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# Panama Company v. Pigott/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
254 U.S. 552
Panama Company v. Pigott
Argued: Jan. 13, 1921. --- Decided: Jan 24, 1921
This is an action brought in the District Court of the Canal Zone for the Division of Cristobal to recover from the Panama Railroad Company for personal injuries suffered by the minor, Pigott, in the City of Colon, Republic of Panama. Pigott recovered a judgment which was affirmed by the Circuit Court of Appeals. 256 Fed. 837, 168 C. C. A. 183. The case is brought to this Court under the Panama Canal Act, August 24, 1912, c. 390, § 9; 37 Stat. 560, 566 (Comp. St. § 10045). The facts may be stated in a few words. The minor, a boy of seven, was run over when attempting to cross the railroad track on a street in Colon. There was evidence that the crossing was much used and that especially in the afternoon, the time of the accident, there usually were many children about; there were however, neither gates nor a watchman at the place. A hedge higher than the child somewhat obstructed the view. The engine was backing a box car and did not have the lookout required by the company's rules. There was evidence also that it gave no warning by bell or whistle. In short by the criteria of the common law the plaintiff had a right to go to the jury with his case.
The fundamental argument for the plaintiff in error is that the law of Panama was not applied in determining the principles of liability or in fixing the rule of damages. It is contended that if, as there was evidence to prove, due care had been used in the selection of servants by the railroad, the company was not answerable for their negligence, and that in any event there could be no recovery for pain. Both of these contentions are simply attempts to reargue what was decided in Panama Railroad Co. v. Toppin, 252 U.S. 308, 40 Sup. Ct. 319, 64 L. Ed. 582. The plaintiff in error certainly did not get less than it was entitled to when, in view of contradictory testimony from lawyers on the two sides, the Court left the law of Panama to the jury. The Court was warranted in also leaving to the jury the question whether proper care required the company to have a flagman or gate at the crossing and the other safeguards that we have mentioned. Grand Trunk Ry. Co. v. Ives, 144 U.S. 408, 12 Sup. Ct. 679, 36 L. Ed. 485. In view of the extreme youth of the plaintiff we cannot say that the Court erred in allowing the jury to attribute his misfortune to the defendant's conduct alone, whatever difficulties there might be in the case of an older person; and we perceive no other ground for not allowing the verdict and the decision of the two Courts below to stand.
Judgment affirmed.

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# Patriotic pieces from the Great War/Marching Away

MARCHING AWAY
There is a shrill of bugles, There is a sound of drums, And down the wide and sun-lit street A stately column comes In answer to the bugles' call, And to the call of drums.
The sons of loving households, Bright youths from shop and store Who leave their own familiar work, For tasks untried before, They go with sturdy feet and hands, And study war's grim lore.
Our smiles and tears are mingled; "Dear God, be kind," we pray; "Be good to these our bonny lads Who enter in the fray; No care of ours can be their shield, They go so far away."
Our sons were kindly gentlemen, They were not taught to slay, But, bred to ways of law and peace, They saw their life's bright day Unfolding fair before their eyes, With joys of work and play.
​But sudden, swift, the bugles' cry And drum-beats fill their ears; They make no protest at the call, And trample down their fears, And we—we watch them march away And smile against our tears!
—Emma A. E. Lente
# Patriotic pieces from the Great War/My Sailor Boy

MY SAILOR BOY
Used by permission of the author
I did not ask for strength to let him go (Although he seemed so young—still but a child); I did not pray for courage—God, you know— When down the silver street, blue clad, they filed. More than my life went with them through the snow, And yet, dear God—you saw—I smiled—I smiled.
But oh! how shall I pass each day his door Where still the shadow of his presence lingers? How touch the things he loved to touch, Still warm and vibrant from his dear brown fingers? How tread the silent floors his glad feet trod, Day after day—unless you help me—God!
—Viola Brothers Shore
# Patriotic pieces from the Great War/La Bassée Road

LA BASSÉE ROAD
(Guinchy, 1915)
You'll see from the La Bassée Road, on any summer's day, The children herding nanny-goats, the women making hay. You'll see the soldiers, khaki clad, in column and platoon, Come swinging up La Bassée Road from billets in Bethune. There's hay to save and corn to cut, but harder work by far Awaits the soldier boys who reap the harvest fields of war. You'll see them swinging up the road where women work at hay, The straight long road,—La Bassée Road,—on any summer day.
The night-breeze sweeps La Bassée Road, the night-dews wet the hay, The boys are coming back again, a straggling crowd are they. The column's lines are broken, there are gaps in the platoon, They'll not need many billets, now, for soldiers in Bethune, ​For many boys, good lusty boys, who marched away so fine, Have now got little homes of clay beside the firing line. Good luck to them, God speed to them, the boys who march away, A-swinging up La Bassée Road each sunny summer day.
—Patrick MacGill
# Patriotic pieces from the Great War/Marching Forth to War

MARCHING FORTH TO WAR
Permission of the Chicago Examiner, Chicago
It was grand to be a soldier and go swinging down the street With a crowd of cheering children throwing flowers at your feet, While the girls along the sidewalk waved to you a fond good-by, And the prettiest of them, maybe, had a tear drop in her eye. Bands were playing, flags were waving, when the army marched away, It was glorious and thrilling, but it's pretty grim to-day.
Down the streets you file at midnight, not a soul to see or hear, Not a strain of martial music, not a flutter not a cheer. No one there to breathe a blessing on the cause you go to fight, Or to wish you all the glory of a battle for the right. Gloom and silence all around you, gloom and silence on before. Ah! it sure does take a hero thus to march away to war.
​It was fine to be a soldier, when the ship sailed down the bay, And the shores were filled with people come to watch you sail away. How the whistles shrieked and shouted on the boats that passed you by, How the echoing farewell salvos rose until they reached the sky. How you thought of deeds of valor as you watched the vessel's bow Cut the waves that tumbled seaward. Ah! It's grimmer business now.
In the darkness of the morning, just before the break of dawn, On the silent decks you huddle as the vessel hurries on. One by one you see the fading of the lights along the shore, And you hear the swash and rustle of the water, nothing more. Like an exile you must stand there and look out across the foam. Ah! it takes a heart of iron thus to sail away from home.
# Patriotic pieces from the Great War/Mizpah

MIZPAH
Permission of Munsey's Magazine, New York
Oh, man o' mine in olive drab, So handsome, brave, and strong, You're bound for "somewhere" there in France To join the fighting throng.
Oh, man o' mine, from out your heart Your eye speaks brave and true; You'll do your patriotic part, For, man o' mine, that's you!
For liberty you're going, man, And honor—therefore go! But oh, my man, come back, come back, Because I need you so!
One man in ten must fall they say; Each hour my fervent prayer Will seek its heavenward way to plead That God may guard you there.
I know the horrors you will see; I hear the bursting shell. But, man o' mine, you'll do your part, And do it more than well!
​'Tis such as you they want, my man, To stem the tyrants' greed; But oh, my man, come back, come back, My love, my strength, my need!
—Gertrude Stewart
# Patriotic pieces from the Great War/Little Mother

LITTLE MOTHER
Permission of the Publishers, The Stewart & Kidd Co., Cincinnati
Little mother, little mother, with the shadows in your eyes, And the icy hand of Fear about your heart, You cannot help your boy prepare to make his sacrifice, Unless you make yours bravely at the start!
He is training, as a million others train; He is giving what the others give—their best; Make him feel your faith in him, though your troubled eyes grow dim; Let him know that you can stand the acid test!
Because he's joined the colors—he's not dead! Because he's found his duty, he's not lost! Through your mother-love, my dear, keep him steady, keep him near, To the soul he loves—your soul—whate'er the cost!
You aren't alone in heartaches or in doubts; All mothers feel this burden, newly coined; ​Then call your trembling pride to your colors—to your side— "Be a sport!" and make him glad that he has joined!
Little mother, little mother, with the shadows in your eyes, And the icy hand of Fear about your heart, There is this that you can do: "Play the game," there honor lies, Now your boy and country need you—do your part!
—Everard Jack Appleton
# Patriotic pieces from the Great War/Matey

MATEY
(Cambrin, May, 1915)
Not comin' back to-night, matey, And reliefs are comin' through, We're all goin' out all right, matey, Only we're leavin' you. Gawd! it's a bloody sin, matey, Now that we've finished the fight, We go when reliefs come in, matey, But you're stayin' 'ere to-night.
Over the top is cold, matey— You lie on the field alone, Didn't I love you of old, matey, Dearer than the blood of my own? You were my dearest chum, matey— (Gawd! but your face is white) But now, though reliefs 'ave come, matey, I'm goin' alone to-night.
I'd sooner the bullet was mine, matey— Goin' out on my own, Leavin' you 'ere in the line, matey, All by yourself, alone. Chum o' mine and you're dead, matey, And this is the way we part, The bullet went through your head, matey, But Gawd! it went through my 'eart.
—Patrick MacGill
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/Influence

INFLUENCE
MY friend leaned o'er the flowery brink Of evil, bending down to drink; But though he stooped, resolved to take The harmful draught despite my fears, He yielded for my pleading's sake, Feeling my love and tears.
Again he stoops; again I long To save a fellow-man from wrong. He was my friend! Fain, in this hour, Would I defend him as before: I strive—but I have lost the power, Who love him now no more.
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/Interchange

INTERCHANGE
THE oriole sang in the apple tree; The sick girl lay on her bed, and heard The tremulous note of the glad wild bird; And, "Ah!" she sighed, "to share with thee Life's rapture exquisite and strong: Its hope, its eager energy, Its fragrance and its song!"
The oriole swayed in the apple tree, And he sang: "I will build, with my love, a nest, Fine as e'er welcomed a birdling guest: Like a pendant blossom, secure yet free, It shall hang from the bough above me there, Bright, bright with the gold that is combed for me From the sick girl's auburn hair!"
So he built the nest in the apple tree; And, burnished over, a ball of light, It gleamed and shone in the sick girl's sight, And she gazed upon it wonderingly: ​But when the bird had forever flown, They brought the nest from the apple tree To the bed where she lay alone.
"O builder of this mystery!"— The wide and wistful eyes grew dim, And the soul of the sick girl followed him— "Dear bird! I have had part, through thee, In the life for which I long and long: Have shared its hope, its energy, Its rapture and its song!"
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/I Heard a Voice

I HEARD A VOICE
I HEARD a voice say: "You, Who worship, should pursue: The good you dream of—do.
"Arise!—perfection seek. Surmounting what is weak, Toil on from peak to peak!"
"Henceforth, through sun and shade," I answered, "unafraid, I follow the shy maid:
"Yea, beauty to create, Accept with heart elate Whate'er may be my fate."
Then, in youth's ardor, strong, I toiled my way along, Upon my lips a song;
But as I climbed on high, Toward the forbidding sky Perfection seemed to fly;
​And though I strove the more, Still through some viewless door She ever passed before.
Heart-wearied and forespent, With body earthward bent, I ceased from the ascent;
Then, when hope seemed too late, Despairing,—at Death's gate I heard a voice say: "Wait!"
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/In April

IN APRIL
WHEN beeches bud and lilacs blow, And Earth puts on her magic green; When dogwoods bear their vernal snow And skies grow deep the stars between,— Then, O ye birds! awake and sing The gladness at the heart of Spring!
When flowers blossom for the poor, And Nature heals the hurt of years, When wondering Love resists the cure, Yet hopes again, and smiles through tears,— Then, O ye birds! awake and sing The gladness at the heart of Spring!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/In Winter

IN WINTER
IT will be long ere 'neath the sunlight dimpling, The mountain snows melt back to earth's still breast, Ere swallows build, and wayward brooklets wimpling O'er pebbly beds, wind by the pewee's nest, Ere swells the lily's cup, ere transport strong Thrills in the bluebird's lay,—it will be long!
It will be long ere dews and fresh'ning showers Descend where latticed roses languid burn, Ere, pale from exile, nodding wayside flowers And timid woodland darlings home return, Ere vesper-sparrows chant their Delphian song, And larks at sunrise sing,—it will be long!
But though fierce blow the winds through forests shrouded, Where snows, for leafy verdure, cheerless cling, Though seas moan wild, and skies are darkly clouded,— Within the heart that loves 't is always spring! There memories and hopes, fresh-budding, throng, And faith forgets that Winter lingers long.
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/In Darkness

IN DARKNESS
I WILL be still; The terror drawing nigh Shall startle from my lips no coward cry; Nay, though the night my deadliest dread fulfil, I will be still.
For, oh! I know, Though suffering hours delay, Yet to Eternity they pass away, Carrying something onward as they flow, Outlasting woe!
Yes, something won; The harvest of our tears— Something unfading, plucked from fading years, Something to blossom on beyond the sun. From sorrow won.
The agony, So hopeless now of balm, Shall sleep at last, in light as pure and calm As that wherewith the stars look down on thee, Gethsemane!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/In the Town a Wild Bird Singing

IN THE TOWN A WILD BIRD SINGING
"Hear me, Theresa, Theresa, Theresa!"
HARK! Do I dream? Nay, even now I heard The whitethroat's music, tremulous yet clear: The very plaint, O lonely bird, That often midst the greening woods hath stirred My heart; but never here!
This is the City! High above the street, Before my window singing in the dawn, By what imagination dost thou cheat Thy hope to utter melody so sweet, Far from thy groves withdrawn?
Thy tones transport me, wistful, to the North, Seeming to lay a touch upon my brow Cool as the balsam-laden airs that now Through pine-woods blow: they woo my spirit forth— Forth of the town—forth of myself. But thou?
Dost thou an exile wander from thy home Or art thou hast'ning thither? ​Through what beguilement dost thou friendless roam? And goest thou—ah, whither?
Day quickly fades, Night may refuse her star, Clouds may arise, and elemental strife,— Ah, hapless bird! what Wanderlust of life Betrayed thy wings so far?
Full as my soul of tremulous desires, Thy voice I hear in supplication rise. "Theresa!" dost thou call? Unto the skies The plaint, adoring, holily aspires:— "Theresa!" Is it she keeps watch o'er thee?— Homeless—but free?
Wise minstrel! Thou dost well to call on her; No saint was ever lovelier. Her heart had room for such wide tenderness As his who "Little Sister" called the birds, And pity, deeper than all words, Taught her, like him, to bless.
Silent? Where art thou? Lo, the City wakes! Toil's round begins, and calm the world forsakes. ​Thou, too, art gone!—nor evermore shalt come Without my window here at dawn to sing. Adieu, strange guest! Theresa guide thy wing Safe to the sweet wild woods that are thy home!
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/Immortal

IMMORTAL
LIFE is like a beauteous flower, Closing to the world at even,— Closing for a dreamless hour, To unfold, with dawn, on heaven.
Life is like a bird that nests Close to earth, no shelter scorning, Yet, upmounting from her breast, Fills the skies with song at morning.
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/In a Tenement

IN A TENEMENT
I THINK our alley 's darker now Since once I went away— I can't exactly tell you how— In a strange place to play With other children like myself, A whole long summer's day!
It was n't really there, I 'm sure— That place so strange to me, For nobody was cold or poor: It just was green, and free, And up above there seemed of blue A million miles to be.
The fairies live there!—little Ruth The lame girl told me so: Yes; and I know it for a truth That there the fairies go, And cover over all the trees With flowers white as snow.
​The flowers made in Fairyland Have breath—oh, breath that 's sweet! For once I held them in my hand— Far off from this dull street!— And looked down in their hearts and saw The tracks of fairy feet.
I dream at night of that strange place, And in my dream, quite near, They dance about before my face,— The fairies kind and dear; And, oh, I want to go to them! You see, they can't come here.
# Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/Indian-Pipe

INDIAN-PIPE
IN the heart of the forest arising, Slim, ghostly, and fair, Ethereal offspring of moisture, Of earth and of air; With slender stems anchored together Where first they uncurl, Each tipped with its exquisite lily Of mother-of-pearl; Mid the pine-needles, closely enwoven Its roots to embale,— The Indian-pipe of the woodland, Thrice lovely and frail!
Is this but an earth-springing fungus— This darling of Fate Which out of the mouldering darkness Such light can create? Or is it the spirit of Beauty, Here drawn by love's lure To give to the forest a something Unearthy and pure: ​To crystallize dewdrop and balsam And dryad-lisped words And starbeam and moonrise and rapture And song of wild birds?
# Picture Show

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* "Picture-Show" (1919), a poem by Siegfried Sassoon
* Picture Show (1919), a poetry collection by Siegfried Sassoon
* Picture Show (1919–1939), a British film magazine

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# Picture Show (Sassoon collection)/Aftermath

AFTERMATH
# Picture Show (Sassoon collection)/Battalion-Relief

BATTALION-RELIEF
# Picture Show (Sassoon collection)

This transcription is of the first appearance of this work, privately printed by Sassoon in 1919. It was first published in 1920.
PICTURE-SHOW
PICTURE SHOW BY SIEGFRIED SASSOON
Privately Printed 1919
INDEX
Two hundred copies printed for the Author by J. B. Peace, M. A., at the University Press, Cambridge, June, 1919.
This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1929.
The longest-living author of this work died in 1967, so this work is in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 56 years or less. This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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# Picture Show (Sassoon collection)/Ancient History

ANCIENT HISTORY
# O'Conor v. Texas

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United States Supreme Court
202 U.S. 501
O'Conor v. Texas
Argued: and submitted April 19, 1906. --- Decided: May 28, 1906
Mr. H. G. Dickinson for plaintiff in error.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 501-504 intentionally omitted]
Messrs. Charles K. Bell, Robert V. Davidson, and William E. Hawkins for defendant in error.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 504-506 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice Brewer delivered the opinion of the court:

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# O'Donoghue v. United States ex rel. Hitz

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United States Supreme Court
289 U.S. 516
O'Donoghue v. United States ex rel. Hitz
Argued: April 12, 1933. --- Decided: May 29, 1933
[Syllabus from pages 516-518 intentionally omitted]
Messrs. John S. Flannery, of Washington, D.C., and John W. Davis, of New York City, for O'Donoghue and Hitz.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 520-522 intentionally omitted]
The Attorney General and Mr.Thomas D. Thacher, Sol. Gen., of Washington, D.C., for the United States.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 523-525 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice SUTHERLAND delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# O'Dell v. Thompson

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United States Supreme Court
502 U.S. 995
O'Dell v. Thompson
No. 91-5655
Petition for writ of certiorari to the Supreme Court of Virginia denied.
Statement of Justice BLACKMUN, with whom Justice STEVENS and Justice O'CONNOR join, respecting the denial of the petition for writ of certiorari.
This is a capital case. Since the present Term began on October 7, 1991, the Court has considered 102 capital petitions, each seeking review of a decision of a State's highest court. Even if practical considerations did not preclude review on the merits of all such petitions, another consideration often argues against granting certiorari: in many of these cases, a federal habeas proceeding is necessary to develop further the petitioner's claims, both factually and legally. This is one such case. Because I believe the evidence raises serious questions about whether petitioner was guilty of the charged crime or was capable of representing himself, I write to underscore the importance of affording petitioner meaningful federal habeas review.
Statement by Justice BLACKMUN respecting the denial of certiorari with whom Justice STEVENS and Justice O'CONNOR join.

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# O'Donnell v. Elgin J & E Railway Company

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## Dissenting Opinion

    Burton
United States Supreme Court
338 U.S. 384
O'Donnell v. Elgin J & E Railway Company
Argued: Oct. 21, 1949. --- Decided: Dec 12, 1949
See 338 U.S. 945, 70 S.Ct. 427.
Mr. Joseph D. Ryan, Chicago, Ill., for petitioner.
Mr. Harlan L. Hackbert, Chicago, Ill., for respondent.
Mr. Justice JACKSON delivered the opinion of the Court.

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