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# United States patent D47789

United States patent D47789
| | Design. J. B. Gruelle. Doll. Application filed May 28, 1915. | |
| 47,789 | | Patented Sept. 7, 1915. |
The Norris Peters Co., Photo-Litho, Washington, D. C.
United States Patent Office.
John B. Gruelle, of New York, N. Y.
Design for a Doll.
| 47,789. | Specification for Design. | Patented Sept. 7, 1915. |
Application filed May 28, 1915. Serial No. 31,073. Term of patent 14 years,
To. all whom it may concern:
Be it known that I, John B. Gruelle, a citizen of the United States, residing at New York city, in the county of New York and State of New York, have invented a new, original, and ornamental Design for a Doll, of which the following is a specification, reference being had to the accompanying drawings, forming part thereof.
Figures 1 and 2 are front and side elevations respectively of a doll, showing my new design.
I claim:
The ornamental design for a doll, as shown.
John B. Gruelle.
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# Caroling Dusk/Puck Goes to Court

PUCK GOES TO COURT
# Caroling Dusk/The Marathon Runner

THE MARATHON RUNNER
# Krilof and His Fables/The Ass

The Ass.
A Peasant had an Ass which seemed to behave itself so discreetly that he could not praise it too highly. But, in order that it might not get lost in the forest, our peasant tied a bell round its neck. On this our Ass, who had evidently heard a great deal of talk about decorations, became puffed up, began to grow proud and conceited, and looked upon itself as a very important gentleman. But its new rank proved ruinous to the Ass, poor thing!—a fact which may serve as a lesson for others besides asses. I ought to tell you beforehand that the Ass was never over-honest; ​but until it got its bell everything went smoothly with it. If it made its way into a field of rye or oats, or into a garden, it ate what it wanted, and then got out again quietly. But now it is a very different story with him. Whenever our illustrious gentleman trespasses, the bell which now adorns his neck goes with him, and rings an incessant peal. Every­ one looks out to see what it is. Here, one man, seizing a bludgeon, drives our poor beast out of his rye-field or his garden; and there, another, who owns a field of oats, no sooner hears the sound of the bell, than he catches up a stake, and begins thrashing the unfortunate animal's flanks. So that by the autumn our poor grandee is half dead: the Ass has nothing left but skin and bone.
In the same way among men, also, rank proves injurious to rogues. As long as a rogue's position is humble, he is not remarked. But a lofty rank is, to a rogue, as it were a bell round his neck. Its noise is loud, and may be heard afar off.
# Krilof and His Fables/The Landlord and the Mice

The Landlord and the Mice.
A certain Merchant built a magazine, in which he stored away his stock of edibles; and, in order that the mice should not damage them, he instituted a police of cats. And now the Merchant lives in peace. His stores are patrolled day and night, and all goes well. Unfortunately, an unexpected contingency occurs. One of the guardians proves himself a thief. Among cats, as with us (who knows it not?), the police are not faultless. But then, instead of detecting and punishing the thief, and sparing the honest servant, our landlord orders all his cats to be whipped. As soon as they hear this ingenious sentence, honest and guilty alike, they all run out of the house as quickly as possible: our landlord remains catless. This is just what the mice have been hoping and longing for. They enter the stores as soon as the cats have left, and in two or three weeks they contrive to eat up the whole of their contents.
[This fable, printed in 1811, probably alludes to the con­ sequences of the wholesale punishment inflicted on the officials of the Commissariat and Victualling Departments during the war with France. They were disgraced in a ​body, and their uniforms were taken from them. The result was, that numbers of them retired from the service, rather than put up with such a slight. Krilof was interested in the matter; for the sister of one of his best friends was married to the General-Provision-Master.]
# Krilof and His Fables/The Peasant and the Sheep

The Peasant and the Sheep.
A Peasant summoned a Sheep into court, charging the poor thing with a criminal offence. The judge was—the Fox. The case got into full swing immediately. Plaintiff and defendant were equally adjured to state, point by point, and without both speaking at once, how the affair took place, and in what their proofs consisted.
Says the Peasant: "On such and such a day, I missed two of my fowls early in the morning. Nothing was left of them but bones and feathers. And no one had been in the yard but the Sheep." Then the Sheep depones that it was fast asleep all the night in question; and it calls all its neighbours to testify that they had never known it guilty either of theft or of any roguery; and. besides this, it states that it never touches flesh-meat.
Here is the Fox's decision, word for word:
"The explanation of the Sheep cannot under any circum­stances be accepted.
For all rogues are notoriously clever at concealing their real designs; and it appears manifest, on due inquiry, that on the aforesaid night the Sheep was not separated from the fowls; and fowls are exceedingly savoury, and opportunity favoured it. Therefore I decide, according ​to my conscience, that it is impossible that the Sheep could have forborne to eat the fowls; and accordingly the Sheep shall be put to death, and its carcase shall be given to the court, and its fleece shall be taken by the plaintiff."
# Krilof and His Fables/The Razors

The Razors.
As I was travelling, one day, I fell in with an acquaintance, and we spent the night in the same bed-room. As soon as I awake next morning, what do I hear? My friend is evidently in trouble. The night before, we had both gone to bed merry and free from care; but now my friend is entirely changed: he groans, he sighs, he mutters words of com plaining.
"What is the matter, my friend?" I cry. "You're not ill, I hope."
"Oh, no," he replies; "but I 'm shaving."
"What! is that all?" I exclaim; and thereupon I get up ​and look at him. The strange fellow is making faces at himself in the looking-glass, with tears in his eyes, and looking as agonized all the time as if he were expecting to be flayed alive. When I had at last discovered the cause of such sufferings, I say to him, "It's no wonder, and it's entirely your own fault that you are so much hurt. Just look at those things of yours. They are more like carving-knives than razors: as to shaving with them, that is impossible. All you can do is to scrape yourself painfully with them."
"I must allow, brother," he replies, "that the razors are excessively blunt; how can I help knowing that? I 'm not such a fool as all that. But I never use sharp ones, for fear of cutting myself."
"But I venture to assure you, my friend, that you will cut yourself much sooner with a blunt razor. With a sharp one you will shave yourself twice as safely; only you must know how to use it properly."
Are there not many, though they would be ashamed to own it, who are afraid of clever people, and are more ready to have fools about them?
# Krilof and His Fables/The Wolf and the Mouse

The Wolf and the Mouse.
A grisly Wolf carried off a sheep from the fold into a retired nook in the forest—not from hospitality, one may well suppose. The glutton tore the skin off the poor sheep, and began devouring it so greedily that the bones cracked under its teeth. But, in spite of its rapacity, it could not eat it all up; so it set aside what remained over for supper, and then, lying down close by it, cuddled itself together at its ease, after the succulent repast.
But, see, the smell of the banquet has attracted its near neighbour, a young Mouse. Between the mossy tufts and hil­ locks it has crept, has seized a morsel of meat, and has run ​off quickly to its home in a hollow tree. Perceiving the theft, our Wolf begins to howl through the forest, crying, "Police! Robbery! Stop thief! I'm ruined! I've been robbed of everything I possessed!"
Just such an occurrence did I witness in the town. A thief stole a watch from Clement, the judge, and the judge shouted after the thief, "Police, police!"
# Krilof and His Fables/The Peasant in Trouble

The Peasant in Trouble
A Thief crept into a Peasant's house one autumn night, and, betaking himself to the store-room, rummaged the walls, the shelves, and the ceiling, and stole, without remorse, all he could lay his hands on. So that our Moujik, poor fellow, who had lain down a rich man, woke up so bereft of everything, that a beggar's sack seemed the only resource left him in the world. Heaven grant that none of us may ever know a similar waking! The Peasant weeps and wails, and calls together his friends and relatives, his gossips, and all his neighbours.
"Can't you help me in my trouble?" he asks.
Then each begins to address the Peasant, and favours him with sage advice.
Says his gossip Karpich, "Ah, my light! you shouldn't have gone boasting to all the world that you were so rich."
Says his gossip Klimich, "In future, my dear gossip, you must take care to have the store-room close to the room you sleep in."
​"Ah, brothers, you're all in the wrong," exclaims his neighbour Phocas. "The fault wasn't in the store-room being at a distance. What you must do is to keep some fierce dogs in your yard. Take whichever you please of my Jouchka's puppies. I would far rather cordially make a present of them to a good neighbour than drown them."
And thus, as far as words went, his loving friends and relatives gave him a thousand excellent pieces of advice, each according to his power; but when it came to deeds, not one of them would help the poor fellow.
# Krilof and His Fables/The Sword-Blade

The Sword-Blade.
The keen blade of a Sword, made of Damascus steel, which had been thrown aside on a heap of old iron, was sent to market with the other pieces of metal, and sold for a trifle to a Moujik. Now, a Moujik’s ideas move in a narrow circle. He immediately set to work to turn the blade to account. Our Moujik fitted a handle to the blade, and began to strip with it lime trees, in the forest, of the bark he wanted for shoes, while at home he unceremoniously splin­tered fir chips with it. Sometimes, also, he would lop off twigs with it, or small branches for mending his wattled fences, or would shape stakes with it for his garden paling. ​And the result was that, before the year was out, our blade was notched and rusted from one end to the other, and the children used to ride astride of it. So one day a Hedgehog, which was lying under a bench in the cottage, close by the spot where the blade had been flung, said to it,
"Tell me, what do you think of this life of yours? If there is any truth in all the fine things that are said about Da­mascus steel, you surely must be ashamed of having to splinter fir chips, and square stakes, and of being turned, at last, into a plaything for children."
But the Sword-blade replied,
"In the hands of a warrior, I should have been a terror to the foe; but here my special faculties are of no avail. So in this house I am turned to base uses only. But am I free to choose my employment? No! Not I, but he, ought to be ashamed, who could not see for what I was fit to be employed."
# Krilof and His Fables/The Eagle and the Spider

The Eagle and the Spider.
An Eagle had soared above the clouds to the loftiest peak of the Caucasus. There, on an ancient cedar it settled, and admired the landscape visible at its feet. It seemed as if tire borders of the world could be seen from thence. Here flowed rivers, winding across the plains; there stood woods and meadows, adorned with the full garb of spring; and, beyond, frowned the angry Caspian Sea, black as a raven's wing.
"Praise be to thee, О Jove, that, as ruler of the world, thou hast bestowed on me such powers of flight that I know of no heights to me inaccessible!"—thus the Eagle addressed ​Jupiter—"insomuch that I now look upon the beauties of the world from a point whither no other being has ever flown."
"What a boaster you are!" replies a Spider to it from a twig. "As I sit here, am I lower than you, comrade?"
The Eagle looks up. Truly enough, the Spider is busy spinning its web about a twig overhead, just as if it wanted to shut out the sunlight from the Eagle.
"How did you get up to this height?" asks the Eagle.
"Even among the strongest of wing there are some who would not dare to trust themselves here. But you, weak and wingless, is it possible you can have crawled here?"
"No; I didn't use that means of rising aloft."
"Well, then, how did you get here?"
"Why, I just fastened myself on to you, and you brought me yourself from down below on your tail-feathers. But I know how to maintain my position here without your help, so I beg you will not assume such airs in my presence; for know that I——"
At this moment a gust of wind comes suddenly flying by, and whirls away the Spider again into the lowest depths.
# Krilof and His Fables/The Merchant

The Merchant.
"Come here, Andrew, my brother! Where have you got to? Come here, quickly, and admire your uncle's doings. Deal as I do, and you'll never suffer loss." Thus in his shop spoke a Merchant to his nephew. "You know that remnant of Polish cloth—the one we have had on our hands so long, because it was old, and damp, and rotten? Well, I've just passed it off for English. Here is a hundred-rouble note I have just this instant got for it. Heaven must have sent a fool this way."
"Just so, uncle, just so," replied the nephew; "only I'm ​not quite sure as to which was the fool. Just look here; you'll see you've taken a forged note."
To cheat!—the Merchant cheated: there's nothing won­derful in that. But if one looks around in the world a little higher than where the shops are, one sees that even there people go on in the self-same manner. Almost all of them are occupied in everything by the same calculation; and that is, "How can one man best succeed in cheating another?"
# Krilof and His Fables/The Pig

The Pig.
A Pig once made its way into the courtyard of a lordly mansion, sauntered at its will around the stables and the kitchen, wallowed in filth, bathed in slops, and then returned home from its visit a thorough pig.
"Well, Kavronya, what have you seen?" says the Swine­ herd to the Pig. "They do say that there is nothing but pearls and diamonds in rich people's houses, and that there each thing is richer than the rest."
​"I assure you they talk nonsense," grunted Kavronya. "I saw no riches at all—nothing but dirt and offal; and yet you may suppose I didn't spare my snout, for I dug up the whole of the back yard."
God forbid I should hurt any one by my comparison; but how can one help calling those critics Kavronyas who, in whatever they have to discuss, have the faculty of seeing only that which is bad?
# Krilof and His Fables/The Fox in the Ice

The Fox in the Ice.
Very early one winter morning, during a hard frost, a Fox was drinking at an ice-hole, not far from the haunts of men. Meanwhile, whether by pure accident or from negli­gence doesn't much matter, the end of its tail got wet, and froze to the ice. No great harm was done; the Fox could easily remedy it. It had only to give a tolerably hard pull, and leave about a score of its hairs behind; then it could run away home quickly, before any one came. But how could it make up its mind to spoil its tail? Such a bushy tail as it was, so ample and golden! No; better wait a little. Surely, men are sleeping still. It's even possible that a thaw may, meanwhile, set in. In that case, it will be able to withdraw its tail easily from the ice-hole. So it waits: it goes on waiting, but its tail only freezes all the more. It looks round; the day is already beginning to dawn. People are stirring; voices are to be heard. Our poor Fox begins to rush about wildly—now this way, now that. But still it cannot free itself from the hole. Luckily, a Wolf comes running that way.
"Dear friend, gossip, father!" cries the Fox, "do save me I am all but lost!"
​So the Wolf stopped, and set to work to rescue the Fox. Its method was a very simple one: it bit the tail of the Fox clean off. So our foolish friend went home tailless, but re­joicing that its skin was still on its back.
# Krilof and His Fables/The Wolf and the Fox

The Wolf and the Fox.
A Fox, which had feasted on fowls to satiety, and had set aside a good store of spare food, lay down under a haycock, one evening, to sleep. Suddenly it looks up, and sees a hungry Wolf dragging itself along to pay it a visit.
"This is terrible, gossip!" says the Wolf. "I cannot anywhere find even the smallest of bones to pick, and I am ac­tually dying of hunger. The dogs are malicious, the shepherd won't sleep, and I have nothing left but to hang myself."
"Really?"
"Really and truly."
"My poor old gossip! But won't you take a little hay? ​There is a whole haycock. I am delighted to oblige my friend."
But what its friend wanted was meat, not hay; and about its stock of provisions the Fox said never a word. So my grey-coated hero, though greatly caressed as to its ears by its gossip, had to go to bed supperless.
# Krilof and His Fables/The Owl and the Ass

The Owl and the Ass.
A blind Ass, which had undertaken a long journey, wandered from the road into a forest. As the night came on, our foolish fellow went so far into the thicket that it couldn't move either backwards or forwards; and even one who had eyes would have been unable to get out of that difficulty. But an Owl, by good luck, happened to be in the neighbourhood, and offered to act as a guide to the Ass. We all know how well Owls see at night. Hills, hillocks, ditches, precipices—all these our Owl distinguished as if it had been daylight, and, by daybreak, it had made its way with the Ass to the level road. Now, how could any one part with such a guide? So the Ass entreated the Owl not to desert it, and determined to visit the whole world in the Owl's company. Our Owl seated itself like a lord on the back of the Ass, and the two friends began to continue their journey. But did it prosper? No. The sun had scarcely begun to glow in the morning sky, when a greater than nocturnal darkness hid everything from the Owl's eyes. But our Owl is obsti­nate: it directs the Ass at random.
"Take care!" it cries. "We shall tumble into a pool, if we go to the right."
​There was really no pool on the right; but on the left there was even worse.
"Keep more to the left—another pace to the left!"
And—the Owl and the Ass fell into the ravine together.
# Krilof and His Fables/The Monkey and the Spectacles

The Monkey and the Spectacles.
A Monkey became weak-sighted in old age. Now it had heard men say that this misfortune was one of no great importance; only one must provide oneself with glasses. So it gets half-a-dozen pairs of spectacles, turns them now this way and now that, puts them on the top of its head, applies them to its tail, smells them, licks them; still the spectacles have no effect at all on its sight.
"Good lack!" it cries, "what fools they be who listen to all the nonsense men utter! They've told me nothing but lies about the spectacles. There isn't an atom of good in them."
​Here the Monkey, in its vexation and annoyance, flung them down on a stone so violently that they were utterly broken to bits.
Unfortunately, men behave in the same way. However useful a thing may be, an ignorant man, who knows nothing about its value, is sure to speak ill of it, and, if he possesses any influence, he persecutes it too.
# Freedom to Travel to Cuba Act (2009 bill)

H.R. 874
111TH CONGRESS 1ST SESSION
IN THE HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES
Mr. DELAHUNT (for himself, Mr. FLAKE, Ms. DELAURO, Mrs. EMERSON, Mr. MCGOVERN, Mr. MORAN of Kansas, Ms. EDWARDS of Maryland, Mr. PAUL, and Mr. FARR) introduced the following bill; which was referred to the Committee on Foreign Affairs
A BILL
    Be it enacted by the Senate and House of Representatives of the United States of America in Congress assembled,

### SECTION 1. SHORT TITLE.

    This Act may be cited as the ``Freedom to Travel to Cuba Act´´.

### SEC. 2. TRAVEL TO CUBA.

    On and after the date of the enactment of this Act, and subject to section 3—
          (1) the President may not regulate or prohibit, directly or indirectly, travel to or from Cuba by United States citizens or legal residents, or any of the transactions incident to such travel; and
          (2) any regulation in effect on such date of enactment that regulates or prohibits travel to or from Cuba by United States citizens or legal residents or transactions incident to such travel shall cease to have any force or effect.

### SEC. 3. EXCEPTIONS.

    Section 2 shall not apply in a case in which the United States is at war with Cuba, armed hostilities between the two countries are in progress, or there is imminent danger to the public health or the physical safety of United States travelers.

### SEC. 4. APPLICABILITY.

    This Act applies to actions taken by the President before the date of the enactment of this Act that are in effect on such date of enactment, and to actions taken on or after such date.

### SEC. 5. INAPPLICABILITY OF OTHER PROVISIONS.

    The provisions of this Act apply notwithstanding section 102(h) of the Cuban Liberty and Democratic Solidarity (LIBERTAD) Act of 1996 (22 U.S.C. 6032(h)) and section 910(b) of the Trade Sanctions Reform and Export Enhancement Act of 2000 (22 U.S.C. 7210(b)).
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