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Panorama, Glenda Rose Vaughn

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Located in the northern part of Indianapolis, the Indiana State Fairgrounds is now an Army Air Force Depot. During the summer' a school of cadets was stationed in the 4H residence building: A high, electrified fence patrolled by aimed 'guards' "surrounds the military reservation. To facilitate handling of materia1s to be stored within the grounds, a railroad siding northeast corner. night" with 'the has been run into the Negroes labor day and aid of high-powered Ij ,\ . searchlights to unload the cars which come f~6m the depot.

Pragmatists And High School Latin, Ione Colligan

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Are Latin teachers and Latin texts justified in telling students that the study of Latin provides sound and practical training for understanding of the English language? Or are those modern educators correct who insist that "transfer value" for the classics is meager, that study of the Latin language has no practical value?

"All Men Are Created Equal", Joe Howett

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One hundred sixty-nine years ago, on July 4, 1776, a group of men drew up the document which is known today as the Declaration of Independence. These men did not meet with that end in mind. Their primary purpose in having that historical meeting was to evolve a plan whereby they might, in some way, overthrow the severe restrictions they were suffering at the hands of the British Crown. Foremost in the minds of them all was a feeling that had motivated the colonization of this hemisphere; the feeling that had instilled within them a vivid will to perpetuate a …

Rhythm At Twilight, Mary Alice Kessler

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Manhattan's pulse throbs in' the twilight.

As tier light-studded avenues glow in the cool blue of dusk

She pulsates with noise. Good sounds pour from her throat,

The cough of motors,

The gurgle of laughing women,

The shout of brakes and sellers of news.

Eternal Cycle, Mary Cory

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Boy On A Bike, Betty Jo Fark

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Clouds of heat were sitting on the highway. There was no breeze to stir them perceptibly. The boy was hot. He wanted to keep his feet high, away from the burning sun fused in the pavement, but the motion of the bicycle pedals kept drawing them down monotonously. His hands on the rubber grips of the handlebars were sweaty and uncomfortable. Streaks down both legs of his salt and pepper wash trousers showed where he had tried to wipe away the stickiness.

"Respecttfily, Thaddeus", Mary Alice Kessler

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Thad is a good man. He is old and gnarled like some dying oak tree, and about as hard to uproot and argue with as an oak tree, but Thad is a good man. The last time I saw Thad was in the fall of 1939. He stood at the end of the gravel road that leads into our hunting lodge, one bowed leg stuck up on the birch fence railing, and looked after our car. He must have been at least seventy then, for his thinning hair was white and his red beard was streaked with snow. Those blue, …

Grace, Margaret Byram

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Susie And The Red Devil, Mary Ann Moffett

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An odd shade of dingy red is reminiscent of summer to me, recalling the Red Devil and Susie.

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