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17. Sober, Steady, and Respectable Man

Rick Miller University of North Texas Press PDF




I N E A R LY AU G U S T 1 8 8 0 , the Sheriff ’s Association of Texas met at the Dallas Opera House. Sheriff Eugene Glover of Duval County offered a resolution that the Frontier Battalion and Oglesby’s Special

Troops “were recognized as an auxiliary to the regular constabulary force of Texas indispensable at present to the frontier counties, and in those officers we recognize the right men in the right place.” The resolution was unanimously adopted.1

Quartermaster Neal Coldwell made an inspection of George Baylor’s

Company C detachment at Ysleta in El Paso County. He was appalled at the lack of discipline:

The men do no guard duty at quarters except day guard over the horses while out grazing. On scout the men march as they please, and are generally scattered over the country. No precaution is used on approaching the water holes when Indians are likely to be camped, but the men go along shooting at any game that may be within range.

Coldwell did note that Baylor strictly enforced sobriety among his men, and that he was well liked by the company as well as the citizenry. The company had very little to do, and probably the only reason to maintain

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2. The Canton High Years

Bob Hammel Indiana University Press ePub


The Canton High Years

It was fourth-and-goal, in the last minute of the last football game Bill Cook ever played. Canton trailed unbeaten Farmington, 7–6. The ball was inside the Farmington two-yard-line, but it had been there a while, and Farmington wasn’t yielding. “We were having a hell of a time—we ate up three downs and couldn’t get the ball across,” Cook remembers. He was the center, a good one, an experienced senior responsible for getting the football to quarterback Dick Fouts and helping to clear an opening for an on-charging back. It wasn’t happening.

Junior end Bob Heppenstall, whose recovery of a fumbled punt gave Canton its late chance to win, recalls, “We called a fourth-down play, and the next thing I knew Bill was lying in the end zone on top of the football. I didn’t have any idea what happened.”

Cook had spotted something. Farmington’s goal-line defense put linemen in the gaps on both sides of him, but no one head-on. “Usually they have somebody over the top of the center. They didn’t have anybody there. On the way to the line, I whispered to Fouts, ‘Look like you fumbled.’ We all lined up for the snap, he called the signals, the play started, I got the ball up to my crotch, then instead of snapping it back to Dick just heaved it forward over the goal line underhanded, and jumped on it like I was trying to recover a fumble. Dick made a good act. He dived down like he was going for the ball.” Officials, blocked out by bodies from seeing what really had happened, bought it as a fumble. When they found the football, with Cook on top of it, the referee’s arms shot up: “Touchdown!” And Canton won, 12–7.

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14. Lowell Lebermann—In Praise of Friendship

George Lambert Bristol Texas A&M University Press ePub


Lowell Lebermann—In Praise of Friendship

Lowell Lebermann and I should have met in late 1976 or 1977, discussed the fact that both of us were considering running for state treasurer of Texas, then walked away. But there was chemistry between us that immediately transcended our differences. We decided without conversation that we wanted to be friends. Somehow the treasurer’s race would take care of itself.

It was not actually the first time that Lowell and I had met. We had known each other casually at the University of Texas. We had certainly visited during his tenure on the Austin city council and at political events. As Democrats, Lowell and I ran in the same circles. But it was that meeting about the treasurer’s race that sealed the deal. As I remember it, we struck a Faustian bargain. Once we decided who would run, assuming both of us did not decide to run, the other would serve as campaign chair or finance chair, or both.

Shortly after this conversation Lowell called and asked if I would go to Victoria, Texas, with him to see Mr. Tom O’Connor. Lowell had been married to his daughter Louise, but the two had recently divorced. Lowell seemed to think that the O’Connors, who are some of the wealthiest people in Texas, would still be supportive of his politics. So off we flew.

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47 Things to Do

Perkins, John Berrett-Koehler Publishers ePub

The following lists are meant to stimulate you to come up with your own plan of action and are by no means intended to be complete. Neither should they be considered exclusive to the populations identified in the titles. In other words, if you are a student, feel free to draw from the retired people’s list, and vice versa.

Be sure to choose items that fit your passions, that raise your bliss factor, that bring joy into your life. Doing whatever it takes to birth the life economy must be fun. Of course, there will be times when you encounter obstacles and setbacks. See these as challenges that stir your creativity and offer opportunities to experience the joy of creating solutions.

Understand that love really is all we need. When we love ourselves, our planet, and one another — when we do the things that increase our ability to love, and encourage others to do the same — everything works!

1. Keep telling a new story, one that is based on creating an environmentally sustainable, resource regenerative, socially just world where one group of people does not make other groups of people desperate. This story is about cleaning up pollution and regarding our planet as a living being; helping starving people grow, store, and transport food more efficiently; living less materialistic and more spiritually fulfilling lives; developing new technologies for energy, transportation, communications, banking, and wholesale and retail trade; bringing diverse communities together with the understanding that we all live on a fragile space station that has no escape shuttles. In other words, tell the story of converting a death economy to a life economy. Spread this story, every chance you get, to as many people as you can. Talk; write; make videos; offer study groups; do whatever it takes.

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Chapter 27: Back in the West

Mark T. Smokov University of North Texas Press ePub


Back in the West

A westbound Great Northern train was stopped by three men near Malta, Montana, on August 28, 1903. The bandits were frustrated in their holdup attempt when guards on the train prevented them from boarding the engine. Giving it up as a bad job, they rode away toward the Bear Paw Mountains. The railroad said it was the work of the Curry gang, and the outlaw leader had been reported seen in Malta earlier in the week.1 Another robbery attempt on the Great Northern took place on September 2 in Great Falls, in which the bandits rode the train into the city limits.2 It is difficult to believe that Curry would have attempted a train robbery so soon after his escape. Wild Bunch members were known to take several weeks and even months to plan their robberies. The need for money would not have overridden his innate caution. Also, the modus operandi of the holdups did not fit Curry’s style. In fact, northern Montana may not have been his first destination after eluding the Pinkertons and federal officers in the mountains of North Carolina. The detective agency would most likely have sent agents to watch Jim Thornhill and other friends of Curry’s.

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Manuel F. Medrano University of North Texas Press ePub


During his time in Asia, Américo had taken correspondence courses in the Armed Forces through a program called USAFI (U. S. Armed Forces Institute) adding more to his college hours. He recalled, “I realized I didn’t want to go back to Brownsville with just a Junior College education… There wasn’t anything for me to do that I would want to do.”80 Paredes returned to Brownsville for a visit in 1950 a changed man. He wrote, “returning as I did in January to the becalmed anchorage. The old harbor resented the new shape of my sails. Klahn as well called me a snob and a pretender because I told him I have found beauties not only in free verse but in symphonic music and modern art. What a fool I was until I cast anchor… That I can see plainly now—after my trip home—My past was mirrored in the present of my old ex-friends.”81 The combination of these correspondence courses and previous college courses at Brownsville Junior College laid the foundation for further studies. However, the couple now faced a new challenge. They were informed at the consulate in Yokohama that because Amelia was from Japan, she could not live in the United States. At that time other Asians were allowed to immigrate, but not the Japanese. She was required to apply for a six-month visa with a stipulation that she violate no laws. Compliance would permit her to receive another six-month visa after which she would be allowed to immigrate. Meanwhile, her year would be spent in Matamoros, and once again the couple was apart.82 Lorenzo, Américo’s older brother, remembered that trying time,

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Raphael, Frederic Carcanet Press Ltd. PDF


‘“Spend the winter in sunny Spain,” that’s what the advertisements said and I thought to myself, why not?’ This was Miss A., a retired headmistress and president of her local Conservative Association.

She was a not ill-preserved lady, pink and blonde. She had taken a flat in Fuengirola and wore espadrilles and a big straw hat and smoked Celtas. She had a brigadier and his wife for downstairs neighbours and they were ‘Darlings’.

She was an embracing sort of lady. She embraced my Spanish grammar and had to be prised free of it. She came to Larry’s party in the Calle Toston and thereafter always referred to him as Mister

Larry Potter. She was determined not to be shocked, but had never expected to enjoy Bohemian company as much as she did.

Towards the end of the winter, she went on a trip to Cordoba where she met a bullfighter who escorted her to the top of the

Mezquíta tower, after hours. He there kissed her passionately and declared his love. He took her out and, she said, was bitterly hurt when, ‘regretfully’, she rejected his final gallant advances. Asked what the local Conservatives would think of her behaviour, she said,

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Davis, Belva Berrett-Koehler Publishers ePub
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Raphael, Frederic Carcanet Press Ltd. PDF


Peter Cook was ‘beaten up’ by some Manchester United supporters after the Tottenham game and phoned the Sunday Times, doubtless while still bleeding internally, to give them the news. He came a few days later to play in Bill Naughton’s park game. He lasted only half an hour in our unflattered company before limping off. There was no report in the press.

M. said, ‘Freddie, Two for the Road got stinking notices!’ She had taken Mrs J., her daily help, into St Mary’s to die, on the understanding that she would do so within twenty-four hours. She lasted almost a week. M. visited her every day. The undertakers refused to move the body unless they were paid their full seventy-five pounds in advance. The burial grant (fixed in ) is twenty-five and takes ‘weeks to come through’.

A letter came from James Kennaway, whose first book, Paths of

Glory, was reviewed in the same batch (but more gloriously) as mine, commiserating about the press for T.F.T.R. He accuses me of being

‘a careless bugger’ but, in an honest and friendly way, invites me to write and not to ‘slash around’. He promises that I am judged well by my ‘peers’. I am touched and embarrassed by such simple, imaginative decency. Like Mr Boldwood, I am ‘happier now’.

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3 North Viet Nam

Lam Quang Thi University of North Texas Press PDF

3 north viet nam

IN FEBRUARY 1952, I BOARDED an Air France flight to Hanoi. At that time, Air France provided daily passenger service between

Saigon and Hanoi and also between other capitals of what was called les États d’Indochine. When I landed in Gia Lam Airport on the outskirts of Hanoi, the city was shrouded under a light but persistent rain, called cachin, that was characteristic of North and Central Viet Nam. The cachin could last for days in the winter. It caused streets to be submerged under ankle-deep mud in certain commercial districts. Pedestrians wore rubber boots to navigate between the potholes and mud ponds. Everywhere I went, I noticed a sense of urgency as battles raged closer to the city. At night, rumblings of artillery fire could be heard in the distance.

General de Lattre had died only a few months earlier. Mao Tsetung had consolidated his power over the entire Chinese mainland.

The French outposts near the Chinese borders had been abandoned and the French were fighting against Viet Minh regular divisions around the chain of forts that de Lattre had built in the Trung-Du

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Appendix D: New York Philharmonic U.S. Premières, 1935–1973

Brian A. Shook University of North Texas Press PDF

Appendix D

New York Philharmonic U.S. Premières, 1935–1973

* Symphony Society of New York

** Stadium Concert

+ NYP Commission




Delius, Frederick

Delius, Frederick

Verdi, Giuseppe

Bax, Sir Arnold


Vaughan Williams, Ralph

“Koanga,” Dance

“Koanga,” Finale

String Quartet in E Minor

The Tale the PineTrees Knew

Suite for Strings

“Job,” A Masque for Dancing







Barbirolli, John

Jora, Mihail

Otesco, Nonna

Bartok, Béla

Oboe Concerto on Themes of Pergolesi

Marche Juive

“De La Matei Citire,” Prelude to Act II

Music for Strings, Percussion and Celesta





Rossellini, Renzo**

Canto di Palude




Rossellini, Renzo**

Gomez, Carlos**

Aguirre, Julián **

Overture to “The Merchant of Venice”

6/18 /1939

Prelude to “Aminta”

Suite Andaluza

“Huella y Gato” from Two Argentine Dances




Johnson, Horace**

Zemlinsky, Alexander

The Streets of Florence

Sinfonietta for Orchestra, op. 23

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1. Cold Spring and West Point

David M. Jordan Indiana University Press ePub

A MALE CHILD WAS BORN ON JANUARY 8, 1830, to Phoebe and Sylvanus Warren, in the village of Cold Spring, New York, on the eastern shore of the Hudson River. The Warrens named their newborn son, the fourth of what would be twelve children, Gouverneur Kemble Warren, after a close friend who was one of the most distinguished citizens of Putnam County.

Gouverneur Kemble was a substantial citizen indeed. Born in New York City in 1786 and an 1803 graduate of Columbia College, Kemble had gone to Spain in 1816 to study methods of casting cannon. A fledgling casting industry had been set up by a group of local men in 1814, but the flowering of the business awaited Kemble’s return from Europe. When he came back in 1818, he established the West Point Foundry, the lone industry in Cold Spring, where for the first time in the United States cannons were cast with any degree of perfection. A local historian called the foundry “the life of Cold Spring Village . . . and . . . it may be said, it feeds all, clothes all, and supports all.”1

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Chapter 8: Belle Fourche Fiasco

Mark T. Smokov University of North Texas Press ePub


Belle Fourche Fiasco

The Castle Gate exploit was sensationalized in many newspapers of the time, and the Hole-in-the-Wall contingent was duly impressed with Butch Cassidy’s handling of the robbery. Reasoning that they should be able to do just as well as a Mormon cowboy, they decided to rob a bank. Their first choice was the bank in Dickinson, North Dakota; however, there was something about the setup they didn’t like. It was finally decided that the Butte County Bank in Belle Fourche, South Dakota, would be an easier and more profitable target.1 Also, both Sundance and George Currie knew the area well.

Belle Fourche is situated at the confluence of the Belle Fourche and Redwater rivers and means “beautiful fork” in French. It was a central cattle-shipping railhead for a large portion of a tri-state area (South Dakota, Wyoming, and Montana). Cowboys who had accompanied the herds would celebrate in town, spending their money freely on drinking and gambling in the many saloons, and other entertainments. Additionally, the outlaws knew the town was hosting the annual reunion of Civil War veterans of the G.A.R., which was to be held from June 24 through 26. Hundreds of people would be coming from the surrounding towns such as Deadwood and Rapid City to celebrate, with the local merchants depositing all this increased revenue in the vault of the Butte County Bank by Saturday night. The time to hit the bank would be soon after it opened on Monday morning.2

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20 The Year of the Big Water, 1983

Richard Westwood Utah State University Press ePub

Lake Powell began to form behind Glen Canyon Dam on March 13, 1963. The lake reached “full pool” at the 3,700-foot spillway level on June 22, 1980.1 Then, heavy precipitation in the Rocky Mountains in the winter of 1982-1983 and rapid snow melt in the spring of 1983 caught the Bureau of Reclamation completely off guard. Therefore, they did not draw down the water level in Lake Powell far enough to take care of the heavy runoff. During June water was surging into the reservoir at the rate of 111, 480 cfs, and releases from the dam reached 92,000 cfs, the highest amount of water ever released from Glen Canyon Dam.2

In mid-June, as the reservoir neared the spillway level, Reclamation Bureau employees installed four-by-eight-foot sheets of three-quarter-inch plywood bolted to a framework atop the spillway. The water level rose, but miraculously the plywood managed to hold back several feet of Lake Powell. Boaters on the Grand Canyon run were in for high water not experienced since pre-dam days.

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Neil Peart ECW Press ePub



IT HAS BEEN SIX MONTHS since my last letter—and the time has been full. As ever, the more stories I have to tell, the less time I have to tell them.

I have never liked the clichés about time racing by, because I think you simply have to keep up with that pace—live your life at exactly the speed of time. Anyone asking, “Where did the time go?” obviously wasn’t paying attention! Each day, week, month, or year is a vessel of fixed capacity, to be filled with memorable incidents and stories. Every day can be observed in a way that is worth sharing—a motorcycle tour in South America or a trip to the grocery store and a pleasant few words with the baggers.

Responding to a letter from a friend who claimed to have nothing to tell, Thomas Jefferson wrote, “Just tell me about the events passing daily under your eyes.” Properly experienced and expressed, every life is of interest to another.

Now, at the pivot of another year (my sixtieth, I am proud to crow—how foolish to regret the passing years, if you consider the alternative), I am drawn to a kind of “reckoning,” a time to pause and reflect. The title phrase has long resonated for me that way: “the gate of the year.”

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