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# Smith v. O'Grady

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United States Supreme Court
312 U.S. 329
Smith v. O'Grady
Argued: Jan. 17, 1941. --- Decided: Feb 17, 1941
Mr. William L. Marbury, Jr., of Baltimore, Md., for petitioner.
Mr. C. S. Beck, of Lincoln, Neb., for respondent.
Mr. Justice BLACK delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

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# Smith v. Noble Drilling Corporation/Opinion of the Court

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* Case Syllabus
* Per Curiam Opinion of the Court
United States Supreme Court
390 U.S. 143
Smith v. Noble Drilling Corporation
The petition for a writ of certiorari to the Supreme Court of Louisiana is granted. The judgment below is vacated and the case is remanded to the Supreme Court of Louisiana for further consideration in light of Billiot v. Sewart Seacraft, Inc., 382 F.2d 662 (C.A. 5th Cir. 1967), and Loffland Brothers Co. v. Huckabee, 373 F.2d 528 (C.A. 5th Cir. 1967).

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# Smith v. Naphtaly

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United States Supreme Court
169 U.S. 365
Smith v. Naphtaly
Henry F. Crane, for appellant.
A. T. Britton and A. R. Browne, for appellee.
Mr. Justice PECKHAM delivered the opinion of the court.

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# Smith v. Ohio

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## Dissenting Opinion

    Marshall
United States Supreme Court
494 U.S. 541
Smith v. Ohio
No. 89-5999
Syllabus
As petitioner Smith was approached by two police officers, he threw the bag he was carrying onto his car's hood and, when asked, refused to reveal its contents. Although he attempted to protect the bag, one officer opened it and discovered drug paraphernalia that provided probable cause for Smith's arrest and evidence to support his conviction for drug abuse. The Ohio Supreme Court upheld the bag's warrantless search under the exception for searches incident to arrest, finding that the search was constitutional because its fruits justified the arrest that followed.
Held: A warrantless search providing probable cause for an arrest cannot be justified as an incident of that arrest. While the incident to arrest exception permits the police to search a lawfully arrested individual and areas within his immediate control, it does not permit them to search any citizen without a warrant or probable cause so long as an arrest follows. Contrary to the State's argument, a citizen who attempts to protect his private property from inspection, after throwing it on a car to respond to a police officer's inquiry, clearly has not abandoned his property.
Certiorari granted; 45 Ohio St. 3d 255, 544 N.E. 2d 239, reversed.
PER CURIAM.

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# Suum Cuique (Emerson, "Wilt thou seal up the avenues of ill")

* "Suum Cuique" in May-day and other pieces (1867)
* Suum Cuique in Poems (1904)
# Suydam v. Williamson

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* Suydam v. Williamson (61 U.S. 427)
* Suydam v. Williamson (65 U.S. 427)
See also Williamson v. Suydam.
# Sutton v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
256 U.S. 575
Sutton v. United States
Argued: April 29, 1921. --- Decided: June 1, 1921
[Syllabus from pages 575-576 intentionally omitted]
Messrs. John B. Sutton, of Tampa, Fia., and M. Walton Hendry, of Washington, D. C., for appellant.
Mr. Frank Davis, Jr., of Columbus, Ohio, for the United States.
Mr. Justice BRANDEIS delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Suum Cuique

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* Suum Cuique ("The rain has spoiled the farmer's day")
* Suum Cuique ("Wilt thou seal up the avenues of ill")
# Speech on the Capture of Saddam Hussein

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December 14, 2003
Good afternoon. Yesterday, December the 13th, at around 8:30 p.m. Baghdad time, United States military forces captured Saddam Hussein alive. He was found near a farmhouse outside the city of Tikrit, in a swift raid conducted without casualties. And now the former dictator of Iraq will face the justice he denied to millions.
The capture of this man was crucial to the rise of a free Iraq. It marks the end of the road for him, and for all who bullied and killed in his name. For the Baathist holdouts largely responsible for the current violence, there will be no return to the corrupt power and privilege they once held. For the vast majority of Iraqi citizens who wish to live as free men and women, this event brings further assurance that the torture chambers and the secret police are gone forever.
And this afternoon, I have a message for the Iraqi people: You will not have to fear the rule of Saddam Hussein ever again. All Iraqis who take the side of freedom have taken the winning side. The goals of our coalition are the same as your goals — sovereignty for your country, dignity for your great culture, and for every Iraqi citizen, the opportunity for a better life.
In the history of Iraq, a dark and painful era is over. A hopeful day has arrived. All Iraqis can now come together and reject violence and build a new Iraq.
The success of yesterday's mission is a tribute to our men and women now serving in Iraq. The operation was based on the superb work of intelligence analysts who found the dictator's footprints in a vast country. The operation was carried out with skill and precision by a brave fighting force. Our servicemen and women and our coalition allies have faced many dangers in the hunt for members of the fallen regime, and in their effort to bring hope and freedom to the Iraqi people. Their work continues, and so do the risks. Today, on behalf of the nation, I thank the members of our Armed Forces and I congratulate 'em.
I also have a message for all Americans: The capture of Saddam Hussein does not mean the end of violence in Iraq. We still face terrorists who would rather go on killing the innocent than accept the rise of liberty in the heart of the Middle East. Such men are a direct threat to the American people, and they will be defeated.
We've come to this moment through patience and resolve and focused action. And that is our strategy moving forward. The war on terror is a different kind of war, waged capture by capture, cell by cell, and victory by victory. Our security is assured by our perseverance and by our sure belief in the success of liberty. And the United States of America will not relent until this war is won.
May God bless the people of Iraq, and may God bless America.
Thank you.
# Suggestive programs for special day exercises/Thanksgiving Day/The Day We Love

Program suggests the singing of Nearer, my God, to Thee before this.
THE DAY WE LOVE.
M. J. B.
Of all the glad days of the year
 Thanksgiving Day's the best;
Then fun and joy run riot
 And sorrow is at rest.   We keep the day with feasting
 And enjoy it with a will,
From the poor man in the valley
 To the rich man on the hill.
What though the wind be chilly
 And clouds the sky may fill,
And all without be dreary.
 If the heart is happy still!
Then let us keep Thanksgiving
 And, looking through the years,
We'll labor ever onward.
 Unharmed by doubts or fears.
# Suggestive programs for special day exercises/Thanksgiving Day/The First Thanksgiving Day

THE FIRST THANKSGIVING DAY.
Children, do you know the story
 Of the first Thanksgiving Day,
Founded by our Pilgrim Fathers
 In that time so far away?
They had given for religion
Wealth and comfort—yes, and more,— Left their homes and friends and kindred,
 For a bleak and barren shore.
On New England's rugged headlands,
 Now where peaceful Plymouth lies,
There they built their rough log cabins,
 'Neath the cold, forbidding skies.
And too often e'en the bravest
 Felt his blood run cold with dread,
Lest the wild and savage red-man
 Burn the roof above his head.
Want and sickness, death and sorrow,
 Met their eyes on every hand;
And before the spring had reached them
 They had buried half their band.
But their noble, brave endurance
 Was not exercised in vain;
Summer brought them brighter prospects.
 Ripening seed and waving grain.
And the patient Pilgrim mothers,
 As the harvest time drew near.
Looked with happy, thankful faces
 At the full corn in the ear.
So the Governor, William Bradford,
 In the gladness of his heart.
To praise God for all his mercies,
 Set a special day apart.
That was in the autumn, children.
 Sixteen hundred twenty-one;
Scarce a year from when they landed.
 And the colony begun.
And now when in late November,
 Our Thanksgiving feast is spread,
'Tis the same time-honored custom
 Of those Pilgrims long since dead.
We shall never know the terrors
 That they braved years, years ago;
But for all their struggles gave us.
 We our gratitude can show.
And the children of New England,
 If they feast or praise or pray.
Should bless God for those brave Pilgrims,
 And their first Thanksgiving Day.
—Youth's Companion.
# Suggestive programs for special day exercises/Thanksgiving Day/Thanksgiving

THANKSGIVING.
PHOEBE CARY.
O men, grown sick with toil and care,
 Leave for awhile the crowded mart;
'O women, sinking with despair,
 Weary of limb and faint of heart,
Forget your years today and come
 As children back to childhood's home.
Follow again the winding rills.
 Go to the places where you went
When, climbing up the summer hills,
 In their green laps you sat content,
And softly leaned your head to rest
 On Nature's calm and peaceful breast.
Walk through the sere and fading wood,
 So slightly trodden by your feet,
When all you knew of life was good.
 And all you dreamed of life was sweet,
And ever fondly looking back
 O'er youthful love's enchanted track.
Taste the ripe fruits from the orchard boughs,
 Drink from the mossy well once more,
Breathe fragrance from the crowded mows
 With fresh, sweet clover running o'er.
And count the treasures at your feet.
 Of silver rye and golden wheat.
Go sit beside the hearth again.
 Whose circle once was glad and gay;
And if, from out the precious chain.
 Some shining links have dropped away,
Then guard with tender heart and hand
 The remnant of thy household band.
Draw near the board with plenty spread.
 And if, in the accustomed place.
You see the father's reverend head.
 Or mother's patient, loving face,
Whate'er your life may have of ill,
 Thank God that these are left you still.
And though where home has been you stand
 Today in alien loneliness;
Though you may clasp no brother's hand,
 And claim no sister's tender kiss;
Though with no friend nor lover nigh.
 The past is all your company.
Thank God for friends your life has known,
 For every dear, departed day;
The blessed past is safe alone—
 God gives, but does not take away;
He only safely keeps above
 For us the treasures that we love.
# Suggestive programs for special day exercises/Thanksgiving Day/Pen Picture of the First Thanks-giving

PEN PICTURE OF THE FIRST THANKSGIVING DAY.
'Tis the morn of the first Thanksgiving,
 The air it is crisp and cold.
The snow lies in drifts in the highways,
 The wind is cutting and bold.
From each lowly hut and cottage
 Unto the house of prayer.
With rifles upon their shoulders
 The pilgrims assemble there.
The dark, dreary winter is ended.
 The spring with its soft, gentle rain.
And the warm sunny days of the summer
 Had ripened the much needed grain.
Now each garner is bursting with plenty,
 Each heart, too, is filled with great joy.
This winter no famine will haunt them.
 No terror their thoughts will employ.
In the bleak little church in the village
 Are gathered stern men and fair maids.
Their praises are joyfully ringing
 And echo o'er high hills and glades.
Thus passed the first day of Thanksgiving,
 With thanks that e'er came from the heart;
And no matter how humble his station,
 Each person in them took his part.
—From American History Stories.
# Suggestive programs for special day exercises/Thanksgiving Day/Thanksgiving Hymn

THANKSGIVING HYMN.
(Air—"America.")
O thou, whose eye of love
 Looks on us from above
Low at thy throne
We come to thee and pray
That, gleaning clay by day.
Our grateful hearts alway
 Thy hand may own.
Thine are the waving fields,
Thy hand the harness yields;
 And unto thee
To whom for rain and dew.
And skies of sunny blue,
Our love and praise are due,
 We bend the knee.   And when beneath the trees
In fairer fields than these
 Our glad feet roam,
There where the bright harps ring,
May we our gleanings bring,
And in thy presence sing
 Our harvest home.
—From Song Budget.
# Suggestive programs for special day exercises/State Flower

THE DAINTY STATE FLOWER.
BY AN EX-WOLVERINE.
The roses of June in their glory  May flood with sweet perfume the air, And charm its some magical story  Of all that: is radiant and fair; And of many a rose petal faded  The lingering odor may still Restore to the heart sorrow-laden  Some exquisite, passionate thrill.
And "pansies for thoughts" may oft lighten  Our burdens with dreams that inspire, And shy little violets brighten  Of memory’s alter the fire; But so sweet reminiscences never  May any of these recall, As the scent of the apple bloom, ever  The daintest fragrance of all.
Not the sound of a voice entrancing  With pleasure akin to pain, Nor sheen of a white wing glancing,  Nor sun-gleam after the rain, Ever brings me such glint of a glory  That gilded an hour long ago,— As the first faint odors shed o'er me  That out of the apple blooms flow.
—Detroit Free Press
Its Language
The language of the apple blossom is "preference," because added to its beauty is the thought that it is the fore-runner of a fine and useful fruit, and so may be preferred even to the rose itself.
# Suggestive programs for special day exercises/School Room Decoration

FOR SCHOOL ROOM DECORATION.
The following is a suggestive list of names of eminent men and women whose life-size bust portraits in crayon lithographs are an ornament to any school room:
For historic pictures and landscapes we would suggest the following an eminently appropriate:
Washington crossing the Delaware. Columbus before the Court of Spain. Landing of Columbus. Landing of the pilgrims. Perry's Victory on Lake Erie. Declaration of Independence. Surrender of Gen. Lee. Washington and his Family. Lincoln and his Family. Alpine Scene. Swiss Scene. Yosemite Valley. Colorado Canon. Pike's Peak. The Thousand Islands. Lake George. Niagara Falls.
It is a commendable custom for graduating classes to present a class picture as a farewell gift to the school from which they are departing, thus leaving behind a tangible token of their continued interest in the welfare of those who are following in their footsteps.
# Suggestive programs for special day exercises/Our Nations Birthday/Warrens Address

WARREN’S ADDRESS.
JOHN PIERPONT.
In the God of battles trust! Die we may—and die we must;
But oh, where can dust to dust
Be consigned so well,
As where heaven its dews shall shed
On the martyred patriot's bed.
And the rocks shall raise their head
Of his deeds to tell!
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/Conquest

CONQUEST.
I trim to the gale, I carry my banner unfurled, I steer to a chart unseen and unknown of the world.
I challenge the fates, I laugh in the face of defeat, I look from afar and know not the sign of retreat.
The chosen went forth, I stood with them not on the roll, I stood in my place uncalled and was valiant of soul.
Denial has been my armor well-tempered and bright, From pain I have woven banners both crimson and white.
From out of the dark I forged me a trumpet and blew, From out of the dark came ringing a voice that I knew.
The victors returned, I heard them come marching in line. The victors returned—the conqueror's triumph was mine!
My vigils are filled with the sound of the trumpeter's song, I wait for the dawn content, I have seen and am strong.
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/Forest Tragedy

FOREST TRAGEDY.
Afloat upon the tide one summer night, Dreamily watching how the moonbeams bright Made little broken rings of fairy light,
And vaguely lost in that half-conscious mood That steals upon the sense in solitude, I drifted near a shadowy island wood
Where all was silent, scarce a leaf was stirred— So still the air—when suddenly I heard The piercing, anguished cry as of a bird
In such distress it made the echoes ring And set the startled silence quivering— The wild appeal of some sweet feathered thing
In its extremity. And then a sound, Half-muffled, faint, and all again was drowned In silence inarticulate, profound.
I went my way; but that despairing cry, Unheeded and unanswered from on high, Rang through me like the voice of Destiny.
And in my restless heart the old, deep strain— The bitter doubt and wild rebellious pain I thought were laid—came surging up again.
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/Dawn

DAWN.
The night had brooded long, the air was chill, Across the open fields the frost bit deep, The restless, formless mists, that seemed to creep Like ghostly wraiths, had swallowed up the hill; The sombre pines had ceased their plaint of ill But yet uplifted pleading arms, the sheep And stiff-kneed kine were huddled half asleep, And all the forest hung inert and still;
When on the silence fell a tenser hush, A film of grayness smote the dark and spread, And slowly in the east a trembling flush Shot upward, till the sullen mists, withdrawn, Showed all the vanquished shadows fled, And myriad heralds cried, "The Dawn! the Dawn!"
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/Enlargement

ENLARGEMENT.
Around us unaware the solemn night Had hung its shadowy mantle, while we sought To find each other by the roads of thought; I felt thy orbit nearing, and a light Streamed suddenly across my inner sight, Effulgent, incommunicable, fraught With some constraining tenderness that caught My quickened spirit to its utmost height.
And lo! I saw as with the eyes of two, In that swift moment when thy soul touched mine, The walls of being widened, and I drew Near to the portal of a nameless shrine, A sudden blinding rapture pierced me through, And in that instant earth became divine.
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/Comrades

COMRADES.
They hollowed her a little grave Within the cool, dark ground, The woods and winds soft welcome gave With many a murmuring sound.
The sighing pines and aspens low Joined in her funeral hymn, But they who brought her did not know— Grief made their senses dim.
And though at first they vigil kept When in the dark she fared, They come no more—the fate they wept Perchance they since have shared.
But there are other friends who stay Beside her constantly, And bear her in their humble way Sweet, steadfast company.
The kindly, patient grass hath spread A coverlet of green, And made her little lowly bed Pleasant to be seen.
Above her head the sheltering trees Have woven canopies, The nesting birds and droning bees Croon her soft lullabies.
The comradeship of field and wood Grows stronger year by year, As she becomes to Nature's mood More intimate and dear.
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/Confidence

CONFIDENCE.
Flow on, flow on, wild hurrying tide, There waits for thee Fulfilment of thy dream, the wide Deep-bosomed sea.
And thou, wild heart, press on, nor fear But there shall be In some wide sphere, afar or near, A home for thee.
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/Day and Night

DAY AND NIGHT.
When in the affluent splendor of the day, To heaven's cloudless blue I lift my eyes, Thrilled with the beauty that around me lies, My heart goes up on wings of ecstasy; But when Orion and the Milky Way Reveal the story of the midnight skies, And all the starry hosts of space arise— Mutely I bow in reverence to pray.
And so with life; the daylight of success Rounds earth and pleasure to a perfect sphere, But in the night of trial and distress The quickened soul to vaster realms draws near, And o'er the borders of our consciousness Foretokens of the Infinite appear.
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/Crimson Buds are on the Maple

CRIMSON BUDS ARE ON THE MAPLE.
Crimson buds are on the maple, Thrilling notes are in the air, There is green upon the hillside— There is beauty everywhere. In the woods pale starry blossoms Rise like spirits frail and fair.
From the fence the flash of blue wings Gives the heart a sudden stir, From the thicket by the wayside What sweet melodies occur! (O, the unseen hands that beckon From the heart of days that were!)
All along the dreaming meadows There are voices faint but clear,— Wake, my heart, and listen, listen, If perchance thou mayest hear Wordless messages that carry Only to the spirit ear.
Life is here in full abundance, Overflowing, potent, sweet, Youth with all his old-time rapture Waits for undelaying feet, Love in old and new disguises Makes the loveliness complete.
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/Each Hath His Own

EACH HATH HIS OWN.
Each hath his own. To thee the light That broods in tender eyes— To me the darkness and the blight Of lonely wasting sighs.
In fields where fruits and flowers press, With manna thou wert fed; In many a thorny wilderness My bleeding feet were led.
God's face shone through the stars for thee, And life came tender-wise; Through sorrow's mists He looked at me— My portion, sacrifice.
For thee there shone in distant gleams Illimitable day; I drank from Marah's bitter streams, And went my lonely way.
I would not change! To each his own; The rugged steeps I trod Familiar to my feet have grown, And yet may lead to God.
# Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/Exiled

EXILED.
Green banners just unfurled, Summer comes apace, There will be a new world At the old home place; Scarlet wing will flash by, Meadow-lark will soar high— O, and that is where I Turn my longing face!
Never days like those days, Never joy like mine; All the world a soft haze— All the world a shrine! Overhead, the blue sheen; Underneath, the new green; I with beating heart between Finding life divine!
Ah! and how the birds sang Every sunny day, All the fields and woods rang With their ecstasy; How my wanton pulse thrills, How my homesick heart fills, Thinking of those green hills Dear and far away!
# Stories of Bengalee Life/Swift Retribution

Original story is here.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6