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# Woods v. Hills

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United States Supreme Court
334 U.S. 210
Woods v. Hills
Argued: Jan. 14, 1948. --- Decided: May 10, 1948
As Amended on Denial of Rehearing June 21, 1948.
Answer to Certified Question Conformed to July 8, 1948.
Mr. John R. Benney, of Washington, D.C., for Philip B. Fleming, Temporary Controls Administrator.
Mr. George D. Rathbun, of Manhattan, Kan., for W. H. Hills, pro hac vice, by Special Leave of Court.
Mr. Chief Justice VINSON delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Woods v. Courter

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COMMON PLEAS, Philadelphia.
County.
WOODS verʃus COURTER, et. al.
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And SHIPPEN, Preʃident, mentioned the cafe of the proteft of a mafter of a veffel, which had been allowed to be evidence in his favor. See ant. 6.
The defendants counfel took a bill of exceptions to the opinion of the Court, which, however, was never profecuted, as the plaintiff eventually fuffered a nonfuit.
Lewis for the plaintiff.—Sergeant for the defendant.
# Woods v. Freeman

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United States Supreme Court
68 U.S. 398
Woods v. Freeman
FREEMAN sued Woods in ejectment, in the Circuit Court for the Northern District of Illinois, to recover possession of the southwest quarter of section three (3) of township eight (8) north of range three (3) west of the fourth principal meridian, situated in Warren County, in that State. At the trial, Freeman showed title in himself by a regular chain of conveyances from the United States. Woods, to defeat this title, insisted that the tract of land had been regularly sold for the non-payment of taxes for the year 1852, and the validity of the sale was the main question in the case.
By the statute law of Illinois, the collector of taxes reports to the proper court a list of lands on which the taxes remain due and unpaid, and if no good reason is interposed a judgment is entered on his assessment and return, in the name of the State of Illinois, against the several tracts of land for the sum annexed to each, being the amount of taxes, interest, and costs due thereon, and a precept to sell is ordered.
The following illustration of the collector's assessment and return will show the nature of the document on which judgment is in these cases given; though, in the present case, the reader will observe that neither in the column meant to denote the 'total' of the tax, nor in others where money is meant to be indicated, is the word 'dollars' or 'cents' given, nor any character, such as $ or cts., or abbreviation representing them. And, that while a conjecture or inference may be made that the figures indicate dollars or cents, the conclusion rests finally on conjecture or inference only.
Patentee's Part of Section. Acres. Valuation. State State County Co. Total.
name. section. spro. special. tax. special.
Erastus Brown, W. S. N. E. 3 8974 180 1 09 72 1 08 .... 2 89
Elisha Sibree, S. W. 3 160 320 1 93 1 28 1 92 .... 5 13
The tract of land in controversy had been sold for taxes, and a deed made to one Harding, through whom Woods claimed. To sustain the deed, Woods offered in evidence the record of the judgment of the county court of Warren County against the tract of land for the unpaid taxes of 1852, the same being in form as above. On the objection of Freeman, the court excluded the evidence, and Woods excepted. Verdict and judgment having been given for Freeman, the correctness of the refusal to admit the evidence was the chief point on error here.
Mr. Merriman, for the defendant in error:
Mr. Justice DAVIS delivered the opinion of the court, and after stating facts, proceeded thus:

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# Woods v. Freeman/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
68 U.S. 398
Woods v. Freeman
There was no 'mark, word, or character' on the record of the judgment to indicate the amount of taxes for which it was rendered against the land, which was undoubtedly the reason why the court rejected the evidence.
In the construction of local statutes affecting the titles to real estate, this court recognizes the binding force of the interpretation given by the highest judicial tribunal of a State.
This question has been expressly decided by the Supreme Court of Illinois. That court has held, 'that a judgment for taxes is fatally defective which fails to show the amount of tax for which it was rendered, and that the use of numerals, without some mark indicating for what they stand, is insufficient.' The judgment was therefore void, and the court was right in excluding the evidence from the jury.
AFFIRMED WITH COSTS.

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# Woods v. Interstate Realty Company

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## Dissenting Opinion

    Jackson
United States Supreme Court
337 U.S. 535
Woods v. Interstate Realty Company
Argued: March 30, 31, 1949. --- Decided: June 20, 1949
Mr. P. H. Eager, Jr., Jackson, Miss., for petitioner.
Messrs. Phil Stone, Oxford, Miss., John A. Osoinach, Memphis, Tenn., for respondent.
Mr. Justice DOUGLAS delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Woods v. Lawrence County

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United States Supreme Court
66 U.S. 386
Woods v. Lawrence County

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# Wilson v. Southwest Airlines Co.

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UNITED STATES DISTRICT COURT FOR THE NORTHERN DISTRICT OF TEXAS, DALLAS DIVISION
517 F. Supp. 292
Gregory R. WILSON, Plaintiff, and Mark N. Peeples, Intervenor, v. SOUTHWEST AIRLINES COMPANY, Defendant
No. CA-3-80-0680-G
Donald J. Maison, Jr., Law Offices of James C. Barber, Kenneth H. Molberg, Dallas, Texas, for plaintiff and intervenor.
Manitzas, Harris & Padgett, Inc., Shelton E. Padgett, San Antonio, Texas, Akin, Gump, Hauer & Feld, John L. Hauer, Dallas, Texas, for defendant.
# Wilson v. United States

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# Zenith Radio Corporation v. Hazeltine Research, Inc.

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## Concurring Opinion

    Harlan
United States Supreme Court
395 U.S. 100
ZENITH RADIO CORPORATION, Petitioner, v. HAZELTINE RESEARCH, INC., et al.
Argued: Jan. 22, 1969. ---
[Syllabus from pages 100-103 intentionally omitted]
Thomas C. McConnell, Chicago, Ill., for petitioner.
John T. Chadwell and Victor P. Kayser, Chicago, Ill., for respondents.
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Mr. Justice WHIT delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Zemel v. Rusk
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    Goldberg
United States Supreme Court
381 U.S. 1
Zemel v. Rusk
Argued: March 1, 1965. --- Decided: May 3, 1965
See 86 S.Ct. 17.
[Syllabus from pages 1-2 intentionally omitted]
Leonard B. Boudin, Washington D.C., for appellant.
Archibald Cox, Sol. Gen., for appellees.
Mr. Chief Justice WARREN delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# You Are Old, Father William

This poem from chapter 5 of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland became far more popular than the poem it was parodying, "The Old Man's Comforts and How He Gained Them" by Robert Southey.
* "You Are Old, Father William" in chapter 5 of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland—for versions, see Alice's Adventures in Wonderland
* "Father William" in Poems That Every Child Should Know (1904)
# You Know Me Al: A Busher's Letters

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YOU KNOW ME AL
A Busher's Letters
BY
RING W. LARDNER
NEW YORK
GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY
Copyright, 1916,
By George H. Doran Company
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
COPYRIGHT, 1914, BY THE CURTIS PUBLISHING COMPANY
CONTENTS
# Zinzendorff and Other Poems/Felicia Hemans

FELICIA HEMANS.
May, 1835.
Nature doth mourn for thee.
 There is no need
For Man to strike his plaintive lyre and fail,
As fail he must, if he attempt thy praise.
The little plant that never sang before,
Save one sad requiem, when its blossoms fell,
Sighs deeply through its drooping leaves for thee,
As for a florist fallen. The ivy wreath'd
Round the grey turrets of a buried race,
And the tall palm that like a prince doth rear
Its diadem neath Asia's burning sky,
With their dim legends blend thy hallow'd name.
Thy music, like baptismal dew, did make
Whate'er it touch'd most holy. The pure shell,
Laying its pearly lip on Ocean's floor,
The cloister'd chambers, where the sea-gods sleep,
And the unfathom'd melancholy main,
Lament for thee, through all the sounding deeps.
Hark! from snow-breasted Himmaleh, to where
Snowdon doth weave his coronet of cloud,
From the scath'd pine tree, near the red man's hut,
To where the everlasting banian builds
Its vast columnac temple, comes a moan
For thee, whose ritual made each rocky height
An altar, and each cottage-home, the haunt
Of Poesy.
Yea, thou didst find the link
That joins mute Nature to ethereal mind,
And make that link a melody.
 The couch
Of thy last sleep, was in the native clime
Of song and eloquence and ardent soul,
Spot fitly chosen for thee. Perchance, that isle
So lov'd of favoring skies, yet bann'd by fate,
Might shadow forth thine own unspoken lot.
For at thy heart, the ever-pointed thorn
Did gird itself, until the life-stream ooz'd
In gushes of such deep and thrilling song,
That angels poising on some silver cloud
Might linger 'mid the errands of the skies,
And listen, all unblam'd.
 How tenderly
Doth Nature draw her curtain round thy rest,
And like a nurse, with finger on her lip,
Watch lest some step disturb thee, striving still
From other touch, thy sacred harp to guard.
Waits she thy waking, as the Mother waits
For some pale babe, whose spirit sleep hath stolen
And laid it dreaming on the lap of Heaven?
We say not thou art dead. We dare not. No.
For every mountain stream and shadowy dell
Where thy rich harpings linger, would hurl back
The falsehood on our souls. Thou spak'st alike
The simple language of the freckled flower,
And of the glorious stars. God taught it thee.
And from thy living intercourse with man
Thou shalt not pass away, until this earth
Drops her last gem into the doom's-day flame.
Thou hast but taken thy seat with that blest choir,
Whose hymns thy tuneful spirit learn'd so well
From this sublunar terrace, and so long
Interpreted.
 Therefore, we will not say
Farewell to thee; for every unborn age
Shall mix thee with its household charities.
The sage shall greet thee with his benison,
And Woman shrine thee as a vestal-flame
In all the temples of her sanctity,
And the young child shall take thee by the hand
And travel with a surer step to Heaven.
# Zinzendorff and Other Poems/Filial Grief

FILIAL GRIEF.
The love that blest our infant dream,
 That dried our earliest tear,
The tender voice, the winning smile
 That made our home so dear,
The hand that urged our youthful thought
 O'er low delights to soar,
Whose pencil wrote upon our souls,
 Alas! is ours no more.
Go, lay the Bible that she lov'd,
 Upon her coffin lid,
Its spirit like a precious balm
 Deep in her breast was hid,
And daily o'er its page she bent
 With calm and saintly brow,
It was her chosen friend through life:
 Take it not from her now.
Bring forth, bring forth the plants she rear'd
 To the freest sun and air,
And daily o'er their welfare watch
 With all a florist's care,—
Nor let a blossom that she nurs'd,
 A stem she taught to twine,
By aught of cold forgetfulness
 Droop on the parent vine.
And in our hearts the germs she placed,
 With the warm trust of prayer,
Still fondly cherish for her sake
 With unabated care;
Deep fear of God, good will to man,
 Religion's meek pursuit,
These were the seeds our mother sowed,—
 Let them bear perfect fruit.
# Zinzendorff and Other Poems/Forbearance with Frailty

FORBEARANCE WITH FRAILTY.
Scorn not the sinner, though her name
 May dregs of deep abhorrence stir,
And though the kindling blush of shame
 Burns on young Virtue's cheek for her.
Judge not, unless thy lip can tell
 What wily tempters, fierce and strong
Did the unguarded soul propel
 To ruin's hidden gulf along.
The downward road, how fearful steep,
 The upward cliff, how hard to climb,
He only knows, whose records keep
 The nameless countless grades of crime.
Scorn not the sinner, thou whose heart
 In purpose pure is garner'd strong;
Claims penitence with thee no part?
 Doth pride to mortal man belong?
By all thy follies unforgiven,
 Wert thou at death's dread hour accus'd
Even thou might at the gate of heaven,
 In terror knock, and be refus'd.
# Zinzendorff and Other Poems/Expostulation

EXPOSTULATION.
To man reproving Nature said
 "I formed thee soft and mild,
And laid thee on thy cradle-bed
 A tender, tearful child;
Thy feeble wail, thy lisping word,
The soul of kind affection stirred
 To guard thy helpless state;
By fragrant flower and tuneful grove,
I taught my dialect of Love,
 How art thou turned to Hate."
Meek pity spake.—"I lured thy heart
 From every cruel deed,
To take the trampled insect's part,
 The famished sparrow feed,— How dost thou scorn my plaintive prayer!
And like the Lion from his lair
 The savage combat wage!
Thy brother of the clay destroy,
And with a fierce, demoniac joy
 Seek the red battle's rage."
Religion came with dewy eye,
 And mournful was her tone;
"I taught thee of that glorious sky
 Where discord is unknown,
I bade thee sow the seeds of peace,
And share those joys that never cease,
 Which no rude sorrows mar;
And hast thou all my love forgot,
My sacred precepts heeded not,
 But bartered Heaven for War?"
# Zinzendorff and Other Poems/Faith

FAITH.
Wrapt in the robe of Faith,
Come to the place of prayer,
And seal thy deathless vows to Him
Who makes thy life his care.
Doth he thy sunny skies
O'ercloud with tempest gloom?
Or take the idol of thy breast,
And hide it in the tomb?
Or bid thy treasur'd joys
In hopeless ruin lie? Search not his reasons,—wait his will,
Thy record is on high.
For should he strip thy heart
Of all it boasts on earth,
And set thee naked and alone,
As at thy day of birth,
He cannot do thee wrong,
Those gifts were his at first,
Draw nearer to his changeless throne,
Bow deeper in the dust.
Calls he thy parting soul
Unbodied from the throng?
Cling closer to thy Saviour's cross,
And raise the victor song.
# Zinzendorff and Other Poems/Farewell

FAREWELL.
Farewell! it hath a sombre tone,
 The lip is slow to take it,
It seemeth like the willow's moan
 When autumn winds awake it;
It seemeth like the distant sea
 On some lone islet sighing,
And yet thou say'st it unto me,
 And wait'st for my replying.
Farewell! thou fly'st from Winter's wrath
 'Mid southern bowers to hide thee,
May freshest roses deck thy path,
 Yet bring no thorn to chide thee;
And may'st thou find that better land
 Where no bright dream is broken,
No flower shall fade in beauty's hand,
 And no farewell be spoken.
# Zinzendorff and Other Poems/Farewell of a Missionary to Africa, at the Grave of his Wife and Child

FAREWELL OF A MISSIONARY TO AFRICA, AT THE GRAVE OF HIS WIFE AND CHILD.
Once more, 'neath Autumn's moaning blast,
 I seek thy narrow bed,
And is this gush of tears the last,
 I o'er this turf must shed?
Seasons may change, and years depart,
 Yet none shall here recline
To twine thy memory round his heart
 With such a love as mine.
Bound to a dark and heathen clime
 For my Redeemer's sake,
What tides of sympathy sublime
 At thy loved image wake.
Thy tender care, thy fearless trust,
 Thy fond, confiding tone,—
Yet what avails,—since thou art dust,
 And I am all alone.
There too, sweet infant, slumbering nigh,
 How beautiful wert thou,
Thy mother's spirit in thine eye,
 Her smile upon thy brow,
A little while, thy rose-bud light
 On my lone path was shed,
A little while,—there came a blight,
 And thou art of the dead.
I go,—my best beloved,—farewell!
 Borne o'er the faithless sea,
When the wild waves like mountains swell,
 I will remember thee:
Thy meekness, 'mid affliction's strife,
 Thy lifted glance of prayer,
Thy firmness 'neath the storms of life
 Shall be my pattern there.
And when on Afric's bleeding breast,
 The scorned of every shore,
The chained, the trampled, the opprest,
 Salvation's balm I pour,
Thy zeal, that for a Saviour's name
 Beamed forth with cloudless ray,
Like ancient Israel's pillared flame
 Shall cheer my pilgrim way.
If toiling 'mid that sultry glade
 The Spoiler's call I hear,
Or 'neath the palm-tree's murmuring shade
 It warns my willing ear,
Then may the faith that fired thine eye,
 'Mid pangs untold and strong,
My dying pillow hover nigh,
 And wake the triumph-song.
# Zinzendorff and Other Poems/Farewell of the Soul to the Body

FAREWELL OF THE SOUL TO THE BODY.
Companion dear! the hour draws nigh,
The sentence speeds,—to die, to die.
So long in mystic union held,
So close with strong embrace compell'd,
How canst thou bear the dread decree,
That strikes thy clasping nerves from me?
—To Him who on this mortal shore,
The same encircling vestment wore,
To Him I look, to Him I bend,
To Him thy shuddering frame commend.
—If I have ever caus'd thee pain,
The throbbing breast, the burning brain,
With cares and vigils turn'd thee pale,
And scorn'd thee when thy strength did fail,—
Forgive!—Forgive!—thy task doth cease,
Friend! Lover!—let us part in peace.
—That thou didst sometimes check my force,
Or trifling stay mine upward course,
Or lure from Heaven my wavering trust,
Or bow my drooping wing to dust,—
I blame thee not, the strife is done,
I know thou wert the weaker one,
The vase of earth, the trembling clod,
Constrain'd to hold the breath of God.
—Well hast thou in my service wrought,
Thy brow hath mirror'd forth my thought,
To wear my smile thy lip hath glow'd,
Thy tear to speak my sorrows flowed,
Thine ear hath borne me rich supplies
Of sweetly varied melodies,
Thy hands my prompted deeds have done,
Thy feet upon mine errands run,— Yes, thou hast mark'd my bidding well,
Faithful and true! farewell, farewell.
—Go to thy rest. A quiet bed
Meek mother Earth with flowers shall spread,
Where I no more thy sleep may break
With fever'd dream, nor rudely wake
Thy wearied eye.
 Oh quit thy hold,
For thou art faint, and chill, and cold,
And long thy gasp and groan of pain
Have bound me pitying in thy chain,
Tho angels urge me hence to soar,
Where I shall share thine ills no more.
—Yet we shall meet. To soothe thy pain,
Remember,—we shall meet again.
Quell with this hope, the victor's sting,
And keep it as a signet-ring,
When the dire worm shall pierce thy breast,
And nought but ashes mark thy rest,
When stars shall fall, and skies grow dark,
And proud suns quench their glow-worm spark,
Keep thou that hope, to light thy gloom,
Till the last trumpet rends the tomb.
—Then shalt thou glorious rise, and fair,
Nor spot, nor stain, nor wrinkle bear,
And I, with hovering wing elate,
The bursting of thy bonds shall wait,
And breathe the welcome of the sky,—
"No more to part, no more to die,
Co-heir of Immortality."
# Zinzendorff and Other Poems/Female Education

FEMALE EDUCATION.
Addressed to a South American Poet.
Thou, of the living lyre,
Thou, of the lavish clime,
Whose mountains mix their lightning-fire
With the storm-cloud sublime,
We, of thy sister-land,
The empire of the free,
Joy as those patriot-breasts expand
With genial Liberty.
Thy flowers their fragrant breast
Unfold to catch its ray,
And Nature's velvet-tissued vest
With brighter tint is gay,
More blest thy rivers roll
Full tribute to the Sea,
And even Woman's cloister'd soul
Walks forth among the free.
Aid with thy tuneful strain
Her bold, adventurous way,
Bid the long-prisoned mind attain
A sphere of dazzling day,
Bid her unpinion'd foot
The cliffs of knowledge climb,
And search for Wisdom's sacred root
That mocks the blight of time.
Say,—"Break oblivion's sleep
And toil with florist's art,
To plant the germs of virtue deep
In childhood's fruitful heart,
To thee, the babe is given
Fair from its glorious Sire,
Go, nurse it for the King of Heaven,
And He will pay the hire."
# Zinzendorff and Other Poems/Filial Claims

FILIAL CLAIMS.
Who bendeth with meek eye, and bloodless cheek
Thus o'er the new-born babe? content to take
As payment for all agony and pain,
Its first soft kiss, its first breath on her brow,
The first faint pressure of its tiny hand?
It is not needful that I speak the name
Of that one being on this earth, whose love
Doth never faulter.
Answer me, young man,
Thou, who thro' chance and change of time hast trod
Thus far, when some with vengeful wrath have mark'd
Thy waywardness, or in thy time of woe
Deserted thee, or with a rainbow smile
Lur'd and forsook, or on thine errors scowl'd
With unforgiving memory,—did she?
Thy Mother?
 Child! in whose rejoicing heart
The cradle-scene is fresh, the lulling hymn
Still clearly echoed, when the blight of age
Withereth that bosom, where thine head doth lay,
When pain shall paralyze the arm that clasps
Thy form so tenderly, wilt thou forget?
Wilt thou be weary, tho' long years should ask
The patient offices of love to gird
A broken mind?
 Turn back the book of life
To its first page. What deep trace meets thee there?
Lines from a Mother's pencil. When her scroll
Of life is finish'd and the hand of Death
Stamps that strong seal, which none but God can break,
What should its last trace be?
 Thy bending form
In sleepless love, the dying couch beside,
Thy tender hand upon the closing eye,
Thy kiss upon the lips, thy prayer to Heaven,
The chasten'd rendering of thy filial trust,
Up to the white-wing'd angel ministry.