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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.

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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 …

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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 …

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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.

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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 …

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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 …

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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.

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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,

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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.

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Front Matter Dec 2014

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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 …

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Volume 10, Issue 3: Full Issue Dec 2014

Volume 10, Issue 3: Full Issue

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Injustice, Helen Wells Dec 2014

Injustice, Helen Wells

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Moonlight Mood, Samuel Smith Dec 2014

Moonlight Mood, Samuel Smith

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Checkmate, W. S. Mclean Dec 2014

Checkmate, W. S. Mclean

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Six men sat around a table. They had been sitting there for two hours. The ash trays gave evidence of the intensity of their thought. The glasses had been emptied and refilled, and now, they were empty again. The silence of the room was as thick as the cigar smoke. The grandfather's clock in the corner counted off the seconds with a heavy tread. The hour was past midnight.

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"What I Believe", Ruth Hoppe Dec 2014

"What I Believe", Ruth Hoppe

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Life is an experience not to be missed. There are the rough spots in life of course, and then there are the smooth stretches when one is at peace with the world. One fine solution for the feeling of depression, insecurity, and futility is to stop and think, "Would life be full if it were a life of ease; would life have depth?"

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A Disruption In The Family, Marjorie L. Swartz Dec 2014

A Disruption In The Family, Marjorie L. Swartz

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Flavius Germaine cocked his short, little leg over his knee, loosened his yellow polka-dotted tie, leaned back in his chair, and prepared to read the market reports. He tried to concentrate on the rise and fall of stocks, but the bang of a piano and wild shriek of a clarinet distracted his poor, befuddled brain. The noise ceased; within two seconds he heard the pad, pad of two pairs of rubber soles on the hardwood floor.

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Three Reasons Why, Ted Lemaster Dec 2014

Three Reasons Why, Ted Lemaster

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The United States is a great nation not because of its natural water ways, acres of timber, acres of wheat, corn, oats, rye, mines of iron, coal, copper, tin. It is the people who man the water ways, level the trees and run the mills, sow the crops and reap the harvest, operate the mines who make the United States so great a nation. The people of the United States have made this a nation to be proud of because they have kept it growing, kept fighting, and kept the spirit of competition alive.

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