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# Proclamation 7834

Delivered on 18 October 2004.
By the President of the United States of America A Proclamation
Individuals have the power to do much good, and great societies are built by knowing the difference between right and wrong. People of character strengthen our country through their daily actions. To help children fulfill their potential and build a more hopeful future for our Nation, we must continue to encourage and support the character development of our young people and support the institutions that give direction and purpose: our families, our schools, and our faith-based and community organizations.
Americans of all ages continue to inspire others with their compassion and decency by giving their time to faith-based and community organizations and bringing hope to others at home and around the world. The Senior Corps has more than 500,000 caring souls serving in its programs; the Peace Corps has grown to its highest number of volunteers in 28 years; and AmeriCorps will grow by 50 percent to 75,000 members this year. Almost two million students volunteer each year through the Learn and Serve America programs, which incorporate community service as a vital part of education. In addition, more than 1,300 communities have formed Citizen Corps Councils; over 10,000 communities have registered Neighborhood Watch programs; more than 27,000 Americans are serving in the Medical Reserve Corps; over 52,000 citizens have completed Community Emergency Response Team training; and there are more than 68,000 volunteers in the Volunteers in Police Service program. The true strength of America lies in the hearts and souls of its citizens, and these volunteers are making our country better and stronger.
Now, Therefore, I, George W. Bush, President of the United States of America, by virtue of the authority vested in me by the Constitution and laws of the United States, do hereby proclaim October 17 through October 23, 2004, as National Character Counts Week. I call upon public officials, educators, librarians, parents, students, and all Americans to observe this week with appropriate ceremonies, activities, and programs.
In Witness Whereof, I have hereunto set my hand this eighteenth day of October, in the year of our Lord two thousand four, and of the Independence of the United States of America the two hundred and twenty-ninth.
George W. Bush
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# Proclamation 7836

Delivered on 20 October 2004.
By the President of the United States of America A Proclamation
America's forests are places of beauty and incredible natural wealth. They are homes to wildlife and offer many economic opportunities for our Nation. During National Forest Products Week, we recognize the many benefits of our forests and continue our dedication to protecting them.
Across our country, many communities rely on healthy forests for economic stability. Our forests provide paper products, building materials, chemicals, and many other items needed by families and small businesses across America. Responsible forest management helps provide jobs and maintain these important resources to help meet the daily needs of Americans and people around the world.
My Administration has made forest health a high priority, and we will continue to promote active management and forest conservation. Under the Healthy Forests Initiative, we acted to remove the causes of severe wildfires by thinning forest undergrowth before disaster strikes. And the Healthy Forests Restoration Act of 2003, which I signed into law last December, expands our work, helping protect valuable lands that serve as habitat for wildlife and ensuring the safety and economic vitality of communities affected by wildfires. The Act enforces high standards of conservation to help return our forests to more natural conditions and maintain the full range of forest types.
To ensure that our forests remain a source of pride for all Americans, we must continue our tradition of protecting the land for future generations. By combining the ethic of good stewardship with the spirit of innovation, we can advance a healthy environment and continue economic growth and job creation.
In recognizing the importance of our forests, the Congress, by Public Law 86-753 (36 U.S.C. 123), as amended, has designated the week beginning on the third Sunday in October of each year as "National Forest Products Week" and has authorized and requested the President to issue a proclamation in observance of this week.
Now, Therefore, I, George W. Bush, President of the United States of America, do hereby proclaim October 17 through October 23, 2004, as National Forest Products Week. I call upon all Americans to observe this week with appropriate ceremonies and activities.
In Witness Whereof, I have hereunto set my hand this twentieth day of October, in the year of our Lord two thousand four, and of the Independence of the United States of America the two hundred and twenty-ninth.
George W. Bush
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# Proclamation 7838

Delivered on 4 November 2004.
By the President of the United States of America A Proclamation
By deciding to share their hearts and homes with a child, adoptive parents demonstrate great compassion and receive many blessings in return. During National Adoption Month, we recognize the generosity of adoptive and foster families who are providing hope and love, and we encourage the adoption of children of all ages.
In 2002, I signed the Promoting Safe and Stable Families legislation that supports families and promotes adoption, and last December I signed the Adoption Promotion Act of 2003 to increase incentives to adopt older children. We have raised the adoption tax credit to $10,000 per child and created the AdoptUSKids website that has joined thousands of children with adoptive parents. We are working hard to place more children from foster care to permanent homes. This year, on November 20, communities from all 50 States and the District of Columbia will celebrate National Adoption Day by finalizing the adoption of thousands of children by loving families. And each one of those families will be enriched by the addition of new members. By bringing care and hope into other lives, individuals can fill their own lives with greater purpose.
Now, Therefore, I, George W. Bush, President of the United States of America, by virtue of the authority vested in me by the Constitution and laws of the United States, do hereby proclaim November 2004 as National Adoption Month. I call on all Americans to observe this month with appropriate programs and activities to honor adoptive families and to participate in efforts to find permanent homes for waiting children.
In Witness Whereof, I have hereunto set my hand this fourth day of November, in the year of our Lord two thousand four, and of the Independence of the United States of America the two hundred and twenty-ninth.
George W. Bush
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# Proclamation 7839

Delivered on 4 November 2004.
By the President of the United States of America A Proclamation
Today, it is estimated that over 4 million Americans suffer from Alzheimer's disease. A progressive, degenerative disorder of the brain, Alzheimer's robs individuals of their memory and their mental and physical functions, leading to increasing dependence on others for care. Factors such as age and family history can contribute to the risk of developing this disease. While no cure exists yet, researchers are learning more about this disease and how to enhance the quality of life for those with Alzheimer's.
President Reagan believed in the courage and capacity of the American people to overcome any obstacle, and my Administration remains committed to funding medical research programs to find a cure for Alzheimer's disease and improving care for Alzheimer's patients and increasing support for their families. The National Institutes of Health plans to spend $680 million in Alzheimer's research in 2004 and an estimated $699 million in 2005, a 33 percent increase from 2001. The National Institutes of Health, along with the Department of Veterans Affairs, is testing drugs for prevention and treatment of Alzheimer's disease. This year, the National Institute on Aging launched the Alzheimer's Disease Neuroimaging Initiative, an innovative partnership with the private sector that is using the latest technologies to observe changes in the brains of individuals who are affected by Alzheimer's. This project is researching ways to enhance early diagnosis and further the development of treatments. In addition, the Administration on Aging is working with States to improve home and community-based services for people with dementia and their families.
As we observe National Alzheimer's Disease Awareness Month, we recognize our citizens who are living with this disease and extend our gratitude to those who provide vital care and support. We also specially recognize the public and private scientists, researchers, nurses, and health care providers who are dedicated to finding new and better ways to help patients and ultimately find a cure for Alzheimer's disease. Their efforts bring comfort to many and offer hope for the future.
Now, Therefore, I, George W. Bush, President of the United States of America, by virtue of the authority vested in me by the Constitution and laws of the United States, do hereby proclaim November 2004 as National Alzheimer's Disease Awareness Month. I call upon the people of the United States to observe this month with appropriate programs and activities.
In Witness Whereof, I have hereunto set my hand this fourth day of November, in the year of our Lord two thousand four, and of the Independence of the United States of America the two hundred and twenty-ninth.
George W. Bush
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# Punch/Volume 147/Issue 3813/The Bees

THE BEES.
The brown bee sings among the heather A little song and small— A song of hills and summer weather
And all things musical;
An ancient song, an ancient story
For days as gold as when
The gods came down in noontide's glory
And walked with sons of men.
A merry song, since skies are sunny— How in a Dorian dell
Was borne the bland, the charméd honey
To young Comatas' cell;
Thrice-happy boy the Nine to pleasure
That they for hours of ill
Did send, in love, the golden measure,
The honey of their hill.
Gone are the gods? Nay, he who chooses
This morn may lie at ease
And on a hill-side woo the Muses
And hear their honey-bees;
And haply mid the heath-bell's savour
Some rose-winged chance decoy,
To win the old Pierian favour
That fed the shepherd-boy.
# Punch/Volume 147/Issue 3813/The Double Cure

THE DOUBLE CURE.
"The hair," said the assistant, "is very thick."
"If you refer to mine," I replied, "it is frightfully thick."
He looked at it reflectively. "It is very thick," he said; "very thick," and he jabbed the comb into it.
"On the other hand," I pointed out, "my skull is very thin."
"Yes, Sir."
"And the comb is very sharp."
He apologized, pulled the comb out, and jabbed it back not quite so severely.
"Very sharp," "Very think," we murmured together.
"I will thin it out," he suggested.
"As long as you get it out painlessly, I don't mind," I said, and I lay back and studied the bottles.
"It's a curious thing," I observed, "but mine is the only case for which you hairdressers fail to provide."
"I don't quite follow, Sir."
"Well," I explained, "for any degree of baldness you provide remedies by the hundreds. You offer to invigorate the hair, to dress it, to bring it up in the way it should go, and to produce it in any quantity.
The light of battle came into the assistant's eye and he moved to the wash-basin.
"Yes," he said, picking up a bottle of oily mixture, "this preparation, for instance, is really to be recommended. The famous Criniline."
He held it aloft and the neighbouring assistant barely suppressed a cheer. "I've sold———"
"That's all very well," I objected, "but where do I come in?"
"Well, Sir"—he held out his scissors—"these surely are effective."
"Cutting only makes it grow more quickly. The beastly stuff's so thick," I complained, "I can't do anything with it. What I want is some stuff—"
"Preparation, Sir"
"—stuff for thinning my hair."
"For thinning the hair. Yes, Sir." He combed the atmosphere thoughtfully. "I should like to sell you something, Sir."
Of a sudden he snipped excitedly. "I have it!" he exclaimed. He moved back to the washstand and picked up a bottle. "The very thing," he said. He looked round cautiously, bent down towards my ear and coughed nervously. "Of course," he said, "this is—er—not a preparation for your particular complaint. I—er—it—between our two selves, Sir, it was—er—intended for other purposes."
"Yes?" I said.
"But, Sir, it may be just what you require."
"Yes, yes." I held my hand out for the bottle.
"Yes, Sir," he whispered. "It may be. At any rate I happen to know for a fact there is no possible danger of its increasing the growth of the hair."
And he handed me the famous Criniline.
To show my appreciation of his honesty I bought two bottles.
# Punch/Volume 147/Issue 3813/The Logic of Ententes

THE LOGIC OF ENTENTES.
[Lines composed on what looks like the eve of a general European war; and designed to represent the views of an average British patriot.]
# Punch/Volume 147/Issue 3813/The Packer's Plaint

THE PACKER'S PLAINT.
Yes, I must pack my things, and, what is worse, Must pack alone, for James, my faithful man, The ancient servitor who knows my wants, Is busy, and to-day he cannot aid. The house is in a turmoil, and the maids Speed to and fro without a moment's stay. The corridors and all the rooms resound With footfalls, and the lady of the house, Her sleeves tucked up (they always tuck their sleeves), Her working-apron girt about her form, Bustles around and issues her commands, As who should say, "Behold me as I pack; This is no place for men who do not pack, Who play with dogs, or smoke their cigarettes, Or read the papers, getting in the way Of workers." So she packs and packs and packs. Four children in their various rooms have spread All the contents of drawers upon the floor, A most insane disorder, while they eat Cream chocolates, for their mother is not there. They too wear aprons, and their cheeks are red, Their hair is tousled, and the rooms resound With battle-cry and challenge, and the air Is thick with things they hurl at one another. And I, too, yield and go to pack my things. Yet how shall man decide what he may want In four revolving weeks; what hats, what coats, How many collars and what handkerchiefs, What flannel trousers—all the articles, Shoes, scissors, waistcoats, gaudy ties and boots, Socks, safety-razor-blades and leather belts, Studs, links, dress-suit, and plain and coloured shirts, And undervests—the articles, in short, That make a man in very truth a man? Did Agamemnon, when he rushed to war, And sought the dreadful fields of Ilium— Did he pack up, or trust the thing to slaves, Saying, "Put in my six best pairs of greaves, Four regal mantles, sandals for the shore, And fourteen glittering helmets with their plumes, And ten strong breastplates and a sheaf of swords, And crowns and robes and tunics, and of spears A goodly number, such as may beseem The office and the valour of a King. Ay, and if one least thing you should forget Your lives shall pay the forfeit. Go and pack?" If it was thus that Agamemnon spake I envy him, for I must pack alone. I shall forget the necessary things And take the useless, having none to blame Save only my incomparable mind.
# Punch/Volume 147/Issue 3813/The Cottage

THE COTTAGE.
I know a wood on the top of a hill,
Hyacinth-carpeted March till May, Where nights are wonderful, soft and still,
And a deep-sea twilight hangs all day; The loving labour of fairy hands Has made it heavenly fine to see And just outside it the cottage stands, The cottage that doesn't belong to me. A cottage, mind, And I'm sure you'd find It was damp and dirty and very confined; Oh, quite an ordinary keeper's cottage That doesn't belong to me.
Creatures people the wood at night; Peaceable animals come and play; Pan's own pipes, if you hear aright, Charm you on as you go your way; And all the Arcady folk of yore Make songs of the days that used to be, Which carry perhaps to the cottage door, The cottage that doesn't belong to me. But it's miles from town And it's tumble-down And the woodwork's done and the slates are brown; No one could really live in the cottage That doesn't belong to me.
Fair be the towns by the river-side, Maidenhead, Richmond, Henley, Kew, Crammed with cottages far and wide, The thing for people like me and you; But I think of the haunting forest-lights And a path that wanders from tree to tree, Where the man of the cottage might walk o' nights, The cottage that doesn't belong to me. And it may be wrong, But it won't be long Before the feeling becomes too strong And I'll go and jolly well get that cottage That doesn't belong to me.
# Punch/Volume 147/Issue 3813/The Magic Number

THE MAGIC NUMBER.
I have a telephone—a simple unpretentious toy, just like the next one. Sometimes I think it must be exceptional, but anon I hear other telephoners talking, and I realise that theirs too have the same repertory of pretty mannerisms.
Especially I found matter for complaint re Wilmer. Especially Wilmer found matter for complaint re me. Wilmer and I are friends and neighbours. No doubt the people at the exchange had made a note of it. For, if ever I rang up Wilmer, he, they told me, answered not. And, if ever Wilmer rang up me, I, they told him, was engaged. To discover that these things were not so, it was only necessary for the ringer to step across the road; nay, even a shout from the garden was sufficient.
Having matter for complaint, we complained. After that nothing could redeem us in the ears of our exchange. Formerly we got through to each other once in four shots. Thereafter the blockage was complete.
So we laid our plans.
One evening at half-past eight I rang up the exchange. "I want 4792 Marble Arch," I began.
An interval. Then, "Sorry; there's no answer."
I made a bad-tempered noise, full of incredulity and baffled urgency. And yet I was not wholly surprised; 4792 makes wall-papers up to 7. p.m., and then puts up the shutters.
I rang up the exhange.
"I want 5921 B City, please."
Again there was no answer. This was Wilmer's office. Wilmer, who was standing behind me, made them ring it up twice again to make sure. Then I went on to the other eight impossible numbers we had fixed on. They were unresponsive to a man.
Ten rings, and not a single answer!
Then we crossed to Wilmer's house.
Wilmer rang up the exchange. Bitter experience has assured us that we share the same operator.
"I want 4792 Marble Arch," he began.
4792 was still mute. So was 5921 B City. So were no fewer than all the eight further numbers prearranged.
Then I went back again and rang up 4792. This precipitated the crisis.
"I'm sorry, Sir, but I'm nearly sure I can't get them. Would you let me have a list of the numbers you want, and I'll get when I can."
"The number I really want," I said, "is Mr. Wilmer's, 729 Lane, but I've given up trying to get that."
I was through to Wilmer like lightning; and a little later he rang me up by the same strategy.
Nowadays, if Wilmer or I have any trouble in getting one another, we have only to whisper 4792 Marble Arch, and we're through before we've thought of what to say.
# Punch/Volume 147/Issue 3813/The Passing of the Cow

THE PASSING OF THE COW.
[The Soya bean, grown in Japan, Korea and Manchuria, is said to provide a perfect substitute for milk.]
Tout lasse, tout casse, tout passe: All mortal flesh is grass, Mown down by Time at the appointed hour; And in the world of speed The noblest Arab steed Yields, O Combustion, to thy pent-up power.
On Youth of ardent aim No more Mazeppa's fame Or Turpin's feats exert their ancient spell; Napier and Wolseley stand No more for war's command, But only steel and rubber, oil and smell.
Where once men safely strode Along the open road, A sinister and stertorous machine. Exhales its acrid breath And deals impartial death To all the dwellers on the village green.
And now, O gentle cow, Man's foster-mother, thou, Must tread the fatal path the horse hath trod, Since scientists have found That milk and cream abound Within the compass of an Eastern pod.
No more shall we behold, As in the days of old, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea; Or Mary, mid the foam, Calling her cattle home, Across the sands, the perilous sands o' Dee.
Mourn, Alderney, and mourn, O maiden all forlorn, The cow with crumpled horn that filled thy pail; Mourn, damsels, mourn and sigh Who can no more reply, "I'm going a milking" to the curious male.
Mourn too, for ye shall feel The change at every meal, Ye minions of the hearthrug; be not mute, Ye Persians, topaz-eyed, When mistresses provide This miserable Soya substitute.
In legendary lore The cow was wont to soar With Dædalean art above the moon; But ah! the cardboard cows That by the railroad browse To no elopement prompt the modern spoon.
On earth men owned thy sway From Lapland to Cathay; In heaven the Milky Way thy might confessed: Weaklings we saw become Strong, thanks to thee and rum, And Punch of all ingredients found milk best.
But, heedless of a debt He never should forget, Ungrateful man is planning to replace By vegetable aid The kindly service paid By your mild-natured and sweet-breathing race.
Yet, ere the Soya boom Achieves the dairy's doom, And rude bean-crushers oust the homely churn, Let one unworthy scribe Salute the vaccine tribe And lay his wreath upon their funeral urn.
# Punch/Volume 147/Issue 3813/The Wiser Choice

THE WISER CHOICE.
[A weekly paper points out that letters of proposal should be carefully timed to arrive in the evening, that being the sentimental time of the day when acceptance is most likely.]
Good Sir, your directions are all very fine, But, when I propose by the pen trick, I shall look for a temper to tolerate mine, And mine is distinctly eccentric; If she, in the morning, is likely to grouse, If her breakfast demeanour is surly, There would not be room for us both in the house; I'm peevish myself when it's early.
So rather I'd have her most critical mood Prevail at the time of my wooing; I'd like to be sure that the girl understood Exactly the thing she was doing. I feel in my heart it were better for me To double the risk of rejection, In order (if haply accepted) to be A calm and cold-blooded selection.
Let my letter arrive when the day at its start Provokes a malevolent feeling: Her answer may puncture a hole in my heart, But Time is an expert at healing; And that will be better than learning too late, At the end of the honeymoon season, That the lady had only consented to mate In an hour that was bad for her reason.