC: Medical, Subsistence, and Clothing & Textiles. I no longer recall the Medical interview, but the one with Dave Snyder of Subsistence was a joke. Happily, I must have impressed Maggie Rees and Frank Kenny of the Clothing & Textiles Directorate because they offered me a job.

I began on August 4, 1980.

Shortly after that, the government discontinued the PACE test because it wasn’t fair to all demographic groups. Had I waited, I couldn’t have gotten that job. And now the government is requiring a four year college degree for new hirees, so someone like me couldn’t possibly be hired today. I guess that’s what they call progress.

The Shopping Mall Looker

Amy was clearly agitated.

I had known her for several months and she was always cheerful and upbeat, but now something was wrong.

As the story emerged, it turned out that this had been a long time brewing situation. The shopping mall that she and her friends frequented had a looker.

They had only gradually become aware of him, and at first they thought he was just loitering and not doing anyone any harm. But he was always loitering around the same places—the bottom of a staircase.

And now two things had clicked for Amy. She realized that he was there specifically to try to get a glimpse up women’s dresses as they came down the staircases. And she was pretty sure she had seen the guy someplace else.

In fact, she was sure she had seen him at Channel Home Center, the store where I was working.

As she described him, I got a sinking feeling in my stomach, because the person she was describing was our manager Cort.

I was certain that there had to be some mistake. The behavior that she was describing just didn’t seem like something that Cort would do. But then—how well do we really know the people around us?

She described the times that the looker usually showed up, and I had to admit that it was at least possible.

So we formed a plan.

She would get together with her friends who had seen the looker, and they would all come to the Channel store at a time when both Cort and I would be there. If they all agreed that he was the looker, then we’d all confront him and see what he had to say.

Probably not the best plan but there it was.

But it took several days for Amy to arrange for her friends to get together and converge on the store, and in the meantime one of them confronted the looker directly at the staircase in the mall. By confronted I mean she screamed at him that if she ever saw him again, she’d call the cops.

That solved the problem, as he was never seen at that mall again.

But to this day I have no idea whether Cort was the looker or a victim of mistaken identity. I prefer to give him the benefit of the doubt.


The Sun'll Come Out

Working at Channel Home Center in Harrisburg was not my idea of fun. And I never thought of it as a career. At the time in 1977 it was the only job outside of Richland that I could find, as I had experience working at my parents’ hardware store.

Guess who is playing Annie?
That’s Sandy playing himself, as the Playbill put it

But I did work hard, and I must have impressed the management team during my first week on the job, because they then held my position for me for three weeks when I was laid up due to an auto collision.

I probably have Ron Massal to thank for that. Thanks, Ron. Wherever you are.

I fairly quickly became a group manager, and whenever a new Channel store was being set up somewhere in the area, I was usually dispatched to help whip it into shape. In fact, when the Hagerstown, Maryland, store was being organized, Channel paid for me to go down there for several days to help with the setup.

It wasn’t long before the regional manager approached me about getting into the management program. This was the real management program, not the bogus fast track one. I resisted, because I was pretty sure I didn’t want to spend my life working at Channel.

But I liked a lot of my co-workers. In fact, Sue (I forget her last name) and I got along well, so I had her and her husband Mike over for dinner one time.

For some reason that I’ve long since forgotten, Sue got on the bad side of manager Cort. In fact, they were barely on speaking terms except when absolutely necessary.

And then sometime in 1979 our store won some sort of contest. Or perhaps it was Cort who won the contest, something to do with the top four managers in the Channel enterprise, or the top four performing stores. The prize that Channel was giving to each of these top four managers was an evening for two in New York City with dinner at an expensive restaurant followed by tickets to Annie, which then was a big hit on Broadway.

Now Cort didn’t particularly like musicals, so he asked if I’d like to go in his place. Of course I said yes. And I asked Sue if she wanted to join me. Of course we didn’t tell Cort that Sue would be accompanying me.

So on a warm summer night in July 1979 I drove us to NYC (as one of the songs in Annie calls it), and we joined the other couples at the Spindletop Restaurant on 48th Street. They knew that I was subbing for Cort, of course, but they just assumed that Sue was my wife, and neither Sue nor I did anything to disabuse them of that.

It was a great meal, and we asked the head waiter if we could postpone dessert until after the show. Since Channel was paying for it, the waiter had no objection.

We all enjoyed the show, although Andrea McArdle was no longer in the cast (the title role was now being played by some unknown named Sarah Jessica Parker), and then we returned to the restaurant for dessert.

Afterwards, I drove us back home to Harrisburg. It was a very long night. We got home well after 3:00 AM.

I always wondered if Cort ever spoke to any of those other managers about that evening. What was his reaction when they mentioned my lovely wife?

I found the Playbill for Annie which had the handwritten instructions for that evening, as well as the names of the other stores which had won: Ramsey, Pompton, and Lodi. Alas, it doesn’t have the date, and I didn’t save the ticket stub, so the best I can date this is July 1979 from the Playbill.

A Badly Managed Business

Once I became a Channel group manager I frequently had to deal by phone with the head buyers at the Parsippany, NJ headquarters. They were all idiots.

When we passed on the customer complaints to them that Channel’s prices were too high, they always shot back that Channel was not a discount store. That might be so, but what were we? We didn’t offer any extra value. Our sales clerks weren’t highly trained to offer expert advice; they were minimum wage workers with no expertise other than what they picked up while on the job.

A good example of the buyers’ idiocy was their reluctance to let us stock up on highly desirable sale items. When a very popular brand of motor oil was slated to go on sale for a real bargain price, our assistant manager Bob Hughes ordered a gross of cases. The buyer slashed that down to a dozen. When the sale date arrived we ended up turning away dozens of disappointed potential customers. Yes, we offered them rain checks, but few of them returned.

Conversely, when a less popular brand of motor oil went on sale, the buyer shipped us dozens of cases of it that we hadn’t ordered and didn’t want, presumably because he had gotten a really good deal on it. Those didn’t sell and sat in our warehouse for months, just taking up space.

Another example: one summer Channel offered a high priced riding lawn mower, but we weren’t allowed to keep any in stock—not even for a demo model. How were we supposed to sell that? How were we any different from a catalog company? That’s where Bob Hughes just ignored the directive of the buyers; he ordered one that we set up as a demo. We sold more of those mowers than any other store in the chain. At the end of the season, we sold the demo for a discount. (Since the buyers weren’t aware that Bob had set up a demo, and at that time I was the group manager of that department, Seasonal, I received the credit for selling all those mowers. When a couple of the buyers paid a visit to our store, the Seasonal buyer introduced me to one of the others as “the guy who sold all those mowers without having an in-store demo.”)

So I learned just how stupid a lot of people in positions of authority in private industry really are. And Bob Hughes taught me how to work around some of their stupidity.

At some point Hechingers opened a store across the river, and we started hearing from customers how much better it was than Channel. I drove over to take a look and saw that they were correct.

Channel somehow lasted until the early 1990s, though I don’t know how they managed to hang on that long. Hechingers outlasted them, not succumbing to the Home Depot/Lowe’s juggernauts until the first decade of this century.

A Very Merry Christmas

It was my first Christmas working at Channel Home Center in Harrisburg, and as I recall the present that Channel gave to all its employees that year was a bottle of wine and a set of wine glasses. The glasses were real crystal, the wine was nothing to write home about. Mateus, if I remember correctly.

We still had our original philandering manager Jerry, but assistant manager Bob Hughes was able to keep his worst impulses in check a lot of the time. Truth be told, most of the time Jerry had no idea what was going on in the store.

Christmas fell on a Sunday in 1977, and the day before was just a normal workday for most of the staff. But Bob decided we needed some spirits to help keep up our Christmas spirit, so he provided some spiked punch in the break room starting around lunch time.

And so it came to pass that Channel’s customers were greeted by a very merry band of employees that afternoon, and probably that evening as well, but since my shift ended at 5:30 PM, I can’t actually report on what happened during Christmas Eve at Channel.

I needed to make my way to the Zellers family Christmas Eve gathering.

Now I had been nipping at the punch all afternoon, and I was in truly high spirits. I have no idea how much alcohol I had had to drink, but since it had been spread out over four or five hours, I was in a state of what you might call high functioning inebriation.

The family gathering was in a new location that year, but I had directions for how to get there, but I must have taken a wrong turn or maybe I just didn’t realize that I was getting on the Pennsylvania Turnpike, because I sailed right through the gate where you get the ticket, and as a consequence, I had no ticket. In fairness to me, I’d like to point out that this was not one of those normal Turnpike entrances where there are a dozen or more gates and it’s clearly obvious that one is getting on the Turnpike. No, this was a single-gated entrance directly off the exit of one of the main highways.

Well, since I had no ticket, when I got to my exit, I was charged the maximum amount, which I think was about $20 in those days. According to the inflation calculator, that would be about $84 in 2019 dollars.

I did make it to the family gathering, and that became the Christmas Eve to remember, at least for my cousin Kim, who every Christmas Eve ever after would delight in reminding me of my performance and encourage me to do an encore. I, however, recall very little of that evening.

Except, I remember, my grandparents’ present to me was an envelope containing $20, for which I thanked them as I explained it would cover my Turnpike expense.

Somehow, I managed to make it back to Harrisburg in one piece.

The following year there was no spiked punch in the break room at Channel.

The Fast Track Management Trainee

In case any of my former co-workers from Channel Home Center in Harrisburg should ever find their way to this blog, I’d like to point out that in the previous post one of the details I changed was where the events occurred. So don’t waste your time trying to figure out which employee I was talking about.

This is not the Harrisburg Channel store, but it looks similar

But while we’re on the subject, I just want to point out that Channel Home Center, once it was acquired by W.R. Grace and Company, was an extremely badly managed business. How it lasted as long as it did is something I’ll never understand.

I worked there for about two and a half years from late 1977 to mid 1980, and although I got off to a rocky start (about a week after I began, I was in a car crash that kept me out of work for about three weeks), it didn’t take me long to move from a sales clerk to a group manager in charge of one department of merchandise.

The Harrisburg store was plagued early on by a manager who was having an extra-marital affair with the secretary in the front office. This affected the business as the two of them (manager and secretary) were often screaming at each other, and folks learned to steer clear of the front office. Happily, he didn’t last too long, three or four months, I think, before he was canned. I believe he left his wife behind and took the secretary with him.

My memory is cloudy on his replacement, because I seem to recall that the assistant manager Bob Hughes, who was a decent guy and a good manager, remained the assistant. I was sorry when he got promoted and sent to another store. Eventually, however, we got a pretty good manager named Cort.

At some point, probably in 1979 during the Three Mile Island crisis, Cort told me that we’d be getting a temporary employee. This guy (I don’t recall his name, so I’ll call him John) would be with us for two weeks and would circulate through all the departments to get experience in each one. He was part of a new fast track management trainee program that Channel was starting. Cort told me to keep him apprised as to how John was working out.

Well, John arrived, and he had a somewhat dour personality, not at all what I would expect in a management trainee. The few days that he spent with me, he didn’t seem to want to do anything that I told him to do. If anything, all he wanted to do was hang out in the break room as much as possible.

So when Cort asked me for a report, I began, “They say if you can’t say anything good about a person, you shouldn’t say anything at all…”

“Is he really that bad?” asked Cort, visibly surprised.

I nodded.

As the two week period went on, I was hearing the same thing from the group managers of the other departments. John just didn’t seem to want to work.

On what would have been his last day, he didn’t even show up.

Cort told me that the day before John had come up to him and said that he was feeling a lot of resentment from the other employees because he was on a fast track to management. But Cort thought something else was going on.

A couple months earlier one of the top employees at the Pottstown, PA Channel store had tried to organize the other employees into forming a union. He failed, and according to Cort, he had also tanked whatever future he might have had with Channel, which was staunchly anti-union.

“I think John may have been sent to feel out the employees here to see if there is any interest in unionizing,” said Cort.

In any case, we never heard from John again. Nor did we ever hear anything more about a fast track management trainee program.

Tales of Amnesia

Back in the 70s when I was working for Channel Home Center in Harrisburg one of my co-workers was Glenn.

Glenn was a family man, with a wife and two kids, and he was working his way into Channel’s management track. He was a few years older than I was, which would have made him early 30s, I guess. A nice guy, but a bit flaky, if you know what I mean.

One time when I wanted to leave work just a few minutes early, he offered to punch out my time card for me, but he forgot and didn’t punch it out until an hour later. That took some explaining to my boss.

Gregory Peck in Spellbound, a movie whose plot involves amnesia

Anyway, one day my friend Bert stopped by to visit. Bert was openly gay at a time and place where that really meant something. Like me, Bert wasn’t originally from Harrisburg, but had moved there perhaps ten years earlier.

I noticed that Bert had stopped to talk to Glenn, but I didn’t think anything of it, as Bert was a naturally gregarious type, but soon enough he came over to me and said, “You aren’t going to believe this. I knew your co-worker Glenn about fifteen years ago, but he doesn’t remember me now.”

As I pieced the story together, Glenn had lost an entire year of his memory, the year right after he graduated from high school. He didn’t remember anything from that year—what he did, where he went, or whom he met. If I recall correctly, the triggering incident that caused the memory loss was some sort of accident where he hit his head—hard.

Now that was incredible in itself, but in a plot twist worthy of Armistead Maupin, according to Bert, who knew him during that one year period, Glenn had been gay—openly, flamboyantly, promiscuously gay.

Laura Linney and Stanley DeSantis in a scene from Armistead Maupins's Tales of the City (1993)

The Glenn I now knew was most definitely straight.

“He was looking right at me as he told the story,” said Bert, “and there was no hint of recognition in his eyes. I think he’s telling the truth about the amnesia.”

According to Bert, one day Glenn had just stopped showing up and he was never seen again. Bert had always wondered what had happened to him.

Later on I spoke to Glenn, and he seemed totally sincere when he said he had no recollection of Bert or that one year of his life.

I had always believed that this type of amnesia (where one not only lost a block of memory but also had a personality (or in this case, sexuality) change) was the stuff of crime fiction and thrillers, that it didn’t happen to real people in real life. A few years ago I asked a psychologist about it, and without commenting directly on this situation, he described several other scenarios that led me to believe this isn’t all that implausible.

Note: the preceding is a true story, but I’ve changed the names and enough other details to protect the identities of the people involved, at least one of whom is still alive.

The Music That Makes Me Dance

I was harsh on the music of Legally Blonde: The Musical, and I just wanted to add a few words about that.

It’s true that the style of music in that show was not to my current musical tastes, but that was not why I was so critical of it.

Jonas Brothers

For example, the most recent Graham Norton Show featured a performance by the Jonas Brothers, and although their music is not something I would normally listen to, it did sound like music, and when the performance had completed, I could have hummed the main tune of the song if I wanted to.

Similarly, one of the guests was Gloria Estafan, a singer whose work I was not familiar with, so after watching the show, I decided to listen to a few of her songs on Apple Music. Once again her style of music is not to my liking. Oh, I like the Latin rhythms, which really are gonna get you, but she uses way too much reverb in her recordings, which in general are just overproduced as far as I’m concerned.

Gloria Estafan

But still, each song sounded like music and I recognized and often liked the melodies and harmonies that she composed. Several of the tunes lingered in my mind.

Unlike the music from Legally Blonde, whose songs had a beat that the dancers could dance to, but none of the melodies, no matter how often they were repeated and reprised, lingered in my mind. I truly doubt that anyone in the audience who was hearing those songs for the first time went out of the theatre humming any of the tunes.

Which is a real shame, because as I said, I thought the book of that show was quite good. If it only had a few good songs to go with it, I think it could have a long life. As it is, I doubt it’s going to be revived much.




Legally Musical?

Yesterday I saw the Walnut Street Theatre’s production of Legally Blonde: The Musical and I enjoyed it.

It’s a genuine musical comedy, filled with likeable characters, high voltage dance numbers, and committed performances; the only thing it lacks is music—but I’ll get to that.

Last week when I saw my neighbor Georgia, she introduced me to her future daughter-in-law, whom, she said, was appearing in the Walnut’s Legally Blonde. So I ordered a ticket for yesterday’s performance.

And then I realized that I didn’t remember Georgia’s future DIL’s name. What if I didn’t recognize her under her stage makeup? Or worse, what if I mis-identified her? I checked the production’s web site to see if I could pick her out from the publicity photos, and I thought I could, but I wasn’t absolutely certain.

That’s Lindsey Bliven as Vivienne in the center

So I did the sensible thing and knocked on Georgia’s door to ask. As it turned out Georgia’s future DIL was there, and her name is Lindsey Bliven (check out her web site), and she showed me a picture of herself in her stage makeup (and yes, it was the same one that I had tentatively picked out). Furthermore, she said she plays the mean one.

And although I’ve only met Lindsey for a total of about four minutes, she seems to have a sweet, outgoing disposition, but she absolutely plays mean very well. Really the whole cast is outstanding. As I said I enjoyed myself.

The plot is pretty simple and fairly predictable in its broad outline: The protagonist Elle Woods is dumped by her boyfriend because she, a sorority girl, isn’t “serious” enough for him as he plans to go to Harvard Law School and become a Very Important Person. So Elle resolves to follow him to law school in order to win him back.

One of the sub-plots features a UPS driver, a hair stylist, and a dog

The book of the show was written by Heather Hach (it’s based on a novel and a movie), and I think it’s one of the strongest books for a musical that I’ve seen. It completely avoids the second act problem that plagues so many shows where they get bogged down working out the plot trying to wrap things up and keep the audience engaged. If anything, the second act is stronger than the first.

Alas, the songs by Laurence O’Keefe and Nell Benjamin are, how shall I put this? They stink.

If a cat had stepped in spilled ink and randomly scattered some notes on a musical staff, it could have come up with more memorable tunes than these two people did. I don’t seem to be alone in my assessment; Clive Barnes in his review of the original Broadway production referred to the “amorphous, synthetic, and maniacally empty-headed music”. As to the lyrics, I barely understood a word during the ensemble numbers. The solo (dare I call them) “songs” fared better as I was able to make out about 80% of the words, and they were serviceable, no more.

As to the intelligibility of the words, I don’t blame that on the cast, I blame that on the sound crew who had the amplified volume turned up so high it was actually distorting the sound.

But enough negativity. Despite the fact that this was a musical where there was no music, only amplified noise, I did enjoy it and get involved in the story. That is a tribute to the well written book and the excellent performances by a large cast of humans and two dogs (who steal every scene they appear in).

Elco Teacher Charged With Assault and Battery

On Monday morning April 27, 1964, a Myerstown policeman arrived at Eastern Lebanon County High School and arrested Ronald Lee Paine for assault and battery.

Ronald Paine

The charge stemmed from an incident that had occurred the previous Friday when the teacher allegedly struck 16-year-old eleventh grader Candace Christ once across the front of her leg and four times across the buttocks with a yardstick with the last four blows reportedly leaving welts.

Disclosure: I never knew Candace Christ or her parents, but her brother Jeff was in my high school class. Other than a very slight memory of the events, my only sources for this account are the newspaper articles published at the time. As to the incident that triggered the subsequent chain of events, we only have a he said, she said situation. I’ll publish all the newspaper reports at the end of this post. Candace’s last name is pronounced “crĭst” with a short “i” sound.

Oh, and another thing. In those days the use of corporal punishment was very common at Elco, at least among the male teachers. In fact, I had been the recipient of it myself a few times, one time even from Mr. Paine himself when I was in seventh grade. My infraction was talking when I shouldn’t have been. That time he used the paddle from a Paddle Ball set.

Candace’s parents called the school board president after the incident and also spoke to a school principal but weren’t satisfied with their responses. Ronald Paine himself called the parents on Friday evening and explained that their daughter was “antagonistic and doesn’t show any respect”, but again failed to satisfy them. That’s when they decided to take legal action.

Naturally the entire faculty threw their support behind fellow teacher Ronald Paine. One of the few memories I have of this time is a conversation I had with Mrs. Messerschmidt, who was acting librarian that year, in which she claimed that the community as a whole would probably support the teacher over the parents.

Over the next few days there were charges and counter-charges published in the Lebanon Daily News; there was even an anonymous letter to the editor from someone who claimed to have witnessed the incident.

The policeman found himself on the defensive and justified his arrest of the teacher during the middle of the school day as just following normal procedure. Meanwhile, he found himself in a dispute with the Justice of the Peace over whether the JP did or did not say the arrest warrant needed to be served “immediately”.

Finally, a hearing was held before the Myerstown Justice of the Peace Lester P. Frantz on Thursday May 7, 1964. Candace and her parents were present, and according to the newspaper account, District Attorney Alvin B. Lewis Jr. represented the commonwealth and was in effect the attorney for the Christ family. The 26-year-old Paine was represented by counsel L. E. Meyer.

Three additional Elco faculty members were present to lend support: Esther Papson (in the newspaper account she is referred to as Mrs. Christopher Papson), James Beard, and Earl Hess. Also present as observers were three justices of the peace from nearby communities.

Candace was the first to testify. She said she was in Paine’s English class on April 24 “when he kicked me out in the hall.” By “kicked me” she meant he ordered her out. She said he took her arm and “he gave me a push…not really hard.”

She and several other students had been laughing and Paine asked her what she was laughing about. She said, “I was laughing at the boy next to me.” She said that Paine said he wanted it quiet. So she asked him, “Why didn’t you give the others heck? — Why only me? The others were laughing.”

Then Paine ordered her to report to the office. She said she would if he would explain why. “Then he told me to stand against the wall in the hall.”

When she was going out the door, she asked why she was being punished, “and that’s when he got mad and went back and got the yardstick.” She was struck once across the front of her leg and four times across the buttocks. They did not speak to each other, and there were no witnesses in the hall.

She admitted that she and Paine “never did get along” and that this was not the first time he had sent her out into the hall for talking during class.

Under cross-examination by Meyer she admitted that she had been spanked at home.

Her father testified that the welts were “streaks of white, puffed and red around the edges.”

Her mother testified that during their telephone conversation Paine could not recall what Candace had said before he paddled her.

At the conclusion of their testimony District Attorney Alvin B. Lewis advised Justice of the Peace Lester P. Frantz to dismiss the charge against Ronald Paine because Paine “had not been guilty of malicious or excessive punishment” when he struck Candace Christ. A school teacher “has the same disciplinary rights under the state school code as has a parent.”

The newspaper account continued: “The D.A., in an aside remark, said that less sparing of the rod might result in less juvenile delinquency.” Yes, people, apparently the D.A. of Lebanon County actually said that.

Postscript: In 2005 Pennsylvania amended the school code to prohibit corporal punishment.

Lebanon Daily News April 28, 1964 — p 1

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Lebanon Daily News April 30, 1964 — p 44

Lebanon Daily News May 1, 1964 — p 4

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Lebanon Daily News May 6, 1964 — p 1

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Lebanon Daily News May 8, 1964 — p 1

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