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...journey is historically incorrect. He was leaving Washington for Gallon, Ohio, where he was to be the speaker the following day, at a "Soldiers and Sailors Reunion." I was a 16-year-old girl, assisting my mother to prepare for guests for the following day. Governor Foster ("Calico Charlie") was to be one of my father's guests. The impression is indelible of my father coming from his office, and as I put it, "staggering down the hall," with the news for mother and me, "Garfield is shot." All that summer, the news of his condition was followed...
...from the Dominions to hold the office. Another important matter planned for the 1931 meeting was the proper celebration of Michael Faraday's discovery of the principle underlying the electric generator. As every scientist at Bristol knew, 99 years ago Faraday hitched together a contraption of copper, wire, calico and twine, and generated electricity. There were also 300 speeches to be delivered, discussed. Some important observations...
...common laborer. He had to discover almost everything that he wanted to know. Of his greatest discovery, which ultimately resulted in the electric generator, he wrote: ". . . had an iron ring made. . . . Wound it with many coils of copper wire, one-half of them being separated by twine and calico. When all was ready . . . the battery was communicated with [the end of one coil]. . . . The helix strongly attracted the needle of [a galvanometre...
...Connie," insisted woebegone, calico-clad Tiller Ruminer, on whose testimony the four-Herman Greenway, Joe White, Hubert Hester, Bill Younger-were indicted. She repeated her lurid story of a night last March when, as she and Franklin set out to be married, they were attacked by the defendants. She testified: "Connie yelled out 'Till, Till, they're akillin' me!' Then Joe White slammed a big rock on his haid. I couldn't help him none because Greenway was adraggin' me into the bushes. Then Hester came and helped Greenway do what he was doin...
...winter last week were the fishing villages along the Burin peninsula, which projects southward from southern Newfoundland. Provender was in the butteries, coal within the bins. Warehouses held stacks of dried and salted codfish, the season's catch, ready to be shipped for profit-to buy calico, yarn, sweaters, boots. Men prophesied a serene winter. Then the fish-giving sea howled unwontedly. A great swoop of water slapped against the shore. It fell back, slapped up again and again. Rent, twisted, smashed, into flotsam went wharves, stores, homes, people. Devastation: more than a score killed and drowned; hundreds maimed...