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Elmer's Evolution, Maryann Mclaughlin

Manuscripts

Spring is here! Can't you hear the rumble of skates as the children zip by the house in their youthful glee? Can't you hear the mingled chatter of the spring birds? Can't you smell the sweetness of the pure, clean air - such a relief from that choking smog of the long winter? Can't you see the first buds as they peep through the small gray tips of the dismal twigs? And can't you see Elmer - his beautiful red hair and his bright eyes gleaming as they catch the ray of the warm, mellow sun? Can't you see him? …

There's A Soldier, Donna Hoffman

Manuscripts

As the peircing north wind blew his icy gusts around the corners and swept the streets with his broomlike blasts, the people stamped their feet and drew their coats more closely about them. It seemed as though Wind and Sun were having a terrific argument and Wind was doing his utmost to win this battle. The crowd was beginning to lose a little of the feverish excitement that a military parade always seems to cause. Suddenly the strains of the national hymn were carried to their ears; and, forgetting the cold, the crowd cheered and sang as the band marched …

Americanism, Herbert Eaton

Manuscripts

Americanism. This is not a new word to me; in fact, it is one with which I have been familiar for several years. Yet it has not been long since I have come really to understand and appreciate it.

The Cathedral Of Our Lady, Betty Alice Hodson

Manuscripts

Just one block from the central plaza of a small Mexican town, on La Calle de Las Rosas, stands a small Cathedral, built in 1830 by the hands and the sweat of peones who labored on nearby haciendas. It is built of limestone and marble, and is one of the finest Cathedrals in Northeastern Mexico, even though it is small, and seen by few but the townspeople. I shall try to show how it is seen through the eyes of three different people.

Team Fights Team, Robert L. Zinkan

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On a cool brisk Saturday afternoon in the late fall of the year, thousands sit watching two teams warming up to engage in a fierce battle scheduled to be raged long before by the coaches of the opposing teams. They have been practicing, putting themselves into condition for months, maybe years, in order to be prepared to defeat any team which they come up against. Later in the dressing room the coaches try to rouse their tempers by speaking strongly against their opponents. After making their blood boil with hate, he reminds them not to lose their heads because strategy, …

Tribute To "Bessie, The Jalopy", Bill Freeland

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"Bessie" was a good old Ford, even if she was of the 1924 vintage, with old-fashioned clincker tires and all the out-of-date accessories that made her comfortable like an old, old shoe.

In Fond Remembrance, Arthur Graham

Manuscripts

The late Rupert St. James, whose violent, tragic death created. heartfelt repercussions throughout the literary world, was born May 1, 1915. Rupert; although he early showed signs of poetic genius, did not come into his own until after the still unsolved disappearance of his father, himself a versifier of ability, in 1929. Graduating from Harvard in '34, Rupert had already written two volumes of poetry, On scholarship funds he did post-graduate work at Oxford, the University of Paris, and the University of Prague, all the while producing in an ever increasing flow the verse that was to characterize him as …

The Second Gull, Mary Margrette Schortemeier, Lucy Kaufman

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The Legend Of Laughing Jack, Jack Kilgore

Manuscripts

Long before the starched, clean stiffness was gone from their striped denim work aprons, the greenest boys at Herr Grosskopf's wholesale house were familiar with the Legend of Laughing Jack. They heard it from the wrinkled and gnomelike Isenhorst; they heard it from the wrinkled and deaf Shmidt; they heard it from Schneider, Fischer, and Schultz; but the most terrifying accounts were those given by Sam, the colored janitor. Only Jones of the shipping department never talked of it, but then Jones was different.

The Gates Of Jerusalem, Arthur Hollander

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Far away, in the eastern part of the land, by the banks of the Jordan, the Lebanon mountains raise themselves up. On the slopes of the mountains a valley streeches out. There are fields and vineyards, orange groves and forests. In this valley a small village is built. In this small village live simple farmers. Among the farmers lives an old man, ninety years old, and his old wife, eighty-two years old. The old farmer and his wife live in their small, simple tent. The stable in which their white ass stands is built by the tent. By the stable …

Not One Of Them, David Craig

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The Shadowed Vale, Joan Fuller

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The setting sun was reddening with its last fiery glow the walls of the great castle at Blois where it stood on a rising slope above the skirts of the town. It tipped the carved and traceried windows of the roof and gleamed vermillion on hilts of swords and pour-points and slashed trunk-hose as officers and men-at-arms bustled to and fro in the yard.

But though their faces were long and they bustled nervously, often they stopped in excited knots to whisper and cast curious glances at the windows of the royal suite. For the Dowager Queen lay dying in …

Front Matter

Manuscripts

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Stories And Self-Reflection, Kathleen J. Waites

Quadrivium: A Journal of Multidisciplinary Scholarship

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December 2014, Temple Shalom Synagogue Center

Newsletter Archive

Contents: Colby Professor Visits; From the Rabbi; Announcements; President's Message; Book Group; Community notices

Walter J. Ong: A Memoir, Kip Strasma

Quadrivium: A Journal of Multidisciplinary Scholarship

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On Getting Dressed, Sharon L. Stephenson

Physics and Astronomy Faculty Publications

I lean against the chalkboard and wait for the young woman to speak. I feel especially put together because I am wearing an outfit; I bought all three pieces at the same time, indicating my financial stability and dedication to appearance.

It is a Friday, and this introductory physics student is casual in her sorority letter jersey, jeans and sneakers. Her hair is long, her skin porcelain; these traits do not distinguish her from her sorority sisters. She is exceptional, however, in her habit of obsessively leaning forward in her front-row desk, as if preparing to dive over the top. …

The Most Feared Man In Italy, Kathryn Bockino

Gandy Dancer Archives

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The Phototroph, Erin Koehler

Gandy Dancer Archives

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Water And Light, Chloe Forsell

Gandy Dancer Archives

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Half-Truths, Amanda Coffey

Gandy Dancer Archives

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I'Ll Pray For Him, Rose Fritzsky-Randolph

Gandy Dancer Archives

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Index Of A Hypothetical Journal, Michael Cieply

Gandy Dancer Archives

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As I Remember, Emily Loveridge

Emily Loveridge’s Memoir: As I Remember

This typewritten document was authored by Emily Loveridge, the founder of the Good Samaritan Hospital School of Nursing. Loveridge began working at the Good Samaritan Hospital in 1890 and worked there for 40 years. This memoir is her remembrances of people, events, and the way the hospital and nursing program evolved during her tenure.

Please note that the back of page 14 has additional text not accounted for in the original page numbering. The manuscript is numbered page 1-47, but consists of 48 typed pages. The pdf document is a total of 49 pages, counting the cover as page 1.

A Peculiar Institution Indeed: The Humanity Of Indian Slave Owners, Brennan King, David Hertzel

SWOSU Journal of Undergraduate Research

This project was undertaken to better understand the rift between the understandings of how slaves were treated in Indian Territory versus how they were treated in the Deep South. In order to complete this project research was completed at the Oklahoma Historical Society, along with primary source resources from archival materials from the now defunct Works Progress Administration. The resulting conclusion of this project is that slaves owned by Native Americans in Indian Territory were generally treated with much more humanity than were slaves in the Deep South. The main implication realized was that it is important to have a …

Los Porcentajes Para Las Mujeres En Los Cargos Políticos: Las Leyes De Cuotas The Quotas For Women In Political Offices: The Quota Laws, Breanna Cary, Hector Garza

SWOSU Journal of Undergraduate Research

There is a growing number of women in politics today, but many countries still struggle to obtain a number of women in politics that accurately represents the female population. Political parties and government organizations are searching for ways to get more women involved in the politics of their country. One way that they are doing this is by setting a quota for the number of women required to be representatives in their political party, or even a number of women to be in their government. The research of this essay looks at the quotas in various parts of the world …

Souvenir, Kathryn Rhett

Gettysburg College Faculty Books

A collection of autobiographical essays

Souvenir, a collection of autobiographical essays rooted in the present, investigates travel, staying put, and how it is that our experience of being here right now includes so much of being elsewhere at another time. Rhett reconciles present to past in serious encounters with birth and death, alongside lighter observations. In a world that makes no sense except the sense we make of it, Souvenir plays with the dynamics of home and away to represent the fullness of daily life. [From the publisher]

The Art Of Seward Johnson, Joy Williams

Ontario Review

Joy Williams, novelist and short story writer, is the recipient of the Rea Award for the Short Story and a Strauss Living Award. She has recently published Genesis, a novel, and Honored Guest, a collection of short stories.

Molestation, Sheila Kohler

Ontario Review

Sheila Kohler is the author of six novels, most recently Bluebird or the Invention of Happiness (Other Press), and three collections of short stories. Her stories and essays have appeared in numerous journals, including Boulevard, Conjunctions, The Paris Review, Salmagundi, and Yale Review. She lives in New York City.

Grampy Hagen's Tale, Steven Schmidt

Manuscripts

"They's some folks what believes in haints," said Grampy Hagen. We, my brother Johnnie and I, were ready for bed, but first we huddled together in front of the fire while Grampy Hagen sat in the big old oak rocking chair. "Yes, sir, some folks believes in haints 'n spooks 'n things. But I weren't one of 'em, no sir! Leastwise, not afore I spent the night in the cabin down in the holler by the Willow Creek wash."