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# Executive Order 11617

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See the Notes section for a listing of Executive Orders affected by or related to the issuance of this Executive Order.
Signed by President Richard Nixon Thursday, September 2, 1971
Federal Register page & date: 36 FR 17813, Saturday, September 4, 1971
Executive Order 11617 of September 2, 1971
Amending Executive Order No. 11615, Providing for Stabilization of Prices, Rents, Wages, and Salaries
By virtue of the authority vested in me by the Constitution and statutes of the United States, including the Economic Stabilization Act of 1970 (P.L. 91-379, 84 Stat. 799), section 2(b) of Executive Order No. 11615 of August 15, 1971, is amended by inserting after the comma following the words “the Secretary of Labor”, the following: “the Secretary of Housing and Urban Development,”.

## Notes

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### Amends

* Executive Order 11615, August 15, 1971

### Superseded by

* Executive Order 11627, October 15, 1971
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# Executive Order 116

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Signed by President William McKinley Saturday, May 13, 1899
In the exercise of the power conferred upon me by the joint resolution of Congress, approved by the President on July 7, 1898, entitled "Joint Resolution to provide for annexing the Hawaiian Islands to the United States" the President of the United States hereby directs that the General Election provided for by the constitution of the Republic of Hawaii to be held on the last Wednesday in September next shall not be held. All elective officers whose terms of office shall expire before appropriate legislation shall have been enacted by the Congress of the United States shall be continued in their offices at the pleasure of the President of the United States.
In witness whereof I have caused the seal of the United States to be hereunto affixed.
Executive Mansion,
    May 13, 1899.
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# Executive Order 1160

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Signed by President William H. Taft Monday, January 31, 1910
1910 CSR 112
Mr. J. F. Boepple may be appointed to the position of shell expert at $1,200 per annum in the Biological Station, Fairport, Iowa, Bureau of Fisheries, Department of Commerce and Labor, without examination under the civil-service rules.
The White House,
    January 31, 1910.
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# Executive Order 11601

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Signed by President Richard Nixon Tuesday, June 29, 1971
Federal Register page & date: 36 FR 12473, Thursday, July 1, 1971
By virtue of the authority vested in me by section 301 of title 3 of the United States Code, and as President of the United States, section 1 of Executive Order No. 11390 of January 22, 1968, is amended by adding thereto the following:
"(15) The authority vested in the President by section 6386(c) of title 10, United States Code, to suspend, during a war or national emergency, certain provisions of law relative to the mandatory retirement or separation of officers of the Navy and Marine Corps."
The White House
    June 29, 1971
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# Encyclopædia Britannica, Ninth Edition/Delia

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​DELIA, a festival of Apollo held in Delos. It included athletic and musical contests, for which the prize was a branch of the sacred palm. This festival was said to have been established by Theseus when returning from. Crete. The Athenians took special interest in maintaining its splendour.
# Encyclopædia Britannica, Ninth Edition/Delta

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DELTA. See Physical Geography.
# Encyclopædia Britannica, Ninth Edition/Demades

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DEMADES, an orator and demagogue who flourished in the 4th century B.C. He was originally of humble position, and was employed at one time as a common sailor, but he rose partly by his eloquence and partly by his unscrupulous character to a prominent position at Athens. He espoused the cause of Philip in the war against Olynthus, and was thus brought into bitter and life-long enmity with Demosthenes. Notwithstanding his sympathies he fought against the Macedonians in the battle of Chæronea, after which he was instrumental in procuring a treaty of peace between Macedon and Athens through his influence with Philip. He continued to be a favourite of Alexander, and, prompted by a bribe, saved Demosthenes and the other obnoxious Athenian orators from his vengeance. His conduct in supporting the Macedonian cause, yet receiving any bribes that were offered by the opposite party, caused him to be heavily fined more than once; and his flagrant disregard of law and honour ultimately led the citizens of Athens to pass upon him the sentence of atimia. This was recalled in 322 on the approach of Antipater, to whom the citizens sent Demades and Phocion as ambassadors. Before setting out he persuaded the citizens to pass sentence of death upon Demosthenes and his followers who had fled from Athens. Harpalus and Antipater both succeeded in bribing him to their cause; but the latter, discovering while Demades was with him on another embassy in 318 a correspondence which showed him to have been at the same time in communication with Perdiccas, put him to death along with his son Demeas. A fragment of a speech bearing his name is to be found in the Oratores Attici, but its genuineness is exceedingly doubtful.
# Encyclopædia Britannica, Ninth Edition/Delitzsch

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DELITZSCH, a town of Prussia, in the province of Saxony, at the head of a district in the department of Merseburg, situated on the Lober, an affluent of the Mulde, 12 miles north of Leipsic at a railway junction. Its public buildings comprise an old castle of the 14th century now used as a female penitentiary, one Roman Catholic and three Protestant churches, a normal college (Schullehrerseminar) established in 1873, and several other educational institutions. Besides Kuhschwanz, a peculiar kind of beer, it manufactures tobacco, cigars, shoes, and hosiery; and coal-mining is carried en in the neighbourhood. Originally a settlement of the Sorbian Wends, and in the 12th century part of the possessions of the bishops of Merseburg, Delitzsch ultimately passed to the Sachsen-Merseburg family, and on their extinction in 1738 was incorporated with Electoral Saxony. Ehrenberg, the famous naturalist, was born in the town in 1795. Population in 1875, 8235.
# Encyclopædia Britannica, Ninth Edition/Delphinia

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DELPHINIA, a festival of Apollo held annually on the 7th of the month Munychion (April) at Athens, where he was styled Delphinios. All that is known of the ceremonies is that a number of girls proceeded to his temple carrying suppliants branches and seeking to propitiate Apollo, probably as a god having influence on the sea. It was at this time of year that navigation opened again after the storms of winter.
# Felicia Hemans in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine Volume 30 1831/To a Butterfly near a Tomb

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 30, Page 530
TO A BUTTERFLY NEAR A TOMB,
BY MRS HEMANS.
I stood where the lip of Song lay low,
Where the dust was heavy on Beauty's brow;
Where stillness hung on the heart of Love,
And a marble weeper kept watch above.
I stood in the silence of lonely thought,
While Song and Love in my own soul wrought;
Though each unwhisper'd, each dimm'd with fear,
Each but a banish'd spirit here.
Then didst thou pass me in radiance by,
Child of the Sunshine, young Butterfly! Thou that dost bear, on thy fairy wing,
No burden of inborn suffering!
Thou wert flitting past that solemn tomb, Over a bright world of joy and bloom; And strangely I felt, as I saw thee shine,
The all that sever'd thy life and mine.
Mine, with its hidden mysterious things,
Of Love and Grief, its unsounded springs,
And quick thoughts, wandering o'er earth and sky,
With voices to question Eternity!
Thine, on its reckless and glancing way,
Like an embodied breeze at play!
Child of the Sunshine, thou wing'd and free,
One moment—one moment—I envied thee!
Thou art not lonely, though born to roam,
Thou hast no longings that pine for home;
Thou seek'st not the haunts of the bee and bird,
To fly from the sickness of Hope deferr'd.
In thy brief being no strife of mind,
No boundless passion, is deeply shrined;
But I—as I gazed on thy swift flight by,
One hour of my soul seem’d Infinity!
Yet, ere I turned from that silent place,
Or ceased from watching thy joyous race,
Thou, even Thou, on those airy wings,
Didst waft me visions of brighter things!
Thou, that dost image the freed soul's birth,
And its flight away o'er the mists of earth,
Oh! fitly Thou shinest mid flowers that rise
Round the dark chamber where Genius lies!
# Felicia Hemans in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine Volume 30 1831/The Freed Bird

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 30, Pages 699-700
THE FREED BIRD,
By Mrs Hemans.
Swifter far than summer's flight,
Swifter far than youth's delight,
Swifter far than happy night,
Thou art come and gone!
As the earth when leaves are dead,
As the night when sleep is sped,
As the heart when joy is fled, I am left here, alone!
Shelley.
Return, return, my Bird!
 I have dress'd thy cage with flowers,
'Tis lovely as a violet bank
 In the heart of forest bowers.
"I am free, I am free, I return no more!
The weary time of the cage is o'er!
Through the rolling clouds I can soar on high,
The sky is around me, the blue bright sky!
"The hills lie beneath me, spread far and clear,
With their glowing heath-flowers and bounding deer
I see the waves flash on the sunny shore—
I am free, I am free—I return no more!"
Alas, alas, my Bird!
 Why seek'st thou to be free?
Wer’t thou not blest in thy little bower,
 When thy song breathed nought but glee?
"Did my song of the summer breathe nought but glee?
Did the voice of the captive seem sweet to thee?
—Oh! had'st thou known its deep meaning well!
It had tales of a burning heart to tell!
"From a dream of the forest that music sprang,
Through its notes the peal of a torrent rang;
And its dying fall, when it sooth'd thee best,
Sigh'd for wild flowers and a leafy nest."
Was it with thee thus, my Bird?
 Yet thine eye flash'd clear and bright!
I have seen the glance of sudden joy
 In its quick and dewy light.
"It flash'd with the fire of a tameless race,
With the soul of the wild wood, my native place! With the spirit that panted through heaven to soar—
Woo me not back—I return no more!
"My home is high, amidst rocking trees,
My kindred things are the star and breeze,
And the fount uncheck'd in its lonely play,
And the odours that wander afar, away!"
Farewell, farewell, then, Bird!
 I have call'd on spirits gone,
And it may be they joy'd like thee to part,
 Like thee, that wert all my own!
"If they were captives, and pined like me,
Though Love might guard them, they joy'd to be free!
They sprang from the earth with a burst of power,
To the strength of their wings, to their triumph's hour!
"Call them not back when the chain is riven,
When the way of the pinion is all through heaven!
Farewell!—With my song through the clouds I soar,
I pierce the blue skies—I am Earth's no more!"
# Felicia Hemans in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine Volume 31 1832/Let us Depart!

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 31, Pages 218-219
LET US DEPART!
BY MRS HEMANS.
Louder and louder, gathering round, there wander'd
Over the oracular woods and divine sea,
Prophesyings which grew articulate.—Shelley.
Night hung on Salem's towers,
 And a brooding hush profound
Lay where the Roman Eagle shone,
 High o'er the tents around—
The tents that rose by thousands,
 In the moonlight glimmering pale;
Like white waves of a frozen sea,
 Filling an Alpine vale.
And the temple's massy shadow
 Fell broad, and dark, and still;
In peace, as if the Holy One
 Yet watch'd his chosen hill.
But a fearful sound was heard
 In that old fane's deepest heart,
As if mighty wings rush'd by,
 And a dread voice raised the cry,
 "Let us depart!"
Within the fated city
 Ev’n then fierce discord raved,
Though through night's heaven the comet-sword
 Its vengeful token waved.
There were shouts of kindred warfare
 Through the dark streets ringing high,
Though every sign was full which told
 Of the bloody vintage nigh:
Though the wild red spear and arrows
 Of many a meteor host,
Went flashing o'er the holy stars,
 In the sky now seen, now lost.
And that fearful sound was heard
 In the temple's deepest heart,
As if mighty wings rush'd by,
 And a voice cried mournfully,
 "Let us depart!"
But within the fated city
 There was revelry that night;
The wine-cup and the timbrel note,
 And the blaze of banquet light.
The footsteps of the dancer
 Went bounding through the hall,
And the music of the dulcimer
 Summon'd to festival.
While the clash of brother-weapons
 Made lightning in the air,
And the dying at the palace-gates
 Lay down in their despair.
And that fearful sound was heard
 At the temple's thrilling heart;
As if mighty wings rush'd by,
 And a dread voice raised the cry—
 "Let us depart!"
# Felicia Hemans in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine Volume 31 1832/The Flower of the Desert

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 31, Pages 219-220
THE FLOWER OF THE DESERT.
BY MRS HEMANS.
"Who does not recollect the exultation of Vaillant over a flower in the torrid wastes of Africa?—The affecting mention of the influence of a flower upon his mind, by Mungo Park, in a time of suffering and despondency, in the heart of the same savage country, is familiar to every one."—Howitt's Book of the Seasons.
Why art thou thus in thy beauty cast,
 O lonely, loneliest flower!
Where the sound of song hath never pass'd,
 From human hearth or bower?
I pity thee, for thy heart of love,
 For thy glowing heart, that fain
Would breathe out joy with each wind to rove—
 In vain, lost thing! in vain!
I pity thee for thy wasted bloom,
 For thy glory's fleeting hour,
For the desert place, thy living tomb—
 O lonely, loneliest flower!
I said,—but a low voice made reply:
 "Lament not for the flower!
Though its blossom all unmark'd must die,
 They have had a glorious dower
"Though it bloom afar from the minstrel's way
 And the paths where lovers tread,
Yet strength and hope, like an inborn day,
 By its odours have been shed.
"Yes! dews more sweet than ever fell
 O'er island of the blest,
Were shaken forth, from its perfumed bell,
 On a suffering human breast.
"A wanderer came, as a stricken deer,
 O'er the waste of burning sand,
He bore the wound of an Arab spear,
 He fled from a ruthless band.
"And dreams of home, in a troubled tide,
 Swept o'er his darkening eye,
As he lay down by the fountain side,
 In his mute despair to die.
"But his glance was caught by the desert's flower,  The precious boon of heaven!
And sudden hope, like a vernal shower,
 To his fainting heart was given.
"For the bright flower spoke of One above;
 Of the Presence, felt to brood,
With a spirit of pervading love,
 O'er the wildest solitude.
"Oh! the seed was thrown these wastes among,
 In a blest and gracious hour!
For the lorn one rose, in heart made strong,
 By the lonely, loneliest flower!"
# Felicia Hemans in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine Volume 31 1832/The Free'd Bird

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 31, Page 278
THE FREE'D BIRD.
BY MRS HEMANS.
Return, return, my Bird!
 I have dress'd thy cage with flowers,
'Tis lovely as a violet bank
 In the heart of forest bowers.
"I am free, I am free, I return no more!
The weary time of the cage is o’er!
Through the rolling clouds I can soar on high,
The sky is around me, the blue bright sky!
"The hills lie beneath me, spread far and clear,
With their glowing heath-flowers and bounding deer;
I see the waves flash on the sunny shore—
I am free, I am free—I return no more!"
Alas, alas, my Bird!
 Why seek'st thou to be free?
Wer’t thou not blest in thy little bower,
 When thy song breathed nought but glee?
"Did my song of the summer breathe nought but glee?
Did the voice of the captive seem sweet to thee?
—O! hadst thou known its deep meaning well,
It had tales of a burning heart to tell!
"From a dream of the forest that music sprang,
Through its notes the peal of a torrent rang;
And its dying fall, when it sooth'd thee best,
Sigh'd for wild flowers and a leafy nest."
Was it with thee thus, my Bird?
 Yet thine eye flash'd clear and bright!
I have seen the glance of sudden joy
 In its quick and dewy light.
"It flash'd with the fire of a tameless race,
With the soul of the wild wood, my native place!
With the spirit that panted through heaven to soar—
Woo me not back—I return no more!
"My home is high, amidst rocking trees,
My kindred things are the star and the breeze,
And the fount uncheck'd in its lonely play,
And the odours that wander afar, away!"
Farewell, farewell, then, Bird!
 I have call'd on spirits gone,
And it may be they joy'd like thee to part,
Like thee, that wert all my own!
"If they were captives, and pined like me,
Though love may guard them, they joy'd to be free! They sprang from the earth with a burst of power,
To the strength of their wings, to their triumph's hour!"
"Call them not back when the chain is riven,
When the way of the pinion is all through heaven!
Farewell!—With my song through the clouds I soar, I pierce the blue skies—I am Earth's no more!"
# Felicia Hemans in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine Volume 31 1832/The Song of the Gifted

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 31, Pages 781-782
THE SONG OF THE GIFTED.
BY MRS HEMANS.
That voice re-measures
Whatever tones and melancholy pleasures
The things of mature utter: birds or trees,
Or where the tall grass 'mid the heath-plant waves,
Murmur and music thin of sudden breeze.
Coleridge.
I heard a song upon the wandering wind,
A song of many tones—though one full soul
Breathed through them all imploringly; and made
All nature as they pass'd, all quivering leaves
And low responsive reeds and waters thrill,
As with the consciousness of human prayer.
—At times the passion-kindled melody
Might seem to gush from Sappho's fervent heart,
Over the wild sea-wave;—at times the strain
Flow’d with more plaintive sweetness, as if born
Of Petrarch's voice, beside the lone Vaucluse;
And sometimes, with its melancholy swell,
A graver sound was mingled, a deep note
Of Tasso's holy lyre;—yet still the tones
Were of a suppliant;—"Leave me not!" was still The burden of their music; and I knew
The lay which genius, in its loneliness,
Its own still world amidst th' o'erpeopled world,
Hath ever breathed to Love.
 They crown me with the glistening crown,
 Borne from a deathless tree;
I hear the pealing music of renown—
 O Love! forsake me not
 Mine were a lone dark lot,
 Bereft of thee!
 They tell me that my soul can throw
 A glory o'er the earth;
From thee, from thee, is caught that golden glow!
 Shed by thy gentle eyes
 It gives to flower and skies,
 A bright, new birth!
 Thence gleams the path of morning,
Over the kindling hills, a sunny zone!
 Thence to its heart of hearts, the Rose is burning
 With lustre not its own!
 Thence every wood-recess
 Is fill'd with loveliness,
Each bower, to ringdoves and dim violets known.
 I see all beauty by the ray
That streameth from thy smile;
 Oh! bear it, bear it not away!
 Can that sweet light beguile?
 Too pure, too spirit-like, it seems,
 To linger long by earthly streams;
 I clasp it with th' alloy
 Of fear 'midst quivering joy,
Yet must I perish if the gift depart— Leave me not, Love! to mine own beating heart!
 The music from my lyre
With thy swift step would flee;
 The world's cold breath would quench the starry fire
In my deep soul—a temple fill'd with thee!
 Seal’d would the fountains lie,
 The waves of harmony,
Which thou alone canst free!
Like a shrine 'midst rocks forsaken,
 Whence the oracle hath fled;
Like a harp which none might waken
 But a mighty master dead;
Like the vase of a perfume scatter'd,
 Such would my spirit be;
So mute, so void, so shatter'd,
 Bereft of thee!
Leave me not, Love! or if this earth
 Yield not for thee a home,
If the bright summer-land of thy pure birth
 Send thee a silvery voice that whispers—"Come!"
Then, with the glory from the rose,
 With the sparkle from the stream,
With the light thy rainbow-presence throws
 Over the poet's dream;
 With all th' Elysian hues
 Thy pathway that suffuse,
 With joy, with music, from the fading grove,
 Take me, too, heavenward, on thy wing, sweet Love!
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Contents
| | Page |
| The Swan and the Skylark | 216-218 |
| Let us Depart! | 218-219 |
| The Flower of the Desert | 219-220 |
| The Painter's Last Work | 220-222 |
| The Free'd Bird | 278 |
| A Poet's Dying Hymn | 622-623 |
| The Song of the Gifted | 781-782 |
# Fighting the Flying Circus

World War One memoirs of Eddie Rickenbacker, World War I fighter ace and Medal of Honor recipient, published in 1919.
This etext has been provided by The War Times Journal.

### Contents

* Chapter 1: Introducing "Archy"
* Chapter 2: The Aerodrome
* Chapter 3: Our First Sorties
* Chapter 4: Downing My First Hun
* Chapter 5: Jimmy Meissner
* Chapter 6: Jimmy Hall's Last Flight
* Chapter 7: New Responsibilities
* Chapter 8: A Victory and a Narrow Escape
* Chapter 9: Down in Flames
* Chapter 10: Lufbery is Killed
* Chapter 11: Squadron Festivities
* Chapter 12: Jimmy Meissner Again
* Chapter 13: America's First Ace
* Chapter 14: Rumpler Number 16
* Chapter 15: Campbell's Last Flight
* Chapter 16: Becoming an Ace
* Chapter 17: A Perplexing Bank of Fog
* Chapter 18: Strafing the Drachen
* Chapter 19: The Château Thierry Salient
* Chapter 20: The Death of Quentin Roosevelt
* Chapter 21: The Flying Circus Scores Heavily
* Chapter 22: Our Spads Arrive
* Chapter 23: Back Close to Verdun
* Chapter 24: The St. Mihiel Drive
* Chapter 25: American Ace of Aces
* Chapter 26: Captain of the Hat-in-the-Ring Squadron
* Chapter 27: An Eventful "D" Day
* Chapter 28: Frank Luke Strafes His Last Balloon
* Chapter 29: A Night Mission
* Chapter 30: A Day's Work—Six Victories
* Chapter 31: Seeing the War
* Chapter 32: A Regular Dog-fight
* Chapter 33: An Aeroplane Movie Show
* Chapter 34: An Over-Zealous Ally
* Chapter 35: The End Draws Near
* Chapter 36: Last Victory of the Great War
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This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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