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# Caroling Dusk/Jessie Fauset

JESSIE FAUSET
“Philadelphia where I was born and educated was once the dear delight of my heart. But everything in my life has contrived to pull me away from it. First I travelled ​to Cornell University and came back with a Phi Beta Kappa key and a degree of Bachelor of Arts. That launched me. Since then I’ve seen England, Scotland, France, Belgium, Switzerland, Italy, Austria and Algeria. The College de France and the Alliance Francaise have given me some points on the difference between the French of Stratford-atte-Bowe and that of Paris. And there was a pleasant year too at the University of Pennsylvania when I renewed my acquaintance with Philadelphia and earned a Master’s Degree. So much for education. As to occupations I’ve taught Latin and French in the Dunbar High School in Washington, D. C. And served as Literary Editor on the Crisis in New York.
Wonderful days those! Now I’m teaching French again in the City of New York which at present claims my love and allegiance. Like the French I am fond of dancing, and adore cards and the theatre probably because I am a minister’s daughter. All my life I have wanted to write novels and have had one published. But usually, in spite of myself, I have scribbled poetry. . . . I should like to see the West Indies, South America and Tunis and live a long time on the French Riviera. Aside from this I have few desires. And I find life perpetually enchanting.”
# Executive Order 14077

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Signed by President Joe Biden Friday, July 15, 2022
Federal Register page & date: 87 FR 43203, Wednesday, July 20, 2022
​Executive Order 14077 of July 20, 2022
Establishing an Emergency Board To Investigate Disputes Between Certain Railroads Represented by the National Carriers’ Conference Committee of the National Railway Labor Conference and Their Employees Represented by Certain Labor Organizations
Disputes exist between certain railroads represented by the National Carriers’ Conference Committee of the National Railway Labor Conference and their employees represented by certain labor organizations. The railroads and labor organizations involved in these disputes are designated on the attached list, which is made part of this order.
The disputes have not heretofore been adjusted under the provisions of the Railway Labor Act, as amended, 45 U.S.C. 151–188 (RLA).
I have been notified by the National Mediation Board that in its judgment these disputes threaten substantially to interrupt interstate commerce to a degree that would deprive a section of the country of essential transportation service.
NOW, THEREFORE, by the authority vested in me as President by the Constitution and the laws of the United States, including section 10 of the RLA (45 U.S.C. 160), it is hereby ordered as follows:
Section 1. Establishment of Emergency Board (Board). There is established, effective 12:01 a.m. eastern daylight time on July 18, 2022, a Board composed of a chair and two other members, all of whom shall be appointed by the President to investigate and report on these disputes. No member shall be pecuniarily or otherwise interested in any organization of railroad employees or any carrier. The Board shall perform its functions subject to the availability of funds.
Sec. 2. Report. The Board shall report to the President with respect to the disputes within 30 days of its creation.
Sec. 3. Maintaining Conditions. As provided by section 10 of the RLA, from the date of the creation of the Board and for 30 days after the Board has submitted its report to the President, no change in the conditions out of which the disputes arose shall be made by the parties to the controversy, except by agreement of the parties.
Sec. 4. Records Maintenance. The records and files of the Board are records of the Office of the President and upon the Board’s termination shall be maintained in the physical custody of the National Mediation Board.
​ Sec. 5. Expiration. The Board shall terminate upon the submission of the report provided for in section 2 of this order.
THE WHITE HOUSE, July 15, 2022.
This work is in the public domain in the United States because it is a work of the United States federal government (see 17 U.S.C. 105).
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# The Atlantic Monthly/Volume 25

* Number 147 (January 1870)
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# Krilof and His Fables/The Two Dogs

The Two Dogs
Barbos, the faithful yard-dog, who serves his master zealously, happens to see his old acquaintance Joujou, the curly lap-dog, seated at the window on a soft down cushion. Sidling fondly up to her, like a child to a parent, he all but weeps with emotion; and there, under the window, he whines, wags his tail, and bounds about.
"What sort of a life do you lead now, Joujoutka, ever since the master took you into his mansion? You remember, no doubt, we used often to suffer hunger out in the yard. What is your present service like?"
"It would be a sin in me to murmur against my good ​fortune," answers Joujoutka. "My master cannot make enough of me. I live amidst riches and plenty, and I eat and drink off silver. I frolic with the master, and, if I get tired, I take my ease on carpets or on a soft couch. And how do you get on?"
"I?" replied Barbos, letting his tail dangle like a whip, and hanging his head. "I live as I used to do. I suffer from cold and hunger; and here, while guarding my master's house, I have to sleep at the foot of the wall, and I get drenched in the rain. And if I bark at the wrong time, I am whipped. But how did you, Joujou, who were so small and weak, get taken into favour, while I jump out of my skin to no purpose? What is it you do?"
"'What is it you do?' A pretty question to ask!" replied Joujou, mockingly. "I walk upon my hind legs."
[This fable is suspiciously like that by Izmailof, called "The Two Cats," which, in its turn, was adapted from Florian.]
# Krilof and His Fables/The Squirrel in Service

The Squirrel in Service.
A Squirrel once served a Lion : I know not how, or in what capacity. But this much is certain, that the Squirrel’s service found favour in the Lion’s eyes ; and to satisfy the Lion is, certainly, no light affair. In return for this, it was promised a whole waggon-load of nuts. Promised—yes ; but, meanwhile, time continues to fly by. Our Squirrel often suffers hunger, and has tears in its eyes while grinning in the Lion’s presence. When it looks round in the forest, its former comrades show themselves here and there high up among the trees. It looks at them till its eyes begin to blink ; but they keep on always cracking nuts. Our Squirrel ​takes a step towards the nut-bushes, looks at them—it can do no more. At one time it is called away, at another it is even dragged off, on the Lion's service.
But see! At last the Squirrel has grown old, and become tedious to the Lion. It is time for it to retire. They have granted the Squirrel its discharge, and they have actually given it the full load of nuts. Excellent nuts—such as the world has never seen before. All picked fruit—one as good as another; a perfect marvel: only one thing is unlucky—the Squirrel has long ago lost all its teeth.
# Caroling Dusk/Words! Words!

WORDS! WORDS!
# Krilof and His Fables/The Peasant and the Axe

The Peasant and the Axe.
A Moujik, who was building a hut, got vexed with his Axe. The Axe became disagreeable to him; the Moujik waxed wroth. The fact was, he himself hewed abominably; but he lay all the blame on the Axe. What­ever happened, the Moujik found an excuse for scolding it.
"Good-for-nothing creature!" he cries, one day, "from this time forward I will never use you for anything but squaring stakes. Know that, with my cleverness and industry, and my dexterity to boot, I shall get on very well without you, and will cut with a common knife what another wouldn't be able to hew with an axe."
"It is my lot to work at whatever you lay before me," quietly replied the Axe to the angry rebuke, "and so your will, master, is sacred for me. I am ready to serve you in whatever way you please. Only reflect now, that you may not have to repent by-and-bye. You may blunt me on useless labour, if you will; but you will certainly never be able to build huts with a knife."
# Krilof and His Fables/The Ass and Jupiter

The Ass and Jupiter.
When Jupiter stocked the universe with the various tribes of animals, the Ass, among others, came into the world. But, either purposely or from an accident owing to the press of work at such a busy time, the Cloud-compeller made a sad mistake, and the Ass came out of its mould no larger than a squirrel. Scarcely any one ever took any notice of the Ass, although the Ass yielded to no one in pride. The Ass was much inclined towards boasting. But what was it to boast of? With such a puny stature, it was ashamed to show itself in the world. So our conceited Ass went to Jupiter, and began to pray for a larger stature.
"Have pity on me!" it cried: "how can I bear this misery? Lions, panthers, elephants, all obtain honour everywhere, and, from the highest to the lowest, every one goes on talking about them only. Why have you treated Asses so unkindly that they never obtain any honour, and not a word is ever spoken about them by any one? But, if I were only as big as a calf, I would lower the pride of the lions and panthers, and all the world would be talking about me."
Every day our Ass continued to sing this same song to Jupiter, and bothered him so that at last he granted its request, and the Ass became a big beast. But, besides this, ​it acquired such a savage voice that our long-eared Hercules dismayed the whole forest. "Whatever is that brute? What family does it belong to? It has very long teeth, anyhow, hasn't it? and no end of horns!" At last, nothing else was talked about besides the Ass.
But how did it all end? Before the year was out, every­ one had discovered what the Ass really was. Our Ass became proverbial for stupidity, and, ever since that time, Asses have been beasts of burden.
Noble birth and high office are excellent things; but how can they profit a man whose soul is ignoble?
# Krilof and His Fables/The Cat and the Nightingale

The Cat and the Nightingale.
A Cat, which had caught a Nightingale, stuck its claws into the poor bird, and, pressing it lovingly, said,
"Dear Nightingale, my soul! I hear that you are everywhere renowned for song, and that you are considered equal to the finest singers. My gossip, the Fox, tells me that your voice is so sonorous and wonderful that, at the sound of your entrancing songs, all the shepherds and shepherdesses go out of their wits. I have greatly desired to hear you—don't tremble so, and don't be obstinate, my dear: never fear; I haven't the least wish to eat you. Only sing me something; then I will give you your liberty, and release you to wander ​through the woods and forests. I don't yield to you in love for music, and I often purr myself to sleep."
Meanwhile our poor Nightingale scarcely breathed under the Cat's claws.
"Well, why don't you begin?" continued the Cat. "Sing away, dear, however little it may be."
But our songster didn't sing; only uttered a shrill cry.
"What! is it with that you have entranced the forest?" mockingly asked the Cat. "Where is the clearness, the strength, of which every one talks incessantly? Such a squeaking I'm tired of hearing from my kittens. No; I see that you haven't the least skill in song. Let's see how you will taste between my teeth."
And it ate up the poor singer, bones and all.
[This fable, which was published in the year 1824, is said to be intended to depict the painful position which Russian literature occupied at the time, with respect to the Censor­ship. During that period of reaction, the press was terribly weighted; and it seemed that, at last, there would be no subjects left of which it was not forbidden to take notice. The censors acted just as they thought fit—altered manu­scripts, prohibited books, and stopped the publication of newspapers "till the editors should have knowledge enough to conduct them properly." It is a pleasure to compare the position which the Russian press holds now, with that which it occupied then.]
# Krilof and His Fables/The Wolf and the Cat

The Wolf and the Cat.
A Wolf ran out of the forest into a village—not for a visit, but to save its life; for it trembled for its skin. The huntsmen and a pack of hounds were after it. It would fain have rushed in through the first gateway; but there was this unfortunate circumstance in its way, that all the gateways were closed. Our Wolf sees a Cat on a partition fence, and says, pleadingly,
"Vaska, my friend, tell me quickly which of the moujiks here is the kindest, so that I may hide myself from my evil foes? Listen to the cry of the dogs and the terrible sound of the horns! All that noise is actually made in chase of me!"
"Go quickly, and ask Stefan," says Vaska the Cat; "he is a very kind moujik."
"Quite true; only I have torn the skin off one of his sheep."
"Well, then, you can try Demian."
"I 'm afraid he 's angry with me, too. I carried off one of his kids."
"Run over there, then. Trofim lives there."
"Trofim! I should be afraid of even meeting him. Ever since the spring, he has been threatening me about a lamb."
​"Dear me, that's bad! But perhaps Klim will protect you."
"Oh, Vaska, I have killed one of his calves."
"What do I hear, gossip? You've quarrelled with all the village," said Vaska to the Wolf. "What sort of protection can you hope for here? No; our moujiks are not so destitute of sense as hope willing to save you to their own hurt. And, really, you have only yourself to blame. What you have sown, that you must now reap."
# Krilof and His Fables/The Cannon and the Sails

The Cannon and the Sails.
A fierce quarrel arose on board a ship between its Cannon and its Sails. Poking their muzzles out of the Dort-holes, the Cannon thus murmured heavenward:
"О ye gods! was ever such a thing seen, as that a set of trumpery linen fabrics should have the insolence to set up for being as useful as we are? In the whole course of our laborious voyage, what have they done? The moment a breeze begins to blow, they proudly swell out their breasts, carrying themselves above fire waves as pompously as if they were really of great importance, but yet do nothing more than show off their airs. But, as for us, we thunder in battles. Is it not due to us that our ship rules the waves? Do not we carry with us everywhere terror and death? No; we do not wish to live any longer with the Sails. We can do every­ thing for ourselves without them. Fly, then, to our aid, mighty Boreas, and quickly tear them into rags."
Boreas heard, and, flying thither, breathed on the sea. Immediately the waters were overcast and turned black, a heavy cloud covered the sky, and the waves ran mountains high. Thunder deafened the ear; lightning blinded the eye. Boreas roared, and tore the sails into shreds. When nothing was left of them, the tempest ceased. But what followed? ​Deprived of its sails, the ship became a sport to the winds and waves, and drifted about at sea like a log. And in the first encounter with a hostile vessel, which thundered terrible broadsides along its whole length, our ship, now unable to move, was soon riddled like a sieve, and went down to the bottom like a stone—Cannon and all.
Every state is strong when its elements are wisely balanced. By its Cannon it is terrible to its foes; but its civil powers play the part of the Sails.
# Krilof and His Fables/The Eagle and the Bee

The Eagle and the Bee.
Seeing how a Bee was busying itself about a flower, an Eagle said to it, with disdain,
"How I pity thee, poor thing, with all thy toil and skill! All through the summer, thousands of thy fellows are mould­ing honeycomb in the hive. But who will afterwards separate and distinguish the results of thy labour? I must confess, I do not understand what pleasure thou canst take in it. To labour all one's life, and to have in view—what? Why, to die without having achieved distinction, exactly like all the rest. What a difference there is between us! When I spread my sounding pinions, and am borne along near the clouds, I am everywhere a cause of alarm. The birds do not dare to rise from the ground; the shepherds fear to repose beside their well-fed flocks; and the swift does, having seen me, will not venture out into the plains."
But the Bee replies,
"To thee be glory and honour! May Jupiter continue to pour on thee his bounteous gifts! I, however, born to work for the common good, do not seek to make my labour dis­tinguished. But, when I look at our honeycombs, I am consoled by the thought that there are in them a few drops of my own honey."
​Fortunate is he, the field of whose labour is conspicuous! He gains added strength from the knowledge that the whole world witnesses his exploits. But how deserving of respect is he who, in humble obscurity, hopes for neither fame nor honour in return for all his labour, for all his loss of rest—who is animated by this thought only, that he works for the common good!
# Krilof and His Fables/The Corn-Flower

The Corn-Flower.
A Corn-Flower which grew in a retired spot sud­denly lost its strength, withered away to little more than half its former size, and, bowing down its head over its stalk, sorrowfully awaited its end. Meanwhile it whispered its complaining to the breeze:
"Ah me! if only the day would soon break, and the shin­ing sun would illumine the fields, perhaps it might revive even me!"
"Why, what a simpleton you are, my friend!" answered a Beetle, which happened to be delving near at hand. "Do you suppose the sun has nothing else to do than to see how you are getting on, and whether you are flourishing or fading? You may be sure that he has neither the time nor the will to do that! If you had flown about like me, and learnt to know the world, you would have perceived that all these meadows, sweeping pastures, and corn-fields owe to him alone both their life and their happiness. He warms the huge oaks and cedars by his heat, and he richly clothes with wondrous beauty the sweet-smelling flowers. But those flowers are utterly different from you. So precious are they and so beautiful, that Time himself pities them as he mows ​them down. But as for you, you are neither splendid nor fragrant, so don't annoy the sun by your importunity! Make up your mind that he won't spare you a ray, and cease to strive after what cannot be got. Hold your tongue, and wither!"
But the sun arose, illuminating all nature, and widely scattering its beams over the kingdom of Flora. And the poor Corn-flower, which had begun to fade away in the night, was brought back to life by its celestial regard.
О ye upon whom Fate has conferred high dignity, take as an example for yourselves this sun of which I have spoken. Wherever his light falls, there it benefits all alike, whether it be a cedar or a blade of grass, and there it leaves behind it joy and happiness; wherefore, also, its image glitters in the hearts of all, as shines in Eastern crystals a limpid light, and all things that be invoke blessings upon it.
[In 1823 Krilof was for some time seriously ill. When the Empress Maria Fedorovna heard of his attack, she told his friends to send him to Pavlovsk, where she was staying at that time, saying, "He will recover quicker under my charge." Accordingly he went there as soon as he became convalescent, and remained there for some time. Before he left he composed the poem of the Corn-flower, and placed it one day in an album belonging to the Empress, which he found lying in the "Pavilion of Roses."]
# Krilof and His Fables/The Linnet and the Hedgehog

The Linnet and the Hedgehog.
A timid Linnet, a lover of solitude, was chirruping away to itself one morning at daybreak, but not because it wanted to be applauded—and, indeed, there could not have been any reason for applauding it; its song flowed from it involuntarily.
But, see! in all his blaze of glory resplendent Phoebus rose from out of the waves, seeming to bring life to all things along with him; and to welcome him, a chorus of clear-voiced nightingales made the dense woods resound with song. Our Linnet became silent.
"But you, my friend, why don't you sing?" tauntingly asked the Hedgehog.
"Because my voice is not fit for worthily extolling Phœbus," answered the poor Linnet, through its tears. "With a feeble voice I cannot venture to sing of Phoebus."
So I, too, grieve, and complain that Pindar's lyre did not fall to my lot. Had that been the case I would have sung of Alexander.
[This little poem derives its main interest from the fact that Krilof refers in it to himself. When Alexander I. was on his way back to Russia after the occupation of Paris, the poets of the day broke out into a chorus of congratulatory song. Krilof's friends advised him to write a poem on the subject. But about a month before Alexander returned, Krilof paid a visit to the Empress-Dowager, Maria Fedo­rovna, and recited to her this little fable.]
# Krilof and His Fables/The Wood and the Fire

The Wood and the Fire.
One winter day the remains of a Fire were smouldering in a Wood, forgotten there, no doubt, by some chance travellers. Hour by hour the Fire grew weaker. No fresh fuel being supplied to it, our Fire almost ceased to burn, and, seeing its end near at hand, thus spoke to the Wood:
"Tell me, dear Wood, why your fate is so hard that not a leaflet can be seen on you, and' you are freezing in utter bareness?"
"Because," replied the Wood, "I cannot put forth buds or foliage in the winter-time, when the snow is over all."
"A mere trifle!" continues the Fire. "Only ally yourself with me. I will assist you. I am the Sun's brother; and, in the winter season, I work miracles as much as the Sun. Ask about the fire in hothouses: inside them, during the winter, when the snow falls and the storm-wind is blowing without, everything is either blossoming or ripening, and that is all due to me. Self-praise is unbecoming, and I de­ test bragging; but as far as strength is concerned I will in ​nowise yield to the Sun. However proudly he may have shone here, he has gone to his bed without doing any harm to the snow. But around me, only see how the snow has melted. So if you want to grow green in winter, just as in spring and summer, grant me a little corner of your space."
See, the matter is agreed about; already, there, in the wood, have the smouldering embers become a fire; and that fire does not sleep. It runs along the branches and among the twigs. A black smoke soars in wreaths to the clouds, and a fierce flame suddenly enwraps the whole Wood. All perishes utterly; and there, where upon sultry days the traveller used to find a refuge in the shade, only blackened stumps stand out a little from the ground.
Not that there is anything to wonder at in this, for how can wood and fire be friends?