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# H.R. 3200/Division C/Title II/Subtitle D/Part 1
## PART 1 — Health Professions Training for Diversity
### Sec. 2241. Scholarships for Disadvantaged Students, Loan Repayments and Fellowships Regarding Faculty Positions, and Educational Assistance in the Health Professions Regarding Individuals from Disadvantaged Backgrounds.

    Paragraph (1) of section 738(a) (42 U.S.C. 293b(a)) is amended by striking “not more than $20,000” and all that follows through the end of the paragraph and inserting: “not more than $35,000 (plus, beginning with fiscal year 2012, an amount determined by the Secretary on an annual basis to reflect inflation) of the principal and interest of the educational loans of such individuals.”

### Sec. 2242. for Disadvantaged Students.

    Subsection (b) of section 821 (42 U.S.C. 296m) is amended—
          (1) in the heading, by striking “Guidance” and inserting “Consultation”; and
          (2) by striking “shall take into consideration” and all that follows through “consult with nursing associations” and inserting “shall, as appropriate, consult with nursing associations”.

### Sec. 2243. Scholarships for Disadvantaged Students.

    Title VII (42 U.S.C. 292 et seq.) is amended by inserting after section 739 the following:
       “SEC. 739A. Coordination of diversity and cultural competency programs.
          “The Secretary shall, to the extent practicable, coordinate the activities carried out under this part and section 821 in order to enhance the effectiveness of such activities and avoid duplication of effort.”.
# First Agricultural National Bank of Berkshire County v. State Tax Commission

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## Dissenting Opinion

    Marshall
United States Supreme Court
392 U.S. 339
First Agricultural National Bank of Berkshire County v. State Tax Commission
Appeal from the Supreme Judicial Court of Massachusetts
No. 755. Argued: April 22, 1968. --- Decided: June 17, 1968.
Massachusetts sales tax (which by its terms must be passed on to the purchaser) and use tax are invalid as applied to national banks since such taxes are not among the only four specified methods of taxation in addition to taxes on real estate by which, under 12 U.S.C. § 548, Congress has permitted States to tax national banks. Pp. 339-348.
— Mass. —, 229 N.E. 2d 245, reversed.
Ronald H. Kessel argued the cause for appellant. With him on the brief were John P. Weitzel and Alex J. McFarland.
Alan J. Dimond, Assistant Attorney General of Massachusetts, argued the cause for appellee. With him on the brief were Elliot L. Richardson, Attorney General, Walter H. Mayo III, Assistant Attorney General, and Mark L. Cohen, Deputy Assistant Attorney General.
Briefs of amici curiae were filed by James Lawrence White for the Colorado Bankers Assn.; by William C. Sennett, Attorney General, John J. Gain, Assistant Attorney General, and Edward T. Baker and George W. Keitel, Deputy Attorneys General, for the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania; by Louis J. Lefkowitz, Attorney General, Ruth Keseler Toch, Solicitor General, and Robert W. Bush, Assistant Attorney General, for the State of New York, and by James F. Bell and Brian C. Elmer for the National Association of Supervisors of State Banks.

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# First Bank Stock Corporation v. Minnesota

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United States Supreme Court
301 U.S. 234
First Bank Stock Corporation v. Minnesota
Argued: March 31, 1937. --- Decided: April 26, 1937
Appeal from the Supreme Court of the State of Minnesota.
Messrs. Joseph H. Colman, John Junell, and Clark R. Fletcher, all of Minneapolis, Minn., for appellant.
Messrs. Wm. S. Ervin, of St. Paul, Minn., Frank J. Williams, of Minneapolis, Minn., and Matthias N. Orfield, of St. Paul, Minn., for appellee.
[Argument of Counsel from page 235 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice STONE delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# First Attempt at Making a Verse

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O Lord, have mercy on me! For I am very sad! For why, good Lord? I've got the itch, And eke I've got the tad.
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# Heartbreak House, Great Catherine, and Playlets of the War/The Inca of Perusalem/Preface

​I must remind the reader that this playlet was written when its principal character, far from being a fallen foe and virtually a prisoner in our victorious hands, was still the Caesar whose legions we were resisting with our hearts in our mouths. Many were so horribly afraid of him that they could not forgive me for not being afraid of him: I seemed to be trifling heartlessly with a deadly peril. I knew better; and I have represented Caesar as knowing better himself. But it was one of the quaintnesses of popular feeling during the war that anyone who breathed the slightest doubt of the absolute perfection of German organization, the Machiavellian depth of German diplomacy, the omniscience of German science, the equipment of every German with a complete philosophy of history, and the consequent hopelessness of overcoming so magnificently accomplished an enemy except by the sacrifice of every recreative activity to incessant and vehement war work, including a heartbreaking mass of fussing and cadging and bluffing that did nothing but waste our energies and tire our resolution, was called a pro-German.
Now that this is all over, and the upshot of the fighting has shown that we could quite well have afforded to laugh at the doomed Inca, I am in another difficulty. I may be supposed to be hitting Caesar when he is down. That is why I preface the play with this reminder that when it was written he was not down. To make quite sure, I have gone through the proof sheets very carefully, and deleted everything that could possibly be mistaken for a foul blow. I have of course maintained the ancient privilege of comedy to chasten Caesar's foibles by laughing at them, whilst introducing enough obvious and outrageous ​fiction to relieve both myself and my model from the obligations and responsibilities of sober history and biography. But I should certainly put the play in the fire instead of publishing it if it contained a word against our defeated enemy that I would not have written in 1913.
The Inca of Perusalem was performed for the first time in England by the Pioneer Players at the Criterion Theatre, London, on 16th December, 1917, with Gertrude Kingston as Ermyntrude, Helen Morris as the Princess, Nigel Playfair as the waiter, Alfred Drayton as the hotel manager, C. Wordley Hulse as the Archdeacon, and Randle Ayrton as the Inca.
# Heat-Its Role in Wildland Fire

Forest Service, Pacific Southwest Forest and Range Experiment Station
Part 1: The Nature of Heat (1975)
Part 2: Heating Conduction (1975)
Part 3: Heat Conduction and Wildland Fire (1976)
Part 4: Radiation (1976)
Part 5: Radiation and Wildland Fire (1976)
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# Heartbreak House, Great Catherine, and Playlets of the War/The Inca of Perusalem

Written 1916, Published 1919.
THE INCA OF PERUSALEM
XXIX
* Preface
* Prologue
* Play
# Green Grows the Rashes/Green Grow the Rashes O

GREEN GROW THE RASHES, O.
There nought but care on every hand, In every hour that passes, O. What signifies the life o' man And 'twere na for the lasses, O Green grow the rashes, O, Green grow the rashes, O, The sweetest hours that e'er I spent, I spent amang the lasses, O.
The warldly race may rich chase, And riches still may flee them, O And though at last they catch them fast, Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O.
But give me a caunle hour at een, My arms about my dearie O And warldly cares and warldly men, May s' gae tapsalteerie O.
For you see douse, who sneer at this, Ye're neught but silly asses, O; The wisest man the world e'er saw, He dearly lo'ed the lasses, O.
Auld Nature sweats the lovely dears, Her noblest work she classes, O, Her 'prentice hand she tried on man, And then she made the lastes, O.
# Green Leaves and Sere

* "Green Leaves and Sere" in The Ascent of Man (1889)
* "Green Leaves and Sere" in Poetical works of Mathilde Blind (1900)
# Green Grow the Rushes, O

Also known as The Twelve Prophets, The Carol of the Twelve Numbers, The Teaching Song, The Dilly Song, or The Ten Commandments: English folk song (Roud #133) often sung as a Christmas carol.
It is not to be confused with the poem by Robert Burns, "Green Grow the Rashes, O".
* "Come and I will sing to you" in Dorsetshire Children's Games, &c by John Symonds Udal (The Folk-Lore Journal, 1889)
* "The Dilly Song" in A Book of Nursery Songs and Rhymes (ed.) by Sabine Baring-Gould (1895).
* "Green Grow the Rushes, O" (unsourced)
# Harmonium (Stevens)/A High-Toned Old Christian Woman

A High-Toned Old Christian Woman
Poetry is the supreme fiction, madame.
Take the moral law and make a nave of it
And from the nave build haunted heaven. Thus,
The conscience is converted into palms,
Like windy citherns hankering for hymns.
We agree in principle. That's clear. But take
The opposing law and make a peristyle,
And from the peristyle project a masque
Beyond the planets. Thus, our bawdiness,
Unpurged by epitaph, indulged at last,
Is equally converted into palms,
Squiggling like saxophones. And palm for palm,
Madame, we are where we began. Allow,
Therefore, that in the planetary scene
Your disaffected flagellants, well-stuffed,
Smacking their muzzy bellies in parade,
Proud of such novelties of the sublime,
Such tink and tank and tunk-a-tunk-tunk,
May, merely may, madame, whip from themselves
A jovial hullabaloo among the spheres.
This will make widows wince. But fictive things
Wink as they will. Wink most when widows wince.
# Harmonium (Stevens)/Anecdote of Canna

Anecdote of Canna
# Harmonium (Stevens)

Harmonium
by Wallace Stevens
New YorkAlfred • A • Knopf Mcmxxiii
COPYRIGHT, 1923, BY ALFRED A. KNOPF, INC.
To
MY WIFE
​The poems in this book, with the exception of The Comedian as the Letter C and a few others, have been published before in Others, Secession, Rogue, The Soil, The Modern School, Broom, Contact, The New Republic, The Measure, The Little Review, The Dial, and particularly in Poetry: A Magazine of Verse, of Chicago, edited by Harriet Monroe.
Contents
Harmonium
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# Hermione and Her Little Group of Serious Thinkers/Hermione Takes Up Literature

HERMIONE TAKES UP LITERATURE
WE'VE been going in for Astrological Research lately—our Little Group of Modern Thinkers, you know—and we've picked our own personal stars.
Only it seems such a shame, doesn't it, that one isn't allowed to change stars? Keeping the same star all your life is rather monotonous, don't you think?
Though, of course, if one changed and got some one else's star things might be frightfully complicated, mightn't they?
But it would make a charming little story, wouldn't it, for a girl to change stars, you know, and find that her new star belonged to some quite nice young man, and, of course, after that, their destinies would be one.
I get some of the most original plots for stories!
Fothergil Finch has often said to me that that is one difference between genius and talent. When you have genius, you know, things like that just come to you; but if you only have talent you must work and work for them. ​"If I only had your spontaneity, Hermione!" Fothergil often says.
And really, it's never been any trouble for me at all to dash off an idea, though of course they would have to be touched up by the editors a little before they could be printed.
Fothergil said the other night I should try poetry.
"Why, Fothy," I said, "if I lived a hundred years I never could make two lines rhyme with each other!"
But he said rhyme was out of fashion anyhow, and—would you believe it?—while we were talking I got an idea for a poem and just dashed it off then and there—a vers libre poem you know, and it goes:
"Fothy," I said, "it was so easy—that makes me afraid it isn't really good!"
"Ah," he said, "that modesty proves you are a genius! Heavens, what would I not give to have your spontaneity, your modesty, your spontaneity——" ​But I interrupted him. Another idea had come to me—just like that, and—would you believe it?—I dashed off another one, right then and there! It went:
    I see the rain fall.
    It is no effort for the rain to fall.
    Why is it no effort?
    Because it falls spontaneously!
    O Spontaneity! Spontaneity!
    Rain is genius,
    Genius is rain!
    Fall, fall, rain!
Fothy is going to get them printed—he knows a lot of vers libre publishers—if Papa will only put up the money. And one nice thing about poor dear Papa is that he always will put it up.
So that night I wrote twenty or thirty more of them, and they were all good—all works of genius—they all came to me just like the first ones!
The last one came to me just as I was going to bed. I looked out of the window and saw the moon and ran and got a pencil and wrote:
    I see the moon out of the window.
    I wonder what it thinks of me?
    Wouldn't the moon and I both be surprised ​
    If we found that neither one of us
    Thought anything at all about the other?
The book's going to be vellum, you know, and that sort of thing. I'm going to have a gown just like the cover and give a fête when it comes out.
The worst thing about being literary, though, is that it makes one feel so responsible for the gift, if you know what I mean, doesn't it?
# Hermione and Her Little Group of Serious Thinkers/Hermione on Fashions and War

HERMIONE ON FASHIONS AND WAR
ISN'T war frightful, though; simply frightful!
What Sherman said it was, you know.
Though they say there's an economic condition back of this war, too.
We took up economics not long ago—our Little Group of Serious Thinkers, you know and gave an entire evening to it.
It's wonderful; simply wonderful!
Without economics, you know, there couldn't be any Civilization.
That's a thought that should give one pause, isn't it?
Although, of course, this war may destroy civilization entirely.
If I thought it was likely to do that I would join in the Peace Demonstration at once—or have they had it already?—the march for peace, you know! Anyhow, no matter what the personal sacrifice might be, I would join in. Not that I care to march in the dust. And black never did become me. But I suppose there will be some autos. And, well—one must sacrifice. ​For if Civilization dies out, what will become of us then?
Will we revert to the Primordial?
Will the Cave Man triumph?
The very idea gives me the creeps!
Because, you know, the Cave Man is all right—and the Primitive, and all that—as a protest against Decadence—and in a literary way—but if all men were Cave Men!
Well, you know, the thought is frightful; simply frightful!
You can have a feeling for just one Cave Man, you know, in the midst of Civilization, when a million Cave Men would——
But the idea is too terrible for words!
And in this crisis it is Woman who must save the world.
The loveliest woman—she's quite advanced, really, and has the most charming toilettes—told our Little Group of Serious Thinkers the other night that this is the time when Woman must rule the world.
It is the test of the New Woman.
If anything is saved from the wreck it will be because of Her.
She can write letters to the papers, you know, against war and—and all that sort of thing, you know. ​And, of course, if the Germans and Russians and English do all get together and conquer Paris, I suppose they won't kill the modistes and designers.
Civilization, you know, is not so easily killed after all. The Romans were conquered, you know, but all their styles and philosophies and things were taken up by the Medes and Persians who conquered them, and have remained unchanged in those countries ever since.
But in a time like this, it's comforting to have a Cause to cling to.
No matter what happens, the advanced thinkers must cling together and make their Cause count.
And if England should conquer France, and put a king on the throne there again, no doubt there will be a great revival of fashion, as there was in the days of Napoleon I. and the Empress Eugénie.
But if all the advanced thinkers in the world could only get together in one place and think Peace and Harmony—sit down in circles, you know, and send Psychic Vibrations across the ocean—who can tell but what the war might not end?
The triumph of mind over matter, you know.
I'm going to propose the idea to our little group and pass it on to all the other little groups.
I'd be willing to give up an entire evening to it myself.
# Hermione and Her Little Group of Serious Thinkers/Fothergil Finch Tell of His Revolt Against Organized Society

FOTHERGIL FINCH TELLS OF HIS REVOLT AGAINST ORGANIZED SOCIETY
BERTIE GRIGGS—you know Ethelbert Griggs, don't you? He does the text for the Paris fashions for a woman's magazine, and on the side he writes the most impassioned verse. All about Serpents, and Women, and Lillith and Phryne, you know.
Bertie said to me only the other day, "Fothy, you are too Radical. It will keep you down in the world."
"Bertie," I said, "I know I am, but can I help it? I spurn the world! A truly virile poet must."
"Some day, Fothy," he said, "you will come into contact with the law."
I only laughed. Bitterly, I suppose, for Bertie looked at me quite shocked.
"Bertie," I said, "I expect Persecution. I welcome it. All great souls do. I look for it. On one pretext or another, I will be flung into prison when my next volume, 'Clamor, Cries and Curses' comes out."
And I will, too, if I ever find a publisher who ​dares to bring it out. But they are all too cowardly!
"Fothy," he said, "you Revolutionists are always talking—but what do you ever do?"
I arose with dignity. "Bertie," I said, "I am ready to suffer for the Cause." I turned and left him. I must have been pale with resolve, for he ran after me and caught me by the wrist. But I shook him off.
I was in a desperate mood.
"Curses upon all their Conventions!" I said, as I turned up the street toward Central Park. "Curses upon all organized society!"
I stopped in front of Columbus's statue, at Columbus Circle.
"Fool," I muttered bitterly, "to discover a new world!"
I shook my fist at the statue and went on.
I wandered over to the place where they keep the animals, and stopped in front of one of the monkey cages.
Dear, unconventional little beasts! They always charm my blacker moods away from me! So free, so untrammeled, so primitive!
I smiled at a monkey. He smiled at me. I held up a peanut. He reached out his hand for it.
I was about to fling it to him when I saw a sign that read: ​"Visitors are warned not to feed the animals under the penalty of the law."
Always their laws! Always their restrictions! Always their damnable shackles! Always this denial of the rights of the individual!
For a moment I stood there with the peanut in my hand just simply too angry for anything!
And then I cried out, quite loudly: "Curses upon organized society! I will break its laws! I will feed the animals!"
Always in times of great crisis I see myself quite plainly as if I were some other person; poets often do, you know; and I could not help thinking of the pose of Ajax defying the lightning.
"I will break the law!" I cried. "So there!"
And with that I flung the peanut right into the cage with all my might, and ran away, laughing mockingly as I ran.
I felt that I had crossed the Rubicon, and that night I sat down and wrote my revolutionary poem, "The Defiance."
What the Cause needs is men with Vision to see and Courage to perform! This is the age of Virility!
# Hermione and Her Little Group of Serious Thinkers/Front matter

HERMIONE
* BOOKS BY DON MARQUIS
* PREFACES
* HERMIONE
* CARTER
* NOAH AN' JONAH AN' CAP'N JOHN SMITH
* D. APPLETON AND COMPANY
* NEW YORKLONDON
# Hermione and Her Little Group of Serious Thinkers/How Suffering Purifies One!

HOW SUFFERING PURIFIES ONE!
OH, to go through fire and come out purified! Suffering is wonderful, isn't it? Simply wonderful!
The loveliest man talked to us the other night—to our Little Group of Serious Thinkers, you know—about social ideals and suffering.
The reason so many attempts to improve things fail, you know, is because the people who try them out haven't suffered personally.
He had the loveliest eyes, this man.
He made me think. I said to myself, "After all, have I suffered? Have I been purified by fire?"
And I decided that I had—that is spiritually, you know.
The suffering—the spiritual suffering—that I undergo through being misunderstood is something frightful!
Mamma discourages every Cause I take up. So does Papa.
I get no sympathy in my devotion to my ideals. Only opposition!
And from a child I have had such a high-strung, ​sensitive nervous organization that opposition of any sort has made me ill.
There are some temperaments like that.
Once when I was quite small and Mamma threatened to spank me, I had convulsions.
And nothing but opposition, opposition, opposition now!
Only we advanced thinkers know what it is to suffer! To go through fire for our ideals!
And what is physical suffering by the side of spiritual suffering?
I so often think of that when I am engaged in sociological work. Only the other night—it was raining and chilly, you know—some of us went down in the auto to one of the missions and looked at the sufferers who were being cared for.
And the thought came to me all of a sudden: "Yes, physical suffering may be relieved—but what is there to relieve spiritual suffering like mine?"
Though, of course, it improves one.
I think it is beginning to show in my eyes.
I looked at them for nearly two hours in the mirror last evening, trying to be quite certain.
And, you know, there's a kind of look in them that's never been there until recently. A kind of a—a——
Well, it's an intangible look, if you get what I mean.
​Not exactly a hungry look, more of a yearning look!
Thank heaven, though, I can control it—one should always be the captain of one's soul, shouldn't one?
I hide it at times. Because one must hide one's suffering from the world, mustn't one?
But at other times I let it show.
And, really, with practice, I think I am going to manage it so that I can turn it off and on—if you get what I mean—almost at will.
Because, you know, in certain costumes that look would be quite unbecoming.
Quite out of Harmony. And Inner Beauty only comes through Inner Harmony, doesn't it?
Harmony! Harmony! Oh, to be in accord with the Infinite!
Nearly every night before I go to bed I ask myself, "Have I vibrated in tune with the Infinite today, or have I failed?"