&&000 GINN & CO. COMBINED SAMPLES (1 & 2) GIN9608T.ASC &&000 GINN AND COMPANY (GRADE 8) GIN9608T.ASC EXPLORATION THROUGH READING by Mary A. Gunn, et.al SOURCE: COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY TEACHER'S COLLEGE XEROXED by DPH SCANNED, EDITED by LOREEN WOLFER July 19, 1993 NOTE!!!! SEVERAL DATES GOING BACK TO 1953 1960 CHOSEN SAMPLE 1 OF 2 &&111 without knowing that it would be honored. Then, terrified by the agony of the future, by the black misery which enveloped him, by the prospect of all the physical privations and moral tortures. he went for the new necklace and deposited on the counter his thirty-six thousand francs. When =Madame =Loisel returned the necklace to =Madame =Forestier, she coldly said You should have returned it sooner as I might have needed it. She did not open the case. The one thing =Madame =Loisel had dreaded. If she had discovered the change, what would she have thought? What would she have done? From that time on =Madame =Loisel knew what life meant to the very poor in all its phases. She took her part heroically. This frightful debt must be paid. Her share of privations was bravely borne. They discharged their maid, changed their location, and rented a smaller apartment in a garret. She knew now what was meant by the duties of the household, the heavy work of the kitchen. Her pretty hands soon lost all semblance of the care of bygone days. She washed the soiled linen and dried it in her room. She went every morning to the street with the refuse of the kitchen, carrying up the water, stopping at each flight of stairs to take breath. And wearing the dress of a peasant woman, she went each day to the grocer, the fruiterer, the butcher, carrying her basket on her arm, bargaining, defending cent by cent her miserable money. They were obliged each month to pay some notes and renew others in order to gain time. Her husband worked play myself, my qualities resembling =Kermit's rather than yours. But the very things that make it a good game make it a rough game, and there is always the chance of your being laid up Now, I should not in the least object to your being laid up for a season if you were striving for something worth while, to get on the =Groton school team, for instance, or on your class team when you entered =Harvard, for of course I don't think you will have the weight to entitle you to try for the varsity. But I am by no means sure that it is worth your while to run the risk of being laid for the sake of playing in the second squad when you are a fourth former, Maybe not, but I aim to try. Any dog can run =coons and rabbits, but it takes a pure humdinger to hunt birds. Ain't no sin in trying, is it? =Naw, =Jesse said slowly. But she'll flush birds. I'll learn her not to. She won't hold no point. Any dog will flash point. And she'll hunt rats. I'm going to learn her just to hunt birds. And I'm starting right now, =Skeeter said. He started walking away, then turned. If a dog's got pure =hoss sense and a fellow's got bat brains, he can train the dog to hunt birds. =Wanta bet? =Jesse issued the challenge in an effort to keep =Skeeter's enthusiasm and determination at the high water mark. Yes, sir. If I don't train my dog, then I'll cut all the splinters for a year. If I do, you cut them. It's a go, =Jesse said. =Skeeter ran to the bayou and recovered the rat =M'Lady had killed. He tied it around his dog's neck. The basenji was indignant and tried to claw off the hateful burden. Failing, she ran into the house and under a bed, but =Skeeter made her come out. =M'Lady filled up then and her face assumed that don't nobody love me look. The boy steeled himself, tapped =M'Lady's nose with the rat, and left it around her neck. You done whittled out a job for yourself, =Jesse said. If you get her trained, you'll lose her in the brush. She's too fast and too little to keep up with. I'll bell her, =Skeeter said. I'm going to learn her everything. I got us a gun dog, =Uncle =Jess. understand. Then he appears to re-enter in the same manner. Now, I shall sit with my back to the door. You go out one by one so far as our friends can make out. Crouch very low to be on the safe side. They mustn't see you through the window. Bill makes his sham exit. Remember, no revolvers. The police are, I believe, proverbially inquisitive. The other two follow =Bill. All three are now crouching inside the door =R. =The =Toff puts the ruby beside him on the table. He lights a cigarette. The door in back opens so slowly that you can hardly say at what moment it began. The =Toff picks up his paper. A native of =India wriggles along the floor ever so slowly, seeking cover from chairs. He moves =L. where the =Toff is. The three sailors are =R. =Sniggers and =Albert lean forward. =Bill's arm keeps them back. They can be concealed by an armchair from the =Indian priest as he nears the =Toff. =Bill watches to see if any more are coming. Then he leaps forward alone, he has taken his boots off, and knifes the priest, who tries to shout, but =Bill's left hand is over his mouth. The =Toff continues to read his sporting paper. He never looks round. =BILL. =Sotto voice There's only one, =Toffy. What shall we do? =The =Toff. Without turning his head Only one? =Bill. Yes =The =Toff. Wait a moment. Let me think. Still apparently absorbed in his paper =Ah, yes. You go back, =Bill. We must attract another guest. Now are you ready? =BILL . Yes . =ThE =TOFF =All right. You shall now see my demise at my =Yorkshire went from the palace. She followed a path until it brought her into the part of the grove that was all black with the shadow that oak trees made. All night she went through the grove gathering the juice of secret herbs; then she mingled them in a phial that she put away in her girdle. She went from that grove and along the river. When the sun shed its first rays upon snowy =Caucasus, she stood outside the temple. She had not long to wait, for, like the bright star =Sirius rising out of ocean, she saw =Jason coming toward her. She made a sign to him, and he came and stood beside her. They would have stood face to face if =Medea had not had her head bent. A blush had come upon her face, and =Jason, seeing it, knew how grievous it was to her to meet and speak to a stranger in this way. He took her hand and he spoke to her reverently, as one would speak to a priestess. =Lady, he said, I implore you by =Zeus, who helps all strangers, to be kind to me and to the men who have come to your country with me. Without your help I cannot hope to prevail in the grievous trial that has been laid upon me. If you will help us, =Medea, your name will be renowned throughout all =Greece. And I have hopes that you will help us, for your face and =foml show you to be one who can be kind and gracious. The blush of shame had gone from =Medea's face, and a softer blush came over her as =Jason spoke. She looked upon him and she knew that she could hardly live if the breath of the brazen bulls withered his life or if the =Earth born men slew him. She put into =Jason's hands the charm that she had =All afternoon to the west he walked as though he, too, like the prairie blossoms, the moon, and the stars, must follow some vagrant urge. Sometimes he sang again, not too loudly to consume precious breath, but low disconnected snatches of melody. Sometimes he thought of his long trip from the east: the ride on the steam cars to =Chicago, a big place of nearly thirty-five thousand now; the change to the train which took him to =Warren, =Illinois, the end of the railroad; then the stage ride to =Dubuque, where he ferried across the =Mississippi. He recalled the town of three thousand perched there on the river's bluff, and the interview with the government officials. Once or twice he reached in his pocket to make sure that the paper they had given him was still there, the list of unpatented and unsold lands out here in the far off =Valley of the =Red =Cedar. And for the hundredth time he touched the ridge at his waistline which was the =quiled belt containing money for a portion of that land. Sometimes his thoughts dwelt on the folks at home, his father, mother, brother, and sister he had left behind two weeks before in the =New =England town. Queer they had made so much =howdydo about his leaving, mother and sister crying over him, even his father, formerly sympathetic with the plan, growing regretful at the last that he had consented to the venture out beyond the =Mississippi. It had seemed the end of the world to them all, almost so to himself. And yet here he was at the end of the world. For himself he held no regrets. For the first time in his life he felt entirely recklessly decided to accompany myself on a xylophone. A maturer actor would probably have made up his mind that an emergency existed, and abandoned his gestures as impracticable under the circumstances. I was thirteen, and incapable of innovations. I had been told by responsible authorities that gestures went with this part, and I continued to make them. I also continued to ring, a silvery music, festive and horrible. If the bells were hard on my nerves, they were even worse for the rest of the cast, who were totally unprepared for my new interpretation. =Puck's first remark is addressed to one of the fairies, and it is mercifully brief. I said, How now, spirit! Where wander you? This unhappy child, already embarrassed by a public appearance in cheese cloth and tinsel, was also burdened with an opening speech of sixteen lines in verse. He began bravely: Over hill, over dale, Thorough brush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire. At the word fire, my instructions were to bring my hands up from the ground in a long, wavery sweep, intended to represent fire. The bells pealed. To my startled ears, it sounded more as if they exploded. The fairy stopped in his lines and looked at me sharply. The jingling, however, had diminished; it was no more than as if a faint wind stirred my bells, and he went on: I do wander everywhere Swifter than the =moones sphere Here again I had another cue, for a sort of swoop and dip indicating the story for me, we've just sold a =60'000 kilowatt turbine to =Commonwealth =Edison in =Chicago. Well, =golly, this may sound like big news to us, but it will get maybe a paragraph on the financial pages, and that's all. =Hmmmm, said =Steinmetz. The problem is to get the story on page one and thereby save your job. Right? Yes, sir, =Wagoner said bleakly But there's nothing dramatic about a turbine. Nothing dramatic? Well, Let's see. =Steinmetz picked up a pencil and began to figure rapidly on a fresh sheet of paper, talking to himself as he did so. A =60'000 kilowatt turbine produces the energy of =80'000 horsepower, he murmured. Each horsepower is equal to battle against the cross tides before the favorable inshore tide set in and gave her the chance to progress toward victory, At that time there was a squally rain, and a heavy, powerful, swamping sea against the swimmer Miss =Ederle entered the =Channel at =Cape =Gris-Nez (=France) at =7=:=09 this morning amid the wild cheers of the =Channel swimmers assembled at the training camp there. She was accompanied by the tugboat =Alsace. carrying the =Stars and =Stripes and a wireless apparatus for flashing to =America messages during each mile of progress. Aboard the tug were the father and sister of the swimmer; =Burgess, her trainer; =Helmi the =Egyptian =Channel aspirant; Miss =Cannon, another =American swimmer; and =Timson, the =Boston swimmer. There was also a second tugboat, with newspapermen, photographers, and movie cameramen. Chalked on the side of the tug in front of Miss =Ederle's eyes were the words, =This =Way, =Ole =Kid! with an arrow pointing forward. The wind at the start was southwest, the temperature was =61, and there was a rough sea. Miss =Ederle set off with strong strokes and covered the first four miles in three hours. She was swimming with a strong crawl and she refused to go slow when ordered to by her training. Her party hung over the side of the boat singing =American songs, including frequently =TheStarSpangledBanner. Miss =Ederle responded from the water. At =10:30 this morning she had her first meal beef extract drunk while floating on her back and also chicken eaten during ten minutes of rest. Her sister =Margaret, =Hemi, and =Timson all took turns accompanying =Gertrude in Here for weeks I had been defending myself against the danger of being penned inside the shack. Instead, I was now locked out; and nothing could be worse especially since I had only a wool parka and pants under my =windproofs. Just two feet below was sanctuary, warmth, food, tools, all the means of survival. All these things were an arm's length away, but I was powerless to reach them. There is something extravagantly insensate about an =Antarctic blizzard at night. The vindictiveness of it cannot be measured on an anemometer sheet. It is more than just wind: it is a solid wall of snow moving at gale force, pounding like surf. The =whole malevolent rush is concentrated upon you as upon a &&000 GINN AND COMPANY (GRADE 8) GIN9608T.ASC EXPLORATION THROUGH READING by Mary A. Gunn, et.al SOURCE: COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY TEACHER'S COLLEGE XEROXED by DPH SCANNED, EDITED by LOREEN WOLFER July 19, 1993 SAMPLE 2 OF 2 &&111 without knowing that it would be honored. Then, terrified by the agony of the future, by the black misery which enveloped him, by the prospect of all the physical privations and moral tortures. he went for the new necklace and deposited on the counter his thirty-six thousand francs. When =Madame =Loisel returned the necklace to =Madame =Forestier, she coldly said You should have returned it sooner as I might have needed it. She did not open the case. The one thing =Madame =Loisel had dreaded. If she had discovered the change, what would she have thought? What would she have done? From that time on =Madame =Loisel knew what life meant to the very poor in all its phases. She took her part heroically. This frightful debt must be paid. Her share of privations was bravely borne. They discharged their maid, changed their location, and rented a smaller apartment in a garret. She knew now what was meant by the duties of the household, the heavy work of the kitchen. Her pretty hands soon lost all semblance of the care of bygone days. She washed the soiled linen and dried it in her room. She went every morning to the street with the refuse of the kitchen, carrying up the water, stopping at each flight of stairs to take breath. And wearing the dress of a peasant woman, she went each day to the grocer, the fruiterer, the butcher, carrying her basket on her arm, bargaining, defending cent by cent her miserable money. They were obliged each month to pay some notes and renew others in order to gain time. Her husband worked play myself, my qualities resembling =Kermit's rather than yours. But the very things that make it a good game make it a rough game, and there is always the chance of your being laid up Now, I should not in the least object to your being laid up for a season if you were striving for something worth while, to get on the =Groton school team, for instance, or on your class team when you entered =Harvard, for of course I don't think you will have the weight to entitle you to try for the varsity. But I am by no means sure that it is worth your while to run the risk of being laid for the sake of playing in the second squad when you are a fourth former, Maybe not, but I aim to try. Any dog can run =coons and rabbits, but it takes a pure humdinger to hunt birds. Ain't no sin in trying, is it? =Naw, =Jesse said slowly. But she'll flush birds. I'll learn her not to. She won't hold no point. Any dog will flash point. And she'll hunt rats. I'm going to learn her just to hunt birds. And I'm starting right now, =Skeeter said. He started walking away, then turned. If a dog's got pure =hoss sense and a fellow's got bat brains, he can train the dog to hunt birds. =Wanta bet? =Jesse issued the challenge in an effort to keep =Skeeter's enthusiasm and determination at the high water mark. Yes, sir. If I don't train my dog, then I'll cut all the splinters for a year. If I do, you cut them. It's a go, =Jesse said. =Skeeter ran to the bayou and recovered the rat =M'Lady had killed. He tied it around his dog's neck. The basenji was indignant and tried to claw off the hateful burden. Failing, she ran into the house and under a bed, but =Skeeter made her come out. =M'Lady filled up then and her face assumed that don't nobody love me look. The boy steeled himself, tapped =M'Lady's nose with the rat, and left it around her neck. You done whittled out a job for yourself, =Jesse said. If you get her trained, you'll lose her in the brush. She's too fast and too little to keep up with. I'll bell her, =Skeeter said. I'm going to learn her everything. I got us a gun dog, =Uncle =Jess. understand. Then he appears to re-enter in the same manner. Now, I shall sit with my back to the door. You go out one by one so far as our friends can make out. Crouch very low to be on the safe side. They mustn't see you through the window. Bill makes his sham exit. Remember, no revolvers. The police are, I believe, proverbially inquisitive. The other two follow =Bill. All three are now crouching inside the door =R. =The =Toff puts the ruby beside him on the table. He lights a cigarette. The door in back opens so slowly that you can hardly say at what moment it began. The =Toff picks up his paper. A native of =India wriggles along the floor ever so slowly, seeking cover from chairs. He moves =L. where the =Toff is. The three sailors are =R. =Sniggers and =Albert lean forward. =Bill's arm keeps them back. They can be concealed by an armchair from the =Indian priest as he nears the =Toff. =Bill watches to see if any more are coming. Then he leaps forward alone, he has taken his boots off, and knifes the priest, who tries to shout, but =Bill's left hand is over his mouth. The =Toff continues to read his sporting paper. He never looks round. =BILL. =Sotto voice There's only one, =Toffy. What shall we do? =The =Toff. Without turning his head Only one? =Bill. Yes =The =Toff. Wait a moment. Let me think. Still apparently absorbed in his paper =Ah, yes. You go back, =Bill. We must attract another guest. Now are you ready? =BILL . Yes . =ThE =TOFF =All right. You shall now see my demise at my =Yorkshire went from the palace. She followed a path until it brought her into the part of the grove that was all black with the shadow that oak trees made. All night she went through the grove gathering the juice of secret herbs; then she mingled them in a phial that she put away in her girdle. She went from that grove and along the river. When the sun shed its first rays upon snowy =Caucasus, she stood outside the temple. She had not long to wait, for, like the bright star =Sirius rising out of ocean, she saw =Jason coming toward her. She made a sign to him, and he came and stood beside her. They would have stood face to face if =Medea had not had her head bent. A blush had come upon her face, and =Jason, seeing it, knew how grievous it was to her to meet and speak to a stranger in this way. He took her hand and he spoke to her reverently, as one would speak to a priestess. =Lady, he said, I implore you by =Zeus, who helps all strangers, to be kind to me and to the men who have come to your country with me. Without your help I cannot hope to prevail in the grievous trial that has been laid upon me. If you will help us, =Medea, your name will be renowned throughout all =Greece. And I have hopes that you will help us, for your face and =foml show you to be one who can be kind and gracious. The blush of shame had gone from =Medea's face, and a softer blush came over her as =Jason spoke. She looked upon him and she knew that she could hardly live if the breath of the brazen bulls withered his life or if the =Earth born men slew him. She put into =Jason's hands the charm that she had =All afternoon to the west he walked as though he, too, like the prairie blossoms, the moon, and the stars, must follow some vagrant urge. Sometimes he sang again, not too loudly to consume precious breath, but low disconnected snatches of melody. Sometimes he thought of his long trip from the east: the ride on the steam cars to =Chicago, a big place of nearly thirty-five thousand now; the change to the train which took him to =Warren, =Illinois, the end of the railroad; then the stage ride to =Dubuque, where he ferried across the =Mississippi. He recalled the town of three thousand perched there on the river's bluff, and the interview with the government officials. Once or twice he reached in his pocket to make sure that the paper they had given him was still there, the list of unpatented and unsold lands out here in the far off =Valley of the =Red =Cedar. And for the hundredth time he touched the ridge at his waistline which was the =quiled belt containing money for a portion of that land. Sometimes his thoughts dwelt on the folks at home, his father, mother, brother, and sister he had left behind two weeks before in the =New =England town. Queer they had made so much =howdydo about his leaving, mother and sister crying over him, even his father, formerly sympathetic with the plan, growing regretful at the last that he had consented to the venture out beyond the =Mississippi. It had seemed the end of the world to them all, almost so to himself. And yet here he was at the end of the world. For himself he held no regrets. For the first time in his life he felt entirely recklessly decided to accompany myself on a xylophone. A maturer actor would probably have made up his mind that an emergency existed, and abandoned his gestures as impracticable under the circumstances. I was thirteen, and incapable of innovations. I had been told by responsible authorities that gestures went with this part, and I continued to make them. I also continued to ring, a silvery music, festive and horrible. If the bells were hard on my nerves, they were even worse for the rest of the cast, who were totally unprepared for my new interpretation. =Puck's first remark is addressed to one of the fairies, and it is mercifully brief. I said, How now, spirit! Where wander you? This unhappy child, already embarrassed by a public appearance in cheese cloth and tinsel, was also burdened with an opening speech of sixteen lines in verse. He began bravely: Over hill, over dale, Thorough brush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire. At the word fire, my instructions were to bring my hands up from the ground in a long, wavery sweep, intended to represent fire. The bells pealed. To my startled ears, it sounded more as if they exploded. The fairy stopped in his lines and looked at me sharply. The jingling, however, had diminished; it was no more than as if a faint wind stirred my bells, and he went on: I do wander everywhere Swifter than the =moones sphere Here again I had another cue, for a sort of swoop and dip indicating the story for me, we've just sold a =60'000 kilowatt turbine to =Commonwealth =Edison in =Chicago. Well, =golly, this may sound like big news to us, but it will get maybe a paragraph on the financial pages, and that's all. =Hmmmm, said =Steinmetz. The problem is to get the story on page one and thereby save your job. Right? Yes, sir, =Wagoner said bleakly But there's nothing dramatic about a turbine. Nothing dramatic? Well, Let's see. =Steinmetz picked up a pencil and began to figure rapidly on a fresh sheet of paper, talking to himself as he did so. A =60'000 kilowatt turbine produces the energy of =80'000 horsepower, he murmured. Each horsepower is equal to battle against the cross tides before the favorable inshore tide set in and gave her the chance to progress toward victory, At that time there was a squally rain, and a heavy, powerful, swamping sea against the swimmer Miss =Ederle entered the =Channel at =Cape =Gris-Nez (=France) at =7=:=09 this morning amid the wild cheers of the =Channel swimmers assembled at the training camp there. She was accompanied by the tugboat =Alsace. carrying the =Stars and =Stripes and a wireless apparatus for flashing to =America messages during each mile of progress. Aboard the tug were the father and sister of the swimmer; =Burgess, her trainer; =Helmi the =Egyptian =Channel aspirant; Miss =Cannon, another =American swimmer; and =Timson, the =Boston swimmer. There was also a second tugboat, with newspapermen, photographers, and movie cameramen. Chalked on the side of the tug in front of Miss =Ederle's eyes were the words, =This =Way, =Ole =Kid! with an arrow pointing forward. The wind at the start was southwest, the temperature was =61, and there was a rough sea. Miss =Ederle set off with strong strokes and covered the first four miles in three hours. She was swimming with a strong crawl and she refused to go slow when ordered to by her training. Her party hung over the side of the boat singing =American songs, including frequently =TheStarSpangledBanner. Miss =Ederle responded from the water. At =10:30 this morning she had her first meal beef extract drunk while floating on her back and also chicken eaten during ten minutes of rest. Her sister =Margaret, =Hemi, and =Timson all took turns accompanying =Gertrude in Here for weeks I had been defending myself against the danger of being penned inside the shack. Instead, I was now locked out; and nothing could be worse especially since I had only a wool parka and pants under my =windproofs. Just two feet below was sanctuary, warmth, food, tools, all the means of survival. All these things were an arm's length away, but I was powerless to reach them. There is something extravagantly insensate about an =Antarctic blizzard at night. The vindictiveness of it cannot be measured on an anemometer sheet. It is more than just wind: it is a solid wall of snow moving at gale force, pounding like surf. The =whole malevolent rush is concentrated upon you as upon a &&000 GINN & CO. (1964) 8TH GRADE GIN9648T.ASC EXPLORATION THROUGH READING SOURCE: U OF ROCHESTER xerox, scan, edit by DPH January 27, 1993 &&111 you had rendered a difficult thing. The acquirements which I hope you will make under the tutors I have provided for you will render you more worthy of my love; and if they cannot increase it, they will prevent its diminution. Consider the good lady who has taken you under her roof as your mother, as the only person to whom since the loss with which heaven has been pleased to afflict you, you can now look up. With respect to the distribution of your time, the following is what I should approved: from =8 to l o'clock practice music. from =10 to l dance one day and draw another from l to =2 draw on the day you dance, and write a letter next day from =3 to =4 read =French from =4 to =5 exercise yourself in music. from =5 till bedtime read =English, write, etc. Most scientists are curious and like to solve problems, but the archeologist probably comes closest to being detectives. From clues which they unearth, sometimes by accident, but more often because they have studied the facts and have a hunch, they reconstruct not a crime but a culture. They discover how man lived in the past, the foods he ate, the clothing he wore, the houses he lived in , the tools he used, the gods he worshipped. And two =British archeologists, Lord =Carnarvon and =Howard =Carter, by using their detective skills and their knowlegde of the past, unearthed in =Egypt a fabulous treasure, a treasure with which, some people said, was also buried the curse of the Pharoahs. And when the three =Argonauts had been brought before the king, =Jason said: Bear with us, =King =Aeetes, I pray you. We have not come with such evil intent as you may think. Ah, it was the evil command of an evil king that sent me forth with these companions of mine across dangerous gulfs of the sea, to face your wrath and the armed men you can bring against us. We are ready to make great recompense for the friendliness you may show to us. But =Aeetes was not made friendly by =Jason's words. His heart was divided as to whether he should summon his armed men and have the strangers slain upon the spot, or whether he should put them into danger by the trial he would make of them. Among the barren buttes they wind beneath the jealous view Of =Blackfoot, =Pawnee, =Omaha, =Arapahoe, and =Sioux. No savage threat may check their course, no river deep and wide; They swim the =Plattc, they ford the =Snakc, they cross the =Great =Divide. They march as once from =India's vales through =Asia's mountain door. With shield and spear on =Europe's plain their fathers marched before. They march where =Icap the antelope and storm the buffalo. Still westward as their fathers marched ten =thousand years ago. Two hundred wagons, rolling out to =Oregon, Creeping down the dark defile below the mountain crest, Surging through the brawling stream, lunging, plunging, forging on, Two hundred wagons, rolling toward the =West. yesterday between =9 =AM and noon than on any previous day in its fifty years of existence. Statements like this would lend variety to weather reports, besides building up the supply of record-breaking days. It would be fun for the citizenry itself to send in little personal weather record-breakers for publication just underneath the official statement. There is no reason why the =WeatherBureau should get all the credit for record-breaking weather. We can all do our part. As =Gawaine's record of killings mounteed higher, the =Headmaster found it impossible to keep him completely in hand. He fell into the habit of stealing out at night and engaging in long drinking bouts at the village tavern. It was after such a debauch that he rose a little before dawn one fine =August morning and started out after his fiftieth dragon. His head was heavy and his mind sluggish. He was heavy in other respects as well, for he had adopted the somewhat vulgar practice of wearing his medals, ribbons and all, when he went out dragon hunting. The decorations began on his chest and ran all the way down to his abdomen. They must have weighed at least eight pounds. =Gawaine found a dragon in the same meadow where he had killed the first one. It was a fair-sized dragon, but evidently an old one. Its face was wrinkled, He covered the end wall with a coating of smooth resin to enable him to work upon it as if it were panel upon an easel. As though he were preparing the plans for an intricate machine, he blocked out the basic geometric design of his painting. A series of mathematically correct triangles spread across the wall. Upon these he slowly ranged the apostles, in groups of three, about a long table cluttered with dishes, rolls of bread, apples, pears, and all the things needed for a simple meal. At the center of the table, he set the Lord in splendid isolation. Close by, in the shadow, he seated =Judas. Each man was a complete, separate individual; each man told his own story. Beardless athletes completed long and short running races, broad jumping, discus, and javelin hurling, and upright wrestling. Upon arrival at the gymnasium, a beardless athlete was assigned to a special tutor, but for six months he didn't practice the sort he considers his specialty. Great believers in form and grace, the =Greeks placed much stress on proper posture. Day after day a beardless athlete was required to jump and down in the same spot as many as a thousand times. He balanced heavy stones on his raised knee. He ran through knee-deep water, forward and backward, swinging his arms violently. He jumped over knives, through hoops, and learned to kick his head with his heels. Good, I said, as I heard her crashing into our stockade paling. Perhaps this will teach her a lesson. The photographs turned out sharp and clear, and =Martin was delighted. He liked sweet potatoes, but he liked photography even better and hoped she would come back. She did, repeatedly, in spite of booming flashlights, and one night, to prove how completely unafraid she was, she proceeded to strip the thatching from one of our huts. A little tardily I decided that the best way to please the old lady, as well as to stop the destruction, would be to plant a bed of sweet potatoes for her outside of our stockade. through the air, with no control over my movements. The trapdoor was completely buried when I found it again, after scraping around for some time with my mittens. I pulled at the handle, first with one hand, then with both. It did not give. It's a tight fit, anyway, I mumbled to myself. The drift has probably wedged the corners. Standing astride the hatch, I braced myself and heaved with all my strength. I might just as well have tried hoisting the =Barrier. Panic took me then, I must confess. Reason fled. I clawed at the three-foot square of timber like a madman. I beat on it with my fists, trying to shake the snow loose. When that did no good, I lay down flat and pulled until my hands went weak from cold and weariness. Then I erooked my elbow, put my face down, and said over and ovcr again, You fool, you fool. I can't make it, said the voice. It was fainter than before. Wait, said =Rudi. For the third time he raised the staff. He took off his trousers. He tied a trouser leg to the loose sleeve of the shirt. Then he pulled, one by one, at all the knots he had made: between staff and jacket, jacket and shirt, shirt and trousers. He pulled until the blood pounded in his head and the knots were as tight as his strength could make them. This done, he stepped back from the crevasse to the point where his toes had rested when he lay flat. With feet and hands he kicked and scraped the ice until he had made to holes. Them lying down as before, he dug his toes deep into them. He was naked now, except for his shoes, stockings and underpants. The cold rose from the ice into his blood and bones. He lowered the staff and knotted clothes like a sort of crazy fishing line. The trousers, the shirt, and half of the jacket passed out of sight. He was leaning over as far as he could. Can you reach it now? he called. Yes, the voice answered. All right. Come on. You won't be able to hold me. I'll pull you in. No you won't. &&000 HARCOURT BRACE JOVANOVICH (1962) 8TH GRADE HBJ9628T.ASC ADVENTURES AHEAD by Eva M. Pumphrey and Isabel M Kincheice Source: LOCK HAVEN UNIVERSITY (PA.) XEROX, SCAN EDIT BY DPH July 10, 1993 &&111 started at the bottom, as a filing clerk. The =Department then was small. =Hoover was active and alert. In the next seven years he rose rapidly. Then the =Department was reorganized, =Hoover was made the new head of the =Bureau of =Investigation. To understand the surprise in official circles which greeted this appointment, you must know what a typical detective was like in those days. He was a burly, hard-boiled individual with heavy shoes and a heavy tongue. To solve a case, he called on his circle of underworld acquaintanccs his stool pigeons, to produce a tip; then he shadowed the suspect who he hoped would give himself away. If that failed, he arrested the suspect and tried to beat a confession out of him with a length of rubber hose. Intelligence in a detective was looked upon with suspicion. Scientific methods of crime detection existed only in stories, and the mere idea of a detective with a college education was ridiculous. And =Hoover played golf! That was the last straw. So when the =Old =Sleuth, =William =J =Burns, turned over the =Bureau to its new chief one day in =1924, there was a good deal of laughter. Not everybody laughed, however. One reporter, seeing the shape of things to come, wrote: A young lawyer has succeeded =William =J =Burns, the prominent and much-discussed detective, as the head of the =United =States sleuthing business. So the old days of the old sleuth, the man of shadows and frame-ups and get the goods in any The background of sky can change the color of the Monument. Against a gray sky it seems blue; against a blue sky it seems gray. Even the time of day makes a difference in its appearance. It glitters and sparkles under the noonday sun. In twilight it grows dusty pink. When the floodlights play on it at night, it pales to white. Beautiful in its simple majesty, the mighty shaft has stood proudly for more than half a century. An =American who visits his nation's capital and does not go up to the top of the =Washington =Monument is a strange =American indeed . At the top there are pairs of windows on each of the four sides. Seen from these windows, the city is like the pattern of a toy town, with its widest avenues like garden paths and its bridges like cobwebs. The boats drawn up along the edge of the =Tidal =Basin look like slices of brightly colored fruit on a glass dish. The automobiles are sparkling playthings, and the people moving dolls. windows displayed food that to =Hugh's =American eyes must seem strange and outlandish. Women sat leaning on cushions at the open windows of their tenement apartments, enjoying the warm spring air and calling down to their friends in the street from time to time, in a foreign language . =Hugh peered at everything. What do you call this part of town? he asked at last. Johnny darted a quick glance at =Hugh's face. Then he lowered his eyes. In a low voice he replied, They call it =Little =Italy. =He was sure that =Hugh lived in one of the blocks on the other side of the school, where the buildings were all well-kept and spotless; where no one sat at the windows; where there were no shouting peddlers; and where most of the apartment houses actually had doormen in uniform. And suddenly, then, from overhead, there was a familiar voice calling. =Giovanni! =Giovanni! It was his mother. How many times had he begged her to call him =Johnny, in the =American way! That's my mother, he muttered to =Hugh. Then, unwillingly, he looked up. Mrs =Rossi was smiling down at them from the kitchen window. the schoolhouse and strolled idly about the banks of the brook, but no schoolmaster. =Hans =Van =Ripper now began to feel some uneasiness about the fate of poor =Ichabod, and his saddle. An inquiry was set on foot, and they found traces of him. In one part of the road leading to the church was found the saddle trampled in the dirt. The tracks of horses hoofs deeply dented in the road were traced to the bridge. On the bank of a broad part of the brook, where the water ran deep and black, was found the hat of the unfortunate =Ichabod, and beside it a shattered pumpkin. The brook was searched, but the body of the schoolmaster was not to be discovered. The mysterious event caused much talk at the church on the following =Sunday. Groups of gazers and gossips were collected in the churchyard, at the bridge, and at the spot where the hat and pumpkin had been found. It is true, an old farmer, who had been down to =New =York on a visit several years after, brought home the news that Ichabod =Crane was still alive. He had left the neighborhood, partly through fear of the goblin and =Hans =Van =Ripper, and partly at Many poems convey feeling about human experiences common to all mankind. Most people think about the vastness of space, the awfulness of storm and disaster. Most men wonder about the power of nature's forces and the mysteries of human life. Just as some poems tell stories and some report what is to be sensed, so other poems interpret a moment of intense feeling. The mood or atmosphere re-created by the poet in such a work may range from sadness through puzzlement, anger, fear, to triumph or joy. By his choice of words and by the length and rhythm of his lines he transmits his mood to us. Have you ever thought of wind as a strange and puzzling force? In this poem the wind is spoken to as if it were a living creature, changeable and mysterious. I saw you toss the kites on high And blow the birds about the sky; And all around I heard you pass, Like ladies skirts across the grass, Oh wind, blowing all day long, Oh wind, that sings so loud a song! I say the different things you did, But always you yourself you hid. I felt you push, I heard you call, I could not see yourself at all, Oh wind, a blowing all day long, Oh wind, that sings so loud a song! His frown deepened as he looked again at the clock. Drat that, Then the faraway drone of an airplane stopped him. As he pulled on his coat, he heard the tinkling of sleighbells in addition to the sound of the airplane. Outside, he looked past the approaching team. He saw the airplane equipped with skis coming in over the trees down by the lake. Hi, Uncle =John! =John =Croft eased himself over the side of the sled. He glanced at the round, wind-burned face of his nephew. Hello, =Tommy, he answered. How would you make out today? I hauled four loads of wood to the =Patsy's boiler room, answered =Tom my, grinning. =John nodded in approval. For six hours work, four loads was good. Yesterday in eight hours he got only five loads. Maybe the boy did have some I possibilities. Well, let's get out to the plane, he said. Whose plane is that? =Tommy asked, as he turned the team. The plane was a yellow freighter. =John =Croft had never seen it before. I only hope it's the man with the oats, he said. As he approached the yellow plane, a door in the fuselage opened. A man jumped down onto the slush-covered ice. He was tall and lean, and his eyes were unfriendly. Are you =John =Croft? he said. That's right. I've got a =thousand pounds of oats for you. =Tommy, =John said, back the For eight years, =Marie =Curie worked in cold laboratories, with poor equipment. She and =Pierre had two children. By good fortune, they were able to get from the government of =Austria a ton of pitchblende. It was the ore from which uranium had been taken and was of no use. One morning a coal wagon drew up to the shed next to the =School of =Physics, where =Marie worked, and dumped the load out on to the ground. If it had been diamonds, =Marie could not have been happier. Down deep in that ugly heap she felt sure that her new element lay hidden. Day after day a strange sight was to be seen at the shed. A frail woman dressed in the roughest of clothes worked over a huge kettle and stirred the bubbling mass within. She had no one to help her with this hard, heavy work, but she was so full of the spirit of discovery that she was happy. The shed was cold and drafty and the rain leaked in. A great deal of the work had to be done out-of-doors. And yet, she wrote later, it was in this miserable old shed that the best and happiest years of our lives were spent, entirely consecrated to work. =Marie =Curie's lungs became affected by this exposure, and doctors ordered her to bed. She would not obey. By this time the =Curies were so certain of the presence of the new element that they wondered what name it should be given, what it would look like. =Pierre, what form do you think it will take? asked =Marie. I do not know, he replied. They had called the rays from it radioactivity; they now decided to call the element radium. At last came the day when =Marie =Curie was almost at the end of her efforts. But what a pitiful result there seemed to be from all these years of work. Step by step, she had separated one material from another. From all that wagonload of pitchblende, there was left only a tiny pinch of stuff in a jar. But that pinch was potent! =Marie realized its power. It behaved unlike anything she had ever seen. It gave off both light and heat of its own. versation meant and how important it was. For =Lord =Fairfax had announced some time ago that he was sending out an expedition to survey his great tract of land in the =Shenandoah =Valley beyond the =Blue =Ridge =Mountains. The son of his =American cousin, a skilled surveyor, and several others of the same profession were to undertake the task. Lately there had been talk of sending the =Washington, boy along. The latter had voiced his keen wish to join the party, and his brother =Lawrence immediately approved. Now with joy =George realized that the map he had just displayed had practically won him the commission. As he rode back to =Mount =Vernon with his brother after dinner, the seal was set upon the plan. It is quite settled now that you are to go, remarked =Lawrence. You will leave in eight days with =George =Fairfax and the others. His =Lordship promises to pay for every day you work a dollar. A dollar! Astonishment made =George positively sway in his saddle. That was high pay for anybody in those days. It was equal to about =$7'20. He had never had so much money as that jingling in his pocket before. When he first arrived at =Mount =Vernon, =Lawrence had ordered for him an adequate wardrobe, supplied him with a good mount and riding equipment, and let him keep a servant to wait upon him. But a regular spending allowance was possible only to sons of the very rich. Money was scarce in the =Colonies. A law passed early in the century by the =Virginia =General =Assembly made it legal to pay taxes and debts in produce, chiefly tobacco. When a planter's tobacco had been valued at some warehouse on one of the tide-water rivers, he received a bill of credit which was good as cash either in the =Colonies or in =England. Or instead, a man might send his hogsheads of tobacco directly to a =British trading house and use the credit he received to cover the cost of all the goods he wanted sent back. Transactions amounting to =thousands of pounds =2 thus went on with no money passing back and forth. The great-nephew's manner of arrival was deceptive; he stepped off the bus like a little lamb. He looked at =Hickey, then up and down the highway, then back at his great-uncle. You my uncle? he demanded. =Hickey, who had been at first agreeably surprised, began to change his opinion . Yes, =Jack, he answered. Glad to see you and to welcome you to =Big =Pine =Key. Your mother and the kids are well, I hope? The boy was short, but he was thickset. His eyes, like his hair, were dark brown, and his face was tanned. There was a smile about his mouth as he looked at his tall, bearded uncle, standing there so straight and ill at ease and saying the very words the boy had guessed he would say. =Hickey saw the smile and realized his mistake. He tried to correct it. Boat's waiting. Lug your bag down this bank, boy, and pile in, he commanded. Keep your legs out of the sandburs and don't slip. He led the way, not looking again at his nephew. &&000 SCOTT, FORESMAN (1966, also 1976) 8TH GRADE SF19668T.ASC BOOK 8 OPEN HIGHWAYS SERIES by Helen M. Robinson et al Source: Hobart WS xerox, scan edit by DPH February 12, 1993 &&111 We had been too well coached by =Sorrell to fold up completely. We played automatically, and to a lot of visiting coaches who came to watch us practice, we must have looked pretty good. Friday night we were given our new uniforms, the black-and-gold colors of =Stanton =High =School. Hank held his up and sneered. Looks like a =Halloween suit! =Ray =Mason laughed as he pulled his jersey over his head. Looks like we're a few months out of season, he said. Looks to me like we're a few years behind our season, =Jim =Dawson said as he looked at his warm-up jacket. He was smoothing it out and looking at the big letters on the back, =LlONS. I don't think I can even purr tonight, he added in a dull voice. As we went on the floor, I could feel that we were on trial. The watchfulness of the crowd as the game began told me I was right. =Karlstead had us play zone, which we weren't too good at since we had almost always played man-to-man. Our scoring would spurt, fizzle, and then shoot up again. We were almost worn out from running on and off the floor, as =Karlstead kept substituting to find his combinations. I will say that everyone on the bench got to play, but it wasn't in the best interest of the team. The voices of the =Stanton fans became a little frantic when we dropped a few points behind; but when we rallied, they shut up again. Maybe you're thinking we lost the game, but we didn't. We won, but we shouldn't have. =Karlstead, though, was tickled pink. =Frank =Gaylord squeezed into our dressing room before the game started. =Sorrell looked annoyed, but he nodded at him. All right, =Sorrell said. We're going to have to play ball! Most of their players have either had some college or high school playing experience. They're tough, but they're not in as good condition as you are. I want you to run. You get that, you guys, I said run! We nodded our heads and grabbed sticks of gum from =Danny, who doubled as team manager. As =Sorrell talked, our gum began to pop a mile a minute. Sorrell looked at us with a grin. Don't wear yourselves out! We punched and shoved at each other as the tension mounted. =Sorrell pulled a notebook from his pocket and read a few lines hurriedly before jamming it back into his pocket; =Shane, watch that number fourteen. He does a fadeaway push shot. Keep rushing those shots and don't let him get set. He can hit. We knew the =North =Siders had played one game already in the new league, but we hadn't realized that =Sorrell was scouting the position. Remember, keep playing them until time gives out! I want =thirty-two minutes of basketball, not some stupid last-minute effort! Get them! didn't take many minutes of playing time in that first quarter to realize why we had needed toughening up! Maybe those other guys were on a church team, but they knew how to throw their hips and elbows! Between quarters I heard yells from a few little guys who had come from our =West =Side neighborhood. Your name, please, =Judge =Meredith prompted me. =Joe. =Joey =Gibbs, I finally said. The judge began to drum his fingers on the desk. It was all kind of an accident, I blurted out. He looked down at the paper and looked up at me again. An accident, =Joey? Have you seen the medical report on Mr =Hayes? No, of course you haven't. Let me tell you about it, =Judge =Meredith said. But he didn't tell me; he read it off the paper. Severe lacerations on face. Three fractured ribs. Body bruises. Patient unconscious when admitted to hospital. The judge paused. Then he said, Some accident, wouldn't you say? I looked at the guys again. This time =Hank =Shane's head came up defiantly. He was asking for it! =Hank snapped. That scared feeling almost choked me as I saw the stern expression on =Judge =Meredith's face. Wouldn't you like to know whether Mr =Hayes is still alive? the judge asked in a soft voice. I felt sick. Even =Hank's face drained of its color. =Tony's breath was jerky. =Mom began to cry behind me. I heard my old man cussing under his breath. He didn't die, did he? Not really? I asked. The judge kept looking at =Hank =Shane. I didn't think he had heard me. I tried again. Mr =Hayes isn't dead? You've got to tell us! My voice broke, and I clamped my lips together. Judge =Meredith leaned back in his chair. He spoke so softly that I could hardly hear him. Luckily for Mr =Hayes and for you boys, Mr =Hayes is recovering from the beating you gave him. thought about the =African bush and the =Sahara =Desert and all the things I had been through on that long journey, and then there I was in the very city where =Captain =Simmons lived. The first thing I did was ask somebody where the =American =Embassy was located. Then I went there to see if they had =Captain =Simmons' address. They said no, but there was a =Marine guard working there and he showed me where the =Air =Force officers lived. It was the end of =May =1966, nearly two and a half years since the day that =Charles had left his village home. His heart was pounding as he stopped airman after airman and asked, Do you know =Captain =Charles =W =Simmons? Do you know where he lives? Finally someone showed =Charles the =Simmons' apartment. His hands were trembling with excitement as he walked upstairs and knocked on the door. He knocked twice, three times, again and again. But nobody was home. I sat right down on the steps and cried, he says. But then a =Negro airman came into the building and saw me there. I told him what had happened, and he said, Aw, fellow, come on in my house and relax. =Simmons and his family will be back later on. Hours later a car drove into the parking lot. A man, a woman, and some children got out and went into the apartment that had the =Simmons' name on the door. =Charles went there and knocked again. When the door opened, he was so scared he couldn't say a word. But then a very kind-faced man shouted, You're =Charles =Wayo, aren't you? =Charles managed to say, Yes, sir, it's me. After a journey of at least =10'000 miles =Charles had found his friend. Once in =Nebraska some high school students looked up into the center of a tornado. They were in a park on a warm spring day. The air was the kind that people call heavy , very still and breathless. In the sky was a big, puffy thundercloud. The cloud and some of the sky were an ugly color, a sort of green. And pointing down from the thundercloud was a long, vertical cloud. Tornado! one of the students shouted. But before they could run to find shelter, the vertical cloud whirled toward them. For a moment it hung right over their heads, and the students looked up into it. The tornado cloud seemed to be hollow. The center was dark, and the air was very still. Flashes of lightning tore through the whirling clouds. The students could hear roaring, hissing, and high screaming sounds. All at once the cloud whirled away, and the students were safe. But a few miles away, the tornado reached for the ground. It wrecked whatever it touched. That's what I was afraid of, but it's not a surprise. =Carol hardly ever does her homework. That's the main reason why I'm in no hurry to get down to =English. If I wait long enough, =Sister =Mary =Francis may be there. Then =Carol won't be hanging around next to my desk to take a look at my homework. September was two long months ago. I was kneeling on the floor putting books beneath my desk before the start of history class when =Judy stopped at my side. I expected some sort of greeting. Instead she began with, Say, is that your homework paper? Let me see it for a minute? I mumbled an agreement. Then, looking up, I saw that =Judy was gone and so was my paper. I motioned to her that I wanted my paper back, but the bell rang. Class began. After ten minutes of watching my paper being passed from one girl to another, I got it back. =Judy was eager to answer homework questions. I looked at my own paper and followed along. Her answers not only started like mine, but also ended like mine. And they had the same words in the middle! A strange feeling hit my stomach. I was disgusted with myself. Toward the middle of =September, it happened again. This time it was =Karen who caught me between classes. She ran her finger down the edge of my notebook. Karen wanted a favor, and I knew it. Let me see your grammar homework for a minute? I hesitated. Come on, she said, don't be such a holy =Joe. =That hurt, and I gave in. The grammar papers came back the next day, mine with a =90 mark on it. =Karen had the same. So did her three best friends. =Sister =Mary =Francis talked about the =Wright dug into his pack for two diapers and tied the bandage in place. Then he and =Axley saw that one of =Dick's legs was broken. Luckily, one piece of the hollow log fit the leg, and the men tied the splint in place with handkerchiefs. The boy's answers to their questions told the men that he might also have some broken ribs and internal injuries. The men agreed that the boy would have to be moved. It would be dangerous, but he might die if they did not take the chance. Quickly =Axley and =Wright made a stretcher from tent poles, a leather jacket, and some blankets. Then the men lifted =Dick's legs high enough to slide one end of the stretcher underneath them. They raised the boy's head and shoulders to slip the rest of the stretcher under him. The next step was to get the stretcher out of the water. We'll count out loud to be sure we lift and move the stretcher together, =Axley told the others. Then there'll be less chance of shaking =Dick. Each of them took one corner of the stretcher. At the count of six, they lifted the stretcher smoothly out of the stream and onto dry land. They covered =Dick with all the blankets and coats in their packs. Then, while =Rick and =Edgar stayed beside the injured boy, the men talked over the next move. =Axley said, That =Scout who bumped into me on the trail must have reached =Brainard =Lake by now. Should we wait for the =Rocky =Mountain =Rescue =Group to get here, or should we start down the mountain? It may take two or three hours for the =Rescue =Group to find us, said =Wright. By then it will be dark. I don't think =Dick can live through the night without medical I hit a ball into the air toward center, keeping it a little to =Edgar's left. =Joe, standing nearby, yelled, =Wow! He yelled because the minute the bat hit the ball, =Edgar started to run in the direction of the ball. Then, as easy as can be, he caught the ball in his mouth and kept going to where =Tarp =Mudweller was standing. He dropped the ball into =Tarp's hand. =Tarp winged it back to the infield, so I could see pretty quick how the throwing problem was solved. =Boy! =Joe gasped. =Ab =Sneed called, Nice going, =Edgar. I stood there, holding the bat in my hand and looking out at that horse. Try another one, =Joe said. Maybe he was just lucky. It's not luck, I told him, when a horse catches a baseball in his teeth. I hit one to =Edgar's right this time, and I hit it far. =Edgar put on a little more speed. He circled to catch the ball and then went on to drop the ball into =Boone =McCloud's hand. After five minutes both =Joe and I had to agree that =Edgar was as good as any of our outfielders, and a lot better than most. What can we use him for? I asked =Joe. He can't get up there and bat. And he just can't play in the outfield without batting. He's good for shock purposes, =Joe told me. Maybe in the last inning or two we can put him in if we need a good defensive outfielder. Imagine how the other team will feel when they see a horse in center field! When =Tarp came in from the outfield, he said, What do you think, =Bud? On a =May night in the year =2155, =Margie wrote in her diary: Tomorrow =Tommy is bringing over a book that he found ! It was a very old book. And when =Margie's grandfather saw it, he smiled. He said that when he was a little boy, his grandfather had told him there was a time when all books were printed on paper. =Margie looked at the pages, which were yellow and torn. It was funny to read words that stood still instead of moving, the way they were supposed to, on a television screen. What a waste, said =Tommy. When you're through with a book, you just throw it away, I guess. Our television screen must have had a =million telebooks on it, and it's good for plenty more. I wouldn't throw it away. Mine either, said =Margie. She was twelve and hadn't seen as many telebooks as fifteen-year-old =Tommy. She asked, Where did you find this book? In my house. In the attic, he said. &&000 SCOTT, FORESMAN AND COMPANY (1967) 8th grade SF19678T.ASC OPEN HIGHWAYS series Book 8 by Helen Robinson, etal Linguistics Advisor: W. Cabell Greet!! Source: U of Rochester xerox, scanned, edited by DPH 12-06-92 &&111 In =New =York =City a man went into a hospital to have an operation. Doctors took =358 things from his stomach. Some of the things were a can opener, =26 keys, and three rosaries. For years, doctors thought that when the temperature of a person's body went below =79 degrees, it meant death. But one day a girl fainted in the snow in =Chicago. She lay all night in weather that was =11 degrees below zero. The next morning she was found frozen. Her heart had nearly stopped. Her temperature was =64'4, far below the normal =98'6. But the girl recovered. A what? =Arch asked. Just go back to the bench and mark the score, said Mr =Baylis. He looked at me again and then shook his head and walked back to the bench. The crowd started to talk again because we still had no center fielder, except for this horse nibbling the grass. In the eighth inning nothing happened. The =Three =Corners team went down in order, two ground balls to the infield and a pop fly to =Ab =Sneed at first. We had a little trouble getting our center fielder off the field between innings. It seems the grass out there was pretty good. Tarp had to pull and push before he got =Edgar over to the side lines, while the crowd whooped it up. We still had a =7'6 lead in the last half of the ninth inning, with =Edgar back in center field and very happy with the grass out there. =Joe said to me, =Three outs to go. Then a ground ball went right through =Joe's legs. Nice going, I said. Still three to go, he said. Now =Three =Corners had a man on first base with nobody out. I got the next man out on a pop fly to our catcher. But I walked the following player, which wasn't very smart of me. Then I got mad and bore down hard, striking out another batter. That gave us two outs. The next =Three =Corners player hit a ground ball to second, which should have been an easy out. But the ball was kicked around, and everybody was safe. I was a little disgusted because the next batter coming up was Mr =Baylis. He was a slugger. One to go, =Joe said from third. I watched Mr =Baylis in the batter's box. On a nice day, =hundreds of people go into the =Rocky =Mountains in =Colorado to hike on the trails. Sunday, =October =12, =1958, was a beautiful autumn day. So the =Axley family and the =Wright family decided to walk up the trails and have a picnic. The two families drove to the end of the road at =Brainard =Lake and parked their cars. Mr =Axley put his eighteen month old daughter into a cloth harness on his back. Then he and his wife started up the trail toward =LakeIsabelle. Mr and Mrs =Wright and their children followed a little distance behind. Suddenly a =Boy =Scout came racing down the trail and bumped into the =Axleys. The =Wrights saw the boy speak to Mr =Axley. He nodded his head and then hurried on, with the baby still bouncing on his back. Mrs =Axley turned around and followed the =Scout down the trail. The =Boy =Scout ran past the =Wrights. But Mrs =Axley stopped and told her friends, =There's a badly-injured =Scout up in the mountains. The boy who just passed is going down to =Brainard =Lake to call the =Rocky =Mountain =Rescue =Group. You two go on up and try to help. I'll stay here with the children. =We all felt it. The spray on the deck froze to a thin layer of ice. We slipped and fell as we handled the sails. At nine o'clock the next morning snow began to fall again. With it came a strong wind. Suddenly a small ship came chugging out of the snow. It moved alongside. A young officer in an oilskin coat called, =Who are you? =Erma from =Stockholm, =Arvid answered. Oh, you're the one the =John =P =Gray reported, the officer said. He told =Arvid something that I couldn't understand, something about a plane. Then he spoke into his engine-room speaking tube, and his ship, the =Schofield, began to move off. Follow me, he called to us. =Arvid, I asked, what did that man tell you about plane? He said a plane had been sent out yesterday to search for us. But it couldn't locate us. They sent out a plane to look for a refugee boat! I said. I couldn't believe it. Soon the outlines of piers, buildings, and boats rose ahead. As we reached the piers, young men in =Army work clothes caught our lines and tied them to mooring piles. All this and what followed seemed to us like part of a motion picture. Soon the piers were crowded with =Army men. An officer, =Captain =Russell, invited us ashore. And there we were, leaving the sailboat and only half believing it. We entered a long building on the =American =Army base. Inside, the glow of the coals in the fireplace made our faces burn. Friendly people offered us hot coffee and gave the children candy until their hands were filled with it. Their laughter rose to the high ceiling. Already the children felt at home. Scene: The =Kramdens' kitchen. A lice is seated by table. She is darning~ socks. Door opens. =Ralph enters happily. He is carrying a lot of packages. =RALPH. Hello, honey, get out the dishes. I bought the best =Chinese food in town. We're celebrating! =ALICE puzzled . But, =Ralph, when you left this morning, you acted as though the world had come to an end. =RALPH. Not any more, =Alice. Boy! Is that =Norton a doll! His stupidity saved my life! Not only did I get my job back, but I got the promotion, too. =ALICE. I still don't get it. What about the letter'? =RALPH. That's just it. When =Norton wrote it, all he put at the end was =Sincerely yours. =He didn't put my name down at all. =ALICE excited . Then Mr =Marshall didn't know it was =RALPH. He had no idea who sent it. He thought it was some crazy crank! =ALICE opening packages . =Ralph, you bought enough to feed an army. =RALPH. Call in the neighbors. This is a night to celebrate. =ALICE. =Ralph, I haven't seen you this happy in years. Door opens. =Norton enters. He sniffs as though smelling something. =NORTON. Hey, what's doing here? =RALPH. If you were just a little prettier, I'd kiss you for what you did for me! =NORTON. Wait a minute, =Ralph, how did you know? I only saw your boss a half hour ago. =RALPH petrified . My boss? thought about the =African bush and the =Sahara =Desert and all the things I had been through on that long journey, and then there I was in the very city where =Captain =Simmons lived. The first thing I did was ask somebody where the =American =Embassy was located. Then I went there to see if they had =Captain =Simmons' address. They said no, but there was a =Marine guard working there and he showed me where the =Air =Force officers lived. It was the end of =May =1966, nearly two and a half years since the day that =Charles had left his village home. His heart was pounding as he stopped airman after airman and asked, Do you know =Captain =Charles =W =Simmons? Do you know where he lives? =Finally someone showed =Charles the =Simmons apartment. His hands were trembling with excitement as he walked upstairs and knocked on the door. He knocked twice, three times, again and again. But nobody was home. I sat right down on the steps and cried, he says. But then a =Negro airman came into the building and saw me there. I told him what had happened, and he said, Aw, fellow, come on in my house and relax. =Simmons and his family will be back later on. =Hours later a car drove into the parking lot. A man, a woman, and some children got out and went into the apartment that had the =Simmons' name on the door. =Charles went there and knocked again. When the door opened, he was so scared he couldn't say a word. But then a very kind-faced man shouted, =You're =Charles =Wayo, aren't you? =Charles managed to say, =Yes, sir, it's me. =After a journey of at least =10'000 miles =Charles had found his friend. Oh, I forgot to tell you, Mr =Rafferty, said Mr =Alsop. Our friends put a gadget on the contraption to keep people away. It's some kind of a wall you can't see. These friends of yours. Mr =Alsop, where are they? Oh, they're over at the house, Mr =Alsop said. You can see them if you want to. But I think you'll find that it s pretty hard to talk to them. Let's go, said =Rafferty. Mr =Alsop led the way back across the muddy barnyard. These folks came here the first time about six years ago, he told the reporter. Want some eggs. Thought they could raise chickens up where they are. Took them three years to get home. Eggs spoiled. So the folks turned right around and came back. This time I fixed up a little incubator so they can raise chickens on the trip home. When the two men reached the house, the farmer stopped and said, My wife can talk to these people better than I can. So anything you want to know, you'd better ask her. Okay, said =Rafferty. Mrs =Alsop was in the living room, sitting in a chair. The two visitors were sitting side by side on the couch. Their lavender faces were as expressionless as glass, and their round eyes seemed to be painted on. But they were waving their long antennae. =Rafferty stood in the doorway and just stared. Mrs =Alsop turned toward him and said, =These are the people who came to see us in that airplane. =She raised her finger, and the two visitors bent their antennae in her direction. This is Mr =Rafferty, said Mrs =Alsop. He's a newspaper reporter. He wanted to see your airplane. loose when boys like my =Eddie were dead. But that was too easy. It's easy to hate, you know. The hard thing is to try to help someone. That's what I want to do, help them, if they'll let me. =Burke stood up and looked at =Sorrell. He held out his hand . Give it a try, and good luck. And as for you boys. I'll be around again. We were silent as =Burke left the kitchen. I think all of us were weak with relief. =Ed =Sorrell began to pace up and down the kitchen. All right, boys, it seems we're all on some kind of trial. We're not going to keep harping about it. The healthy thing to do is to let the past be the past. That's easier said than done, but we want to keep looking forward. If you want off the team, if you don't want to listen to orders and run yourself crazy, now is the time to say so. Any takers? Count me in, I said. Yes, me, too, =Tony =Sisco said. Chet =Van =Buren spoke up for the first time. I always intended to play for you, Mr =Sorrell. Thanks, =Chet, the coach said. I knew =Dawson and =Parker were waiting to see what =Hank =Shane would say. What about it, =Shane? =Sorrell asked. Okay, I guess, =Hank said. Danny =Shapiro said he'd play, and so did =Dawson. Let's get us a team name, =Parker put in. We wrangled awhile over different names, but we ended up with the one =Hank =Shane suggested, the =West =Side =Pirates. Even if =Hank did pick the name, I thought it was a pretty good one. The game wasn't a minute old when we realized that those =Lebanons could run! Chet =Van =Buren was leaping like a jumping jack, and he was the only one who could match the rebounding power of the =Lebanon team. Hank =Sh~me was battling beside him, but the =Lebanons had five men doing the rebounding instead of just two, as we had on our team. Our coach called time as soon as =Chet got possession ot the ball. We went to the side lines, breathing hard. they're wide open for a fast break with that backboard defense they're using, =Sorrell said. Set yourself up for the passes from under the board. =Chet. you and =Hank make sure the ball gets out to them. =Jim, move up and screen that number =forty-three out of position. You guards play back more. Okay, gang, let's go! He pushed us back on the floor and sat down. The first quarter went by in dizzy speed. The air burned my lungs, and I wished I hadn't been so heavy on the coal in the furnace. The =Lebanons were out in front. =22 to =14. We weren't used to being so far behind. =Ed =Sorrell licked his dry lips as we came to the bench. He looked up at the blackboard and the score that was chalked on it. Okay, boys. Set up each shot, take it, and get back down the floor to set up your defense. If you miss, try to set it up again. Watch that low ceiling. Let's get some points ! Our score got a little better, but the =Lebanons still had a =38 to =30 lead at half-time. We had matched them point for =You guys gone nuts? the =Windale guard asked me. I didn't bother to answer him as I poised for the tip. An inspired =Chet towered against the lights, and the ball was tipped to =Hank, who immediately went into action. Now the hard, running, chest-level passes as we cut down-court. Now the short bounce-pass, and =Jim =Dawson scored! Man-to-man, each player's skill was pitted against his opponent. There, =Tony had it; now downcourt in a blaze of speed. Hank under this time, and our team scored again ! At the end of the third quarter we had pulled up to a =50 to =47 margin, the =Windale =Rangers still in the lead; Instructions from =Sorrell. and then back into the game. =Chet came into the limelight. We all began to feed the ball to our center, and he hooked in one shot after another. Get two more! =Sorrell yelled through cupped hands, and somehow =Chet banged in another basket. We were in the lead and pulling away. The =Windale =Rangers risked three men to guard =Chet, and we changed our tactics. Jim and =Hank began to hit two-handed jump shots from farther out. Two =Windale time-outs didn't solve their problem, and the game ended with a =Stanton =74, =Windale =66 victory. Jubilant students swarmed down from the stands. Crusaders! Crusaders! they were chanting as they filed out of the gym. Most of the crowd was gone, but we were still standing on the playing floor when =Martha =Sorrell joined us. Oh, =Ed, you did come back! =She began to cry. There, there, honey, =Sorrell soothed her. But the contract, what about the contract?