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# Private Magrath of the A.E.F

First published in The Yellow Jacket, January 13, 1927. The Yellow Jacket was the newspaper of Howard Payne College, which Howard attended.
(As an aid to remembrance of November 11th, 1918)
The night was dark as a Harlem coon Smoke and clounds once lin' the moon; Flares goin' up with a venomous sound, Bustin' and throwin' a green light around. An', yeah, there was me cursin' my soul For losin' meself from the raidin' patrol. Creepin' along in the mud and the slime, Cussin' and havin' the Devil's own time. Smeared and spattered with Flanders mire, Tearin' me clothes on the loose barbwire.
I'm crawlin' along, keepin' close to the ground, When all of a sudden I hears me a sound. I halt and I listen, it's too dark for sight But some bird's ahead of me there in the night. I reached for my gun—then I swear through me teeth For somewhere the thing's fallen out of its sheath. But before I can move, I hear feet a-slush And something to meself: "Come right ahead Fritz, I've lost me gat but I've got me mitts."
I sidestep quick as he makes his spring, His bay'net flashes, I duck, I swing! Flush on the jaw my right he stops, Down in the muck on his face he flops. I'm cursin' him for a bloody Hun As I loosen the bay'net off his gun. I feel for his ribs 'neath his tunic drab For I've only time for a single stab. I feel a locket a-danglin there, I jerk it out, then a rockets flare
Limns it in light like crimson flame And I see the face of a white haired dame And German letters beneath it run, Which I take to mean "To my darlin' son." I haul that Hun up onto his pegs, And I says, "Get goin'; and shake your legs. Your line are that way, now get gone." And I hends him a boot to help him on. Saying, "Make tracks on your homeward path, With the compliments of Monk Magrath."
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# Gottschalk v. Benson

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Gottschalk v. Benson, 409 U.S. 63 (1972), was a United States Supreme Court case in which the Court ruled that a process claim directed to a numerical algorithm, as such, was not patentable because "the patent would wholly pre-empt the mathematical formula and in practical effect would be a patent on the algorithm itself." That would be tantamount to allowing a patent on an abstract idea, contrary to precedent dating back to the middle of the 19th century. The ruling stated "Direct attempts to patent programs have been rejected [and] indirect attempts to obtain patents and avoid the rejection... have confused the issue further and should not be permitted."
Supreme Court of the United States
409 U.S. 63
Gottschalk, Acting Commissioner of Patents v. Benson et al.
Certiorari to the United States Court of Customs and Patent Appeals
No. 71-485. Argued: October 16, 1972 --- Decided: November 20, 1972
Respondents' method for converting numerical information from binary-coded decimal numbers into pure binary numbers, for use in programming conventional general-purpose digital computers is merely a series of mathematical calculations or mental steps and does not constitute a patentable "process" within the meaning of the Patent Act, 35 U.S.C. § 100 (b). Pp. 64-73.
58 C.C.P.A. (Pat.) 1134, 441 F.2d 682, reversed.
DOUGLAS, J., delivered the opinion of the Court, in which all Members joined except STEWART, BLACKMUN, and POWELL, JJ., who took no part in the consideration or decision of the case.
Richard B. Stone argued the cause for petitioner. With him on the briefs were Solicitor General Griswold, Assistant Attorney General Kauper, Acting Assistant Attorney General Comegys, Howard E. Shapiro, Richard H. Stern, and S. William Cochran.
Hugh B. Cox argued the cause for respondents. With him on the brief were Henry P. Sailer, Michael Boudin, William L. Keefauver, and Robert O. Nimtz.
Briefs of amici curiae urging reversal were filed by James M. Clabault and Edward G. Fiorito for Burroughs Corp.; by Henry L. Hanson and D.D. Allegretti for Honeywell, Inc.; by Lloyd N. Cutler, Ezekiel G. Stoddard, Deanne C. Siemer, Nicholas DeB. Katzenbach, and Elmer W. Galbi for International Business Machines Corp.; and by Donald J. Gavin for the Business Equipment Manufacturers Assn.
Briefs of amici curiae urging affirmance were filed by Sidney Neuman, Tom Arnold, and Jack C. Goldstein for the American Patent Law Assn.; by Claron N. White and Louis Robertson for the Chicago Bar Assn.; by James J. Hill and William E. Dominick for the Patent Law Association of Chicago; by Timothy L. Tilton for Iowa State University Research Foundation, Inc.; by Michael I. Rackman for Institutional Networks Corp.; by David J. Toomey for Whitlow Computer Systems, Inc.; by Virgil E. Woodcock, Richard E. Kurtz, and Oswald G. Hayes for Mobil Oil Corp.; by Morton C. Jacobs for the Association of Data Processing Service Organizations et al.; by Mr. Jacobs for Applied Data Research, Inc.; and by Howard J. Marsh for Computer Software Analysts, Inc., et al.
# Prude

I dare not join my sisters in the street;  I think of people's talk, the cynic stare. Fierce envy makes me scornful of their play,  And hide my lust behind a haughty air.
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# Rebellion (Howard)

First published in The Poet's Scroll, February 1929.
The marble statues tossed against the sky  In gestures blind as though to rend and kill,  Not one upon his pedestal was still. Stiff fingers clutched at winds that whispered by, And from the white lips rose a deathly cry:  "Cursed be the hands that broke us from the hill!  There slumber of unbirth was ours till The gave us life that cannot live or die."
And then as from a dream I stirred and woke—  Sublime and still each statue raised its head,  Etched pure and cold against the leafy green, No limb was moved, no sigh the silence broke;  And people walked amid the grove and said:  "How peaceful these white gods!—aye, how serene."
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# Red Thunder

First published in JAPM: The Poetry Weekly (16 September 1929)
Thunder in the black skies beating down the rain, Thunder in the black cliffs, looming o’er the main, Thunder on the black sea and thunder in my brain.
God’s on the night wind, Satan’s on his throne By the red lake lurid and great grim stone– Still through the roofs of Hell the brooding thunders drone.
Trident for a rapier, Satan thrusts and foins Crouching on his throne with his great goat loins– Souls are his footstools and hearts are his coins.
Slave of all the ages, though lord of the air; Solomon o’ercame him, set him roaring there, Crouching on the coals where the great flames flare.
Thunder from the grim gulfs, out of cosmic deep Where the red eyes glimmer and the black wings sweep, Thunder down to Satan, wake him from his sleep!
Thunder on the shores of Hell, scattering the coal, Riding down the mountain on the moon-mare’s foal, Blasting out the caves of the gnome and the troll.
Satan, brother Satan, rise and break your chain! Solomon is dust and his spells grow vain– Rise through the world in the thunder and the rain.
Rush upon the cities, roaring in your might, Break down the towers in the moon’s pale light, Build a wall of corpses for God’s great sight, Quench the red thunder in my brain this night.
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# Renunciation (Howard)

From an undated, enclosed separate document sent with a letter to Tevis Clyde Smith
Renunciation
By the crimson cliffs where the spray is blown
By the silver sands and the rose red stone,
There bides a shadow—alone, all alone—
Waiting the day, waiting the day.
The wind comes out of the East at morn,
When the sheen of the sea is green,
The wind comes up from the Matterhorn
And the great red ships careen.
The gulls carved white in the blasting blue,
Their wings are silver and snow;
They hear the great tides thunder through
To beat on the beach below—
They hear waves hammer on sands below,
The clash and the clamor, the flee and the flow,
The magic and wonder of reef riven thunder,
The sands going under the spray white as snow.
The sunset is calling,
The dawn’s on the lea;
The silence is falling
Across the white sea,
And dim through the scorn of a morn on the Horn
The galliots, galleys and galleons flee.
To the ends of the earth
And the roads of the world,
To the ocean’s broad girth,
With their banners unfurled—
Will you laugh in the bend of a curse when the shout of the
Trade wind is hurled?
Or bide in the market place while the beard of a king is hurled?
Oh, follow the shadows
Across the high meadows,
To dreaming green uplands where walls of the mountains
Like purple tall towers
Encastle the hours,
And showers of flowers discover the fountains.
Follow the river
Where wild willows part,
Where shadow trees shiver
And winds start and dart—
The whiter the soul is,
The brighter the goal is,
The blacker the troll is
That eats at the heart.
Leave men to their labor with lust for a neighbor,
Leave minstrel to tabor, the king to the crown,
Great blossoms still quiver along the dim river,
And winds out of silence steal over the down.
There are Beings of twilight
As thin as the mist,
They seek not the highlight,
The stars they have kissed.
They rape not the grape,
Nor douse to carouse
With the shape of the ape
In the house of the mouse.
On amaranth mountains their pleasure is taken,
By rainbow fountains, by ghost winds shaken,
On the frosty cold nectar of stars their thirst is enraptured and slaken.
Leave life for men and follow with me
To the winds of the fen and the song of the sea.
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# Repentance (Howard)

How is it that I am what I am  How did I come to fall? Who was the man my soul to damn  Black in the sight of all? Who was it came in my virgin hood  And in some evil hour Turned all my life to bad from good  Bruising the tender flower? I cannot remember the fellow's name  I had long ago forgot; I was young and my blood was flame  The person mattered not. I was hot as a blazing brand  Blood and body and nerve Ripe to be plucked by the first man's hand  And any man would serve. I have had my day, I have had my fling  Men have bowed at my knee. I sit in the bars where the harlots sing  To sailors hot from the sea. Sallow my cheeks and my lips have faded  Life's roses slip my clutch But my blood is still hot and still unjaded  I can thrill to the deck-hand's touch. Still I thrill to the hands of men  I love the contact yet The breath that is laden with wharfside gin  The scent of tobacco and sweat. Bristly jowls on my painted cheek  The obscene, whispered jest, Calloused hands that lustfully seek  My out-worn charms to quest. My by-gone life is dim and far;  I am content with gin, A slug of wine, sometimes at the bar,  A room for the sailormen.
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# Weird Tales/Volume 10/Issue 4/The Ride of Falume

From Weird Tales, Volume 10 Issue 4
The Ride of Falume
By Robert E. Howard
Falume of Spain rode forth amain when twilight's crimson fell
To drink a toast with Bahram's ghost in the scarlet land of Hell.
His rowels clashed as swift he dashed along the flaming skies;
The sunset rade at his bridle braid and the moon was in his eyes.
The waves were green with an eery sheen over the hills of Thule
And the ripples beat to his horses' feet like a serpent in a pool.
On vampire wings the shadow things wheeled round and round his head,
Till he came at last to a kingdom vast in the Land of the Restless Dead.
They thronged about in a grisly rout, they caught at his silver rein;
"Avaunt, foul host! Tell Bahram's ghost Falume has come to Spain!" Then flame-arrayed rose Bahram's shade: "What would ye have, Falume?" "Ho, Bahram who on Earth I slew where Tagus' waters boom,
Now though I shore your life of yore amid the burning West,
I ride to Hell to bid ye tell where I may ride to rest.
My beard is white and dim my sight and I would fain be gone.
Speak without guile: where lies the isle of mystic Avalon?"
"A league behind the western wind, a mile beyond the moon,
Where the dim seas roar on an unknown shore and the drifting stars lie strewn:
The lotus buds there scent the woods where the quiet rivers gleam,
And king and knight in the mystic light the ages drowse and dream." With sudden bound Falume wheeled round, he fled through the flying wrack
Till he came again to the land of Spain with the sunset at his back.
"No dreams for me, but living free, red wine and battle's roar;
I breast the gales and I ride the trails until I ride no more."
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# The Riders of Babylon

First published January 1928 in Weird Tales
The riders of Babylon clatter forth Like the hawk-winged scourgers of Azrael To the meadow-lands of the South and North And the strong-walled cities of Israel. They harry the men of the caravans, They bring rare plunder across the sands To deck the throne of the great god Baal. But Babylon's king is a broken shell And Babylon's queen is a sprite from Hell; And men shall say, "Here Babylon fell," Ere Time has forgot the tale. The riders of Babylon come and go From Gaza's halls to the shores of Tyre; They shake the world from the lands of snow To the deserts, red in the sunset's fire; Their horses swim in a sea of gore And the tribes of the earth bow down before; They have chained the seas where the Cretans sail. But Babylon's sun shall set in blood; Her towers shall sink in a crimson flood; And men shall say, "Here Babylon stood," Ere Time forgot the tale.
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# The Robes of the Righteous

I am a saintly reformer,  basking in goodly reknown Sure of applaud of the righteous,  cinctured in purity's gown. Young men and old men revere me,  women and girls out of school Come to me telling their secrets,  seeking my counseling cool. Little they know of my story  when I was the water-front's toast. Back in the days of my glory  down on the Barbary Coast. Young and my lips full and crimson,  flaming with passionate blood, My love was the leap of an ocean,  my passion the swing of the flood. Changing and varied my fancies  yet no woman ever gave more For I joyed in the man on my body  just as much as the one just before Ah, nights that were lurid and gorgeous,  under the bar lamps blaze Flutter of cars on the table,  faces that leered through the haze Of smoke drifting up from the stogies,  the red liquor flowing free And the shout of the salty ballass  that sailors sang from the sea. The money scattered like water,  the pagan thrill of the dance The hand that groped in my clothing,  the burning and meaning glance Then the look as the stair I mounted,  the man that left the floor, The joyous and panting waiting,  the stealthy knock at my door— What if they knew, the elders,  that I was a Barbary whore? Hiding my charms with meekness  under purity's gown Sure of applaud of the righteous,  basking in goodly reknown.
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# A Roman Lady

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There is a strangeness in my soul  A dark and brooding sea. Nor all the waves on Capri's shoal  Might stay the thirst of me. For men have come and men have gone  For pleasure or for hire. Though they lay broken at the dawn  They did not quench my fire. My pity is a deathly ruth  I burn men with my eyes. Oh, would all men were one strong youth  To break between my thighs. Any many a man his fortune spread  To glut my ecstacy As I lay panting on his bed  In shameless nudity. But all of ancient Egypt's gold  Can never equal this, Nor all the treasures kingdoms hold,  A single hour of bliss. Within my villa's high domain  Are boys from Britain's rocks And dark eyed slender lads from Spain  And Greeks with perfumed locks. And youths of soft and subtle speech  From furtherest Orient, Wherever arms of legions reach  And Roman chains are sent. Why may I not be satiate  With kisses of some boy— They only rouse my passions spate  I never know such joy As when through chambers filled with noise  Of wails and pleas and sighs I stride among my naked boys  With whips that bruise their thighs. I drift through mists red flaming flung  On hills of ecstacies As shoulder-wealed and buttock-stung  They shriek and kiss my knees.
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