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Book Review Of Smith, Feola, And Greaves, Douglas Gwyn Dec 2014

Book Review Of Smith, Feola, And Greaves, Douglas Gwyn

Quaker Studies

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Educating He Women Of The Nation: Priscilla Wakefield And The Construction Of National Identity, 1798, Camilla Leach, Joyce Goodman Dec 2014

Educating He Women Of The Nation: Priscilla Wakefield And The Construction Of National Identity, 1798, Camilla Leach, Joyce Goodman

Quaker Studies

This article examines the views of the Quaker educationist, Priscilla Wakefield, on the role of women in the construction of British national identity at the end of the eighteenth century. Priscilla Wakefield wrote children's texts in late-eighteenth and early-nineteenth century England, was interested in the question of women and science and published on the education of women. This article analyses the way in which in Reflections on the Present Condition of the Female Sex, with Suggestions for its Improvement (1798) , she based her arguments for a 'useful' education for women on her views of what constituted the virtues and …


Touched And Knit In The Life: Barclay's Relational Theology And Cartesian Dualism, R Melvin Keiser Dec 2014

Touched And Knit In The Life: Barclay's Relational Theology And Cartesian Dualism, R Melvin Keiser

Quaker Studies

I argue in this paper that Robert Barclay fundamentally uses a relational method in doing theology notwithstanding a growing scholarly consensus that his thought is shaped by Cartesian dualism. The claims of dualism in Barclay are assessed through a close textual interpretation of parts of his 1676 work, An Apology for the True Christian Divinity, and his subsequent essay 'The Possibility and Necessity of the Inward and Immediate Revelation of the Spirit of God'. While he explicitly engages Cartesian dualism in this latter work, my conclusion is that when he is arguing apologetically with someone employing dualist categories, as in …


Quaker Plaining As Critical Aesthetic, Peter J. Collins Dec 2014

Quaker Plaining As Critical Aesthetic, Peter J. Collins

Quaker Studies

In the first part of this paper I explore the possibility of identifying a Quaker aesthetic through the concepts 'plain' and 'plaining'. I begin with an examination of the importance of 'the plain' as product and practice to seventeenth-century Friends and briefly outline its enduring importance to Quakers. Friends, however, were not the first group to adopt the plain style which is better understood when located in its broader historical context. For Quakers, the plain is ethic as well as aesthetic, partially grounding all Quaker testimonies. Given the well-documented aestheticization of contemporary life, I argue that the Quaker plain and …


The Study Of Eighteenth-Century English Quakerism: From Rufus Jones To Larry Ingle, David J. Hall Dec 2014

The Study Of Eighteenth-Century English Quakerism: From Rufus Jones To Larry Ingle, David J. Hall

Quaker Studies

This brief study of writing on eighteenth-century English Quaker history begins with an assessment of Rufus Jones's contribution in his The Later Periods of Quakerism (1921). It goes on to supplement the views of the century expressed by Larry Ingle in 'The Future of Quaker History' (1997) by surveying concisely a major proportion of the relevant published work between 1921 and 1997. It refers also to Ingle's identification of gaps and weaknesses in the published literature on the subject.


Editorial, Pink "Ben" Dandelion Dec 2014

Editorial, Pink "Ben" Dandelion

Quaker Studies

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Volume 10, Issue 4: Full Issue Dec 2014

Volume 10, Issue 4: Full Issue

Manuscripts

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Excerpts Dec 2014

Excerpts

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Things I Am Curious To Learn, Marylouise Miles Dec 2014

Things I Am Curious To Learn, Marylouise Miles

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Like every other child I started out with a burning curiosity. At five that unextinguishable fire was a horrible thing. Horrible, that is, to those coming within hearing distance. "Why" was the only word in my vocabulary, and every moment made me more masterful in its use. Why do ants build their houses like that? Why is grass green instead of some other color? Why are you dusting, Mama? Why do I have to wear my coat today? Why? Why? Why? Of course those sentences, are exasperating; so was I.


Just For Fun, Tom Stump Dec 2014

Just For Fun, Tom Stump

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The first book that I remember having read for myself was A. A. Milne's Winnie the Pooh. I read and re-read this book many times, as well as its twin, House at Pooh Corner. Whenever I grew tired of reading one of these books, I would skim through the pages and look at the winsome little pictures of Pooh, or Ear, the donkey, or Kanga, the kangaroo. Although as I grew up I soon considered myself above such juvenile literature, I was amazed not very long to find that I still enjoyed reading about the exploits of Pooh, the amiable …


The Ohio, Joan Hayden Dec 2014

The Ohio, Joan Hayden

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At The Concert, Robert Breedlove Dec 2014

At The Concert, Robert Breedlove

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How To Become A Meistro In Two Easy Lessons, Elmer Eisenbarth Dec 2014

How To Become A Meistro In Two Easy Lessons, Elmer Eisenbarth

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Civilization has given the human race many disgusting things, but none of them can even come close to the abhorrent practice of haircutting. Haircuts, as they appear today, constitute one of the greatest setbacks to the advance of man. They make man appear, to an outsider, inferior to the dumb animals. Whoever heard of an animal voluntarily getting a haircut'? The injury that is done by haircuts to the bankroll, time, and comfort of man, is incomprehensible.


Kaleidoscope, Shirley Loy Dec 2014

Kaleidoscope, Shirley Loy

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They Go To Your Head, Mary Johnson Dec 2014

They Go To Your Head, Mary Johnson

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The nearest to perfect happiness a woman ever gets is when she is shopping. Not the ordinary "every-day" kind of shopping for celery, onions, potato chips, salt or white thread (No. 60), but the intriguing, glamorous type of shopping for wearing apparel. This applies to all kinds of clothes; dresses, coats, suits, sweaters, shirts, shoes, purses, and gloves. Hats, however, are another story. They belong in a class by themselves. A woman's true character is often displayed when shopping for a new chapeau.


My Favorite Spot, Sam Stark Dec 2014

My Favorite Spot, Sam Stark

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My favorite spot is in the Marion Railway car shops. This may seem strange to anybody else, but that is what I like. I like to stand in the door-way of the shops and watch the bright orange cars move about the yard. The sound of the wheels rolling over low joints is music to my ears.


A River And An Island, John Stuart Dec 2014

A River And An Island, John Stuart

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An island in a river is a wonderful place. Although there is one in White River not far from Butler, many students have never seen it. This island divides the flow of the river into two parts, the channel being to the right. There are rapids on both sides of the island the current on the left side rushes between large stones. It is possible to get to the island by jumping from stone to stone from the left side only. It is fascinating to watch the changes in life around this island come with the changes of the seasons.


The College Girl's War Effort, Mildred Evans Dec 2014

The College Girl's War Effort, Mildred Evans

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The Student's Preparation For Peace, Jack Walker Dec 2014

The Student's Preparation For Peace, Jack Walker

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Americana, Doris Daley Dec 2014

Americana, Doris Daley

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I ride over the hills and I see the sun rise on America. I see a vast continent through the purple haze. I see the deserts and the jungles - the summer sun and the winter snow. I see the people who live in this country - as they came, different a!' the corners of the earth they left, and as they are today, one and indivisible - the lifeblood of the land. I see their farms and their great cities. I see them alone and in milling crowds, and I hear the tramp of their marching feet.


Album Pieces, Elizabeth Calkins Dec 2014

Album Pieces, Elizabeth Calkins

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There are many scenes in my life which I shall never forget, though I have no tangible reminders. There is one which must have taken place when I was very / young, for the chief character is my great-grandma Smith, who died when she was ninety-eight, and that Was shortly after my third birthday. I can see her standing, as stern and straight as her unbending words, on the walk that led down to the street in front of the house. In the background there Was a corner of the porch with the side street vanishing behind it, for the …


A New Formal, Margaret Brayton Dec 2014

A New Formal, Margaret Brayton

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The girl stood in the narrow doorway a moment before she went, slowly, into the living-room. She did not speak to her mother who was sitting in the dingy, brown leather chair by the window, did not seem to notice the anxious, gray eyes staring at her through old-fashioned, horn-rimmed glasses. She walked aimlessly about the room, then stopped to peer out of the window. "Mother," the girl began, still looking through the window into the cold, December twilight.


They Flash Upon That Inward Eye, Helen Fleischer Dec 2014

They Flash Upon That Inward Eye, Helen Fleischer

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Of course we never want or intend to forget the dear loved ones with whom we have lived and learned - those who have enriched our minds with their wisdom, beliefs, and interpretations of life, and have given us a gallery of happy memories which have a permanent place along with our ever increasing store of knowledge. However vivid these personalities may seem to us, yet, a few turns of the pages of a photograph album can bring their faces back again without any effort put forth on our part. Allow me to open this priceless book in order to …


Three Stages In My Mother's Life, John Whitaker Dec 2014

Three Stages In My Mother's Life, John Whitaker

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The Case Of The Pearl Necklace, William S. Mclean Dec 2014

The Case Of The Pearl Necklace, William S. Mclean

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I had been teaching a class in psychology at Turner College for four years, when an incident occurred that threatened to bring the taint of scandal on the whole school. A member of one of the sororities reported the loss of a valuable pearl necklace, which, she thought, had been stolen during the dinner hour. The college officials made every attempt to discover the thief with little success. Suspicion's finger pointed to a young man by the name of Henry Stewart, but there was no tangible evidence upon which to make an accusation. Then Dr. Klinger, the president, asked me …


Grandpa's Story, Mary Margrette Schortemeier Dec 2014

Grandpa's Story, Mary Margrette Schortemeier

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Grandpa was coming in. Leaning on his cane, she thought. She'd look around and see. Yes, leaning on his cane. And ready for his lunch. Noon meal was always dinner to him, though, even if it was only a cheese sandwich and a glass of milk.


Non-Conformist, Jeanne Gass Dec 2014

Non-Conformist, Jeanne Gass

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Once Upon a time there was a little red horse. Not a real horse you know, but a wooden horse - a Merry-Go-Round horse. He was a nice little horse with a well developed personality and but one defect- he was red instead of gray. The One who made him had made a mistake, you know. Instead of making him gray with red spots he made him red with gray spots. Upon discovering this terrible mistake he ran to another of the Ones who make horses and confessed with averted eyes,


Lynch, Gwen Hayes Dec 2014

Lynch, Gwen Hayes

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"That's Lynch up there," volunteered Duke. Tom peered through the darkness up the tracks towards a jeweled spot at the end of the long narrow valley. The lights looked like children being dismissed from school, marching up the sides of the two mountains at first in neat rows outlining the terraces, then the few ahead, forgetting discipline in the sheer joy of freedom, scattering over the mountains in disarray. That one highest up is like I am, Tim thought, gladdest to get away from school.


Front Matter Dec 2014

Front Matter

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The Will Of Villon, Joan Fuller Dec 2014

The Will Of Villon, Joan Fuller

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On a fall evening in 1462 the grey began to creep up the narrow twisting streets of Paris and filled with blackness the carved mouths of the leering gargoyles which danced on the lower wooden stories of the houses. As the boy Jean called "Bon soir," to his master, the keeper of the hot baths, he could see over the roofs the pointed towers of Notre Dame, tinted scarlet by the setting sun. Paris was settling for the evening, the criers, like himself, were folding their wares and setting off for home. The streets were filled with bourgeois in cloth …