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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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Chapter 1 – The Dream

James M. Davis, and edited by David L. Snead University of North Texas Press PDF


The Dream

IT WAS FOUR O’CLOCK in the morning on December 7, 1941, when the alarm sounded. Dr. C.L. Prichard, a close personal friend and our family doctor, and I had driven from Abilene to Harper, Texas, to spend the weekend with my sister Frances and hunt deer and turkey on a ranch north of town. We decided we would get up early on

Sunday morning and hunt for a couple of hours before we returned.

After hunting and deciding the turkeys were too smart for us, we put our guns in the car and drove to my home, which was about five miles east of Abilene. As soon as we arrived, my parents met us and asked if we had heard about the Japanese bombing Pearl Harbor.

We had not. They said that several of our warships had been sunk and thousands had been killed. While I had never heard of Pearl

Harbor, the news impacted my life significantly. This event meant there was no longer any question about whether I would have to go into the service. I had registered for the draft after Congress had passed the bill requiring all young men to register at the age of eighteen.1 Now, it was no longer a matter of if, but when and where

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22 Another Tragedy, 1988-1989

Richard Westwood Utah State University Press ePub

In 1988 Karen Smith went on her first Royal River Rats trip, although not on Georgie’s boat. She was one of fourteen passengers on an S-rig on which Marty Hunsaker was the boatman and trip leader. They got into a some trouble at Crystal Rapid. The current caught them, as Karen later said:

We were going to the right of Crystal and the current caught the boat and Marty was at the helm and he was holding the boat motor so hard that he broke the handle off of the motor trying to get us out of there. We went into the hole and it seemed like we were under water forever! But, you know, I don’t know how long. But then, all of a sudden it spit us out, spun us around, and we smashed into the wall!1

One of the passengers fell out and three people were injured. With the motor out of commission, they floated along until they came into a little eddy and waited there. There were two doctors on board, one of them a head-and-neck surgeon and one a general practitioner. They took care of the injured people. A Hatch River Expeditions party picked up the girl who had fallen overboard and brought her back to Marty’s boat.

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1. “O God, is it all!”

Stephen Gottschalk Indiana University Press ePub

The Next Friends Suit was the culminating ordeal of Mary Baker Eddy’s life and in some ways the most threatening. She was ultimately vindicated and even rose in public esteem. Yet if the Next Friends had prevailed, the “insanity” imputed to her would inevitably have colored public perceptions of the religion she had founded. She would have lost control over her own person and property, and the movement she led would have suffered a severe and perhaps insurmountable setback.

Yet in Eddy’s view there was a kind of glory to this experience—not the glory the world gives, but the glory that comes from enduring the malice that she saw as always threatening to extinguish spiritual light. This is the glory of the sacrificial love that Eddy felt made possible Jesus’ triumph over hatred and death. In the chapter “Atonement and Eucharist” in Science and Health, she spoke of his “treading alone his loving pathway up to the throne of glory,” of “the great glory of an everlasting victory” that overshadowed the Last Supper, of “his night of gloom and glory in the garden” of Gethsemane, and of his meeting with his disciples by the Sea of Galilee after the Resurrection, when “his gloom had passed into glory.”1 All Christians must share his suffering to some degree, she felt, in order to follow their Master and partake in some measure of that glory.

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21. Troubles in El Paso

Chuck Parsons and Norman Wayne Brown University of North Texas Press PDF

“[John Wesley Hardin is] a quiet, dignified peaceable man of business.”

El Paso Daily Times, April 7, 1895

ohn Wesley Hardin found El Paso much to his liking. In some ways it reminded him of the wild towns of his youth; El Paso now was a wild town of his middle age. The railroad had reached there in 1881 and by the time Hardin arrived the population had boomed to over ten thousand souls. That population was more Mexican than Anglo, but the latter held the power and influence.

Hardin’s arrival was noted in the El Paso newspapers. The Herald, rushing to get the news into print, provided a two-sentence notice that contained two errors: “John Wesley Hardin, at one time one of the most noted characters in Texas, is in the city from Comanche County. It is reported that John Wesley is now studying law.”1 He had not been to

Comanche County since 1878, and he was beyond “studying law” as he was already established as a bona fide attorney. After deciding he would make El Paso his home he opened his law office on the second floor of the Wells Fargo Building.2 He had business cards printed, indicating his office was located at 200-½ El Paso Street. In contrast to the brief lines of the Herald, the Times provided a lengthy announcement, which no doubt was contributed by Mr. Hardin himself. This was not an unusual practice; although the publication termed it a “card,” it amounted to nothing more than a self-serving advertisement. The announcement read:

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Chapter 22: Empty Nest

Sarah Byrn Rickman University of North Texas Press PDF


Empty Nest

inters on the island got Nancy down. Most of the restaurants and stores closed for the winter, as did the movie theaters. Most of the friends Nancy and Bob enjoyed in the summer—the Boston and New York crowd— were long gone.

Late in 1959, Bob—who had turned fifty that year—had a cancer scare. He weathered it, but gave the family cause for concern. The year before, Nancy had lost her mother. Then in

1961, the girls began to go away to boarding school. Hannah, as the oldest, was the first to leave. But since Marky and Allie were still at home doing the things adolescent girls do, Hannah’s departure for Oldfields School in Maryland that fall wasn’t quite so hard on Nancy. The presence of the other two girls and their friends gave her a reason for “being.” But then Marky followed

Hannah to Oldfields in the fall of 1963.

“After Marky left, Mum felt life was getting stale,” Allie says.

“Her solution was to try to bring culture to Martha’s Vineyard.”

Over the next few years, Nancy explored several such avenues.

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12: “Pay Attention to Gorbachev!” “But Who is He?”

Bernard Lown Berrett-Koehler Publishers ePub

The bomb will not be destroyed by counter bombs, even as violence cannot be destroyed by counter violence. Mankind has to get out of violence only through non-violence.

BY LATE 1982, IPPNW was slowly but surely gaining wide credibility as a significant antinuclear player. Events both small and large foisted us into the global arena. We had two world congresses under our belt, had garnered much global publicity, and had gained entry to the highest echelons of the USSR’s ruling elite. The Cambridge, England, world congress showed that the top military brass from both adversary camps were willing to use our colloquia as a venue for exchanging views. With the spectacular Moscow telecast, we had breached the iron curtain to gain access to the hitherto shielded Soviet public. All this lent credibility to the idea that a partnership with Russian physicians could bear tangible and immediate fruit.1

In September 1982, IPPNW vice president Dr. Herbert Abrams, and PSR leaders Drs. Victor Sidel and Jack Geiger testified before the House Subcommittee on Science and Technology about the long-term consequences of nuclear war. The subcommittee’s chair, then-Representative Albert Gore, wrote to Dr. Abrams about the physicians’ testimony:

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Chapter Seven Three Stories in Search of My Father

Samuel S. Bak Indiana University Press ePub
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Chapter One Disaggregation: The Driving Force of Revolution

Moshe Yudkowsky Berrett-Koehler Publishers ePub

One of the first safety rules I learned while hiking in the mountains was to never toss pebbles or stones down the side of a mountain. There’s the danger of hitting someone—a pebble that falls a thousand feet can do an impressive amount of damage. The other danger is starting an avalanche. It’s a tiny little pebble, true; a pebble that size can dislodge only another few pebbles, true; but if enough pebbles start to tumble, soon the large rocks start to move, and your one little pebble triggers a landslide.

An avalanche releases energy—a really impressive amount of energy. Shift a few pebbles, take apart the structure that’s holding the rock formations together, and suddenly you release an incredible, unstoppable force that transforms the landscape. Avalanches snap trees in half, shove boulders out of the way, and cut a huge swath out of forests. However, despite their massive power, when avalanches stop, you’ve still got the most of the pieces you started out with. All the pebbles that started off at the top of the mountain fall to the bottom—the pebbles aren’t gone, they’re just arranged differently—and now you have a nice collection of interesting pebbles, conveniently located here at the bottom of the mountain. They can be cut, polished, and made into jewelry; they can be used to build walls and pave garden paths. They’re still useful in many ways, and so is all the other debris that’s been brought down by the avalanche.4

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2. Canton, Illinois, 2008–

Bob Hammel Indiana University Press ePub


First Cook factory at Canton, opened and dedicated in 2009.

“And here comes Bill Cook, not with hundreds of dollars—millions! He gave us hope. He gave us life.”

—Michael Walters

Even the people closest to Bill Cook aren’t sure how long he thought about it before he began the remarkable, even charming, resuscitation job he did on the hometown he loved: Canton, Illinois, which had been given up as moribund by most.

Harriett Beecher Stowe invented the best word for how that Bill Cook ruminating materialized into today’s revitalized Canton. Like Stowe’s twinkly-eyed slave girl Topsy’s self-description in Uncle Tom’s Cabin, every evidence is that it just growed.

And it’s not done. As so many rusting relics that got their restorative TLC, particularly in the senior years of Bill and Gayle Cook, Canton today has an onward-and-upward look of its own momentum.

It’s a kind of love story not new in Canton. It’s hard to tell if it’s more a case of man influencing town than town influencing man, but either way, “charming” still is what that love story is.

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8 Special Officer Joseph Burch Loper (October 20, 1920)

Richard F. Selcer and Kevin S. Foster University of North Texas Press ePub


Special Officer Joseph Burch Loper

(OCTOBER 20, 1920)

“A Sad Tale of Murder and Redemption”

Five months after George Gresham went down, violence claimed its second victim that same year. The second officer killed was Joseph Burch Loper, known to friends and colleagues as “Burch” or “J. B.” At the time of his death Loper was a special officer, commissioned by the city of Fort Worth but on the payroll of the St. Louis–San Francisco Railway (“the Frisco”). Even as a security cop, Loper was still part of the close-knit fraternity of lawmen so his demise was treated as a “death in the family.”

Watercolor portrait of Officer Joseph Burch Loper by Robin Richey taken from poor-quality 1920 newspaper photo (only image known to exist today). (Courtesy of Fort Worth Police Officers Association)

The railroads were the biggest employer of special officers. The Frisco, as one of the last lines to come to Fort Worth, had been a local presence ever since acquiring the old Fort Worth and Rio Grande Railway in 1919. Loper went to work for them soon after that. The job entailed a lot of long, lonely nights patrolling the rail yards. The Frisco’s freight office was located in the Texas and Pacific Reservation on Railroad Avenue (now Vickery Street). Its main yards were on Eighth Avenue just south of downtown.

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17 Mass Surrender and Death March

J. Ted Hartman Indiana University Press ePub


Mass Surrender and Death March

The third day after we arrived in Linz, our company was ordered back to Gallneukirchen. We were to accept the surrender of an entire German army corps coming from the East that had refused to obey orders from our command headquarters to surrender to the Russians. They were determined to be taken prisoner by the American army. When we reached Gallneukirchen, we made a huge circle in the same field on the outskirts of town that we had used previously. We placed our tanks around the periphery and put the Germans in the center of this circle. This arrangement allowed us to guard them more effectively.

Then they began to come, all 18,000 of them, including some women and children. It was an orderly group. They marched in and set up camp in a very organized fashion. We had been concerned about what they would eat, as we had no food available for them. However, they brought their own supplies and seemed to have enough for everyone. Our other concern was how to provide enough water for this many people, as our water supply was very limited. In addition, May was the hottest season of the year in this area. To solve this, the Quartermaster Corps found some army tank trailers and brought them in filled with water.

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CHAPTER 4: Religious and Hoosier Heritages

Don M. Frick Berrett-Koehler Publishers ePub

I treasure the Judeo-Christian tradition. I do not value it above other traditions, but it is the one in which I grew up. The great symbolic wisdom of this tradition grows on me day by day. I regret the dogma that people have built around this tradition, which limits access to it. I cringe when I think of the wars that have been fought and may yet be fought because of the human tendency to forge hard doctrine out of the stories by which the wisdom of people and events, which make our tradition, have been handed on to us.… Much as I value the tradition in which I live, I feel a compelling obligation to leave it a mite better than I found it. 1


Through the years, interest in the spiritual component of Robert Greenleaf’s writings has been growing. Organizational development pioneer Peter Vaill says that Greenleaf was one of the first to openly bring spirituality into formal thinking about organizations and management. “There are a number well-known leadership theorists, psychologists, and communications experts who are personally quite spiritual and religious,” 41 he explained, “but the face they present to the world is a face of science, of reason, of the technical skill dimension. All of that skill goes out the window when the going gets tough unless there is a spiritual dimension behind it, a deeper valuing, and a more profound sense of mission and vision.”2

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Elizabeth Wittenmyer Lewis University of North Texas Press PDF
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4. The Ordeal Begins

Edited and Annotated by Charles M. Robinson III University of North Texas Press PDF

Chapter 4

The Ordeal Begins

August 24th. We awakened, or rather arose, (because we had not slept a wink during the storm which lasted all night.) and after considerable trouble got our fires going once more and coffee boiling. A good cup of this helped greatly to cheer us for our task of marching which began almost immediately after. It was impossible to cross the Powder river, which was greatly flooded by the torrent of water which had filled it during the night: our line of march lay up the

Left or West bank for about ten miles, men and animals floundering helplessly along in the deep, sticky mud, bearing as best they might the drenching rain which saturated their clothing and blankets and added much to their weight. Our poor horses and mules conduct themselves as if they never had a friend in the world. A fine black and white New Foundland dog has joined our Hd.Qrs. The orderlies call him Jack: where he came from, no one can say. It won’t do to inquire too closely: soldiers will steal dogs—they can’t help it and are not to be blamed as they must have a pet of some kind.*

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