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Chapter 1

George Huppert Indiana University Press ePub

THE YEAR IS 1886. ON A DUSTY COUNTRY ROAD LEADING south from the Galician salt mines of Bochnia to the pine-covered foothills of the Carpathian Mountains, an easy distance, a young man is making his way up to the Dukla Pass. His name is Abraham Huppert. He is twenty years old. His earthly possessions, in their entirety, are packed tightly in his knapsack. He has left his family, perhaps for good.

The town of Bochnia, where he has spent his entire life thus far, is situated only a few miles east of the city of Kraków. Like many Galician towns at the time, it is in large part a Jewish town. Even as late as 1886, the vast majority of the Austrian empire’s Jewish subjects are still confined to Galicia, to this eastern frontier, this poverty zone north of the Carpathians, stretching from the Vistula to the Dniester River valleys. Named after the town of Halicz (or Galicz) on the Dniester, Galicia is rich in natural resources, including salt, cattle, timber, and grain. But it remains a land with miserable prospects for its inhabitants. The mass of the peasantry had ceased being unfree labor only recently, while the town-dwelling Jews were too numerous to live comfortably given the limited opportunities in trade and industry.

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XXIX. Prize for Not Working Hard Enough

Vince Bell University of North Texas Press PDF


Prize for Not Working

Hard Enough


n important project of my Bay Area years was about to begin. There I was, fancying myself some kind of romantic, but I didn’t even have my work collected in a place that I could turn to and find the material I boasted about.

Hobart Taylor recalls, “I talked to Townes [Van Zandt] on a trip to Nashville. He thought Vince’s work was so good that it should be catalogued. His exact words were, ‘Vince is a poet. He should do a songbook.’”

So while we played nine-ball in a China Basin bar on a rainy weekday afternoon, Hobart and I decided to rent some studio space and record the materials I had authored. When the rain stopped, we drove over Portrero Hill back into the city. “That was the most important work we did together—recording about 60 songs over five or six months time,” Hobart continued. “The act of recording them means they take a shape, no matter how that might change later. They have an interpretation. It could perhaps make a recording possible.”

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19. To the End of 1864

David M. Jordan Indiana University Press ePub

WITH PEEBLESFARM AND THE WELDON RAILROAD now solidly in Union hands, Gouverneur Warren wanted a rest. He wrote to Emily that “we accomplished everything expected of us splendidly, and are now straitening [sic] things out, repairing damages, etc.” Of course, they did not seize the Boydton Plank Road, which had been one of the goals of the movement, but Warren was justifiably proud of what his men succeeded in doing, cutting the rebels’ Squirrel Level Line.1

He applied promptly for a leave and, after first being turned down by Meade, was then given eight days, “to be extended by telegraph if possible.” Crawford took over acting command of the corps, and Warren had what turned out to be almost two weeks with Emily. The young general and his even younger wife finally had the opportunity to celebrate for more than a hastily seized day or two what young married life had promised them. A fortnight of bliss with Emily left Warren even sadder at one more leave-taking. Stopping in Washington on the way back to the army, he wrote of how much he loved her and how miserable he felt at being separated once again. “Yet,” he said, “I feel rejoiced when I think of what a blissful time I have spent with you and what a happy life we’ll have when war no longer compels us to be separated.” He reported back to the corps on October 21, only to be told by Meade that he might as well have stayed away four or five days longer. “That was a mighty mean thing to tell a man after his return,” Roebling wrote.2

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4 The Young Officer, 1870–1877: A Taste of War

Patrick J. Kelly Indiana University Press ePub

Consolidation of the North German Confederation, which by 1867 included all the German states north of the River Main, had important maritime consequences. With the addition of Hamburg and other Hanseatic cities, the Confederation possessed the world’s third-largest merchant marine. Greater only were those of Britain and the United States.1 In Berlin the team of Roon as Naval (and Army) Minister, Prinz Adalbert as Commanding Admiral, and Jachmann as Operational Commander in October 1867 got the new Reichstag to approve a ten-year program for sixteen armored ships, twenty unarmored corvettes, and eight avisos (dispatch boats), all steam-powered. The navy’s proposed goals were encouragement and protection of worldwide trade, defense of the North Sea and Baltic coasts, and, most ambitious, the development of a modest capacity to threaten enemy trade, fleets, and harbors.2 The navy’s expansion meant a shift from long-term volunteer sailors to three-year conscripts. Their sheer numbers would greatly increase the navy’s training burden.3

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20 Belgium Remembers: Fiftieth Anniversary of the Battle of the Bulge

J. Ted Hartman Indiana University Press ePub


Belgium Remembers: Fiftieth Anniversary of the Battle of the Bulge

The ceremony commemorating the fiftieth anniversary of the beginning of the Battle of the Bulge was to be held on December 16, 1994, in Bastogne, Belgium. My wife and I were invited to attend by Docteur Jean Lewalle, a friend we had met at several international orthopaedic surgery meetings. He and his wife Nicole hosted our visit, and we stayed with them at their home outside Brussels. Jean was 14 years old and living in Liege, Belgium, during the World War II battles.

We went with the Lewalles to Bastogne several days before the ceremonies were to take place. There we met two of their closest friends, André Burnotte and his wife, Monique. André was 13, living in Chenogne, near Bastogne, when the 11th Armored Division battled for that village.

Lieutenant Colonel Emile Engel, a Belgian Army historian and expert on the Battle of the Bulge, interpreted for us as the Burnottes drove us through some of the areas where my company had fought.

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Edited by Linda Wilcox DeSimone University Press of Colorado ePub

Trouble with the Church—Implicit Obedience demanded—Confidence in the Church Authorities declining—Clinging to Faith—Attempts to suppress Doubts—How Inquiry was suggested—Brigham angry—“A Prophet might be mistaken”—Day dawning at last—“Obeying Counsel,” and what it cost—An Article on “Progress”—A Scene—We withdraw from the Church—A brutal and scandalous Outrage upon my Husband and myself—Strange Police!—Without Redress—Popular Anger—Private Sympathy.

MR. STENHOUSE has been a member of the church since 1845. He had, to the very best of his ability, lectured, preached, written, and published in Great Britain, and various parts of the Continent, as well as in the United States, in support of the Mormon faith. He was a most earnest advocate of Mormonism, laying aside his own interests, and those of his family, all the time.

Personally, he was devotedly attached to Brigham Young for many years. While the members of the church have unshaken confidence in the faith of the new revelation, they very naturally acquire a regard for the Prophet, and render him unquestioning obedience. When Brigham spoke, he was ready to obey; and at any time during twenty years he would joyfully have given up his own life to save the life of the Prophet, had it been endangered. Whatever he might have seen or heard of Brigham’s disregard of the rights of the working poor, and his ridiculous counsellings and teachings to the brethren on business affairs, he was ready to excuse it all, on the plea that “Brigham was the servant of the Lord,” and, therefore, knew more than all the rest, and doubtless had inspiration to direct him in all that he did.

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9. Misery on the Trail

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

Chapter 9

Misery on the Trail


ctober 7th. Awakened at a very early hour: night had been very cold. Tried to make ourselves a cup of coffee or tea with a fire of cow-chips, but the attempt was not a success.

Lt. Bowman and Lt. Palmer had quietly monopolized the fire which

Major Thornburgh and I had made with so much difficulty and crowded us out. When I came back with my arms filled with dried cow-chips, I piled them on the fire and in so doing inadvertently

filled up Bowman’s cup on which he was trying to boil tea. When he came to taste the noisome mixture of tepid water, sage brush, weeds, grass, mud and cow-chips, Bowman, who is something of an epicure, expressed his opinion of the production in very decided and emphatic language. We didn’t have much of a breakfast, but we did have a good laugh. Captain Mathey did not get into camp until late last night. He had moved down to the Platte and then over to the mouth of Blue Water. Before leaving the Platte, he sent a detachment of his company to look up his wagon—this was without orders from the Expedition Commander and without his knowledge,—a very unsoldierly proceeding. In coming up the Blue Water to rejoin us, his Co. had great trouble in crossing miry places; one (or two) of the horses was nearly drowned.

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11. Ambition Frustrated (1940)

Dean J. Kotlowski Indiana University Press PDF




Nineteen fort y was the most exciting, and frustrating, year in

Paul V. McNutt’s life. It started out on a sour note. The Treasury Department’s investigation of McNutt’s finances, and those of his machine, had left scars.

Other ghosts haunted McNutt, such as his decision to send troops into Terre

Haute, which continued to draw fire from labor leaders. McNutt also was in a state of limbo. He had promised not to run against Franklin D. Roosevelt for the

Democratic nomination, but the president had said nothing of his own plans.

If being held in check like that upset McNutt, he concealed his feelings. His staff insisted that he remained unflappable, “vigorous,” and “rugged,” meaning ready to fight.1

Fight McNutt did, throughout 1940, against formidable odds. Round one, which took place during the spring, involved the race for the Democratic nomination, the ascent of the third-term forces, and the transformation of McNutt’s presidential campaign into a bid for the vice presidency. In round two, spanning the Democratic National Convention, McNutt’s pugilism entailed more jabbing than punching. Having made himself available for the vice presidency, McNutt did not press the matter as strongly as he might have after Roosevelt tapped someone else. His loyalty to FDR affirmed, McNutt entered round three— the fall campaign—pounding away against Wendell L. Willkie, his old college chum and the standard-bearer of the Grand Old Party (GOP). On the outside,

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One Settled Comfortably InThe Cuckoo’s Nest

Dani Burlison Petals & Bones Press PDF


to yourself and the loved ones nearby, that some level of mental illness has quite possibly set up shop inside of us as well. Some insist that we’re just not trying enough alternative remedies to cure whatever ails us. Something’s wrong?

Fix it! Immediately! Buy something! Or let go of attachments! Change your outlook on life! Manifest the happiness thatresides within! You need a detox diet! Smudge your bedroom with sage! You create your own reality! We’re all supposed to be happy! Everything is so good! We can manifest joy! Try harder!

Sure, some people are “cured” with didgeridoo sound healings, 5-HTP supplements and tapping all over their faces while chanting positive affirmations. That is super great for them, as they are likely not suffering from the gnarly chronic depression and anxiety I’m referring to. For some of us, color therapy and yoga don’t make it go away.

Not that we don’t try. Some of us try everything because we’re afraid of being judged by our “liberal, do-good” communities if we take medication. We undergo hypnotherapy, past life regression, tarot readings. We visit shamans and get acupuncture treatments. We’ll become cyclists, participating in every 100-mile ride we can find, attempting to outride whatever keeps grasping at us with it’s viscous claws. We do eight million sun salutations. We drive two days through the desert to see the Dalai Lama. We borrow our friends’ light therapy boxes, eat mounds of Omega-3 fatty acid-rich food. Sometimes we give up and eat two pounds of bacon in a weekend. We’ll churn our own butter and stand alone in the kitchen devouring it by the spoonful before smearing it onto chocolate cake that we often consume while soaking in the bathtub, reading Pema Chödrön, listening to Iron and

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5. Reopening, Reconstruction, and Reform

Herman B Wells Indiana University Press ePub

TWO VERY BUSY YEARS followed my appointment in 1933 as secretary of the Commission for Financial Institutions and head of two divisions in the Department of Financial Institutions. The pace was terrific, from about nine o'clock in the morning frequently to about midnight, seven days a week, with most meals taken at the desk or conference table. In our dealings with bank officers and directors, my staff and I were guided by the conviction that, with the return of prosperity, assets that appeared to be worthless would again be valuable. Time proved this assumption to be correct as we lessened the economic impact of the bank and building and loan closings in many Indiana communities, and I made a host of lasting friends.

The case of each closed institution had to be studied. Its assets and liabilities, the strength of its leadership, the need for it in the community, and its prospects for success if reopened—all had to be analyzed. Since depositors' funds were frozen, rapid decisions were desirable, but the labor involved was enormous. We worked under intense pressure. Believing that reform could come after recovery with less social cost, we took the position that our mission was to help speed recovery rather than to achieve immediate reform by liquidation of marginal units. In some departments in other states and among some federal bureaucrats, the attitude was almost the reverse. Reflecting the national anger against the banks and disillusion with all financial institutions, they took a punitive point of view and were eager to find ways to liquidate rather than to reopen banks.

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5. The Developing Frontier

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

Chapter 5

The Developing Frontier1


ith no military campaigns, Bourke’s routine duties took him not only through the Department of the Platte, but elsewhere in the West as well. He writes virtually nothing of this in On the Border With Crook, or his other published works, yet his observations published here and in Chapter 6 allow us to see how rapidly the West was developing even as mop-up operations continued against various Indian bands.

In Chapter 6, he is impressed with the rapid growth of Denver, at this time less than two decades old, but already a large, cosmopolitan city, whose markets, he notes, “are equalled by but few places in the world. . . . I should say it was far ahead of Omaha in all that concerns a city’s comfort & welfare.”2

1. Manuscript volume 25 begins at this point. Although it is listed at West Point as running from August 19 to September 9, 1878, it actually includes material on the Ponca

Indians and their legal case against the federal government, in the spring of 1879. The record of Crook’s conference with the Ponca leaders appears to have been written at the time, and supplemented later by newspaper clippings, one notation being made as late as December

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The Fire

Stephen R. Covey and Jennifer Colosimo with Breck England FranklinCovey RosettaBooks, LLC ePub

Let’s listen to some voices:

“I’ve lost my job. Now what do I do?”

“I’ve consistently moved up the corporate ladder, but I don’t really feel excited about or engaged in my work.”

“I’ve been here 18 months, and it feels a little like jail. The job certainly isn’t what I thought it would be. I’m not sure who is more bored—me or the customers.”

“I put 20 years into that company, and in one afternoon, it’s all over.”

“My job is meaningless and I could easily be replaced by a robot.”

“I’ve been looking for a job for eight months. I’m still upbeat. I know I have a lot to offer. But after hearing ‘We’re not hiring right now’ a hundred times, I’m starting to take it personally.”

Maybe yours is one of these anxious voices.

Our unpredictable times have undoubtedly affected you too. You might have lost your job. You might be nervous about keeping your job. You might feel stuck in a job that means little to you.

In this chapter, we’ll talk about the secret to getting and keeping the job you want. We’ll talk about making yourself indispensable. We’ll talk about discovering your cause.

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XXXII. The Poetry in the Prose

Vince Bell University of North Texas Press PDF


The Poetry in the Prose


. Bone Burnett wrote the liner notes to Phoenix:

Vince Bell, is, as far as I know, the only writer who has ever read his own obituary. In between Indio and Joshua Tree his tape turns around for about the fifth time. It is other worldly music. Heart breaking music. In a world of entertainment and musick—a world that celebrates the sameness of all things— this is music that celebrates the differences. Magical unrealism. Poetry from the solitary world of rank strangers—savaged into a state of grace. . .

Just past Joshua Tree there’s a bumper sticker on a bent up

’74 Dodge pickup that claims Jesus will be back soon. I hope that’s true. But in the meantime, happily, Vince Bell is back now.

I had begun preparing for the aftermath of this album a long time ago, and from the bottom of the barrel, in the deafening quiet of Music School. Today, I was exactly where I had craved to be during that dark, trackless time. Now I had the same problems everyone else had.

Be careful what you wish for.

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Chapter 23. “Blood will surely come”

David Johnson University Of North Texas Press ePub



“Blood will surely come”

THE REPUTATION RINGO BROUGHT FROM TEXAS is evident in existing documents. Obviously James Earp was frightened that Ringo would find his brothers. The Epitaph echoed this. “Later in the day two parties are said to have gone in pursuit of the deputy marshal and his posse, threatening vengeance for an act in which the above official was concerned some time since. What the result will be can only be surmised.” The paper attacked Behan’s office for releasing Ringo without an approved bond. “The facts are stubborn and plain, but no more than is the duty of every good citizen to do their utmost to see that the full intent of the proclamation is carried out and that the orders of the court are sustained.”1

The first party was John Ringo. This lone man inspired such concern that the Epitaph called upon residents to protect Earp and his posse. The second party was John Henry Jackson’s posse which was pursuing Ringo. His posse headed for Charleston expecting to find both Ringo and the Earps. Instead they ran into trouble. On January 24 Jackson arrived at Charleston “and after leaving their arms at a convenient place proceeded to the Occidental hotel to get their breakfast. Upon passing the threshold they were intercepted by Isaac Clanton and another man with drawn weapons, while the barrels of other Winchesters suddenly gleamed over the adobe wall. Mr. Jackson stated his errand.”

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Chapter 1 ✚ On My Way to the War

Joann Puffer Kotcher University of North Texas Press PDF

✚ C ha p t e r 1 ✚

On My Way to the War


uring the Civil War neighbors would load up a wagon with quilts, food, and any other supplies they could spare for the soldiers.

Sometimes a young, unmarried woman went. Someone, maybe a grandmother, would risk her life to drive the wagon as close to the fighting as she dared. The young woman would stay to help in the hospital. The wagon would return with wounded to be cared for at home.

The Donut Dollies were part of that tradition. Clarissa Harlowe

Barton, or Clara Barton, was one of those women.1 When she was 60

years old she founded the American Red Cross on that legacy of volunteer service. She ran the charity for over 20 years until she retired in

1904 at the age of 83.2

In World War I my grandmother’s sister was a Red Cross nurse in

France. Her diary records that she attended a dance at a Red Cross Center. In 1917 the Red Cross started canteens where 55,000 volunteers served food and snacks to servicemen around the world.3 In 1918 the

Red Cross began hospital recreation in the United States. The ladies wore gray dresses and veils. Patients called them “The Gray Ladies.” Almost 24,000 Red Cross nurses served the military. By war’s end, nearly one-third of the US population was either a donor or volunteer. The

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