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# Chicago Tribune/1893/September/23/Counselor Judel Pleased with the Fair

September 23, 1893
Counselor Judel Pleased with the Fair.
WASHINGTON, D.C., Sept 22.—[Special]— Consul W.C.Fox, returning to this country from his post in Persia, brought with him Max Judel, Royal Commercial Counselor of Brunswick, Germany. In addition to his official duties Counselor Judel is a large manufacturer of railway signals and other safety appliances on railways and he visited this country to take in the World's Fair. As a result of his trip to Chicago he purchased several American inventions, which will be utilized in Germany, and he expressed wonder at the revelations he had witnessed while doing the Columbian Exposition.
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# Chicago Tribune/1893/September/23/Against the Portable Crematory

September 23, 1893
Against the Portable Crematory.
The Finance committee of the City Council, to which was referred the order providing for another perambulating garbage crematory, yesterday inspected the one now in use. Ald. Madden says the committee is united in the decision to have no more built. The Commissioner of Health was authorized by the committee to advertise for ten days for propositions for the construction of stationary crematories, bidders being asked to set their price for the crematory, at what price it would be sold to the city, and at what price garbage would be burned if the device is not sold.
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# Chicago Tribune/1893/September/23/Storm Damage Along the Midway

September 23, 1893
STORM DAMAGE ALONG THE MIDWAY.
Reckoning After the Tempest Shows Many Dilapidated Tents and Signs.
The Storm of Thursday night was the most severe of the season, according to the automatic instruments at the Weather Bureau exhibit. Rain commenced falling at 8:10 p.m., and between 8:14 and 8:26 one-fifth of an inch fell, being at the rate of 2.50 inches an hour, while from 8:15 to 8:18 it fell at the rate of six inches an hour. At 8:10 the wind blew at the rate of sixty-six miles an hour, while the temperature fell 10°.
Considerable damage was done on Midway. At the Indian Village the main tent was blown down and it was not until noon yesterday that it was replaced. The Ferris Wheel kept people in who did not want to go out in the storm and closed the ticket offices, taking those in around twelve times. Two engineers who happened to be in the wheel said they would not take a large sum of money for the experience. At the wheel the weather gauge registered a velocity of sixty-six miles an hour for the wind. The Lapland Village had a great deal of canvas blown away. Forty big stag heads adorned the tent, each with full branching horns, and these fell among the girl performers as the tent went down, but no one was badly bruised. The Laplanders in all the tents were drowned out and had to take refuge in the offices. In Old Vienna some windows were blown in and awnings ruined, but the chief loss was caused by the people who went away in the excitement without paying their bills, it being estimated that the loss was $600.
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# City of Cleveland v. United States

United States Supreme Court
323 U.S. 329
City of Cleveland v. United States
Argued: Dec. 6, 7, 1944. --- Decided: Jan 2, 1945
Appeals from the District Court of the United States for the Northern District of Ohio.
Appeal from the Supreme Court of the State of Ohio.
Mr. Joseph F. Smith, of Cleveland, Ohio, for appellant City of cleveland.
Mr. Ralph W. Edwards, of Cleveland, Ohio, for appellants, Boyle and others.
Mr. Watson Hover, of Cincinnati, Ohio, for appellees Guckenberger and another.
Mr. Robert L. Stern, of Washington, D.C., for the United States and Federal Public Housing Authority.
Mr. Francis M. Thompson, of Columbus, Ohio, for Ohio Real Estate Ass'n., amicus curiae.
Mr. Francis T. Bartlett, of Cincinnati, Ohio, for Cincinnati Metropolitan Housing Authority, amicus curiae.
Mr. Justice ROBERTS delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

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# Clarel/Part 1/Canto 43
## 43. A Procession

But what!--nay, nay: without adieu Of vital word, dear presence true, Part shall I?--break away from love? But think: the circumstances move, And warrant it. Shouldst thou abide, 5 Cut off yet wert thou from her side For time: tho' she be sore distressed, Herself would whisper: "Go--'tis best."
 Unstable! It was in a street, Half vault, where few or none do greet, 10 He paced. Anon, encaved in wall A fount arrests him, sculpture wrought After a Saracen design-- Ruinous now and arid all Save dusty weeds which trail or twine. 15 While lingering in way that brought The memory of the Golden Bowl And Pitcher broken, music rose Young voices; a procession shows: A litter rich, with flowery wreath, 20 Singers and censers, and a veil. She comes, the bride; but, ah, how pale: Her groom that Blue-Beard, cruel Death, Wedding his millionth maid to-day; She, stretched on that Armenian bier, 25 Leaves home and each familiar way-- Quits all for him. Nearer, more near-- Till now the ineffectual flame Of burning tapers borne he saw: The westering sun puts these to shame. 30
 But, hark: responsive marching choirs, Robed men and boys, in rhythmic law A contest undetermined keep: Ay, as the bass in dolings deep The serious, solemn thought inspires-- 35 In unconcern of rallying sort
The urchin-treble shrills retort; But, true to part imposed, again The beards dirge out. And so they wind Till thro' the city gate the train 40 Files forth to sepulcher.  Behind Left in his hermitage of mind, What troubles Clarel? See him there As if admonishment in air 45 He heard. Can love be fearful so? Jealous of fate? the future? all Reverse--mischance? nay, even the pall And pit?--No, I'll not leave her: no, 'Tis fixed; I waver now no more.-- 50  But yet again he thought it o'er, And self-rebukeful, and with mock: Thou superstitious doubter--own, Biers need be borne; why such a shock When passes this Armenian one? 55 The word's dispatched, and wouldst recall? 'Tis but for fleeting interval.
# Clarel/Part 1/Canto 8
## 8. The Votary

Sinner?—So spake the saint, a man
Long tarrying in Jewry's court. With him the faith so well could sort
His home he'd left, nor turned again,
His home by Narraganset's marge, 5 Giving those years on death which verge
Fondly to that enthusiast part
Oft coming of a stricken heart
Unselfish, which finds solace so.  Though none in sooth might hope to know, 10 And few surmise his forepast bane,
Such needs have been; since seldom yet
Lone liver was, or wanderer met,
Except he closeted some pain
Or memory thereof. But thence, 15 May be, was given him deeper sense
Of all that travail life can lend. Which man may scarce articulate
Better than herds which share.
What end? How hope? turn whither? where was gate 20 For expectation, save the one
Of beryl, pointed by St. John?
That gate would open, yea, and Christ
Thence issue, come unto His own,
And earth be reimparadised. 25  Passages, presages he knew:
Zion restore, convert the Jew,
Reseat him here, the waste bedew;
Then Christ returneth: so it ran.  No founded mission chartered him; 30 Single in person as in plan, Absorbed he ranged, in method dim,
A flitting tractdispensing man: Tracts in each text scribe ever proved
In East which he of Tarsus roved. 35  Though well such heart might sainthood claim,
Unjust alloy to reverence came.
In Smyrna's mart (sojourning there
Waiting a ship for Joppa's stair)
Pestered he passed thro' Gentile throngs 40 Teased by an eddying urchin host,
His tracts all fluttering like tongues
The fireflakes of the Pentecost.  Deep read he was in seers devout, The which forecast Christ's second prime, 45 And on his slate would cipher out The mystic days and dates sublime, And "Time and times and halfa time" Expound he could; and more reveal; Yet frequent would he feebly steal 50 Close to one's side, asking, in way Of weary age—the hour of day. But how he lived, and what his fare, Ravens and angels, few beside, Dreamed or divined. His garments spare 55 True marvel seemed, nor unallied To clothes worn by that wandering band
Which ranged and ranged the desert sand
With Moses; and for forty years,
Which two score times reclad the spheres 60 In green, and plumed the birds anew,
One vesture wore. From home he brought
The garb which still met sun and dew,
Ashen in shade, by rustics wrought.  Latin, Armenian, Greek, and Jew 65 Full well the harmless vagrant kenned,
The small meek face, the habit gray:
In him they owned our human clay.
The Turk went further: let him wend;
Him Allah cares for, holy one: 70 A Santon held him; and was none
Bigot enough scorn's shaft to send.
For, say what cynic will or can,
Man sinless is revered by man
Thro' all the forms which creeds may lend. 75  And so, secure, nor pointed at,
Among brave Turbans freely roamed the Hat.
# Clarel/Part 1/Canto 44
## 44. The Start

The twilight and the starlight pass, And breaks the morn of Candlemas.  The pilgrims muster; and they win A common terrace of the inn, Which, lifted on Mount Acra's cope, 5 Looks off upon the town aslope In gray of dawn. They hear the din Of mongrel Arabs--the loud coil And uproar of high words they wage Harnessing for the pilgrimage. 10 'Tis special--marks the Orient life, Which, roused from indolence to toil, Indignant starts, enkindling strife. Tho' spite the fray no harm they share, How fired they seem by burning wrong; 15
And small the need for strenuous care, And languor yet shall laze it long.  Wonted to man and used to fate A pearl-gray ass there stands sedate While being saddled by a clown 20 And buffeted. Of her anon.
 Clarel regards; then turns his eye Away from all, beyond the town, Where pale against the tremulous sky Olivet shows in morning shy; 25 Then on the court again looks down. The mountain mild, the wrangling crew-- In contrast, why should these indue With vague unrest, and swell the sigh? Add to the burden? tease the sense 30 With unconfirmed significance?  To horse. And, passing one by one Their host the Black Jew by the gate, His grave salute they take, nor shun His formal God-speed. One, elate 35 In air Auroral, June of life, With quick and gay response is rife. But he, the Israelite alone, 'Tis he reflects Jehovah's town; Experienced he, the vain elation gone; 40 While flit athwart his furrowed face Glimpses of that ambiguous thought Which in some aged men ye trace When Venture, Youth and Bloom go by; Scarce cynicism, though 'tis wrought 45 Not all of pity, since it scants the sigh.
 They part. Farewell to Zion's seat. Ere yet anew her place they greet, In heart what hap may Clarel prove? Brief term of days, but a profound remove. 50
# Part 2: The Wilderness
### Contents

* Canto 1: The Cavalcade
* Canto 2: The Skull Cap
* Canto 3: By the Garden
* Canto 4: Of Mortmain
* Canto 5: Clarel and Glaucon
* Canto 6: The Hamlet
* Canto 7: Guide and Guard
* Canto 8: Rolfe and Derwent
* Canto 9: Through Adommin
* Canto 10: A Halt
* Canto 11: Of Deserts
* Canto 12: The Banker
* Canto 13: Flight of the Greeks
* Canto 14: By Anchor
* Canto 15: The Fountain
* Canto 16: Night in Jericho
* Canto 17: In Mid-Watch
* Canto 18: The Syrian Monk
* Canto 19: The Apostate
* Canto 20: Under the Mountain
* Canto 21: The Priest and Rolfe
* Canto 22: Concerning Hebrews
* Canto 23: By The Jordan
* Canto 24: The River-Rite
* Canto 25: The Dominican
* Canto 26: Of Rome
* Canto 27: Vine and Clarel
* Canto 28: The Fog
* Canto 29: By the Marge
* Canto 30: Of Petra
* Canto 31: The Inscription
* Canto 32: The Encampment
* Canto 33: Lot's Sea
* Canto 34: Mortmain Reappears
* Canto 35: Prelusive
* Canto 36: Sodom
* Canto 37: Of Traditions
* Canto 38: The Sleep-Walker
* Canto 39: Obsequies
# Clarel/Part 1/Canto 42
## 42. Tidings

Some of the strangers late arrived Tarried with Abdon at the inn; And, ere long, having viewed the town Would travel further, and pass on To Siddim, and the Dead Sea win 5 And Saba. And would Clarel go? 'Twas but for days. They would return By Bethlehem, and there soiourn
Awhile, regaining Zion so. But Clarel undetermined stood, 10 And kept his vacillating mood, Though learning, as it happed, that Vine And Rolfe would join the journeying band.  Loath was he here to disentwine Himself from Ruth. Nor less Lot's land, 15 And sea, andJudah's utmost drought Fain would he view, and mark their tone: And prove if, unredeemed byJohn, John's wilderness augmented doubt. As chanced, while wavering in mind, 20 And threading a hushed lane or wynd Quick warning shout he heard behind And clattering hoofs. He hugged the wall, Then turned; in that brief interval The dust came on him, powdery light, 25 From one who like a javelin flew Spectral with dust, and all his plight Charged with the desert and its hue; A courier, and he bent his flight-- (As Clarel afterward recalled) 30 Whither lay Agar's close inwalled.  The clank of arms, the clink of shoe, The cry admonitory too, Smote him, and yet he scarce knew why; But when, some hours having flitted by, 35 Nearing the precincts of the Jew His host, he did Nehemiah see Waiting in arch, and with a look Which some announcement's shadow took, His heart stood still--Fate's herald, he? 40  "What is it? what?"--The saint delayed.-- "Ruth?"--"Nathan;" and the news conveyed. The threat, oft hurled, as oft reviled By one too proud to give it heed, The menace of stern foemen wild, 45 No menace now was, but a deed: Burned was the roof on Sharon's plain; And timbers charred showed clotted stain:
But, spirited away, each corse Unsepulchered remained, or worse. 50
 Ah, Ruth--woe, Agar! Ill breeds ill; The widow with no future free, Without resource perhaps, or skill To steer upon grief's misty sea.  To grieve with them and lend his aid, 55 Straight to the house see Clarel fare, The house of mourning--sadder made For that the mourned one lay not there-- But found it barred. He, waiting so, Doubtful to knock or call them--lo, 60 The rabbi issues, while behind The door shuts to. The meeting eyes Reciprocate a quick surprise, Then alter; and the secret mind The rabbi bears to Clarel shows 65 In dark superior look he throws: Censorious conseiousness of power: Death--and it is the Levite's hour. No word he speaks, but turns and goes.  The student lingered. He was told 70 By one without, a neighbor old, That neverJewish modes relent:
Sealed long would be the tenement To all but Hebrews--of which race Kneeled comforters by sorrow's side. 75 So both were cared for. Clogged in pace He turned away. How pass the tide Of Ruth's seclusion? Might he gain Relief from dull inaction's pain? Yes, join he would those pilgrims now 80 Which on the morrow would depart For Siddim, by way of Jericho.  But first of all, he letters sent, Brief, yet dictated by the heart-- Announced his plan's constrained intent 85 Reluctant; and consigned a ring For pledge of love and Ruth's remembering.
# Clarel/Part 1/Canto 9
## 9. Saint and Student

"Nay, take it, friend in Christ," and held
The book in proffer new; the while
His absent eyes of dreamy Eld
Some floating vision did beguile
(Of heaven perchance the wafted hem), 5 As if in place of earthly wight
A haze of spirits met his sight,
And Clarel were but one of them.  "Consult it, heart; wayfarer you,
And this a friendly guide, the best; 10 No ground there is that faith would view
But here 'tis rendered with the rest;
The way to fields of Beulah dear
And New Jerusalem is here. "  "I know that guide," said Clarel, "yes;" 15 And mused awhile in bitterness;
Then turned and studied him again,
Doubting and marveling. A strain
Of trouble seamed the elder brow:
"A pilgrim art thou? pilgrim thou?" 20 Words simple, which in Clarel bred
More than the simple saint divined;
And, thinking of vocation fled,
Himself he asked: or do I rave,
Or have I left now far behind 25 The student of the sacred lore? Direct he then this answer gave:
"I am a traveler—no more."  "Come then with me, in peace we'll go;
These ways of Salem well I know; 30 Me let be guide whose guide is this,"
And held the Book in witness so,
As 'twere a guide that could not miss:
"Heart, come with me; all times I roam,
Yea, everywhere my work I ply, 35 In Salem's lanes, or down in gloom
Of narrow glens which outer lie:
Ever I find some passerby.
But thee I'm sent to; share and rove,
With me divide the scrip of love." 40  Despite the old man's shattered ray,
Won by his mystic saintly way, Revering too his primal faith,
And grateful for the human claim;
And deeming he must know each path, 45 And help him so in languid frame
The student gave assent, and caught
Dim solacement to previous thought.
# Clarel/Part 1/Canto 6
## 6. Tribes and Sects

He turned to go; he turned, but stood: In many notes of varying keys, From shrines like coves in Jordan's wood Hark to the rival liturgies, Which, rolling underneath the dome, 5 Resound about the patient Tomb
And penetrate the aisles. The rite
Of Georgian and Maronite, Armenian and fervid Greek,
The Latin organ, and wild clash
Of cymbals smitten cheek to cheek 10 Which the dark Abyssinian sways;
These like to tides together dash
And question of their purport raise.  If little of the words he knew,
Might Clarel's fancy forge a clue? 15 A malediction seemed each strain—
Himself the mark: O heart profane, O pilgrim infidel, begone!
Nor here the sites of Faith pollute,
Thou who misgivest we enthrone 20 A God untrue, in myth absurd
As monstrous figments blabbed of Jove,
Or, worse, rank lies of Islam's herd:
We know thee, thou there standing mute.
Out, out—begone! try Nature's reign 25 Who deem'st the supernature vain:
To Lot's Wave by black Kedron rove;
On, by Mount Seir, through Edom move;
There crouch thee with the jackall down—
Crave solace of the scorpion! 30  'Twas fancy, troubled fancy weaved
Those imputations half believed. The porch he neared; the chorus swelled;
He went forth like a thing expelled.  Yet, going, he could but recall 35 The wrangles here which oft befall: Contentions for each holy place,
And jealousies how far from grace:
O, bickering family bereft,
Was feud the heritage He left? 40
# Chinese Fairy Book (Richard Wilhelm)/58

LVIII
THE FLYING OGRE
THERE once lived in Sianfu an old Buddhist monk, who loved to wander in lonely places. In the course of his wanderings he once came to the Kuku-Nor, and there he saw a tree which was a thousand feet high and many cords in breadth. It was hollow inside and one could see the sky shining down into it from above.
When he had gone on a few miles, he saw in the distance a girl in a red coat, barefoot, and with unbound hair, who was running as fast as the wind. In a moment she stood before him.
"Take pity on me and save my life!" said she to him.
When the monk asked her what was the trouble, she replied: "A man is pursuing me. If you will tell him you have not seen me, I will be grateful to you all my life long!"
With that she ran up to the hollow tree and crawled into it.
When the monk had gone a little further, he met one who rode an armored steed. He wore a garment of gold, a bow was slung across his shoulders, and a sword ​hung at his side. His horse ran with the speed of lightning, and covered a couple of miles with every step. Whether it ran in the air or on the ground, its speed was the same.
"Have you seen the girl in the red coat?" asked the stranger. And when the monk replied that he had seen nothing, the other continued: "Bonze, you should not lie! This girl is not a human being, but a flying ogre. Of flying ogres there are thousands of varieties, who bring ruin to people everywhere. I have already slain a countless number of them, and have pretty well done away with them. But this one is the worst of all. Last night the Lord of the Heavens gave me a triple command, and that is the reason I have hurried down from the skies. There are eight thousand of us under way in all directions to catch this monster. If you do not tell the truth, monk, then you are sinning against heaven itself!"
Upon that the monk did not dare deceive him, but pointed to the hollow tree. The messenger of the skies dismounted, stepped into the tree and looked about him. Then he once more mounted his horse, which carried him up the hollow trunk and out at the end of the tree. The monk looked up and could see a small, red flame come out of the tree-top. It was followed by the messenger of the skies. Both rose up to the clouds and disappeared. After a time there fell a rain of blood. The ogre had probably been hit by an arrow or captured.
Afterward the monk told the tale to the scholar who wrote it down.
Note: This flying ogre is also of the Yakscha tribe.