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# Popular Science Monthly/Volume 42/January 1893/Obituary Notes

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Prof. C. Schorlemmer, a distinguished chemist, Professor of Chemistry in Owens College, Manchester, England, died on June 27, 1892. He became assistant to Prof. Roscoe in Owens College in 1861, and was appointed to a professorship in 1874. He was the author of A Manual on the Chemistry of the Carbon Compounds, and, in conjunction with Prof. Roscoe, of an extensive treatise on chemistry.
Lieutenant Frederick Schwatka, the arctic explorer, died in Portland, Oregon, November 2, 1892, from the effects of an overdose of laudanum which he had taken to relieve a habitual stomach pain. He was born in Galena, Ill., in 1849; studied at the university in Salem, Oregon; worked as a printer; was graduated from West Point in 1871, and became a lieutenant in the cavalry; was admitted to the bar in Nebraska in 1875; and received a medical degree at Bellevue Hospital Medical College, New York, in 1876—all while in the army. In 1878 he organized an Arctic expedition, and, accompanied by William H. Gilder, sailed for King William's Land in order to recover relics of Sir John Franklin which the Eskimos said were buried in that region. This expedition, which was successful in its main object, was marked by the longest sledge journey that had been made at that time, and by the discovery of the branch of Back's River that was named after President Hayes. Lieutenant Schwatka afterward explored the course of the Yukon River in Alaska, and commanded the New York Times Alaska Exploring Expedition in 1886. He was the author of several books and magazine articles relating to his travels, and was a popular lecturer. He was an honorary member of several foreign geographical societies, and wore some of their medals.
The death was recently announced, in the seventy-ninth year of his age, of Robert Grant, Professor of Astronomy in the University of Edinburgh. He was appointed Professor of Astronomy in the University of Glasgow in 1859. In observing the eclipse of the sun in 1860 he discovered the proof of the existence of a continuous envelope round that body. He was the author of numerous astronomical papers and cyclopædia articles; and of a catalogue of 6,415 stars, which is in considerable use.
# Poems (Whitney)

POEMS.
BY
ANNE WHITNEY.
NEW YORK:
D. APPLETON & COMPANY,
346 & 348 BROADWAY.
1859.
CONTENTS.
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# Portugal

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# Portsmouth Harbor Land Hotel Company v. United States (260 U.S. 327)

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## Dissenting Opinion

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United States Supreme Court
260 U.S. 327
Portsmouth Harbor Land Hotel Company v. United States (260 U.S. 327)
Argued: Nov. 15, 1922. --- Decided: Dec 4, 1922
Mr. Chauncey Hackett, of Washington, D. C., for appellants.
Mr. Solicitor General Beck, of Washington, D. C., for the United states.
Mr. Justice HOLMES delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Posadas v. National City Bank of New York

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United States Supreme Court
296 U.S. 497
Posadas v. National City Bank of New York
Argued: Dec. 11, 12, 1935. --- Decided: Jan 6, 1936
Mr. Wm. Cattron Rigby, of Washington, D.C., for petitioner.
Messrs. Carl A. Mead and Harry W. Forbes, both of New York City, for respondent.
Mr. Justice SUTHERLAND delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Posados v. City of Manila

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United States Supreme Court
274 U.S. 410
POSADOS, Collector of Internal Revenue, et al. v. CITY OF MANILA.
Argued: April 28, 1927. --- Decided: May 31, 1927
Messrs. O. R. McGuire, Pro hac vice, Wm. C. Rigby, and L. H. Hedrick, all of Washington, D. C., for petitioners.
Messrs. G. B. Guevara, of Pasay Rizal, Philippine Islands, and L. H. Cake, of Washington, D. C., for respondent.
Mr. Chief Justice TAFT delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Portuguese-American Bank of San Francisco v. Welles

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United States Supreme Court
242 U.S. 7
Portuguese-American Bank of San Francisco v. Welles
Argued: October 27, 1916. --- Decided: November 13, 1916
Messrs.William R. Harr, George A. Knight, Charles J. Heggerty, James B. Feehan, and Joseph W. Beretta for appellant.
Messrs. Harold Remington, F. H. Dam, R. T. Devlin, W. H. Devlin, A. F. Morrison, P. F. Dunne, W. I. Brobeck, Milton J. Green, and George J. Hatfield for appellees.
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Mr. Justice Holmes delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect/Easter Zunday

EASTER ZUNDAY.
Last Easter Jim put on his blue Frock cwoat, the vu’st time—vier new; Wi’ yollow buttons all o’ brass, That glitter’d in the zun lik’ glass; An’ pok’d ’ithin the button-hole A tutty he’d a-begg’d or stole. A span-new wes’co’t, too, he wore, Wi’ yollow stripes all down avore; An’ tied his breeches’ lags below The knee, wi’ ribbon in a bow; An’ drow’d his kitty-boots azide, An’ put his laggèns on, an’ tied His shoes wi’ strings two vingers wide,  Because ’twer Easter Zunday.
An’ after mornèn church wer out He come back hwome, an’ stroll’d about All down the vields, an’ drough the leäne, Wi’ sister Kit an’ cousin Jeäne, A-turnèn proudly to their view His yollow breast an’ back o’ blue. The lambs did play, the grounds wer green. The trees did bud, the zun did sheen; The lark did zing below the sky, An’ roads wer all a-blown so dry, As if the zummer wer begun; An’ he had sich a bit o’ fun! He meäde the maïdens squeäl an’ run,  Because ’twer Easter Zunday.
# Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect/Eclogue:—Come an' zee us

Eclogue.
COME AND ZEE US IN THE ZUMMER.
John; William; William’s Bwoy; and William’s Maïd at Feäir.
JOHN.
Zoo here be your childern, a-sheärèn Your feäir-day, an’ each wi’ a feäirèn.
WILLIAM.
Aye, well, there’s noo peace ’ithout comèn To stannèn an’ show, in the zummer.
JOHN.
An’ how is your Jeäne? still as merry As ever, wi’ cheaks lik’ a cherry?
WILLIAM.
Still merry, but beauty’s as feädesome ’S the rain’s glowèn bow in the zummer.
JOHN.
Well now, I do hope we shall vind ye Come soon, wi’ your childern behind ye, To Stowe, while o’ bwoth zides o’ hedges, The zunsheen do glow in the zummer.
WILLIAM.
Well, aye, when the mowèn is over, An’ ee-grass do whiten wi’ clover. A man’s a-tired out, vor much walken,
WILLIAM’S BWOY.
I’ll goo, an’ we’ll zet up a wicket, An’ have a good innèns at cricket; An’ teäke a good plounce in the water, Where clote-leaves do grow in the zummer.
WILLIAM’S MAID.
I’ll goo, an’ we’ll plaÿ “Thread the needle” Or “Huntèn the slipper,” or wheedle Young Jemmy to fiddle, an’ reely So brisk to an’ fro in the zummer.
JOHN.
An’ Jeäne. Mind you don’t come ’ithout her, My wife is a-thinkèn about her; At our house she’ll find she’s as welcome ’S the rwose that do blow in the zummer.
# Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect/Eclogue:—John an' Thomas

Eclogue.
John an’ Thomas.
THOMAS.
How b’ye, then, John, to-night; an’ how Be times a-waggèn on w’ ye now? I can’t help slackenèn my peäce When I do come along your pleäce, To zee what crops your bit o’ groun’ Do bear ye all the zummer roun’. ’Tis true you don’t get fruit nor blooth, ’Ithin the glassèn houses’ lewth; But if a man can rear a crop Where win’ do blow an’ raïn can drop, Do seem to come, below your hand, As fine as any in the land.
JOHN.
Well, there, the geärden stuff an’ flow’rs Don’t leäve me many idle hours; But still, though I mid plant or zow, ’Tis Woone above do meäke it grow.
THOMAS.
Aye, aye, that’s true, but still your strip O’ groun’ do show good workmanship: You’ve onions there nine inches round, An’ turmits that would waïgh a pound; An’ cabbage wi’ its hard white head, An’ teäties in their dousty bed, An’ carrots big an’ straight enough Vor any show o’ geärden stuff; An’ trees ov apples, red-skinn’d balls, An’ purple plums upon the walls, ​An’ peas an’ beäns; bezides a store O’ heärbs vor ev’ry païn an’ zore.
JOHN.
An’ over hedge the win’s a-heärd, A-ruslèn drough my barley’s beard; An’ swaÿen wheat do overspread Zix ridges in a sheet o’ red; An’ then there’s woone thing I do call The girtest handiness ov all: My ground is here at hand, avore My eyes, as I do stand at door; An’ zoo I’ve never any need To goo a mile to pull a weed.
THOMAS.
No, sure, a miël shoulden stratch Between woone’s geärden an’ woone’s hatch. A man would like his house to stand Bezide his little bit o’ land.
JOHN.
Ees. When woone’s groun’ vor geärden stuff Is roun’ below the house’s ruf, Then woone can spend upon woone’s land Odd minutes that mid lie on hand, The while, wi’ night a-comèn on, The red west sky’s a-wearèn wan; Or while woone’s wife, wi’ busy hands, Avore her vier o’ burnèn brands, Do put, as best she can avword, Her bit o’ dinner on the bwoard. An’ here, when I do teäke my road, At breakfast-time, agwaïn abrode, Why, I can zee if any plot O’ groun’ do want a hand or not; An’ bid my childern, when there’s need, To draw a reäke or pull a weed, ​Or heal young beäns or peas in line, Or tie em up wi’ rods an’ twine, Or peel a kindly withy white To hold a droopèn flow’r upright.
THOMAS.
No. Bits o’ time can zeldom come To much on groun’ a mile vrom hwome A man at hwome should have in view The jobs his childern’s hands can do; An’ groun’ abrode mid teäke em all Beyond their mother’s zight an’ call, To get a zoakèn in a storm, Or vall, i’ may be, into harm.
JOHN.
Ees. Geärden groun’, as I’ve a-zed, Is better near woone’s bwoard an’ bed.
# Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect/Eclogue:—John jealous

Eclogue.
JOHN, JEALOUS AT SHROTON FEÄIR.
Jeäne; her Brother; John, her Sweetheart; and Racketèn Joe.
JEÄNE.
I’m thankvul I be out o’ that
Thick crowd, an’ not asquot quite flat. That ever we should plunge in where the vo’k do drunge So tight’s the cheese-wring on the veät! ​I’ve sca’ce a thing a-left in pleäce. ’Tis all a-tore vrom pin an’ leäce. My bonnet’s like a wad, a-beät up to a dod, An’ all my heäir’s about my feäce.
HER BROTHER.
Here, come an’ zit out here a bit, An’ put yourzelf to rights.
JOHN.
No, Jeäne; no, no! Now you don’t show The very wo’st o’ plights.
HER BROTHER.
Come, come, there’s little harm adone; Your hoops be out so roun’s the zun.
JOHN.
An’ there’s your bonnet back in sheäpe.
HER BROTHER.
An’ there’s your pin, and there’s your ceäpe.
JOHN.
An’ there your curls do match, an’ there ’S the vittiest maïd in all the feäir.
JEÄNE.
Now look, an’ tell us who’s a-spied Vrom Sturminster, or Manston zide.
HER BROTHER.
There’s rantèn Joe! How he do stalk, An’ zwang his whip, an’ laugh, an’ talk!
JOHN.
An’ how his head do wag, avore his steppèn lag. Jist like a pigeon’s in a walk!
HER BROTHER.
Heigh! there, then, Joey, ben’t we proud
JEÄNE.
He can’t hear you among the crowd.
HER BROTHER.
Why, no, the thunder peals do drown the sound o’ wheels. His own pipe is a-pitched too loud. What, you here too?
RACKETÈN JOE.
Yes, Sir, to you.
All o’ me that’s a-left.
JEÄNE.
A body plump’s a goodish lump Where reämes ha’ such a heft.
JOHN.
Who lost his crown a-racèn?
RACKETÈN JOE.
Who?
Zome silly chap abackèn you. Well, now, an’ how do vo’k treat Jeäne?
JEÄNE.
Why not wi’ feärèns.
RACKETÈN JOE.
What d’ye mean, When I’ve a-brought ye such a bunch O’ theäse nice ginger-nuts to crunch? An’ here, John, here! you teäke a vew.
JOHN.
No, keep em all vor Jeane an’ you!
RACKETÈN JOE.
Well, Jeäne, an’ when d’ye meän to come An’ call on me, then, up at hwome. You han’t a-come athirt, since I’d my voot a-hurt, A-slippèn vrom the tree I clomb.
JEÄNE.
Well, if so be that you be stout On voot ageän, you’ll vind me out.
JOHN.
Aye, better chaps woont goo, not many steps vor you, If you do hawk yourzelf about.
RACKETÈN JOE.
Wull John, come too?
JOHN.
No, thanks to you. Two’s company, dree’s nwone.
HER BROTHER.
There don’t be stung by his mad tongue, ’Tis nothèn else but fun.
JEÄNE.
There, what d’ye think o’ my new ceäpe?
JOHN.
Why, think that ’tis an ugly sheäpe.
JEÄNE.
Then you should buy me, now theäse feäir, A mwore becomèn woone to wear.
JOHN.
I buy your ceäpe! No; Joe wull screäpe Up dibs enough to buy your ceäpe. As things do look, to meäke you fine Is long Joe’s business mwore than mine.
JEÄNE.
Lauk, John, the mwore that you do pout The mwore he’ll glēne.
JOHN.
A yelpèn lout.
# Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect/Easter Monday

EASTER MONDAY.
An’ zoo o’ Monday we got drough Our work betimes, an ax’d a vew Young vo’k vrom Stowe an’ Coom, an’ zome Vrom uncle’s down at Grange, to come. An’ they so spry, wi’ merry smiles. Did beät the path an’ leäp the stiles, Wi’ two or dree young chaps bezide, To meet an’ keep up Easter tide: Vor we’d a-zaid avore, we’d git Zome friends to come, an’ have a bit O’ fun wi’ me, an’ Jeäne, an’ Kit,  Because ’twer Easter Monday.
An’ there we plaÿ’d away at quaïts, An’ weigh’d ourzelves wi’ sceäles an’ waïghts; An’ jump’d to zee who jump’d the spryest, An’ sprung the vurdest an’ the highest; An’ rung the bells vor vull an hour. An’ plaÿ’d at vives ageän the tower. An’ then we went an’ had a taït. An’ cousin Sammy, wi’ his waïght, Broke off the bar, he wer so fat! An’ toppled off, an’ vell down flat Upon his head, an’ squot his hat,  Because ’twer Easter Monday.
# Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect/Early risén

EARLY RISÈN.
The aïr to gi’e your cheäks a hue O’ rwosy red, so feaïr to view, Is what do sheäke the grass-bleädes gray At breäk o’ day, in mornèn dew; Vor vo’k that will be rathe abrode, Will meet wi’ health upon their road.
But bidèn up till dead o’ night, When han’s o’ clocks do stan’ upright, By candle-light, do soon consume The feäce’s bloom, an’ turn it white. An’ light a-cast vrom midnight skies Do blunt the sparklèn ov the eyes.
​Vor health do weäke vrom nightly dreams Below the mornèn’s eärly beams, An’ leäve the dead-aïr’d houses’ eaves, Vor quiv’rèn leaves, an’ bubblèn streams, A-glitt’rèn brightly to the view, Below a sky o’ cloudless blue.
# Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect/Early Plaÿmeäte

EARLY PLAŸMEÄTE.
After many long years had a-run,  The while I wer a-gone vrom the pleäce, I come back to the vields, where the zun  Ov her childhood did show me her feäce. There her father, years wolder, did stoop.  An’ her brother, wer now a-grow’d staïd, An’ the apple tree lower did droop.  Out in the orcha’d where we had a-plaÿ’d, There wer zome things a-seemèn the seäme,  But Meäry’s a-married awaÿ.
There wer two little childern a-zent,  Wi’ a message to me, oh! so feaïr As the mother that they did zoo ment,  When in childhood she plaÿ’d wi’ me there. Zoo they twold me that if I would come  Down to Coomb, I should zee a wold friend, Vor a plaÿmeäte o’ mine wer at hwome,  An’ would stay till another week’s end. At the dear pworchfed door, could I dare  To zee Meäry a-married awaÿ!
On the flower-not, now all a-trod  Stwony hard, the green grass wer a-spread, An’ the long-slighted woodbine did nod  Vrom the wall, wi’ a loose-hangèn head. An’ the martin’s clay nest wer a-hung  Up below the brown oves, in the dry, An’ the rooks had a-rock’d broods o’ young  On the elems below the Maÿ sky; But the bud on the bed, coulden bide,  Wi’ young Meäry a-married awaÿ.
# Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect/Eclogue:—Father Come Hwome

Eclogue.
FATHER COME HWOME.
John, Wife an’ Child.
CHILD.
O mother, mother! be the teäties done? Here’s father now a-comèn down the track. Hes got his nitch o’ wood upon his back, An’ such a speäker in en! I’ll be bound, He’s long enough to reach vrom ground Up to the top ov ouer tun; ’Tis jist the very thing vor Jack an’ I
WIFE.
The teäties must be ready pretty nigh; Do teäke woone up upon the fork’ an’ try. The ceäke upon the vier, too, ’s a-burnèn, I be afeärd: do run an’ zee, an’ turn en.
JOHN.
Well, mother! here I be woonce mwore, at hwome.
WIFE.
Ah! I be very glad you be a-come. You be a-tired an’ cwold enough, I s’pose; Zit down an’ rest your bwones, an’ warm your nose.
JOHN.
Why I be nippy: what is there to eat?
WIFE.
Your supper’s nearly ready. I’ve a got Some teäties here a-doèn in the pot; I wish wi’ all my heart I had some meat. I got a little ceäke too, here, a-beäken o’n Upon the vier. ’Tis done by this time though. He’s nice an’ moist; vor when I wer a-meäken o’n I stuck some bits ov apple in the dough.
CHILD.
Well, father; what d’ye think? The pig got out This mornèn; an’ avore we zeed or heärd en, He run about, an’ got out into geärden, An’ routed up the groun’ zoo wi’ his snout!
JOHN.
Now only think o’ that! You must contrive
CHILD.
An’ father, what d’ye think? I voun’ to-day The nest where thik wold hen ov our’s do lay: ’Twer out in orcha’d hedge, an’ had vive aggs.
WIFE.
Lo’k there: how wet you got your veet an’ lags! How did ye get in such a pickle, Jahn?
JOHN.
I broke my hoss, an’ been a-fwo’ced to stan’ All’s day in mud an’ water vor to dig, An’ meäde myzelf so wetshod as a pig.
CHILD.
Father, teäke off your shoes, then come, and I Will bring your wold woones vor ye, nice an’ dry.
WIFE.
An’ have ye got much hedgèn mwore to do?
JOHN.
Enough to last vor dree weeks mwore or zoo.
WIFE.
An’ when y’ave done the job you be about, D’ye think you’ll have another vound ye out?
JOHN.
O ees, there’ll be some mwore: vor after that, I got a job o’ trenchèn to goo at; An’ then zome trees to shroud, an’ wood to vell,— Zoo I do hope to rub on pretty well Till zummer time; an’ then I be to cut The wood an’ do the trenchèn by the tut.
CHILD.
An’ nex’ week, father, I’m a-gwaïn to goo
WIFE.
An’ little Jack, you know, ’s a-gwaïn to eärn A penny too, a-keepèn birds off corn.
JOHN.
O brave! What wages do ’e meän to gi’e?
WIFE.
She dreppence vor a day, an’ twopence he.
JOHN.
Well, Polly; thou must work a little spracker When thou bist out, or else thou wu’ten pick A dungpot lwoad o’ stwones up very quick.
CHILD.
Oh! yes I shall. But Jack do want a clacker: An’ father, wull ye teäke an’ cut A stick or two to meäke his hut.
JOHN.
You wench! why you be always up a-baggèn. I be too tired now to-night, I’m sure,  To zet a-doèn any mwore: Zoo I shall goo up out o’ the waÿ o’ the waggon.
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# President Biden Announces His Intent to Nominate Lina Khan for Commissioner of the Federal Trade Commission

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WASHINGTON – Today, President Joe Biden announced his intent to nominate Lina Khan for Commissioner of the Federal Trade Commission.
Lina Khan, Nominee for Commissioner of the Federal Trade Commission
Lina Khan is an associate professor of law at Columbia Law School, where she teaches and writes about antitrust law, infrastructure industries law, and the antimonopoly tradition. Her antitrust scholarship has received several awards and has been published by the Yale Law Journal, Harvard Law Review, Columbia Law Review, and University of Chicago Law Review. Khan previously served as counsel to the U.S. House Judiciary Committee’s Subcommittee on Antitrust, Commercial, and Administrative Law, where she helped lead the Subcommittee’s investigation into digital markets. Khan was also a legal advisor in the office of Commissioner Rohit Chopra at the Federal Trade Commission and legal director at the Open Markets Institute. She is a graduate of Williams College and Yale Law School.
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# Presidential Weekly Address - 28 November 2013

Weekly address delivered on [28 November 2013].
THE PRESIDENT: Hi, everybody. On behalf of all the Obamas – Michelle, Malia, Sasha, Bo, and the newest member of our family, Sunny – I want to wish you a happy and healthy Thanksgiving.
We’ll be spending today just like many of you – sitting down with family and friends to eat some good food, tell stories, watch a little football, and most importantly, count our blessings.
And as Americans, we have so much to be thankful for.
We give thanks for the men and women who set sail for this land nearly four centuries ago, risking everything for the chance at a better life – and the people who were already here, our Native American brothers and sisters, for their generosity during that first Thanksgiving.
We give thanks for the generations who followed – people of all races and religions, who arrived here from every country on Earth and worked to build something better for themselves and for us.
We give thanks for all our men and women in uniform – and for their families, who are surely missing them very much today. We’re grateful for their sacrifice too.
We give thanks for the freedoms they defend – the freedom to think what we want and say what we think, to worship according to our own beliefs, to choose our leaders and, yes, criticize them without punishment. People around the world are fighting and even dying for their chance at these freedoms. We stand with them in that struggle, and we give thanks for being free.
And we give thanks to everyone who’s doing their part to make the United States a better, more compassionate nation – who spend their Thanksgiving volunteering at a soup kitchen, or joining a service project, or bringing food and cheer to a lonely neighbor. That big-hearted generosity is a central part of our American character. We believe in lending a hand to folks who need it. We believe in pitching in to solve problems even if they aren’t our problems. And that’s not a one-day-a-year belief. It’s part of the fabric of our nation.
And we remember that many Americans need that helping hand right now. Americans who’ve lost their jobs and can’t get a new one through no fault of their own. Americans who’ve been trapped in poverty and just need that helping hand to climb out. Citizens whose prayers and hopes move us to act.
We are a people who are greater together than we are on our own. That’s what today is about. That’s what every day should be about. No matter our differences, we’re all part of one American family. We are each other’s keeper. We are one nation, under God. That core tenet of our American experience has guided us from the earliest days of our founding – and it will guide us to a future that’s even brighter than today.
Thank you, God bless you, and from my family to yours, Happy Thanksgiving.
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