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# Republic Act No. 4166

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AN ACT CHANGING THE DATE OF PHILIPPINE INDEPENDENCE DAY FROM JULY FOUR TO JUNE TWELVE, AND DECLARING JULY FOUR AS PHILIPPINE REPUBLIC DAY, FURTHER AMENDING FOR THE PURPOSE SECTION TWENTY-NINE OF THE REVISED ADMINISTRATIVE CODE.

## Section 1

The twelfth day of June is hereby proclaimed as the Philippine Independence Day, and all citizens of the Philippines are enjoined to observe such day with rites befitting Independence Day

## Section 2

Section twenty-nine of the Revised Administrative Code, as amended, is further amended to read as follows:
Sec. 29. Legal Holidays. Thursday and Friday of Holy Week, Christmas Day, and Sundays are legal religious holidays.
The legal holidays are: the first of January, the ninth of April, the first of May, the twelfth of June (Independence Day), the fourth of July (Philippine Republic Day), the thirtieth of November, the thirtieth of December, and the day appointed by law for the holding of a general election: Provided, however, That when any regular holiday of fixed date falls on Sunday, the next succeeding day shall be observed as legal holiday.

## Section 3

This Act shall take effect upon its approval.
Approved: August 4, 1964
(Signed) Diosdado Macapagal
President of the Philippines
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# Republic Act No. 35

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AN ACT AUTHORIZING THE EXEMPTION OF NEW AND NECESSARY INDUSTRIES FROM THE PAYMENT OF INTERNAL REVENUE TAXES.

## Section 1.

Any person, partnership, company, or corporation who or which shall engage in a new and necessary industry shall, for a period of four years from the date of the organization of such industry, be entitled to exemption from the payment of all internal revenue taxes directly payable by such person, partnership, company, or corporation in respect to said industry.

## Section 2.

The President of the Philippines, shall, upon recommendation of the Secretary of Finance, periodically determine the qualifications that the industries should possess to be entitled to the benefits of this Act.

## Section 3.

This Act shall take effect upon its approval.
Approved: September 30, 1946
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# Rhamon/Chapter 12

As the car came lower and Rhamon breathed the hot dusty air of the plains he began to wish he were back in his lovely high valley where the air was cool and sweet. Now they began to pass oxcarts on the road. Small houses made of dried mud bricks were scattered here and there. People went riding by in jouncing little horse carts. Soldiers were to be seen lolling about everywhere. The long trip down the mountain was ended. They had reached the city.
​It was sunset time when the car pulled up near the station in Rawal Pindi. The Sahib and Mem Sahib climbed out, stretched their legs and brushed off the thick white dust. Rhamon hopped out too, and looked at the sinking sun. He must hurry and say his prayers.
Placing the perfume jar in the Sahib's arms he ran to a street pump, splashed the water on his face and arms and washed off his feet. Then he saw, standing under a tree, another worshipper in the midst of his prayers. Rhamon knelt on the ground near him. Facing the Holy City he bowed his head to the ground many times and gave praise to Allah. And there was great thankfulness in his heart that he had come safely down the mountain.
"We will spend the night here in Rawal Pindi," said the Sahib, when they had finished their dinner. The next day when they went to take the train to Lahore, the station was crowded with people rushing this way and that, and car trying huge bundles. "Those bundles are their ​bedding rolls," the Sahib told Rhamon. "At night they are spread out on the seats, and in the daytime they are put back in those big bags."
Suddenly there was a shrill whistle, and down the track Rhamon saw a great light coming closer and closer. Surely it was the eye of some giant beast that was roaring and thundering toward him. The creature let out another sharp scream. It was almost on top of him, this huge black fire-breathing monster, with a tail that stretched far along the track. Then with a horrible noise it slowly stopped and stood there puffing and hissing and blowing great clouds of steam into the air. It had fire in its insides too, for Rhamon could feel the heat and see the blaze. This was Rhamon's first view of a railroad train.
"Come, Rhamon," said the Sahib, and gave Rhamon a boost up the steep steps into one of the coaches. People were leaning out of the windows, buying things to eat, or talking to ​friends. Passengers were crowding on with bags, bundles and bedding rolls.
For a minute Rhamon lost sight of the Sahib and Mem Sahib. Then he saw them again on ahead. Holding his perfume jar, he pushed his way down the aisle. Suddenly the train started. There was a terrific jerk and Rhamon found himself in a heap on the floor. When he had straightened his turban and looked around, the train was rumbling on its way. He was glad when the Sahib took his hand and led him to a seat.
The hot air was soon filled with smoke and cinders. The steady clackety-clack, clackety-clack, clackety-clack of the rolling wheels made Rhamon drowsy, and soon he was sound asleep, with his head resting against the Sahib's shoulder.
He knew nothing more till someone gently shook him. "This is Lahore. We get off here," said the Sahib.
# Rhamon

Rhamon A Boy of Kashmir
By Heluiz Washburne
Pictured by Roger Duvoisin
Junior Press Books
Chicago 1939
Copyright, 1939, by Albert Whitman & Company
Lithographed in the U.S.A.
CONTENTS
FULL PAGE ILLUSTRATIONS
To A courageous young boy in the Vale of Kashmir
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# Rhamon/Chapter 1

RHAMON was fishing. Squatting carelessly on a narrow board that reached from the window of the houseboat to the river bank, he dropped his line into the clear water beneath. In the dark shadows of the overhanging bushes he could see the flash of a silvery fish as it glided past.
​Rhamon was a small brown-skinned Indian boy. He had a little twisted foot, so he limped when he walked. But no one noticed his limp because Rhamon was always smiling. And when he smiled his big, brown eyes danced and his white teeth sparkled. His clothes were not very fine, but he wore a splendid turban, made of many yards of white cotton cloth, wound around and around his head.
Rhamon had spent all his life in the beautiful Valley of Kashmir, high up in the Himalaya Mountains. Happy Valley it was called, for here was a clear lake with many fish. Bright-colored birds flitted through the trees, fruits of all kinds grew on the grassy slopes, sweet-smelling flowers dotted the fields. And piled up on all sides were the mighty mountains.
A great old river wound its way through the narrow valley. Where the ground was low the river flooded over it and ran along in little winding canals. Small trees grew on the marshy banks and made feathery lace-like patterns
​against the blue sky. On the lake, the river, and the canals were little houseboats where people lived. Rhamon's home was one of these houseboats on the water. It was not a large houseboat, and the roof was only a thick layer of woven reeds. Inside, it was barely high enough for his father to stand up straight without bumping his head. Ever since he could remember, Rhamon had been able to run along the narrow boards that stretched the length of the boat just outside the windows, and he had never fallen into the water.
Rhamon's father, Subro, was squatting on the deck of the houseboat, enjoying the sunshine and smoking his big water pipe that stood on the floor before him. As he puffed, the water in the glass jar bubbled and gurgled. And the blue smoke curled and twisted in the lazy breeze. Subro was a tall dark man with a black curly beard. He wore long white clothes that rustled as he walked. When he was angry his brown eyes were dark and fiery, but now as he ​smiled at Rhamon they twinkled and were full of fun.
Fishing was good today. Rhamon gave his pole a jerk, and up came a little silvery fish, twisting and wiggling and glittering in the sunlight. In went the hook again and up came another fish. And then another! Rhamon grew excited, for he had never known the fish to bite so fast. It wouldn't be long, he thought, before he had a good pailful all ready for supper.
He threw in his line again and waited. Soon he felt a fish take hold. He would land this fellow in a hurry. He gave a big jerk, and—splash! over he went backwards, line, fish and all! Subro jumped to his feet and ran to the rescue. When Rhamon was dragged to the deck, his turban was over one ear, and his clothes were wet and soggy. But his eyes were twinkling and his white teeth showed in a merry grin.
# Punch/Volume 147/Issue 3824/Unconquerable

UNCONQUERABLE.
The Kaiser. "SO, YOU SEE—YOU'VE LOST EVERYTHING."
The King of the Belgians. "NOT MY SOUL."
# Punch/Volume 147/Issue 3824/With High Heart

WITH HIGH HEART.
The long line of red earth twisted away until it was lost in the fringe of a small copse on the left and had dipped behind a hillock on the right. Flat open country stretched ahead, grass lands and fields of stubble, lifeless and deserted.
There was no enemy to be seen and not even a puff of smoke to suggest his whereabouts. But the air was full of the booming of heavy guns and the rising eerie shriek of the shrapnel.
Behind the line of red earth lay the British, each man with his rifle cuddled lovingly to his shoulder, a useless weapon that yet conveyed a sense of comfort. The shells were bursting with hideous accuracy—sharp flashes of white light, a loud report and then a murderous rain of shrapnel.
"Crikey!" said a little man in filthy rain-sodden khaki, as a handful of earth rose up and hit him on the shoulder; "crikey! that was a narsty shave for your uncle!"
The big man beside him grunted and shifted half an inch of dead cigarette from one corner of his mouth to the other. "You can 'old my 'and," said he with a grin. Four or five places up the trench a man stumbled to his knee, coughed with a rush of blood and toppled over dead.
"Dahn and aht," said the big man gruffly. "Gawd! If we could get at em!"
The wail of a distant shell rose to a shriek and the explosion was instantaneous. The little man suddenly went limp and his riffe rolled down the bank of the trench.
His friend looked at him with unspeakable anguish. "Got it—in the perishing neck this time, Bill," gasped the little man.
Bill leaned over and propped his pal's head on his shoulder. A large dark stain was saturating the wounded man's tunic and he lay very still.
"Bill," very faintly; then, with surprise, "Blimey! 'E's blubbing! Poor old Bill!"
The big man was shaking with strangled sobs. For some moments he held his friend close, and it was the dying man who spoke first.
"Are we dahn-'earted?" he said. The whisper went along the line and swelled into a roar.
The big man choked back his sobs. "No, old pal, no!" he answered, and "No—o-o-o!" roared the line in unison.
The little man lay back with a contented sigh. "No," he repeated, and closed his eyes for ever.
# Punch/Volume 147/Issue 3824/Wilhelm

WILHELM.
"No good thing comes from out of Kaiserland,"
Says Phyllis; but beside the fire I note
One Wilhelm, sleek in tawny gold of coat,
Most satin-smooth to the caresser's hand.
A velvet mien; an eye of amber, full
Of that which keeps the faith with us for life;
Lover of meal-times; hater of yard-dog strife;
Lordly, with silken ears most strokeable.
Familiar on the hearth, refuting her,
He sits, the antic-pawed, the proven friend,
The whimsical, the grave and reverend— Wilhelm the Dachs from out of Hanover.
# Punch/Volume 147/Issue 3824/Works of Kultur

WORKS OF KULTUR.
In some respects, apparently, the enemy has been less affected by the War than we have. While in England the book-trade has been slightly depressed, in Germany it seems to be flourishing. We give samples from the latest catalogues:—
Poetry.
The most interesting volume announced is A Hunning We Will Go, and Other Verses, by William Hohenzollern, whose Bleeding Heart attracted so much attention.
History.
Kaiser's Gallic War Books I. & II., a new edition, very much revised since August by General von Kluck and other accomplished scholars, are certain to be of great use for educational purposes.
Natural History.
In this department a work likely to be enquired for is The Dogs of St. Bernhardi, by General von Moltke.
Fiction.
The demand for fiction in Germany is said to be without parallel and the supply appears to be not inadequate. Among forthcoming volumes there should be a demand for Der Tag: or, It Never Can Happen Again.
General.
Proverbial Philosophy contains the favourite proverbs of various persons of eminence. From the Imperial Finance Minister comes: "It's never too late to lend." From General Manteuffel (the destroyer of Louvain library): "Too many books spoil the Goth." The Crown Prince contributes: "Beware the rift within the loot."
# Punch/Volume 147/Issue 3824/War Items

WAR ITEMS.
The reiterated accusations made by Germany of the use of dum-dum bullets by the Allies, although they are not believed by anyone else, appear to be accepted without question by the German General Staff. New measures of retaliation are being taken, which, while not strictly forbidden by International Law, may at any rate be said to contravene the etiquette of civilised warfare. We learn from Sir John French's Eye-witness that numbers of gramophones have made their appearance in the German trenches north of the Aisne River.
Papers captured in the pocket of a member of the German Army Service Corps contain bitter complaints of the enormous strain thrown upon the already over-taxed railway system in Germany by the Kaiser's repeated journeys to and fro between the Eastern and the Western Theatres of War. He is referred to (rather flippantly) as "The Imperial Pendulum" (Perpendikel). The writer, while recognising the eager devotion with which the Kaiser is pursuing his search for a victory in the face of repeated disappointment, congratulates himself that the Imperial journeys, though they are not likely to be discontinued, will at least grow shorter and shorter as time goes on. Indeed, it is hoped that before long a brief spin in the Imperial automobile-de-luxe will cover the ground between the Eastern and Western Theatres.
# Robur the Conqueror

This etext has been provided by Project Gutenberg The original scans were from the Ace D-504 paperback Master of the World, including Robur the Conqueror (1959?). This in turn was reformatted from the same title published by Didier in 1951, which in turn was taken (using American orthography) from The Clipper of the Clouds originally published by Sampson Low (London) in 1887.

## Contents

* Chapter I: Mysterious Sounds
* Chapter II: Agreement Impossible
* Chapter III: A Visitor is Announced
* Chapter IV: In Which a New Character Appears
* Chapter V: Another Disappearance
* Chapter VI: The President and Secretary Suspend Hostilities
* Chapter VII: On Aboard the Albatross
* Chapter VIII: The Balloonists Refuse to be Convinced
* Chapter IX: Across the Prairie
* Chapter X: Westward - But Whither?
* Chapter XI: The Wide Pacific
* Chapter XII: Through the Himalayas
* Chapter XIII: Over the Caspian
* Chapter XIV: The Aeronef at Full Speed
* Chapter XV: A Skirmish in Dahomey
* Chapter XVI: Over the Atlantic
* Chapter XVII: The Shipwrecked Crew
* Chapter XVIII: Over the Volcano
* Chapter XIX: Anchored at Last
* Chapter XX: The Wreck of the Albatross
* Chapter XXI: The Institute Again
* Chapter XXII: The Go-Ahead is Launched
* Chapter XXIII: The Grand Collapse
# Robinson v. United States (372 U.S. 527)/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
372 U.S. 527
CAROLL ROBINSON v. UNITED STATES.
No. 425, Misc.
ON PETITION FOR WRIT OF CERTIORARI TO THE UNITED STATES COURT OF APPEALS FOR THE EIGHTH CIRCUIT.
PER CURIAM.
The motion for leave to proceed in forma pauperis and the petition for writ of certiorari are granted. On writ of certiorari the judgment is vacated and, in accordance with the suggestion of the Solicitor General, the case is remanded to the United States Court of Appeals for the Eighth Circuit with directions to allow the appeal in forma pauperis. Coppedge v. United States, 369 U.S. 438, 82 S.Ct. 917, 8 L.Ed.2d 21.

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# Robinson v. United States (372 U.S. 527)

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United States Supreme Court
372 U.S. 527
CAROLL ROBINSON v. UNITED STATES.
No. 425, Misc.
ON PETITION FOR WRIT OF CERTIORARI TO THE UNITED STATES COURT OF APPEALS FOR THE EIGHTH CIRCUIT.
Certiorari granted; judgment vacated; and case remanded with directions to allow appeal in forma pauperis.
Reported below: 304 F.2d 805.
Petitioner pro se.
Solicitor General Cox, Assistant Attorney General Miller, Robert S. Erdahl and Kirby W. Patterson for the United States.

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# Rainbows (Custance)/A Dancing Girl

A Dancing Girl
# Rainbows (Custance)

First published in 1902, this transcription is of the first edition. Of the 27 poems it contains, only "Pierrot" had been published previously.
RAINBOWS
By the same Author.
OPALS: Poems. Fcap. 8vo.
"Pretty little gems, perfect opals, iridescent and gleaming."—Publisher's Circular.
"Miss Olive Custance's little volume contains the best poetry written by a woman for quite a long time. . . . The spontaneous original charm, even power, of these 'Opals' is undeniable. It has seldom happened that a young poet's first volume has been at once so full of beauty realised and so rich in promise of beauty to come."—Westminster Gazette.
"Her poetry shows that rare union of great natural impulse with conscious cultivated art. She is a poet born."—Daily Chronicle.
"All music and colour."—Daily News.
"Will be read with pleasure."—Scotsman.
RAINBOWS
BY
OLIVE CUSTANCE (LADY ALFRED DOUGLAS)
JOHN LANE, THE BODLEY HEAD, LONDON AND NEW YORK 1902
TO
THE FAIRY PRINCE
Contents
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# Rainbows (Custance)/A Girl's Love

A Girl's Love
# Royal Naval Biography/Douglas, Arthur James

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ARTHUR JAMES DOUGLAS, Esq. [Commander.]
Entered the royal navy in Feb. 1816; obtained his first commission in Feb. 1825; and was advanced to his present rank on the 20th Nov. 1829.
# Royal Naval Biography/Douglas, Hugh Donald Cameron

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HUGH DONALD CAMERON DOUGLAS, Esq. [Commander.]
Was made a lieutenant into the San Domingo 74, Captain (now Sir S. John Brooke) Pechell, on the North American station, Jan. 11th, 1814; and advanced to the rank of commander on the 28th Aug. 1827.
# Royal Naval Biography/Douglas, James

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JAMES DOUGLAS, Esq Senior Admiral of the White.
This officer is the second son of the late Sir James Douglas, of Springwood Park, Roxburghshire, N.B. Baronet, by his first wife, Helen, daughter of Thomas Brisbane, Esq. and is descended from Andrew Douglas, of Friarshaw, who married Jane Home, of the family of the Earls of Marchmont.
After passing through the intervening ranks of Midshipman, Lieutenant, and Commander, he was advanced to that of Post-Captain, Oct. 20, 1780; and in the same year, commanded the Venus frigate, at the Leeward Islands; from which vessel he was afterwards removed into the Alcmene, of 32 guns.
On the breaking out of the war with the French republic, Captain Douglas was appointed to the Saturn, a 74-gun ship, in which he proceeded to the Mediterranean, and was with Admiral Hotham when that officer encountered the enemy’s fleet, July 13, 1795. He returned to England in company with a squadron under the orders of Rear-Admiral Mann, and was subsequently stationed in the Channel. Our officer was promoted to the rank of Rear-Admiral, Feb. 14, 1799; Vice-Admiral, Nov. 9, 1805; and Admiral, July 31, 1810.
Mrs. Douglas died May 2, 1819.
* ↑ Sir James Douglas was knighted for bringing home the news of the surrender of Quebec in 1759; he commanded a squadron at the Leeward Islands in 1761; took Dominica, and had a broad pendant at the siege of Martinique, in the same year. He was created a Baronet, June 10, 1786, died in 1787, and was succeeded by his eldest son, George, the present Baronet, who married a daughter of the third Earl of Glasgow.
* ↑ See Admiral Sir John Sutton.
# Royal Naval Biography/Douglas, John

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JOHN DOUGLAS, Esq. [Commander.]
Was made a lieutenant in 1794, and severely wounded in the hand while serving under Captain T. F. Fremantle, of the Seahorse frigate, at the unsuccessful attack upon Santa Cruz, in July, 1797. He obtained a pension, the present amount of which is £150 per annum, Jan. 30th, 1800; and was advanced to the rank of commander in April, 1802.