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# Proclamation 5091

Delivered on 6 September 1983.
By the President of the United States of America A Proclamation
One of the great blessings of life is to be able to move at will from place to place unhampered by fear for one's personal safety. For those who are blind, the white cane helps to make such freedom of movement possible. It enables the blind to use our streets and public facilities with maximum safety and thereby know the joys of self-reliance and independence and experience a more fulfilling life.
All Americans should be aware of the significance of the white cane and extend every courtesy and consideration to the men and women who carry it. In this way, we respect the privacy of the visually disabled and contribute to enlarging their mobility and independence.
In recognition of the significance of the white cane, the Congress, by a joint resolution approved October 6, 1964 (78 Stat. 1003), has authorized and requested the President to proclaim October 15 of each year as White Cane Safety Day.
Now, Therefore, I, Ronald Reagan, President of the United States of America, do hereby proclaim October 15, 1983, as White Cane Safety Day. I urge all Americans to mark this occasion by giving greater consideration to the special needs of the visually disabled, and, particularly, to observe White Cane Safety Day with activities that contribute to maximum independent use of our streets and public facilities by our visually handicapped.
In Witness Whereof, I have hereunto set my hand this 6th day of Sept., in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred and eightythree, and of the Independence of the United States of America the two hundred and eighth.
RONALD REAGAN
[Filed with the Office of the Federal Register, 11:12 a.m., September 7, 1983]
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# Promotion of Access to Information Act, 2000/Versions

Various versions of the Promotion of Access to Information Act, 2000, exist:
* as enacted on 3 February 2000.
* as amended on 7 December 2001 by the Judicial Matters Amendment Act, 2001.
* as amended on 15 January 2003 by the Promotion of Access to Information Amendment Act, 2002.
* as amended on 3 February 2003 by the Financial Intelligence Centre Act, 2001.
* as amended on 31 March 2005 by the Judicial Matters Second Amendment Act, 2003.
* as amended on 17 February 2009 by the Judicial Matters Amendment Act, 2008.
* as amended on 22 January 2014 by the Judicial Matters Amendment Act, 2013, and currently in force.
# Punch/Volume 147/Issue 3824/Stick to it, Right Wing

STICK TO IT, RIGHT WING!
(A few suggested official communiqués, respectfully offered to the authorities in Paris.)
Monday.
Enemy, towards Lassigny, made attack, But after suffering heavy loss withdrew. We have made progress near to Berry-au-Bac, And on our right wing there is nothing new.
Tuesday.
Near the Argonne we had a slight reverse (Though what the Germans said is quite untrue). Along the Meuse things seem a little worse, But on our right wing there is nothing new.
Wednesday.
We gather that sensational reports Announced the fall of Antwerp ere 'twas due; There's still resistance in some Antwerp forts, And on our right wing there is nothing new.
Thursday.
Our left is making progress, and it looks (For the straight line is getting very skew) As if our forces might surround von Kluck's. Meantime, on right wing there is nothing new.
Friday.
Fighting in centre; German loss immense; Our casualties, it seems, were very few. All up the left wing Germans very dense; May they remain so! Right wing, nothing new.
Saturday.
In some few places we have given ground; In several others we have broken through. Our left is still by way of working round, And on our right wing there is nothing new.
Sunday.
On our left wing the state of things remains Unaltered, on a general review. Our losses in the centre match our gains, And on our right wing there is nothing new.
L'Envoi.
So it goes on. But there may come a day When Wilhelm's cheek assumes a different hue, And bulletins are rounded off this way:— "And on the right wing there is something now."
# Punch/Volume 147/Issue 3824/The Great Shock

THE GREAT SHOCK.
(Or a tragic result of Armageddon as gleaned from the Evening Press.)
No more the town discusses The Halls and what will win; Now stifled are the wags' tones On Piccadilly's flagstones, And half the motor-buses Have started for Berlin.
New eyes to war adapting We stare at the Gazette; Yon eager-faced civilian, When posters flaunt vermilion And boys say "Paper, capting," Replies "Not captain—yet."
"Remains," I asked, "no station Of piping peace and sport? Oh yes. Though kings may tumble, No howitzers can rumble, No sounds but cachinnation Can boom from Darling's Court.
"That garden of the Graces Can hear no cannon roar; From that dear island valley No bruit of arms can sally, But men must burst their braces With laughter as of yore.
"While dogs of war are snarling His wit shall sweep away Bellona's ominous vapour;" Therefore I bought a paper To see what Justice Darling Happened to have to say.
In vain his humour sortied, In vain with spurts of glee Like field-guns on the trenches He raked the crowded benches; My evening print reported No kind of casualty.
No prisoner howled and hooted, No strong policemen tore With helpless mirth their jackets, There was not even in brackets This notice: "(Laughter—muted In deference to the war.")
Evoe.
# Punch/Volume 147/Issue 3824/The Greater Game

THE GREATER GAME.
Mr. Punch (to Professional Association Player). "NO DOUBT YOU CAN MAKE MONEY IN THIS FIELD, MY FRIEND, BUT THERE'S ONLY ONE FIELD TO-DAY WHERE YOU CAN GET HONOUR."
[The Council of the Football Association apparently proposes to carry out the full programme of the Cup Competition, just as if the country did not need the services of all its athletes for the serious business of War.]
# Punch/Volume 147/Issue 3824/The Sunday Evening Edition

THE SUNDAY EVENING EDITION.
Mrs. Henry looked up. "I think I hear that boy again selling evening papers," she said. "I suppose they must come off the 9.5 train. But it's a strange thing to happen on a Sunday—here."
The Reverend Henry was already at the window. He threw it up and leaned out.
"One can't approve of it, but I suppose in war time—" Mrs. Henry was beginning when her husband cut her short. "Hush—I'm trying to hear what he is saying. I wish boys could be taught to speak distinctly." There was a pause.
"I can't make him out." The Reverend Henry's head reappeared between the curtains. "It's really most exasperating; I'd give a lot to know if the Belgian army got out of Antwerp before it fell."
"Couldn't you shout down and ask him?"
"No, no. I cannot be discovered interrogating urchins about secular affairs from a second storey window on Sunday evening. Still, I'd like to know."
The Reverend Henry perambulated the room with knitted brow.
"I never bought a Sunday paper of any sort in my life. Never."
"I suppose one must have some principles," said his wife.
"But it's enormously important, you know. They may easily have been surrounded and captured." He returned to the window. "Hullo, he's gone to the door. I say, Cook has bought one. This is exciting. I should never have thought Cook would have done that."
"It raises rather a nice point," said Mrs. Henry.
The Reverend Henry returned resolutely to his book. The shouts of the newsvendor died away.
"We must not forget," said the Reverend Henry irrelevantly, that Cook is a Dissenter." Then suddenly he broke out. "I wish I know," he said. "I am not paying the least attention to this book and I shan't sleep well, and I shall get up about two hours before the morning paper arrives, and be restive till I know whether the Belgians got out. But what am I to do? I can't ask Cook." in
"I might go down," his wife volunteered. I needn't say anything about about it, you know. I could just stroll about the kitchen and change the orders for breakfast. The paper is pretty sure to be lying about. There may be headlines."
"No," said the Reverend Henry with determination, "I really cannot consent to it."
"Well, I may as well go to bed. Don't sit up late."
The Reverend Henry did sit up rather late. He was wide awake and ill at ease. At last he listened intently at the door and then took a candle and stole down the passage.
The Reverend Henry had not been in his own kitchen for close upon ten years, and he did not know the way about very well. He had adventures and some moments of rigid suspense while the clatter of a kicked coal-scuttle died away in the distance. But when at last he crept noiselessly up-stairs he was assured of a good night's rest.
"What a mess your hands are in," said Mrs. Henry sleepily.
"Yes," said Henry. "That miserable woman had used it to lay the fire. But it's all right. They did get out—most of them."
# Punch/Volume 147/Issue 3824/The Southdowns

THE SOUTHDOWNS.
The Grey Men of the South
They look to glim of seas,
This gentle day of drouth
And sleepy Autumn bees,
Pale skies and wheeling hawk
And scent of trodden thyme,
Brown butterflies and chalk
And the sheep-bells' chime.
The Grey Men they are old,
Ah, very old they be;
They've stood upside the wold
Since all eternity;
They standed in a ring
And the elk-bull roared to them
When Solomon was king
In famed Jerusalem.
King Solomon was wise;
He was King David's son;
He lifted up his eyes
To see his hill-tops run;
And his old heart found cheer,
As yours and mine may do
On these grey days, my dear,
Nor'-East of Piddinghooe.
# Punch/Volume 147/Issue 3824/To the Enemy on his Achievement

TO THE ENEMY, ON HIS ACHIEVEMENT.
Now wanes the third moon since your conquering host Was to have laid our weakling army low, And walked through France at will. For that loud boast What have you got to show?
A bomb that chipped a tower of Notre Dame, Leaving its mark like trippers' knives that scar The haunts of beauty—that's the best réclame You have achieved so far.
Paris, that through her humbled Triumph-Arch Was doomed to see you tread your fathers' tracks— Paris, your goal, now lies a six days' march Behind your homing backs.
Pressed to the borders where you lately passed Bulging with insolence and fat with pride, You stake your all upon a desperate cast To stem the gathering tide.
Eastward the Russian draws you to his fold, Content, on his own ground, to bide his day, Out of whose toils not many feet of old Found the returning way.
And still along the seas our watchers keep Their grip upon your throat with bands of steel, While that Armada, which should rake the deep, Skulks in its hole at Kiel.
So stands your record—stay, I cry you grace— I wronged you. There is Belgium, where your sword Has bled to death a free and gallant race Whose life you held in ward;
Where on your trail the smoking land lies bare Of hearth and homestead, and the dead babe clings About its murdered mother's breast—ah, there, Yes, you have done great things!
O. S.
# Punch/Volume 147/Issue 3824/The Slump in Crime

THE SLUMP IN CRIME.
"Praise is due to criminals," remarked Mr. Robert Wallace, K.C., at the London Sessions, "for the self-control they are exercising during this period of stress and anxiety."
It is to be feared that Mr. Wallace's views are not entirely shared by the legal profession. As the junior partner in Mowlem & Mowlem confided to our representative: "That's all very fine, but what's to become of us? Not a burglar on our books for the last six weeks. Not a confidence man; not a coiner; not a note expert. And they had the opportunity of their lives with the John Bradbury notes! We shall have to shut up our office, and then what's to become of our clerk? What's to become of our charwoman? I ask you, what's to become of our charwoman's poor old husband dependent on her? No, let's have patriotism in its right place!"
An old-established firm of scientific implement merchants showed even more indignation. "We had taken our place in the firing-line in the War on Germany's Trade," they declared. "We had made arrangements for home manufacture to supplant the alien jemmy. No British burglar would need to be equipped with anything but all-British implements, tuened out in British factories and giving employment to British workmen only. And now what do we find? The market has gone to pot. Yes, Sir, to pot. And that's the reward for our patriotic efforts!"
Opinions of other representative men in the criminological world have reached us in response to telegrams (reply paid):—
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle: "Ruin stares me in the face."
Mr. Gerald du Maurier: "Have decided to suppress Raffles for the period of the War."
Mr. Raffles: "Have decided to suppress Gerald du Maurier for the period of the war."
Mr. G. K. Chesterton: "Have always maintained that patriotism is the curse of the criminal classes. Will contribute ten guineas to National Fund for Indigent Burglars Whose Front Name Is Not William."
Crown Prince Wilhelm: "Have nothing to give away to the Press."
Mr. George Bernard Shaw: "My first telegram for three months. To be a criminal needs brains. There are no English criminals."
# Railroad Commission of Texas v. Pullman Company

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Railroad Commission v. Pullman Co., 312 U.S. 496 (1941), was a case in which the United States Supreme Court determined that it was appropriate for United States federal courts to abstain from hearing a case in order to allow state courts to decide substantial Constitutional issues that touch upon sensitive areas of state social policy. Warning: template has been deprecated.
United States Supreme Court
312 U.S. 496
Railroad Commission of Texas v. Pullman Company
Argued: Feb. 4, 1941. --- Decided: March 3, 1941
Appeal from the District Court of the United States for the Western District of Texas.
Mr. Cecil A. Morgan, of Fort Worth, Tex., for appellants, Cunningham et al.
Mr. Cecil C. Rotsch, of Fort Worth, Tex., for appellants, Railroad Commission of Texas et al.
Mr. Ireland Graves, of Austin, Tex., for appellees.
Mr. Justice FRANKFURTER delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Railroad Commission of Texas v. Rowan & Nichols Oil Company

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United States Supreme Court
310 U.S. 573
Railroad Commission of Texas v. Rowan & Nichols Oil Company
Argued: April 24, 25, 1940. --- Decided: June 3, 1940
As Modified on Denial of Petition for Rehearing Oct. 21, 1940.
Mr. James P. Hart, of Austin, Tex., for petitioners.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 574-575 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Dan Moody, of Austin, Tex., for respondent.
[Argument of Counsel from Page 576 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice FRANKFURTER delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Railroad Commission of Wisconsin v. Maxcy

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* Railroad Commission of Wisconsin v. Maxcy (281 U.S. 82)
* Railroad Commission of Wisconsin v. Maxcy (282 U.S. 249)
# Railroad Commission of Wisconsin v. Maxcy (281 U.S. 82)

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United States Supreme Court
281 U.S. 82
Railroad Commission of Wisconsin v. Maxcy
Argued: March 6, 1930. --- Decided: March 12, 1930
Messrs. Suel O. Arnold, Adolph Kanneberg, and John W. Reynolds, all of Madison, Wis., for appellants.
PER CURIAM.

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# Railroad Commission of Wisconsin v. Maxcy (281 U.S. 82)/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
281 U.S. 82
Railroad Commission of Wisconsin v. Maxcy
Argued: March 6, 1930. --- Decided: March 12, 1930
This is an appeal from the decree of the District Court, composed of three judges as required by the statute, enjoining the appellants from enforcing an order of the Railroad Commission of Wisconsin fixing rates to be charged by the receiver of the Washburn Water Works Company for supplying water. The District Court gave no opinion and, aside from the general recital in the decree that the court had considered the evidence submitted by the parties and that it appeared therefrom that the valuation fixed by the Railroad Commission of the property of the company for rate-making purposes was not supported, the record contains no finding whatever by the District Court.
This court has repeatedly adverted to the importance in a suit of this character of a statement by the District Court of the grounds of its decision. Virginian Railway Co. v. United States, 272 U.S. 658, 674, 675, 47 S.C.t. 222, 71 L. Ed. 463; Lawrence et al. v. St. Louis-San Francisco Railway Co., 274 U.S. 588, 596, 47 S.C.t. 720, 724, 71 L. Ed. 1219; Cleveland, etc., Ry. Co. v. United States, 275 U.S. 404, 414, 48 S.C.t. 189, 72 L. Ed. 338; Baltimore & Ohio Railroad Co. v. United States, 279 U.S. 781, 787, 49 S.C.t. 492, 73 L. Ed. 954.
In Lawrence et al. v. St. Louis-San Francisco Railway Co., supra, the court said: 'The importance of an opinion to litigants and to this court in cases of this character was pointed out in Virginian Ry. Co. v. United States, 272 U.S. 658, 675, 47 S.C.t. 222, 71 L. Ed. 463. The importance is even greater where the decree enjoins the enforcement of a state law or the action of state officials thereunder. For then the respect due to the state demands that the need for nullifying the action of its Legislature or of its executive officials be persuasively shown.'
In the present instance this court should have the aid of appropriate findings by the District Court of the facts which underlie its conclusions.
The decree is set aside, and the cause is remanded to the District Court, specially constituted as provided by the statute, to state its findings of fact and conclusions of law and enter a decree thereon, the restraining order entered in this suit to be continued pending further action by the District Court.

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# Railroad Commission of Wisconsin v. Maxcy (282 U.S. 249)

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United States Supreme Court
282 U.S. 249
Railroad Commission of Wisconsin v. Maxcy
Argued: Nov. 24, 1930. ---
Messrs. Suel O. Arnold and John W. Reynolds, both of Madison, Wis., for appellants.
Mr. Robert M. Rieser, of Madison, Wis., for appellees.
Mr. Justice McREYNOLDS delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Punch/Volume 147/Issue 3830/A Servant of the King

A SERVANT OF THE KING.
"Your King and country need You."
"Lor!"
Tilda Perkins, her cap awry and a smudge on her diminutive nose, came to a sudden halt, arrested by the staring blue type.
"Your King and country need you."
That personal appeal drove straight home. Tilda's heart swelled; a flush of excitement invaded her cheeks. "
"Bless 'em! They shall 'ave me," she vowed in a fervour of self-immolation.
Tightly clutching the newspaper containing her master's breakfast haddock she scudded off, ablaze with patriotic fire.
"There 'tis, Ma'am," she gasped breathlessly, plumping down her burden on the kitchen table. "An' now I'm goin'."
"Going! Where?"
"To King George, God bless 'im. The poster ses 'e wants me."
Her mistress shook a regretful head.
"No, Tilda. It's not you and I he wants."
Gloom unutterable descended upon Tilda as her mistress expounded the situation.
"Men 'as all the luck," she jerked out. "I ain't surprised them Suffera-jettes got sick o' things."
A pause.
"Still, I s'pose it ain't King George's fault. I'll 'elp 'im out as well as I can," she announced.
It was a resolute Tilda who awaited her swain at the kitchen door that night.
"Take off yer shoes," she said abruptly.
Jem obeyed.
"'Old up yer 'ead. Don't loll," came the sharp command.
Jem drew himself up to attention, and Tilda manipulated an inch tape.
"Sixty-three inches an' a bit. Twelves into sixty go five. Five feet three an' a scrap. You'll jest do," she said with a complacent nod.
Jem, motionless, but turning a fine blush-rose under the touch of the busy fingers, levelled an enquiring gaze at the preoccupied face.
"I'm giving you to King George," remarked Tilda. "I'm sorry you ain't taller, but he'll understand I've done the best I can for 'im," she added with a little sigh.
"But—but—" faltered Jem.
"There ain't no buts about it," broke in Tilda with swift asperity. "Think what you'd feel like if you was me."
"Why, it's you a-sendin' me," protested Jem. "I won't go if you don't want me to leave yer."
Tilda flung back her head with an impatient snort at man's obtuseness.
"You don't s'pose I'm whinin' cos you're goin', do you?" she demanded.
An abashed Jem diminished perceptibly.
"Well, why then?" he asked humbly.
"Cos I can't go, stoopid. It ain't fair."
# Punch/Volume 147/Issue 3830/A Soldier's Servant

A SOLDIER'S SERVANT.
Dear Mr. Punch,—I am only a dog, but as you have a dog of your own you will be able to sympathise with me and understand my feelings. If you don't, ask him and he will explain.
My master tells me he is going to a place called The Front, and he seems awfully pleased with the idea. But my mistress is not pleased at all, though she tries to smile and look happy when he talks about it. All the same, I have found her several times crying quietly by herself, and have had to lick her face thoroughly all over in order to cheer her up.
At first, when my master told me he was going to this mysterious place, I simply barked and wagged my tail and jumped about, because, of course, I thought I was going there too, and it doesn't matter to me where he goes as long as I go with him. Imagine therefore my feelings when it gradually leaked out that I was to be left behind. When the truth dawned upon me I was so upset that I lay for a whole day on the doorstep in a dazed condition, whilst several cats who knew me well came and washed themselves carefully right under my nose. I hardly saw them, though of course I couldn't help smelling them.
You see, Mr. Punch, what made me feel so very bad was that I had found out something about The Front from other dogs. It appears that it is a very dangerous place, full of what they call Germans, where he would need me to look after him much more than he does at home. Why then not take me? I cannot understand it at all. I can fight. Ask the dog at the house at the corner of our road what he thinks, and just take a look at his ears. They speak for themselves.
Then, again, I can hear and smell a great deal better than my master, and could keep watch while he is asleep (I am told he will have to sleep in a ditch!), and after one or two sniffs and bites I should soon learn to tell a German.
In time of danger the place of every English dog is by his master's side, and he doesn't mind dying there either. Can't you help us to get to The Front with our masters?
Yours faithfully,
A Very Sad Dog.
P.S.—I enclose untouched one of the most delicious bones I have ever smelt—not necessarily for publication but as a guarantee of good faith.
# Punch/Volume 147/Issue 3830/A Chronic Complaint

A CHRONIC COMPLAINT.
Aide-de-Camp. "'THE ENGLISH FORCE, SO PLEASE YOU.'"
Kaiser. "'TAKE THY FACE HENCE... I AM SICK AT HEART.'"
(Macbeth, Act V., Sc. 3.)