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Proclamation 2525

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it is provided by Section 21 of Title 50 of the United States Code as follows:

"Whenever there is a declared war between the United States and any foreign nation or government, or any invasion or predatory incursion is perpetrated, attempted, or threatened against the territory of the United States by any foreign nation or government, and the President makes public proclamation of the event, all natives, citizens, denizens, or subjects of the hostile nation or government, being of the age of fourteen years and upward, who shall be within the United States and not actually naturalized, shall be liable to be apprehended, restrained, secured, and removed as alien enemies. The President is authorized in any such event, by his proclamation thereof, or other public act. to direct the conduct to be observed, on the part of the United States, toward the aliens who become so liable; the manner and degree of the restraint to which they shall be subject and in what cases, and upon what security their residence shall be permitted, and to provide for the removal of those who, not being permitted to reside within the United States, refuse or neglect to depart therefrom; and to establish any other regulations which are found necessary in the premises and for the public safety."

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by Sections 22, 23 and 24 of Title 50 of the United States Code further provision is made relative to alien enemies:

PROCLAMATION

, I, Franklin D. Roosevelt, as President of the United States, and as Commander in Chief of the Army and Navy of the United States, do hereby make public proclamation to all whom it may concern that an invasion has been perpetrated upon the territory of the United States by the Empire of Japan.

CONDUCT TO BE OBSERVED BY ALIEN ENEMIES

And, acting under and by virtue of the authority vested in me by the Constitution of the United States and the said sections of the United States Code, I do hereby further proclaim and direct that the conduct to be observed on the part of the United States toward all natives, citizens, denizens or subjects of the Empire of Japan being of the age of fourteen years and upwards who shall be within the United States or within any territories in any way subject to the jurisdiction of the United States and not actually naturalized, who for the purpose of this Proclamation and under such sections of the United States Code are termed alien enemies, shall be as follows:

All alien enemies are enjoined to preserve the peace towards the United States and to refrain from crime against the public safety, and from violating the laws of the United States and of the States and Territories thereof: and to refrain from actual hostility or giving information, aid or comfort to the enemies of the United States or interfering by word or deed with the defense of the United States or the political processes and public opinions thereof: and to comply strictly with the regulations which are hereby or which may be from time to time promulgated by the President.

All alien enemies shall be liable to restraint, or to give security, or to remove and depart from the United States in the manner prescribed by Sections 23 and 24 of Title 50 of the United States Code, and as prescribed in the regulations duly promulgated by the President.

DUTIES AND AUTHORITY OF THE ATTORNEY GENERAL AND THE SECRETARY OF WAR

And, pursuant to the authority vested in me, I hereby charge the Attorney General with the duty of executing all the regulations hereinafter contained regarding the conduct of alien enemies within continental United States, Puerto Rico, the Virgin Islands and Alaska, and the Secretary of War with the duty of executing the regulations which are hereinafter set forth and which may be hereafter adopted regarding the conduct of alien enemies in the Canal Zone, the Hawaiian Islands and the Philippine islands. Each of them is specifically directed to cause the apprehension of such alien enemies as in the judgment of each are subject to apprehension or deportation under such regulations. In carrying out such regulations within the continental United States, Puerto Rico, the Virgin Islands and Alaska, the Attorney General is authorized to utilize such agents, agencies, officers and departments of the United States and of the several states, territories, dependencies and municipalities thereof and of the District of Columbia as he may select for the purpose. Similarly the Secretary of War in carrying out such regulations in the Canal Zone, the Hawaiian Islands and the Philippine Islands is authorized to use such agents, agencies, officers and departments of the United States and of the territories, dependencies and municipalities thereof as he may select for the purpose. All such agents, agencies, officers and departments are hereby granted full authority for all acts done by them in the execution of such regulations when acting by direction of the Attorney General or the Secretary of War, as the case may be.

And, pursuant to the authority vested in me, I hereby declare and establish the following regulations which I find necessary in the premises and for the public safety:

(1) No alien enemy shall enter or be found within the Canal Zone and no alien enemy shall enter or leave the Hawaiian Islands or the Philippine Islands except under such regulations as the Secretary of War shall from time to time prescribe. Any alien enemy found in the Canal Zone, the Hawaiian Islands, or the Philippine Islands in violation of any such regulations and any alien enemy who enters or is found within any restricted area to be hereafter prescribed by the Military Commanders of each such territory in the Canal Zone, the Hawaiian Islands, and the Philippine Islands, may be immediately apprehended by authority of the Military Governors in each such territory, or if there be no Military Governor, then by authority of the Secretary of War, and detained until it is determined, under the regulations to be prescribed by the Secretary of War, whether any such alien enemy should be permanently interned following which such alien enemy shall either be released, released on bond, or permanently interned, as the case may be.

(2) The exercise of the power to prescribe restricted areas and the power of arrest, detention and internment of alien enemies in the Canal Zone, the Hawaiian Islands or the Philippine Islands shall be under the jurisdiction of the Military Commanders of each such territory, each acting under such regulations as the Secretary of War shall hereafter prescribe.

(3) No alien enemy shall enter or leave Alaska, Puerto Rico or the Virgin Islands except under such regulations as the Attorney General shall from time to time prescribe. Any alien enemy found in Alaska, Puerto Rico or the Virgin Islands in violation of any such regulations and any alien enemy who enters or is found within any restricted area to be hereafter prescribed by the Military Commanders of each such territory in Alaska, Puerto Rico and by the Naval Commander in the Virgin Islands, shall be immediately apprehended by the authority of the Attorney General acting through the United States Attorney in each such territory and detained until it is determined, under the regulations to be prescribed by the Attorney General, whether any such alien enemy shall either be released, released on bond, or permanently interned, as the case may be.

(4) The Military Commanders in Alaska and Puerto Rico and the Naval Commander in the Virgin islands shall have the power to prescribe restricted areas.

(5) No alien enemy shall have in his possession, custody or control at any time or place or use or operate any of the following enumerated articles:

a. Firearms. b. Weapons or implements of war or component parts thereof. c. Ammunition. d. Bombs. e. Explosives or material used in the manufacture of explosives. f. Short-wave radio receiving sets. g. Transmitting sets. h. Signal devices. i. Codes or ciphers. j. Cameras. k. Papers, documents or books in which there may be invisible writing; photograph, sketch, picture, drawing, map or graphical representation of any military or naval installations or equipment or of any arms, ammunition, implements of war, device or thing used or intended to be used in the combat equipment of the land or naval forces of the United States or of any military or naval post, camp or station.

All such property, found in the possession of any alien enemy in violation of the foregoing regulations shall be subject to seizure and forfeiture.

(6) No alien enemy shall undertake any air flight or ascend into the air in any airplane, aircraft or balloon of any sort whether owned governmentally, commercially or privately, except that travel by an alien enemy in an airplane or aircraft may be authorized by the Attorney General, or his representative, or the Secretary of War, or his representative, in their respective jurisdictions, under such regulations as they shall prescribe.

(7) Alien enemies deemed dangerous to the public peace or safety of the United States by the Attorney General or the Secretary of War, as the case may be, are subject to summary apprehension. Such apprehension shall be made in the continental United States, Alaska, Puerto Rico and the Virgin Islands by such duly authorized officer of the Department of Justice as the Attorney General may determine. In the Canal Zone, the Hawaiian Islands and the Philippine Islands, such arrests shall be made by the Military Commanders in each such territory by authority of the respective Military Governors thereof, and if there be no Military Governor, then by authority of the Secretary of War. Alien enemies arrested shall be subject to confinement in such place of detention as may be directed by the officers responsible for the execution of these regulations and for the arrest, detention and internment of alien enemies in each case, or in such other places of detention as may be directed from time to time by the Attorney General, with respect to continental United States, Alaska, Puerto Rico and the Virgin Islands, and by the Secretary of War with respect to the Canal Zone, the Hawaiian Islands and the Philippine Islands, and there confined until he shall have received such permit as the Attorney General or the Secretary of War with respect to the Canal Zone, the Hawaiian Islands and the Philippine Islands shall prescribe.

(8) No alien enemy shall land in, enter or leave or attempt to land in, enter or leave the United States, except under the regulations prescribed by the President in his Proclamation dated November 14, 1941, and the regulations promulgated thereunder or any proclamation or regulation promulgated hereafter.

(9) Whenever the Attorney General of the United States, with respect to the continental United States, Alaska, Puerto Rico and the Virgin Islands, or the Secretary of War, with respect to the Canal Zone, the Hawaiian Islands, and the Philippine Islands, deems it to be necessary, for the public safety and protection, to exclude alien enemies from' a designated area, surrounding any fort, camp, arsenal, airport, landing field, aircraft station, electric or other power plant, hydroelectric dam, government naval vessel, navy yard, pier, dock, dry dock, or any factory, foundry, plant, workshop, storage yard, or warehouse for the manufacture of munitions or implements of war or any thing of any kind, nature or description for the use of the Army, the Navy or any country allied or associated with the United States, or in any wise connected with the national defense of the United States, or from any locality in which residence by an alien enemy shall be found to constitute a danger to the public peace and safety of the United States or from a designated area surrounding any canal or any wharf, pier, dock or dry dock used by ships or vessels of any designated tonnage engaged in foreign or domestic trade, or of any warehouse, shed, elevator, railroad terminal, depot or yard or other terminal, storage or transfer facility, then no alien enemy shall be found within such area or the immediate vicinity thereof. Any alien enemy found within any such area or the immediate vicinity thereof prescribed by the Attorney General or the Secretary of War, as the case may be, pursuant to these regulations, shall be subject to summary apprehension and to be dealt with as hereinabove prescribed.

(10) With respect to the continental United States, Alaska, Puerto Rico, and the Virgin Islands, an alien enemy shall not change his place of abode or occupation or otherwise travel or move from place to place without full compliance with any such regulations as the: Attorney General of the United States may, from time to time, make and declare; and the Attorney General is hereby authorized to make and declare, from time to time, such regulations concerning the movements of alien enemies within the continental United States, Alaska, Puerto Rico and the Virgin Islands, as he may deem necessary in the premises and for the public safety.

(11) With respect to the Canal Zone, the Hawaiian Islands and the Philippine Islands, an alien enemy shall not change his place of abode or occupation or otherwise travel or move from place to place without full compliance with any such regulations as the Secretary of War may, from time to time, make and declare; and the Secretary of War is hereby authorized to make and declare, from time to time, such regulations concerning the movements of alien enemies within the Canal Zone, the Hawaiian Islands, and the Philippine Islands as he may deem necessary in the premises and for the public safety.

(12) No alien enemy shall enter or be found in or upon any highway, waterway, airway, railway, railroad, subway, public utility, building, place or thing not open and accessible to the public generally, and not generally used by the public.

(13) No alien enemy shall be a member or an officer of, or affiliated with, any organization, group or assembly hereafter designated by the Attorney General, nor shall any alien enemy advocate, defend or subscribe to the acts, principles or policies thereof, attend any meetings, conventions or gatherings thereof or possess or distribute any literature, propaganda or other writings or productions thereof.

This proclamation and the regulations herein contained shall extend and apply to all land and water, continental or insular, in any way within the jurisdiction of the United States.

, I have hereunto set my hand and caused to be affixed the great seal of the United States.

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 Next morning news flew through the city like a thunder- bolt, that the renowned financial operator and millionnaire, Aloysius Darvid, had, during the night, in his study, taken his own life with a revolver. The first and universal thought was of bankruptcy. But no. Soon it became clear and most certain that his ship, in full canvas, was sailing on the broad stream of success, and was bearing an immense, glittering golden fleece. The Argonaut, however, no man knew for what reason—through causes hidden altogether from everyone—had sprung from the deck into the dark and mysterious abyss.


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 staff. He also realized that he needed a range of scientific expertise which he sourced through a contract he dubbed Project BEAR. Capt Ruppelt set a policy that was intended to foster objectivity. Unlike the previous Project GRUDGE, he allowed his staff to create an "unknown" category of cases which he hoped would dissuade the forcing of a particular answer to any case. The new Project GRUDGE reviewed all of the previous cases in Project SIGN, old Project GRUDGE, and from the ATIC interim period.

Results: The new Project GRUDGE noticed that there was some correlation between sightings and the publication of UFO stories in the media. Capt Ruppelt noted that there were concentrations of cases in the Los Alamos-Albuquerque area, Oak Ridge, White Sands, Strategic Air Command locations, ports, and industrial sites.

 * No evidence of extraterrestrial origin of UFO/UAP were discovered.

Project BEAR (Late 1951–Late 1954)

Background: Project BEAR was an informal name given by Capt Ruppelt, Chief of Project GRUDGE, to a contract he created with the Battelle Memorial Institute (BMI) to provide scientific support to the new Project GRUDGE. BMI provided technical support, studied the reliability of interviewee information recall from UFO sightings, created an improved debriefing questionnaire for observers, and developed a computer punch-card system. This system helped automate the statistical study of all the UFO reports in Project GRUDGE's holdings and those in Project BLUE BOOK. BMI released a report under the cover of ATIC to maintain its anonymity. Completed in late 1954, the report was titled "Special Report No. 14."

Results: The Project BEAR report was based on a statistical analysis of UFO sightings and contained graphs showing their frequency and distribution by time, date, location, shape, color, duration, azimuth, and elevation. It concluded that all cases that had enough data were resolved and readily explainable. The report assessed that if more data were available on cases marked unknown, most of those cases could be explained as well. It also concluded that it was highly improbable that any of these cases represented technology beyond their "present day scientific knowledge."

CIA Special Study Group (1952)

Background: After an increase in UFO sightings in 1952, particularly those that gained widespread attention over the Washington, D.C. area during that summer, CIA's Deputy Director for Intelligence, Robert Amory Jr., tasked the CIA Office of Scientific Intelligence's (OSI) Physics and Electronics Division to review UFO cases. A. Ray Gordon took lead on this project, and the Study Group he established reviewed all of ATIC's data (from Projects SIGN through GRUDGE).

Results: The Study Group assessed that 90 percent of the reports were explainable and the other 10 percent amounted to "incredible" claims but rejected the notion that they represented Soviet or extraterrestrial technology. The group also studied Soviet press and found no reports of UFOs, leading the group to assume that the Soviets were deliberately suppressing such


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 reports. The Study Group also believed that the Soviets could use reports of UFOs to create hysteria in the United States or overload the U.S. early-warning system.

 * In December 1952, H. Marshall Chadwell, Assistant Director of OSI, briefed the Director of Central Intelligence (DCI), Walter Bedell Smith, on the subject of UFOs. Chadwell urged action because he was convinced that "something was going on that must have immediate attention," and that "sightings of unexplained objects at great altitudes and traveling at high speeds in the vicinity of major U.S. defense installations are of such nature that they are not attributable to natural phenomena or known types of aerial vehicles."

 * The source material does not suggest that Smith believed that these sightings were of extraterrestrial origin only that he believed they were not natural phenomena or known competitor technology. It is not clear from the source material why Chadwell seemed to hold a different view than that of the Study Group. It is possible that he suspected that UFO reports represented unknown Soviet technology and therefore posed a national security threat. His concerns about and interest in the topic led to the establishment of the Robertson Panel.

The Robertson Panel (January 1953)

Background: H. Marshall Chadwell clandestinely sponsored the establishment of a UFO scientific review panel led by California Institute of Technology physicist, H.P. Robertson. This action followed a recommendation from CIA's Intelligence Advisory Committee to enlist the services of selected "scientists to review and appraise the available evidence in light of pertinent scientific theories." The panelists had expertise in a range of fields, including nuclear physics, high-energy physics, radar, electronics, and geophysics.

Results: The panel reviewed all USAF data and concluded that most reports had ordinary explanations. The panel unanimously concluded that there was no evidence of a direct threat to U.S. national security from UFOs or that they were of extraterrestrial origin.

 * The panel was, however, concerned with the outbreak of mass hysteria and how the Soviets could exploit it. They recommended the USG use various channels to debunk UFO reports and suggested monitoring domestic UFO enthusiast organizations.

 * The Robertson Panel discussed the complete lack of the recovery of any "hardware" resulting from "unexplained UFO sightings" which contributed to its assessment that the reported UFOs were neither a foreign threat nor of extraterrestrial origin.

The Durant Report (February 1953)

Background: CIA officer Frederick Durant drafted a report for CIA's Assistant Director of OSI on the Robertson Panel's work and findings. Durant's memorandum provided a brief history of the panel and an unofficial supplement that provided comments and suggestions from members which they had not included in the final report.


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 Results: The report offered no distinct or separate findings of note and mostly summarized the findings of the Robertson Panel.

Project BLUE BOOK (March 1952–December 1969)

Background: USAF Director of Intelligence, Major General Charles P. Cabell, established Project BLUE BOOK to study UFO phenomena. Based at Wright-Patterson Air Force Base near Dayton, Ohio, Project BLUE BOOK was the longest running UFO/UAP investigation. It was led successively by Capt Edward J. Ruppelt (the former Director of the reorganized Project GRUDGE), Capt Charles Hardin, Capt George T. Gregory, Lieutenant Colonel (Lt Col) Roger J. Friend, and Lt Col Hector Quintanilla, Jr. The USAF recorded 12,618 UFO sightings between the years 1947–1969. J. Allen Hynek served as its lead scientific investigator.

Project BLUE BOOK organized its cases into one of three categories: identified, insufficient data, and unidentified. For those reports that were categorized as identified, Project BLUE BOOK staff used the following categorization schema:

 * Astronomical Sightings: These consisted of bright stars, planets, comets, fireballs, meteors, auroral streamers, and other celestial bodies. When observed through haze, light fog, moving clouds, or other obscurations or unusual conditions, the planets—including Venus, Jupiter and Mars—were often reported as UFOs.

 * Balloons: These included weather balloons, radiosondes, and large research balloons with diameters up to 300 feet, which together accounted for several thousand cases. Balloons were released daily from military and civilian airports, weather stations, and research activities. Reflection of the sun on balloons at dawn and sunset sometimes produced strange effects which led to many UFO reports. Large balloons can move at speeds of over 100 miles per hour when in high-altitude wind streams.

 * Aircraft: According to Project BLUE BOOK, various aircraft accounted for another major source of UFO reports; particularly during adverse weather conditions. The staff noted that when observed at high altitudes and at a distance, the reflection of the sun on aircrafts' surfaces can make them appear as "disc" or "rocket-shaped." They also noted that vapor or condensation trails from jet aircraft will sometimes appear to glow fiery red or orange when reflecting sunlight.

 * Afterburners: Bright afterburner flames from jet aircraft were often reported as UFOs since they could be seen from great distances when the aircraft was not visible.

 * Other UFO resolutions included stellar mirages, satellites, missiles, reflections, searchlights, birds, kites, false radar indications, fireworks, flares, and some confirmed hoaxes.

Secretary of the Air Force Robert C. Seamans, Jr. announced Project BLUE BOOK's termination on December 17, 1969.


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vi These all have literature in some form, literature which in respect to the world outside is famous, well known, little known, or unknown.

The Slavs have behind them a history dramatic to the utmost, varied, full of suffering, full also of heroism in endurance or valor.

The present time is momentous for all nations, the future is a tangled riddle; for the Slavs this seems true in a double measure. To involved social problems is added race opposition in the breasts of neighbors, a deep, sullen historic hostility. Hence when a writer of power appears among the Slavs, whether he takes up the past or the present, he has that at hand through which he compels the whole world to listen. Sienkiewicz has shown this, so has Tolstoy, so have Dostoyevski and Gogol.

The present volume gives in translation a book which should be widely read with much pleasure. The winning of money on an immense scale to the neglect of all other objects, to the neglect even of the nearest duties, is the sin of one Argonaut; the utter neglect of money and the proper means of living is the ruin of the other.

Darvid by " iron toil " laid the basis of a splendid structure, but went no farther; he had not the time, he had not the power, perhaps, to build thereon himself, and his wife, to whom he left the task, had not .the character to do so. By neglect of duty Darvid is brought to madness; by neglect of money Kranitski is brought to be a parasite, and when he loses even that position he is supported by a servant.

The right use of wealth, the proper direction of labor, these are supreme questions in our time, and beyond all in America.

Friends have advised Madame Orzeszko to visit this coun-


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334 "Bobe," he said softly, "Elte Bobe!"

Freida slept peacefully as a child, the rays of the moonlight played on the wrinkled face like childish dreams.

"I shall uever see you again, never any more."

He pressed his lips to the dear old hand, which had given him the treasure which was his salvation and ruin, life and death.

Frieda's head moved gentJy.

"Kleiniskind!" she whispered, without opening her eyes.

Meir lost himself in thoughts. His forehead resting on the groat-grand mother's knees, he said farewell to everything and everybody around.

At last he rose and slowly left the room.

In the dark passage he felt suddenly two strong arms closing around him and a heavy object was put in his pocket.

"It is I, Ber. Your grandfather looked around the family for a courageous man who would give you a handful of money on the way; and found me. Everybody in the house mourns for you,—the women have taken to their beds, crying, your uncles are angry with the rabbi and the elders,—the grandfather is almost beside himself with grief, but nobody will see yon any more. It is thus with us; reason drags one way. the old faith the other. They are afraid. But Meir, do not you grieve! You are happy, I envy you 1 Ton have not been afraid to do what I did not dare to do, and you will win. To-day your friends stood np for you, and the people wore silent and did not defend the rabbi. It is the beginning; but the end is still


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 number of occasions, it was reported by local officials that the CDC hung up on them mid-conversation. Local officials were similarly unable to get any help from other federal agencies that may have concurrent authority to investigate and/or remediate the biohazardous substances found at the Reedley Biolab.

Ultimately, local officials contacted their local Member of Congress, Representative Jim Costa, asking him for help obtaining federal assistance. It was only then, following Congressman Costa’s advocacy on Reedley’s behalf, that the CDC responded to California state government and local official requests.

After significant effort, local officials were able to convince the CDC to inspect the Reedley Biolab. CDC arrived on site on May 2, 2023 and finished the onsite support on May 4. Upon reviewing the site, the CDC reported, based on existing labels, that the facility contained “at least 20 potentially infectious agents,” including HIV, Tuberculosis, and the deadliest known form of Malaria. The CDC specifically listed the following pathogens:

Potentially infectious bacterial agents present:

 * Chlamydia trachomatis
 * E. coli (recombinant strains)
 * Helicobacter pylori
 * Mycobacterium tuberculosis
 * Mycoplasma pneumoniae and general Mycoplasma species
 * Neisseria meningitidis
 * Nostoc species
 * Sphingobacterium heparinum
 * Streptococcus pneumoniae and Streptococcus species
 * Toxoplasma gondii

Potentially infectious viral agents:

 * Hepatitis B virus
 * Hepatitis C virus
 * Dengue virus
 * Human Immunodeficiency Virus (HIV) 1 and 2
 * Human Herpes virus 1 (Herpes simplex virus)
 * Human Herpes virus 5 (Human Cytomegalovirus)
 * Respiratory Syncytial virus
 * Rubella virus
 * Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome Coronavirus 2 (SARS-CoV-2)

Potentially infectious parasites:

 * Malaria (believed to be P. falciparum from Nigeria from the year 2000)

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Rh When Herez was ushered into the nobleman's house and fitood face to face with the great deputy, he bowed very low and began slowly and earnestly,—

"I am ITeraz Ezofovitcii, a merchant from Szyhow, and descendant of Michael Ezofovitch, who was Elder over the Jewish nation, called Senior by the order of the king. I have come from a far-away country. And why did I come? I came to see the great deputy, to speak with the great I writer, whose words fell upon my eyes as the rays of the Bun. The light, though dazzling, did not blind my eyes; but like the plant which climbs round the mighty oak, my thoughts climbed up and twined around your great thoughts, so that both should grow and spread over the I world and there should be no more dissensions and no [ more darkness."

The deputy replied in a few courteons words.

Hersz went on.

"The illustrious deputy said there was to be everlasting peace between the two nations, who, of the same country, yet do not hold to each other?"

"Yes, I said it," affirmed the deputy.

"The illustrious Pan said if the Jew had the same rights B the Christian in everything, he would do no harm anymore?"

"Yes, I said it."

"The illustrious Pan also said if the Jew became a Polish citizen he would have to send his children to national schools, abolish certain customs and superstitions that are neither good nor useful, and that he would have the right I to acquire landed property?"


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This page mentions the Daniel Field translation - https://russiaroadwaysstpetersburg.blogspot.com/2016/04/bloody-sunday-1905-workers-petition-what-was-wanted-why-the-slaughter-at-that-time-in-that-manner.html - but the link there is not working. -- Beardo (talk) 02:05, 13 March 2024 (UTC)

 * It is available in archive https://web.archive.org/web/20100309023620/https://academic.shu.edu/russianhistory/index.php/Workers%27_Petition%2C_January_9th%2C_1905_%28Bloody_Sunday%29 . I suspect that this is Daniel Field professor of Russian studies at Syracuse university. MarkLSteadman (talk) 11:17, 13 March 2024 (UTC)

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 The CDC noted that these potentially infectious agents fall into “risk group 2 and risk group 3.” Risk Group 2 agents “are associated with human disease which is rarely serious and for which preventive or therapeutic interventions are often available, [and] [t]hese agents represent a moderate risk to an individual but a low risk to the community. Risk Group 3 pathogens are “associated with serious or lethal human disease for which preventive or therapeutic interventions may be available. These agents represent a high risk to an individual but a low risk to the community.” The CDC also noted that American laboratories supplied many of these pathogens. There was also evidence that imported pathogens were present in the Reedley Biolab.

CDC officials confirmed that the CDC made this list of pathogens based solely on the labels that were placed on samples. The CDC did not test these samples to assess whether the listed labels were correct or otherwise in a cipher that the workers used for a more dangerous pathogen. It likewise did not test any of the apparent pathogen samples that were labeled in a code (i.e., a combination of partial Mandarin symbols or English letters with numbers) despite the fact that neither the CDC nor local officials ever found a key to decipher the code. The CDC did not even test the wholly unlabeled samples. It did not test the samples labeled “COVID,” even though both SARS-CoV and a chimeric version of the currently endemic COVID-19 are both Select Agents—biological agents that the

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 U.S. government has determined “have the potential to pose a severe threat to public health and safety.”

''Figures 10-14 - Examples of pathogen-labeled containers from the Reedley Biolab. From left to right, going clockwise: dengue fever, HIV, SARS-CoV-2, syphilis, and malaria. Source: City of Reedley.''

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Rh community, for his great learning, piety, and not less for the clever management of his business, The young man lead- ing the boy, who did not seem to mind it at all, picked his steps carefully over the heaps of litter in the darkness, crossed the entrance, sacended some rickety steps, opened a door and pushed the culprit inside, Having done this he did not go away at once, but putting his head into the half-opened door he called out, "Reb Jankeil, I brought home your eon Mendel; punish him with a fatherly hand. He roams about in the dark, and sssaults innocent people."

There was no anewer, but from the interior of the room came the continual murmur of a man engaged in prayer. A large room was visible, with dirty walls and a big stove black with dust and soot. There was a table covered with a linen cloth of doubtful cleanliness. ‘The Sabbath feast had not began, but the seven candles were lit already, and sounds of clattering dishes and children’s voices sounded from a distance. There was nobody in the room hut a middle-sized man of thin and flexible limbs. To say he stood against the wall would be scarcely appropriate, a8 he did not stand, but swayed in continual motion. He threw his body backwards and forwards so that the soft drapery of his tallith flapped abont like huge winge, and the philacterin on head and wrist danced about, and the red beard whipped his face and shoulders. These violent jerks wers accompanied by a low murmur, which grew louder and louder till it rose sometimes to a shriek or ended with a wail or a song,

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Rh "I sing and pray for my people every day, before the Lord,"

Meir made a gesture of impatience, Ber raised himself from the bed and laughed aloud, but there was no mirth in his laughter.

"Sing aud weep," he said to Eliezer, "your cruel father has crushed all the spirit out of you."

Then he put his hand heavily on Meir's shoulder.

"This is the bold youth, who will try to swim against the current; hut I fear the current will be too strong, —where will it carry you?"

When Meir left Eliezer's room he passed again the woman who still bending over the cradle, seemed asleep. The flickering light of the lamp fell upon her yellow, wasted face, which looked more ghastly in her festive cap and the red rose which drooped upon her forehead. Her blue threadbare caftan only half covered the coarse gray linen underneath. She was not an old woman, but over- worked, badly used, and troubled. One look at her was sufficient to show she had never known domestic happiness and would never reach the ripe old age amidst grand and great grandchildren as Freida, Hersz's widow. Jenta, the pious Jankeil's wife, was like a dead spirit within a live body.

After the last steps of the visitors had died away in the distance, and nothing was heard in the house but the heavy breathing of the sleeping inmates, Eliezer stood in the open door of his room and looked at the dozing woman.

"Mother!" he said, softly, "why do you not lie down?


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Rh would live side by side with the heretic Karaites. The little community disaolved itaelf gradually, and finally disappeared under the last blow given by Michael Ezofovitch, Senior, a man well known in the annals of the Polish Ieraelites.

This was the first Ezofovitch whose name sppears be- fore the public, m the beginning of the aixteenth century. Under the influence of a high civilization, wise and just laws, he bad become a ataunch partisan of the nation who had given shelter and protection to his race.

Consequently King Sigismund I. gave him the title of Senior and authority over all the Jewish population in Lithuania and the adjacent provinces by royal decree.

"We, Bigismund, by the Grace of God, etc. give hereby to know that considering the feithful services of the Jew, Michael Ezofovitch, we nominate him Senior over all the Jows in our dominions; to attend to their affairs, so that there should be no delay or hindrance to rule them according to their laws, and punish offenders with our consent and according to justice."

Judging from history, the Senior must have been a man of strong character and mental capacities far beyond his time. He ruled with a strong hand, and those that would not submit he expelled, as for instanos the Karaites, whom he deprived of all rights of fellowship. Under this blow, the existence of the Karaites, precarious and lingering already, was doomed to s speedy end.

Poor, persecuted, yet tenaciously holding to their faith, the descendants of the Kharson rulers left the town, all but a few families who clung to the spot where their fathers


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 Containing the mot memorable Tranactions which paed in the Family of Mr. Allworthy, from the Time when Tommy Jones'' arrived at the Age of Fourteen, till he attained the Age of. In this Book the Reader may pick up ome Hints concerning the Education of Children.''  Containing little or nothing.

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 large Periods of Time, in which nothing happened worthy of being recorded in a Chronicle of this Kind.

In o doing, we do not only conult our own Dignity and Eae; but the Good and Advantage of the Reader: For beides, that by thee Means we prevent him from throwing away his Time in reading without either Pleaure or Emolument, we give him at all uch Seaons an Opportunity of employing that wonderful Sagacity, of which he is Mater, by filling up thee vacant Spaces of Time with his own Conjectures; for which Purpoe, we have taken care to qualify him in the preceding Pages.

For Intance, what Reader but knows that Mr. Allworthy felt at firt for the Los of his Friend, thoe Emotions of Grief, which on uch Occaions enter into all Men whoe Hearts are not compoed of Flint, or their Heads of as olid Materials? Again, what Reader doth not know that Philoophy and Religion, in time, moderated, and at laft extinguihed this Grief? The former of thee, teaching the Folly and Vanity of it, and the latter, correcting it, as unlawful, and at the ame time auaging it by raiing future Hopes and Aurances which enable a


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 trong and religious Mind to take leave of a Friend on his Death-bed with little les Indifference than if he was preparing for a long Journey; and indeed with little les Hope of eeing him again.

Nor can the judicious Reader be at a greater Los on Account of Mrs. Bridget Blifil, who, he may be aured, conducted herelf through the whole Seaon in which Grief is to make its Appearance on the Outide of the Body, with the trictet Regard to all the Rules of Cutom and Decency, uiting the Alterations of her Countenance to the everal Alterations of her Habit: For as this changed from Weeds to Black, from Black to Grey, from Grey to White, o did her Countenance change from Dimal to Sorrowful, from Sorrowful to Sad, and from Sad to Serious, till the Day came in which he was allowed to return to her former Serenity.

We have mentioned thee two as Examples only of the Tak which may be impoed on Readers of the lowet Clas. Much higher and harder Exercies of Judgment and Penetration may reaonably be expected from the upper Graduates in Criticim. Many notable Dicoveries will, I


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 doubt not, be made by uch, of the Tranactions which happened in the Family of our worthy Man, during all the Years which we have thought proper to pas over: For tho’ nothing worthy of a Place in this Hitory occurred within that Period; yet did everal Incidents happen, of equal Importance with thoe reported by the daily and weekly Hitorians of the Age, in reading which, great Numbers of Perons conume a coniderable Part of their Time, very little, I am afraid, to their Emolument. Now, in the Conjectures here propoed, ome of the mot excellent Faculties of the Mind may be employed to much Advantage, ince it is a more ueful Capacity to be able to foretel the Actions of Men in any Circumtance from their Characters; than to judge of their Characters from their Actions. The former, I own, requires the greater Penetration; but may be accomplihed by true Sagacity, with no les Certainty than the latter.

As we are enible that much the greatet Part of our Readers are very eminently poeed of this Quality, we have left them a Space of twelve Years to exert it in; and hall now bring forth our Hero, at about fourteen Years of Age, not quetioning that


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 many have been long impatient to be introduced to his Acquaintance.  ''The Hero of this great Hitory appears with very bad Omens. A little Tale, of o  a Kind, that ome may think it not worth their Notice. A Word or two concerning a Squire, and more relating to a Game-keeper, and a Schoolmater.''

S we determined when we firt at down to write this Hitory, to flatter no Man; but to guide our Pen throughout by the Directions of Truth, we are obliged to bring our Hero on the Stage in a much more diadvantageous Manner than we could wih; and to declare honetly, even at his firt Appearance, that it was the univeral Opinion of all Mr. Allworthy’s Family, that he was certainly born to be hanged.

Indeed, I am orry to ay, there was too much Reaon for this Conjecture. The Lad having from his earliet Years dicovered a Propenity to many Vices, and epecially to one, which hath as direct a Tendency as any other to that Fate, which we have jut now


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 upon a higher moral elevation. Mechanical aids, such as pledges, may be of service to some, but the great thing is to set up a high standard of thinking and acting, and endeavour to strengthen and purify the principles as well as to reform the habits. For this purpose a youth must study himself, watch his steps, and compare his thoughts and acts with his rule. The more knowledge of himself he gains, the more humble will he be, and perhaps the less confident in his own strength. But the discipline will be always found most valuable which is acquired by resisting small present gratifications to secure a prospective greater and higher one. It is the noblest work in self-education—for

Many popular books have been written for the purpose of communicating to the public the grand secret of making money. But there is no secret whatever about it, as the proverbs of every nation abundantly testify. "Take care of the pennies and the pounds will take care of themselves." "Diligence is the mother of good luck." "No pains, no gains." "No sweat, no sweet." "Work and thou shalt have." "The world is his who has patience and industry." "Better go to bed supperless than rise in debt." Such are specimens of the proverbial philosophy, embodying the hoarded experience of many generations, as to the best means of thriving in the world. They were current in people's mouths long before books were invented; and, like other popular proverbs, they were the first codes of


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 oberved to have been prophetically denounced againt him. He had been already convicted of three Robberies, viz. of robbing an Orchard, of tealing a Duck out of a Farmer’s Yard, and of picking Mater Blifil’s Pocket of a Ball.

The Vices of this young Man were moreover heightened by the diadvantageous Light in which they appeared, when oppoed to the Virtues of Mater Blifil, his Companion: A Youth of o different a Cat from little Jones, that not only the Family, but all the Neighbourhood reounded his Praies. He was indeed a Lad of a remarkable Dipoition; ober, dicreet, and pious beyond his Age. Qualities, which gained him the Love of every one who knew him, while Tom Jones was univerally diliked, and many expreed their Wonder that Mr. Allworthy would uffer uch a Lad to be educated with his Nephew, let the Morals of the latter hould be corrupted by his Example.

An Incident which happened about this Time, will et the Characters of thee two Lads, more fairly before the dicerning Reader, than is in the Power of the longet Diertation.


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 Tom Jones, who, bad as he is, mut erve for the Heroe of this Hitory, had only one Friend among all the Servants of the Family; for, as to Mrs. Wilkins, he had long ince given him up, and was perfectly reconciled to her Mitres. This Friend was the Game-keeper, a Fellow of a looe kind of Dipoition, and who was thought not to entertain much tricter Notions concerning the Difference of meum and tuum, than the young Gentleman himelf. And hence, this Friendhip gave Occaion to many arcastical Remarks among the Dometics, mot of which were either Provers before, or at leat are become o now; and indeed, the Wit of them all may be compried in that hort Latin Proverb, “Nocitur a ocio,” which, I think, is thus expreed in Englih, “You may know him by the Company he keeps.”

To ay the Truth, ome of that atrocious Wickednes in Jones, of which we have jut mentioned three Examples, might perhaps be derived from the Encouragement he had received from this Fellow, who, in two or three Intances, had been what the Law calls an Acceary after the Fact. For the whole Duck, and a great Part of the Apples were


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 popular morals. Moreover, they have stood the test of time, and the experience of every day still bears witness to their accuracy, force, and soundness. The Proverbs of Solomon are full of wisdom as to the force of industry, and the use and abuse of money:—"He that is slothful in work is brother to him that is a great waster." "Go to the ant, thou sluggard; consider her ways, and be wise." Poverty, says the preacher, shall come upon the idler, "as one that travelleth, and want as an armed man"; but of the industrious and upright, "the hand of the diligent maketh rich." "The drunkard and the glutton shall come to poverty; and drowsiness shall clothe a man with rags." "Seest thou a man diligent in his business? he shall stand before kings." But, above all, "It is better to get wisdom than gold; for wisdom is better than rubies, and all the things that may be desired are not to be compared to it."

Simple industry and thrift will go far towards making any person of ordinary working faculty comparatively independent in his means. Even a working man may be so, provided he will carefully husband his resources, and watch the little outlets of useless expenditure. A penny is a very small matter, yet the comfort of thousands of families depends upon the proper spending and saving of pennies. If a man allows the little pennies, the results of his hard work, to slip out of his fingers—some to the beershop, some this way and some that—he will find that his life is little raised above one of mere animal drudgery. On the other hand, if he take care of the pennies—putting some weekly into a benefit society or an insurance fund, others into a savings bank, and confiding the rest to his wife


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 to be carefully laid out, with a view to the comfortable maintenance and education of his family—he will soon find that this attention to small matters will abundantly repay him, in increasing means, growing comfort at home, and a mind comparatively free from fears as to the future. And if a working man have high ambition and possess richness in spirit—a kind of wealth which far transcends all mere worldly possessions—he may not only help himself, but be a profitable helper of others in his path through life. That this is no impossible thing even for a common labourer in a workshop may be illustrated by the remarkable career of Thomas Wright of Manchester, who not only attempted, but succeeded in, the reclamation of many criminals while working for weekly wages in a foundry.

Accident first directed Thomas Wright's attention to the difficulty encountered by liberated convicts in returning to habits of honest industry. His mind was shortly possessed by the subject; and to remedy the evil became the purpose of his life. Though he worked from six in the morning till six at night, still there were leisure minutes that he could call his own—more especially his Sundays—and these he employed in the service of convicted criminals; a class then far more neglected than they are now. But a few minutes a day, well employed, can effect a great deal; and it will scarcely be credited, that in ten years this working man, by steadfastly holding to his purpose, succeeded in rescuing not fewer than three hundred felons from continuance in a life of villainy! He came to be regarded as the moral physician of the Manchester Old Bailey; and where the Chaplain and all others failed, Thomas Wright often


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 AARO partnered with the U.S. National Archives to examine the records from the USAF's Project BLUE BOOK, which spanned from 1947 to 1969. This research presented a significant challenge because of the volume of the documentation amounted to 7,252 files holding a total of 65,778 digital records. The vast majority of the files are populated with USAF documentation. Some cases contain media clippings and images, but these instances are rare.

Results: Project BLUE BOOK determined that:

 * No UFO reported, investigated, and evaluated by the USAF demonstrated any indication of a threat to national security.
 * There was no evidence submitted to, or discovered by, the USAF that sightings represented technological developments or principles beyond the range of then-present day scientific knowledge.
 * There was no evidence indicating that sightings categorized as unidentified are "extraterrestrial vehicles."
 * Of the 12,618 sightings in Project BLUE BOOK's holdings, 701 were categorized as unidentified and never solved.

CIA Evaluation of UFOs (1964)

Background: Following high-level White House discussions on what to do if alien intelligence was discovered or there was a new outbreak of UFO sightings, DCI John McCone tasked the CIA to update its evaluation of UFOs. The CIA's scientific division officially acquired UFO-sighting case information from the director of the National Investigations Committee on Aerial Phenomena (NICAP), a private organization founded in 1956.

Results: Donald F. Chamberlain, Assistant Director of OSI, subsequently informed McCone that little had changed since the early 1950s; there was still no evidence that UFOs were a threat to the security of the United States or that they were of "foreign origin."

O'Brien Committee (1964)

Background: Dr. Brian O'Brien, a member of the USAF Scientific Advisory Board, chaired the USAF Ad Hoc Review of Project BLUE BOOK. The committee included Carl Sagan, a prominent astronomer from Cornell University.

Results: The committee's report stated that UFOs did not threaten U.S. national security and that it could find no UFO case which represented technological or scientific advances outside of a terrestrial framework. The committee's primary recommendation was that this topic merited intensive academic research and that a top university should lead the study.

The Condon Report (April 1968)

Background: Dr. Edward U. Condon, a physicist and former Director of the National Bureau of Standards, was the scientific director of an 18-month study on "flying saucers" funded under a $325,000 USAF contract to the University of Colorado. This panel took a narrow and


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one had brought a ukulele. Some one who hit the strings with a gay discordancy, a gleeful insolence that seemed to say, "Sure, it's out of tune. Who cares?"

The last agonizing chord rode out on the Hudson, and a voice falsely keyed and tuneless followed with a startlingly lengthy "agai-ain." A burst of high feminine laughter completed the grotesque performance.

The famous and beloved excursion steamer Burma glided on through the shining night. One fancied that she tossed her head disdainfully at the private boats that fluttered by like small, graceful birds. They were snobs who offered the silver river and the gleaming sweet-smelling night to a small, select company. The Burma was the real aristocrat of the Hudson. Her gentility was not so easily blasted that she feared the touch of the rabble. She could afford to open her doors to the sweltering hordes and give them music, dancing, refreshments as the advertisements reported. She gave them the magic of a river moon and romance, too, and all for a dollar twenty-five.

The passengers of the Burma danced and sang snatches of current songs that were born to live for one rollicking hour like the vows that were whispered in darkened recesses of the boat. Sizzling sodas, red and gold, leaped up

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 through yellow straws to the moist and smiling lips of bobbed-haired damsels. Cigarettes gleamed in the darkness, and here and there an adventurous maiden bared white knees to the cool air. The flat-dwellers of New York were forgetting factory and office in the tolerant laws of the gold and white Burma.

Eddie Collins stood at the rail of the boat with his back to the water. Both hands were in his pockets, and across one arm a woman's cape, a frail black wisp of silk, trailed dejectedly.

He scanned the faces of the laughing couples who drifted past him, and on his own face was a confession of anger that simmered darkly within him.

"Sailing, sailing, over the bounding main"—the unmusical voice had resumed its chant, and Collins turned toward the rail and looked down into the glimmering river. He was very young. His hair was a sandy, disorderly crown, for he scoffed at the pomades that brought hard and shiny tidiness to the hair of the other youths. Collins' eyes were blue. They were sharply questioning eyes that proclaimed a keen intelligence that still groped blackly and unsatisfied within itself. The line of his chin was strong and firm. It was a chin that had taken blows and had proudly thrust itself upward at knowing the man who could give them. His mouth was large. There was a suggestion of obstinacy in his lips.

Somewhere a girl screamed with laughter. Eddie Collins clenched his jaws, and his eyes became hard blue chinks. The laughing girl's voice was raised now in mocking supplication. "Oh, Billy, ple-ease. I just combed my hair."

More laughter. Other voices mingled with the girl's. Eddie Collins spat contemptuously. "God-damn fools," he said.

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 somewhat unique view of UFO investigatory efforts, primarily focusing on whether or not UFO phenomena merited formal scientific research in terms of academic or USG-sponsored research and in secondary schools. The panel said their remit did not include the study of UFO phenomena as a potential risk to U.S. national security interests. Among other duties, it closely examined 59 specific case studies.

Results: The panel's report stated that: "Our general conclusion is that nothing has come from the study of UFOs in the past 21 years that has added to scientific knowledge. Careful consideration of the record as it is available to us leads us to conclude that further extensive study of UFOs probably cannot be justified in the expectation that science will be advanced thereby." The panel cautioned against support for scientific papers on this topic and recommended that teachers should not give credit to students for reading UFO literature and materials.

 * The panel also investigated and studied a small number of cases of alleged physical evidence of UFO visitations—from imprints on the ground and residue allegedly left behind from UFO landings (such as a white powder and ethereal strands dubbed "angel hair")—to metallic debris. The panel found ordinary explanations for each of these cases. Some of these cases originated in Brazil, Norway, and Washington, D.C.

 * The panel investigated a claim made by radio broadcaster Frank Edwards in a 1966 book that a piece of a UFO was recovered near Washington, D.C. in the summer of 1952 during the spike in UFO sightings over the U.S. Capitol in July and August. He claimed that a USN jet fired on a two-foot diameter glowing disc and dislodged a one-pound fragment that was recovered by a ground team. Project BLUE BOOK was not aware of this claim. The USAF and USN found no incident report of weapons engagement with a UFO that summer, no USN aircraft were present, and the retired officer who was the original source of the claim had retired before the summer of 1952, when the event allegedly occurred.

 * Edwards also made the claim in 1966 that the USG had loaned the Canadian government fragments of a UFO it had allegedly recovered. It is not clear if this claim was linked to the alleged Washington, D.C. incident. He also claimed that Dr. Vannevar Bush, a prominent inventor, defense industry scientist, and founder of the National Science Foundation, led the effort to study the fragment. The Condon panel determined that these claims most likely were false.

National Academy of Sciences Assessment of the Condon Report (Late 1968)

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 passing touched lightly the black wisp that lay on Eddie's arm. The wrap stirred languidly, a trifle impatiently, and slipped from Eddie's disinterested hold. It lay on the deck of the Burma, an aromatic heap of silk. A wrap with a Lanvin green lining that was splotchy and torn but still defiantly Lanvin green.

He left it there for a moment; then, regretting the childishness of the deed, flung it carelessly over his arm again.

"Many a stormy wind shall blow . . ."

And now the player of the untuned ukulele was drawing nearer, and Eddie listened to her song with a lazy interest.

"Ere Jack comes home again."

She rounded the corner of the boat and stood not three feet from Eddie Collins. Her voice was young and husky, her mouth wide and red.

"Sailing, sailing—"

The ukulele dropped to her side. She reached into the pocket of her flame-colored sweater and brought forth a chocolate almond.

An older girl, tall, thin, indifferently blonde, with her hair decorously imprisoned beneath a net, came from around the corner as though she had been following gay, fleet steps at a distance and had just caught up.

The two stood together wagering on the endurance of a candy-box cover that leaped the waves happily unconscious of the fate that would soon overtake it. Then the girl with the ukulele saw Eddie, and her breeziness suffered a momentary squelching under his sullen scrutiny. She was resentful of that moment, and her eyes beneath piquantly narrowed brows questioned his right to quench her buoyancy. Then she smiled. At herself, perhaps, for the moment she had stood with her laughter paralyzed

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 on her lips and the angry gaze of the sandy-haired boy upon her.

The green of the cape lining caught her attention, and with a gleeful impudence she struck a chord on her ukulele and sang:

Eddie concentrated his whole attention on a cigarette. He would be damned if she'd drive him away.

Far down the deck a voice suggestive of soiled Lanvin green was once more begging "Bill-ly" not to muss her hair, and the ukulele continued: "Sweetie went away."

Eddie's cigarette described a fiery are on its way to the river. He lit another, and the girl made a funny little clicking noise with her tongue and told her companion in disconcertingly loud tones that she just loved nervous men. The older girl was still watching the river. She was completely unaware of Eddie's existence, and therefore the remark seemed pointless. She did not answer, and apropos of her friend's silence the incorrigible ukulele player turned to Eddie and sang:

Eddie shrugged his shoulders noticeably and took a step toward the girl. There was a fatalistic acceptance of her advances in his mien. She wanted to know him, and, after all, the atmosphere discouraged solitude.

"What makes you think I'm lonesome?" he asked. His question was not put in a softly inquiring manner, but truculently, after the manner of Harlem swains.

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 glowing gave themselves up to a great hearty laugh at Eddie Collins.

"I knew I'd get you to talk to me," she said.

"Oh, that was it?"

"Sure. You didn't think I wanted the pleasure of your company, did you?"

"Gee, you're fresh, aren't you?"

"Just fresh enough," she responded.

Her teeth flashed whitely behind the generously proportioned scarlet lips. Her eyes frankly revealed the idea that lay so close to them. She wanted to be kissed. Not at that moment, of course, but Eddie knew the routine. At first they would toss mildly insulting wisecracks back and forth; then gradually the artless phrasing of their speeches would take on a slightly yellowish tinge. Significant smiles and glances would accompany the degeneration of their chatter. It would become quite the thing to place smutty interpretations on every word passed between them. Then she would move with him into a darkened corner and permit him to kiss her, to paw her unrestrainedly. The limit? No, she would not go the limit. She would lie against his shoulder, moist-lipped, panting, but ever alert lest the purely physical barrier that guaranteed her self-respect be taken from her.

Oh, yes, Eddie knew, but he was not conscious of having so gloomily detailed how far one could presume on the somewhat vulgar virginity of the lower middle-class girl.

"Who's with you?" he asked.

She motioned carelessly toward her companion. "Edna, my brother's lady friend," she replied.

The older girl, hearing her name, turned curious eyes upon the two. Flushed with self-consciousness at the importance of her social obligation, the girl with the ukulele made the one-sided introduction. "This is Mrs. Edna Driggs."

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 Eddie touched his hat and said, "I'm pleased to meet you."

Edna did not move from her position at the rail. She smiled at Eddie, exhibiting teeth that had gone to the dentist too late. The mutual friend suffered great embarrassment at Edna's silence but overcame it by assuring herself that she had done the proper thing. So reasoning, she turned her back on Mrs. Edna Driggs and said to Eddie, "Who's with you?"

She was looking at the cape, and Eddie frowned. "A bimbo," he told her. "Picked her up on Seventh Avenue. She wanted to go for a sail so I took her. She met somebody she knew on the boat and canned me." He smiled ruefully. "Didn't even know her name," he added. "What's yours?"

"Dot."

"That's not a name," he said. "That's punctuation."

She laughed and gave him a playful little push suggestive of long familiarity. He didn't mind. The hard blue chinks had widened into palely pleasant eyes. On a Sunday excursion one slim round-breasted girl is as desirable as another slim round-breasted girl, for they are all misers.

"Of course, my name's Dorothy. Dorothy Haley. What's yours?"

"Joe," he replied. Mysterious and unexplainable is the urge in extremely young men to conceal their real identities. He was not thinking that he had lied, so mechanically and absently had the name leaped to his lips.

"Joe," she repeated. She was standing close to him now, and her eyes, dark and thoughtful, were considering the glittering river. "Aren't you going to tell me your last name?"

"Sure. It's Williams."

"Joe Williams. I use to know another guy named Joe. He had a dandy job at the Chevrolet service station."

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 Without reasonable excuse or preamble, Eddie suddenly pulled her close to him and kissed her. She was not surprised or angry, and he had known that she would not be. He liked her. The routine leading up to the kiss had been different with her. She had not insisted on a conversation replete with double entendres. It was not delicacy in Eddie that made him welcome the change, just that he was tired of the other.

There was no embarrassment between them now. Nothing in their words, facial expressions, or actions suggested that they had kissed.

Edna, the lady friend of Dorothy's brother, left off staring at the river and shifted her gaze to them. It was frankly inquisitive, but not unkind.

"Think she saw us?" Eddie whispered.

"Don't care if she did," Dot responded blithely. "She won't tell my brother. She says you can't watch a girl hard enough to keep her good, if she don't want to be."

Eddie nodded gravely. That sounded like brilliant summing up of a situation to him. He surveyed Edna interestedly. "She looks kind of young," he decided at last.

"Oh, no," Dot said, smiling faintly at the blindness of man. "Edna's twenty-eight. She's got a kid four years old. His name's Floyd. Her husband was killed on the railroad two months before the kid was born. She got ten thousand dollars for his death."

"That's fine for your brother," Eddie remarked.

Dot laughed shortly to show her appreciation of his sally and hurried on. "Oh, my brother isn't after her money. He gets seventy-five dollars a week himself. He won't let me put a penny in the house. Some brother I got."

"I'll say," Eddie agreed. "Where do you work?"

"On Twenty-third Street."

"Stenographer?"

"No, just a typist." Her lashes, soft and silky, fluttered

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 as she raised an anxious gaze to his face. Her eyes were pleading, her tone apologetic, as she said, "I could 'a' learned shorthand. My brother wanted to send me to school, but I was crazy. You know how it is, I wanted to get to work."

He nodded understandingly.

"What do you do?" she asked him.

"Radio," he replied laconically.

"Gee," she said. There was admiration and awe mingled in her exclamation. "Hard work, ain't it?"

"Naw," swiftly and emphatically.

"We got a set. My brother built it."

"Everybody's got a set," Eddie said crushingly.

"Yeh, I guess that's so."

Conversation languished, and they stood looking at each other. After a moment Eddie asked, "Say," pointing to the ukulele, "do you really play that thing?"

"Sure. I play it swell sometimes."

"What do you mean, sometimes?"

"Well, it's according to what I'm playing."

"What can you play good?"

"Do you know 'It Ain't Gonna Rain No More'?"

Eddie nodded. Who in the year of our Lord 1923 didn't know "It Ain't Gonna Rain No More"? "Go ahead, play it," he ordered.

Dot sat down on a camp stool and began:

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 was like a good child dancing for company. No ability, but plenty of willingness. Her brows were knit with earnestness. Her eyes never left the fingers which she placed with such painful accuracy in the wrong places. Eddie smiled.

"It ain't gonna rain no more, no more. . . ."

And she was darn pretty, too. Gee, what soft-looking skin.

"That it ain't gonna rain no more." . ..

The ukulele was quiet. The earnest eyes looked up at Eddie from their task.

"Yeh," he said by way of approbation. "Let's talk."

A thin-faced, sleek-haired youth wearing white trousers came suddenly from around the corner of the boat.

"Miss Higgins wants her cape," he said to Eddie.

Eddie's hands dug deeper into his pockets. His shoulders became a shade more rounded. He said, "Tell Miss Higgins to come for it herself."

The thin-faced youth smiled. "One doesn't say those things to a lady," he told Eddie, loftily.

"No? Well, you tell what's-her-name to come get this coat herself."

"Perhaps she doesn't care to speak to you," suggested the other.

"She didn't mind early this evening," said Eddie. His eyes narrowed again. His mouth was a crooked line when he spoke.

"Just what do you mean?" The boy with the sleek hair was quick to leap at Eddie's insinuation.

Dot's teeth tore nervously at her nails. She had once seen a pale-faced fellow with greased hair reduce an automobile mechanic to a meek and bloody pulp.

"Look here, Buddie," Eddie's tone was not unpleasant now, but his eyes still squinted, and his lips were thin and jagged. "I have no pick with you."

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 "But I have with you," replied the other.

Eddie's hands flew out of his pockets, and Dot uttered a tiny cry as the pale-faced youth came toward them.

The woman, Edna, left her place at the rail. She did not appear to hurry, but suddenly she was between Eddie and the other youth.

"One moment," she said.

Eddie glared at her. His eyes were hot and red with fury. In that mad, whirling eternity just before the first blow is struck, every man is wildly, gloriously primitive. In the blackness of club and nail, of tooth and claw, woman's business was to stand aside till the cry of the victor split the silence. Woman and foe never appeared simultaneously upon the horizon of the primitive warrior, and so, harking back to the Stone Age, the brain of the fighting man is unprepared for the active presence of a woman on the battle-ground.

Edna, tall and smiling, stood between the two young men. The black silk cape lay over her arm now. It had fallen to the deck with Eddie's first decisive movement.

"You get the hell out of this." Eddie spoke quietly between his teeth.

The woman laughed and flung the cape across the arm of the sleek-haired boy. "Here's Miss Higgins' cape," she said. "Tell her that Carbona is great stuff."

She laughed again, and forcing her arm through his, walked him back toward his crowd. He was an easier subject than Eddie would have been. The youth had not really wanted to fight. His fear of Eddie's contempt had made him aggressive. He welcomed the peace-making efforts of Edna Driggs.

Eddie Collins didn't. "Your friend is pretty God-damn interfering," he said to Dot.

"Don't be sore," she begged. "I'm glad he didn't hit you."

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 "What! That little monkey-faced fool?"

"Oh, I know you could have licked him, but I'm glad you didn't fight."

A couple passed them, carrying cigarettes that glowed brightly in the night. Beneath was the lustrous, splashing river, and above, a tranquil ceiling of stars.

"Funny," Dot said, and her voice was low. "We see each other here tonight and then never again." She waved toward the place where Edna had disappeared with the sleek-haired boy. "Why did you meet that Higgins girl, I wonder? It wasn't for anything. You just meet and talk and fight and forget. I wonder why."

"Say, what are you talking about?"

She smiled a little, and her eyes were wide and childish in the moonlight. "I feel mopey now," she said. "It's 'cause they're playing sad music, I guess."

She leaned against the rail and listened. Some one who could coax forth all the native pathos and grief there is in the melody was playing "Aloha Oe" on a steel guitar.

"Ain't that sad?" Dot asked. "Gee, it makes me feel so soft." She reached for his hand, and these two children stood together, silent and solemn, on the deck of the noisy Burma. "Gee, I could cry," she said. "Honest to God, Joe, I could cry."

Her dark, full lips quivered, and his grasp on her thin, nail-bitten fingers tightened ever so slightly.

"My name's not Joe. It's Eddie. Eddie Collins," he said, and his tone was harsh and angry.

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apartment house had a foyer. It was tiled in grimy white and brown squares. The walls were rough and dark. Dot had always thought of oak bark, or rather she thought of trees; she didn't know the name of any particular one.

Two chairs stared lonesomely at each other across a wide empty gap. They were pensioners. You could picture them in years gone by, important and useful in a high-ceilinged room where a fire burned brightly and whisky and soda stood on a tray near by. You didn't know why you thought of whisky and soda, but you did, and you looked again at the chairs. Pensioners. Fit for further service, but not concordant with the demands of the day. You fancied some one saying, "But you can't destroy them—" and so they stood miserable and embarrassed in their uselessness. Foyer chairs.

There was a telephone booth, too, for the convenience of the tenants, and a rug with its edges frayed and its jolly colors dimming with cruel gradualness. You knew that in time it would be a strange nondescript shade.

The stairs stood beside the telephone booth. They were marble and gave an air of elegance to the foyer, Dot thought. It never occurred to her that there should be an elevator.

Dot was standing on the third marble step looking down at Eddie. They were truly alone now. Edna Driggs had left them together.

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 standardized line of attack. In Eddie's circle, men said those things in that manner and were successful. Dot's orbit was the same.

"You don't think I'd make a date with you, do you?" she asked. "You were all right on the boat when I was lonesome—" She broke off in a laugh.

"Suits me," he came back. "I was just sorry for you. It sure looks like you can't get a fellow to take you out."

"Well, I'm particular." She said this with her little tip-tilted nose in the air and the brown, wavy bob swinging low and silky on her neck. The ukulele was under her arm, mute and forgotten. It had no place in the grimy foyer with its barnlike walls and embarrassed chairs. In a few minutes it would be thrown carelessly in the spare closet, the limbo of winter coats, hoarded magazines, and useless radio parts.

"What about it?" Eddie prompted. "Want to see me again?"

"I should say not, but accidents do happen."

Eddie smiled a little. He liked girls to say things like that. No fun kidding a dame who couldn't think up a quick answer. This Dot Haley was all right. She was a little stuck on herself, but she was a good-looker, though he'd never tell her that she was.

This noble resolution to refrain from adding to Dot's conceit was pure swagger on Eddie's part. It would have been impossible for him to sing praises to Dot's charms had he desired passionately to do so. He knew that other fellows, when they chose, could toss compliments about with enviable ease. Pretty expressions flowed liquidly as they willed. They could even extol the beauty of an unattractive girl without experiencing any difficulties. Eddie was different. Flattery froze on his lips. He had tried it once. He had failed, or perhaps he had succeeded. The lying words wouldn't come. Honest admiration was al-

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 most as hard to express. He fumbled for words, suffered terror, helplessness, humiliation, and fury before crawling back in his shell, defeated. Hard words and silences came more easily.

"Want to go to a chop suey place?" Dot asked him. "I know a dandy one. You can dance there, too."

"Where is it?"

"Hundred and Twenty-fifth Street near Seventh."

Eddie knew the place. He signified approval by nodding.

"Thursday night be all right?"

Again Eddie nodded.

"Well, then that's settled," Dot said briskly. She moved up another step and delayed going farther. Her hands drifted lingeringly over the balustrade, and one foot made strange little jerky motions expressive of indecision.

"I got to go up now," she said.

"Thursday then," Eddie reminded her.

"Yes, Thursday. I'll meet you in front of the place at eight o'clock. I won't eat no dinner. Gee, I love chow mein, don't you?"

Eddie said it was good stuff.

Dot sat down on the fourth step. "I should go upstairs," she said. "I'll get Hail Columbia if my brother's in."

"He your boss?"

"Sure, but he ain't strict. He don't care much what I do, but once in a while if something goes wrong down at work, he's funny. You know how it is."

Eddie appeared to know how it was. Out of deference to the funniness of Dot's brother, he waited in silence for her to speak again.

Somewhere aloft a door banged open with a loud,

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 brassy jangle. Footsteps sounded on the marble stairs, and a voice pursued them hollowly.

"Bring ten cents' worth of potato salad, too, Ben."

A man with a proud, businesslike purposefulness appeared on the landing. His brow was puckered importantly. He was skinning the inside of his lip by a system of nervous, rapid snatches. His impressive mien was designed to conceal the smallness of his errand.

Dot slid over on the steps and the man walked past her, down the hall, and out of the door.

"I hope he remembers the liverwurst," Eddie said.

Dot smiled, but not at Eddie's remark. It was a thoughtful, wondering smile.

"That woman who hollered don't care no more about living," she said.

"Do you know her?"

"No, but when a woman hollers down a stairs like that, it's 'cause she don't care what the neighbors think, and she gets like that when nothing counts any more."

"You're crazy," Eddie said. "My mother use to holler down the stairs when she wanted something."

"Is she dead?" Dot asked.

"Yeh, so's the old man. He died from pneumonia. He sold his coat for a drink and caught cold." The corners of Eddie's mouth twisted into a travestied smile. "He sold all the parlor furniture one day and stayed drunk for a week. My old lady was good though, she . . . But say, I got off the track, she use to holler downstairs."

Dot said nothing. Her head was resting against the balustrade bars, and her pleated skirt lay in soft folds on the bottom step. The front door slammed, and a woman of thirty or thereabouts with keen brown eyes and a fine figure came into the foyer.

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 kittenish about love's young dream. Eddie blushed and the woman ran blithely up the stairs laughing.

"She works in a Wall Street office," Dot said when the door one flight above them had closed with a quiet dignity. "She gets fifty dollars a week."

Eddie looked up the marble flight. There was respect in his gaze and a tinge of resentment. Fifty dollars! Could a woman be worth that much to a business firm? He doubted it. The respect vanished from his gaze; for a second the tinge of resentment lingered; then it too died. No, a woman couldn't earn fifty dollars. Some one had lied to Dot, or perhaps—he shot a quick, suspicious glance at her, but she was looking up the stairs at the door that concealed the woman, and her expression was reverential. He wouldn't tell Dot that she had been fooled. Eddie considered it a harmless deception.

"Guess I'll go," he said. "I got to get up early tomorrow morning."

Dot stood up. "I should have gone half an hour ago. I'll get killed."

Neither of them made a decisive move. The man with the pitiable air returned carrying a large paper bag. The bottom of it was wet, and small wrapped packages protruded from the top. He passed through the hall swiftly, but the odor of spiced meats and vinegar followed with slow and languid ease.

"Thursday night at eight then?"

"Yep, in front of the Chinee place." Dot turned her back and climbed two steps. "Good night, Eddie."

"Say, Dot."

She wheeled around with her dark brows raised in question. He had not moved an inch.

"Why don't you say good night in the proper way?"

"Oh." She laughed a little and flew down the stairs, a sudden swirl of white silken pleats and shining hair that danced in a mad little flare about her face.

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 He caught her in his arms and held her fast. Her cheek was against his. It was soft and smelled faintly of the powder she used. He kissed her lips, and she responded. It was in such situations that Eddie felt the need of honeyed phrases. At such times, other fellows whispered pet names and extravagant compliments. He could only press her against himself and kiss her.

"I like you an awful lot, Eddie."

"Do you?"

"Don't you like me?"

"Sure."

"You didn't say so."

"Didn't I?"

"You know you didn't."

He kissed her again to silence her. Her body was sweetly, fragrantly warm. It was a perennial warmth independent of climate. It would be there when August had gone, when the Burma lay asleep and dreaming of starry silver nights on the river. When the whistling, humming herd was no longer whistling and humming "It Ain't Gonna Rain No More."

She drew herself away from Eddie and faced the stairs again. Kisses were different here with the fading rug and the unhappy chairs looking on in silent, shocked amazement. It wasn't like the boat. Dot arduously examined a tiny nick in one of the ukulele strings. She hated to look at Eddie. No, it wasn't at all like the boat.

"I got to go," she said. Her words trampled on each other; some survived, others were lost. "I'll get murdered. See you Thursday night at eight. Good night."

She scrambled hastily up the marble steps, pausing on the second landing to hear the door slam. He was going home. Where was that? A little panicky feeling leaped within her. She didn't know where he lived. Suppose he should disappoint her Thursday night; she might never see him again. The pert little bob tossed indifferently.

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 Suppose she never did see him again? There were other men. Lots of other men. Dot shrugged her shoulders with jaunty carelessness. One's line is one's line even if one happens to be alone.

On the third floor she fumbled for her key and opened the door at the head of the stairs.

"Is that you, Dottie?" Her father's querulous voice came waveringly down the hall to meet her.

"Yeh, Pa, it's me." The question and answer had been spoken simultaneously. Dot had had a key for five years now, and Frank Haley always greeted his children thus. He knew Jim's heavy, decided steps and the light, dancelike shuffle that meant Dot. He would look up from his magazine or evening paper and a puzzled expression would appear in his pale blue eyes as the key turned in the lock. He would grow apprehensive and demand in his peevish tone, "Is that you, Dottie?" Then, having been assured that it was, he would nod contentedly and return to his reading. He had known all along that it was Dottie, but it was part of the game that she should say so. Sometimes when Jim was cross he would reply to the question with a careless "Who did you think it was?"

That would grieve Frank Haley exceedingly. It was unkind and disrespectful. A boy had no right to speak to his father in that manner. It was too bad that he was sick and old, or he wouldn't be depending another day on the bounty of his son. God knows that he had tried to raise Jim and Dottie decently after the death of their dear mother. He cooked for them, he cleaned for them. In his old age he couldn't help it if he was sickly, just to think his son begrudged him a civil word! Well, if he was a nuisance there was a remedy for that—

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 "Is that you, Jim?" he would ask.

"Yep, that's me." And Frank Haley would nod contentedly and return to his reading.

Dot came into the room. She had laid aside her white pleated skirt and the brilliant-colored sweater. She was wearing a soiled and faded dress from which the sleeves had been torn. Threads hung from the jagged gashes and trailed dejectedly across the white firmness of Dot's arms.

"Did you have a good time, my dear?"

"Yes, Edna went with me, you know. We sailed up the Hudson on the Burma."

"That sounds very nice," said Dot's father.

"It was."

Mr. Haley's blue eyes waited politely to see if Dot wished to continue the conversation. After fifteen seconds of silence they supposed not and returned eagerly to the story.

Dot unfolded the rotogravure section of a newspaper and scanned without interest the pictures of some society folks, the funeral of a prominent politician, and the latest additions to the Bronx Zoo.

It was very quiet in the room. Dot pushed the paper from her and yawned widely. She considered going to bed, but Edna had given her a message for Jim. It was unsafe to trust it with her father, for he would twist and alter it beyond recognition. To leave a note for Jim would injure the feelings of the old man.

Dot waited, kicking impatiently against the thick golden-oak post that supported the table.

Her father looked up from his magazine. "You are scratching the table, Dottie," he said, reprovingly.

"One more scratch won't hurt," she replied.

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 buked occasionally. Dot pushed her chair back from the table. The chair was golden oak, too. Her mother had believed in golden oak for dining-rooms. There were two other chairs like the one Dot sat on. One had arms and was Papa's chair. There was a long, massive buffet at the south wall. It wore an ecru scarf, and a red glass bowl sat on it with vindictive satisfaction. The bowl was an uncertain, distorted haze of red when reflected on the door of the china closet which stood directly across the room. Dot accepted that room. It never occurred to her that the red bowl could be set on the top of the china closet and the blue vase substituted in its place. Things were where they had been in the house on Lexington Avenue, and no one had thought of changing them.

Mamma had died in that other house. Dot didn't remember her. She had a tintype of a black-haired girl with a large mouth and an elaborate pompadour. That was Mamma. The tintype had been taken at Coney Island. A dashing, derbyed youth stood proudly at her side. That wasn't Papa. Papa had been the photographer. Romance here perhaps, but Dot didn't see it, and probably Papa didn't either any more.

Dot wondered vaguely how Mamma would have liked their Bronx apartment. Rents had risen since Mamma's day. Fifty-five dollars the Haleys paid with Jim and Papa rooming together and no parlor for company. Not that they had much company, but there were friends of Dot's and a man now and then from Papa's lodge. Edna was the only one who came to see Jim, and nobody cared with Edna that there was no parlor.

Dot's second yawn was halted by Papa, who suddenly turned his head expectantly toward the hall. The door opened noisily, and Papa called out, "Is that you, Jim?"

"Yep, that's me."

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 An expression of tranquillity settled on Mr. Haley's face. The children were safe at home.

Jim strode into view. His coat and vest were already off, and he was yanking at his tie as he passed through on his way to the room that he shared with his father. He was tall and muscular. His features were rough and uneven. When he smiled Dot liked him, but most times he was grimly sober, and she pictured him in the machine shop being foreman to tousled-haired, sweaty-faced men, and she pictured them hating him.

"Hello, Kid." He pulled Dot's hair as he passed, and she followed to his room.

"I waited up for you," she said. "Edna wants me to tell you that she is having her cousin Will at her house tomorrow night. She says don't come if you ain't prepared to be nice to him."

Jim threw his coat over a chair. It fell to the floor, and neither of them picked it up.

"All right," Jim said.

"Are you going, anyway?"

Dot felt it her privilege in the office of messenger to make inquiries.

"What's that to you?"

"Nothing, I guess."

"You guessed right." Jim was eleven years older than Dot, and he could be as rude as he pleased. "Get the deuce out of here. Going to get undressed."

Dot went hurriedly. She was free to go to bed now. Her mission was accomplished. She stood uncertainly in the dining-room for a second, then walked toward the radio-set. It was the only thing in the room that was not golden oak. It was mahogany stain and had three important-looking dials.

Dot lifted the lid quietly and looked inside. She wanted to see how it was made.

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Lotus Garden with its bright hanging lanterns and spicy native odors suggested a Chinese festival gay with curious, high-pitched music. One thought of red-lipped, sloe-eyed girls munching golden limes, queer eastern games of chance, and yellow youths with black silk hair. The delicately-molded Orientalism of the Lotus Garden was enhanced by the decorative presence of its owner. Herbert Yet Sim Nom, complacent blend of Mott Street and Times Square, moved quietly through the restaurant, diffusing his suave diplomacy among the makers, servers, and consumers of Chinese and American dishes all hours of the day and night.

Yet Sim Nom knew full well the languorous allure that dripped from every lantern, curtain, and incense-breathing idol in the place. He had planned it all, and his greatest pleasure was in watching the senses of the Americans reel dizzily under the triple assault of Chinese music, lights, and cookery. He knew that the young men and women who drifted in and out of the Lotus Garden pictured China as a dazzling expanse of golden dragons and fascinating symbols designed by Herbert Yet Sim Nom.

He enjoyed watching the diners. Those with mingled expressions of bewilderment and admiration did not please him. They were yokels. Those whose faces were grim, disapproving masks brought a faint glimmer of amusement into Yet Sim Norn's brown eyes. His delight was appreciative patrons whose easy familiarity with the menu card proclaimed them veterans of many Chinese cafés. He disliked most the person who ate, drank, and smoked, all without realizing that the Lotus Garden was as beautiful as the visions of a dreaming China maid.

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