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# Congratulating Representative Robert Badham

Source: 2004 Congressional Record, Vol. 150, Page E1085 www.gpo.gov
Congratulating Representative Robert Badham
HON. CHRISTOPHER COX
OF CALIFORNIA IN THE HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES
Wednesday, June 9, 2004
Mr. COX. Mr. Speaker, this week, as we mourn the passing and commemorate the life of Ronald Reagan, we have another occasion for unabashed celebration. My predecessor in this office, Representative Robert Badham, who blazed trails for President Reagan in Sacramento and in Washington, celebrates his 75th birthday today.
Bob Badham won election to the California State Assembly at a remarkably young age, four years before Ronald Reagan won the governorship. He won election to the U.S. House of Representatives four years before Governor Reagan won the presidency. As soon as he arrived in Washington he was elected president of his incoming class of Members, and he remained a leader throughout his tenure here. From the 117 feet of his records held by the University of California at Irvine to the GOP records stored by the Policy Committee on the fourth floor of the Longworth House Office Building, Bob's name stands out as one of our party's most energetic spokesmen and most articulate advocates for our agenda; as an active litigant for electoral fairness; as an international diplomat supporting our critical security alliances; and as a Member of Congress who set a standard for constituent service and attention that I must work very hard to approach.
Most significantly, as Bob rose to becoming the ranking Member on the House Armed Services Procurement Subcommittee, he helped President Reagan rebuild our military, and, through the policy of peace through strength, win the Cold War. As President Reagan headed back to California in 1989, Representative Badham chose to leave one of the most secure Congressional seats in the nation and to return to California as well. Needless to say, the career of our colleague, Duncan Hunter, and my own, were both advanced by Bob's decision that a quarter century in elected office was enough.
The people of southern California are fortunate that giving up elected office has not meant giving up public service to Bob Badham. Since his return to California, Bob has remained an active leader in Orange County. He and his wife, Anne, remain two of Orange County's most active and energetic citizens. They are among the kindest and most interesting people anyone will ever know.
Mr. Speaker, I hope you will join the people of Orange County, all of Bob's colleagues in the House of Representatives, and all of those who are fortunate to call Bob Badham a friend, in wishing him the happiest of birthdays on this, his 75th!
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# Congratulations to Muslims on the Celebration of Eid

Congratulations to Muslims on the Celebration of Eid. Congressional Record: April 23, 1998 (Extensions of Remarks) Page E666. DOCID:cr23ap98-72. (available online)
Mr. RODRIGUEZ. Mr. Speaker, I rise today on behalf of my constituents and other members of the Muslim community in the United States and throughout the world who this month celebrated the holy day of Eid.
Muslims celebrate two Eids (festivals) every lunar year, Eid-ul-Fitr and Eid-ul-Adha. Eid-ul-Fitr is celebrated after fasting for a whole month. During this month a Muslim distributes 2.5 percent of his annual savings in charity to the poor.
Eid-ul-Adha, Feast of the Sacrifice, takes its roots from the Patriarch of our three great faiths, Judaism, Christianity and Islam-- Abraham. In recognition of the act of sacrifice and obedience with which Abraham was ready to sacrifice his beloved son, for the last 1,400 years Muslims have followed Abraham's tradition by sacrificing a lamb at the end of Hajj, the pilgrimage to Mecca.
I ask the Congress to join me in congratulating the six million Muslims in the United States and over a billion Muslims across the globe who follow the tradition of Abraham upon this occasion of celebration, sacrifice and charity.
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# Congress of Aix-la-Chapelle (1818)

The Congress or Conference of Aix-la-Chapelle (Aachen), held in the autumn of 1818, was primarily a meeting of the four allied powers Britain, Austria, Prussia and Russia to decide the question of the withdrawal of the army of occupation from France and the nature of the modifications to be introduced in consequence into the relations of the four powers towards each other, and collectively towards France. (From the Wikipedia Article Congress of Aix-la-Chapelle (1818) 23 April 2009)
| Date | Conventions, protocols and notes. |
| 9 October | Convention between 4 Powers and France. Evacuation of France. Pecuniary Indemnity. |
| 3 November | Protocol. 4 Powers and France. French Pecuniary Indemnity. |
| 4 November | Note. 4 Powers to France. Termination of Military Occupation of France. |
| | Invitation to France to join in Conferences of Allies (Annex A to the Protocol of 15 November). |
| 12 November | Note. France to Allies. Acceptance of Invitation to join Conferences. Union of the 5 Powers (Annex B to the Protocol of 15 November). |
| 14 November | Protocol. 5 Powers. Toll of Elsfleth. |
| 15 November | Protocol. 5 Powers. Union of Austria, France, Great Britain, Prussia, and Russia. Maintenance of the Peace of Europe. |
| 15 November | Declaration of the 5 Powers. Maintenance of the Peace of Europe (Annex C to the Protocol of 15 November). |
| 21 November | Protocol. 5 Powers. Diplomatic Precedence of Ministers Resident. |

## Notes

* ↑ (Hertslet, p. 17)
* ↑ Hertslet, (no. 82) pp. 17,557
* ↑ Hertslet, (no. 83), pp. 17,561
* ↑ Hertslet, (no. 84), pp. 17,564
* ↑ Hertslet, (no. 85), pp. 17,567
* ↑ Hertslet, (no. 86), pp. 17,569
* ↑ Hertslet, (no. 87), pp. 17,571
* ↑ Hertslet, (no. 88), pp. 17,573
* ↑ Hertslet, (no. 89), pp. 17,575

## References

* Hertslet, Edward. The map of Europe by treaty; showing the various political and territorial changes which have taken place since the general peace of 1814, London, Butterworths, 1875.
# Congratulations to the Colorado Teacher of the Year

Source: 2011 Congressional Record, Vol. 157, Page E2014
Congratulations to the Colorado Teacher of the Year
HON. JARED POLIS
OF COLORADO IN THE HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES
Friday, November 4, 2011
Mr. POLIS. Mr. Speaker, I rise today to congratulate Ms. Kristin Donley, an outstanding educator at Monarch High School. She has pioneered innovative learning for the past 10 years teaching physical science, chemistry and biology. Ms. Donley is an inspiration and an exemplary educator, and I am honored to commend her for being named the 2012 Colorado Teacher of the Year.
Her multifaceted approach to teaching goes beyond the textbooks and the standardized tests to instill curiosity and inspiration in her students; it provides the building blocks for a well-rounded understanding of the sciences. She has provided many opportunities for her students outside the classroom that truly prepare them with the skills and knowledge necessary to compete and succeed. Her partnership with the University of Colorado Boulder allowed her students to spend a week at the CU Mountain Research Station in Nederland, Colorado, where they had the opportunity to do hands-on learning of cutting-edge research that directly led to their own research and the chance to compete competitively in the regional science fair.
She has expanded the number of opportunities for her students to become passionate learners by establishing and coordinating a district science research seminar to have a peer science mentorship program for elementary and middle school students. She works with her students to create interest in learning science and to provide them with the tools for success. Her faith in the public school system and her advocacy for innovative, cutting-edge learning is especially important now, at a time when improving our schools and expanding access to innovative science, technology, engineering and mathematics instruction is critical.
Ms. Donley was born in Boulder and received both her undergraduate and graduate degrees in molecular, cellular and developmental biology at the University of Colorado. She is truly a dedicated community member and educator, and I am honored to recognize her as the 2012 Colorado Teacher of the Year.
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# Creole Sketches/The Creole Character

THE CREOLE CHARACTER
It was not a difficult job to put up a wooden awning about the corner grocery — two stout Irishmen would have done it in twenty-four hours; but the corner grocery man was a Creole, and he hired four Creole carpenters. So they took three weeks to do it, and they have not done it yet. Ce pas baptême katin, travail comme ça; and they did not propose to work themselves to death. Life was too short. We went round the corner to look at them. Beautifully did they saw the boards and with exquisite grace did they hammer the nails — vrais poseurs they were; and then they wiped their brows and sighed, and rolled up cigarettes and went into the grocery to get a light. There they met Aristide and Jules and Albert and Alcée ​and Alcibiade, and they all took a drink and cracked awful jokes together. Then the carpenters went out again, and climbed upon the half-finished awning, and grinned at a swarthy young woman passing, who had a graceful air of deportment and a complexion like a statue of bronze. Then they laughed at one another; and it began to rain, so they went down and smoked some cigarettes, until it was time for dinner. After dinner they worked very slowly, deliberately, and artistically for ten minutes, until a mad dog came running down the street, which they chased for half a mile with surprising energy and astounding strength of purpose. And when they came back they recounted their heroic deeds to an admiring crowd in the grocery, and to the washerwoman round the corner, and the Italian fruit-woman over the way, and the wife of the rival grocery-keeper on the other side, and the ​two lazy policemen on the beat, and the cook of the neighboring boarding-house, and the confectioner at the southeast corner, and the shoemaker at the northwest corner, and the butcher at the southwest corner, and the coal woman just round the northeast corner. Then they got ready to work; and commenced to hammer away to the air —
"Madame Caba, Tiyon vous tombe; Madame Caba, Tiyon vous tombe; Ah, la reine, Piye la su' moi; Madame Caba Piye la su' moi; Madame Caba Chandelle 'te teigne," etc.
Then it got dark, and they took another drink and went home. And it was even so next day also, and the next, and so for twenty-three days; and that awning still remains in a wild and savage condition of incompleteness.
# Creole Sketches/The Indignant Dead

THE INDIGNANT DEAD
If they are not indignant as a certain worthy Administrator declared they were, they ought to be.
During the last ten years three hundred and three persons have been murdered in New Orleans or vicinity.
And yet only five of the murderers have been hung. ​Only five — although eleven were actually sentenced to death.
Consequently the chance of being hung for committing a murder in this community is as five to three hundred and three.
Almost as little danger of being hung for having committed murder as of being run over by a railroad train or cut in two by a buzz saw or brained by a brick falling from a chimney.
It is really horrible to read the report made to Governor Wiltz.
Of perhaps more than three hundred murderers — for many of these murders were committed by several persons — only three escaped from justice. What became of the rest? Where are the three hundred?
One hundred and sixteen were declared not guilty.
A nolle prosequi was entered in fifty-nine cases.
​In nine cases it was "not a true bill."
There were three mistrials.
Twelve cases were transferred to the dead docket.
Without going much further into particulars we need only remark that the rest mostly escaped with light sentences, or were pardoned out of the Penitentiary.
Only five murderers were punished by death.
And that was only because they were strangers, —
Because they had no money to pay lawyers, —
Because they had no political influence.
Two Italians, two negroes and a Malay — probably less guilty than some who are now walking the streets!
There are nearly three hundred unavenged dead, — the blood of nearly three ​hundred victims crying vainly to heaven for vengeance!
If the dead are not indignant, in the immortal words of our Administrator, they ought to be.
# Creole Sketches/The Restless Boarder

THE RESTLESS BOARDER
He come to me fust of de mont, an' say, "Madame, I must another room; I not can live in dat for de noise abominable vat make dose infants." And I reply him, "Monsieur, choose yourself vat room mos' you like."
Den he tell me to get him arrange one room on t'ird floor. I get room right morning. Evening he say, "Madame, I not can take dat room; I take back oder." So I change him de tings well more.
Next week he say, "Madame, I must anoder room obtain; I not can suffer more de noise of devils vat dose infants make." So I arrange room on fourt floor. In de evening he tell me his mind be change — dat he not more want dat oder room. So I have all for to move back again.
​After, he come to me de t'irte-et', and say, "Madame, you get to me one oder room, dat for I not leave de house. No more can I suffer de noise infernal and outrajeous vat make dose infants detestable." I say, "Monsieur, take vonce vat room you deseer, and leave me tranquille."
He den take room on front floor; but in middle night he go down gentle de stair and put all tings updownside, and go back in ole room. Den in de morning he tell my domestique to him aid, an' for more as five hour dey walk up de stair an' down de stair carr'ing much of valise an' of trunk an' of ole pantalons an' of washing-basin an' of pillow — and of pot. De vat ma disguss.
At de end all at sudden he take oder room, and dere install him well — vat I much surprise. But not more be I surprise ven dat I see him go out from de house, away, an' one negro vat carry him ​de valise. And much be I content for dat I see it.
But I not long content.
De morning after I see a procession vat enter de house one time more — de negro, de valise, and he, and one boy vat carry him de tobacco-pot and boots. So he go up de stair, and put back himself to his ole room. Not ever in-no-matter-vat-place see I such tings.
Den he come to me an' say, "Madame, so some one ask after me, tell dem dat I am one mad." "Certainlee," I reply, "I will so dem tell, for dat it be true." But I not understand vat he mean precise until one hour more. Den come to house one man who ask if dat he vas not live here.
"Ah, oui," I say, "he live here, but he is one mad."
"So it is," he reply, "I tink; for as he come to pay me one mont advance, and ​never not again come back. So you give to him back his monis."
Den I be sorry for dat I tell he vas one mad; for dat I see he not one mad at all; — but only one devil vat desire torment all person vitout paying for his vickedness. So I give to him de money, but notice of quit he not take; and I not can yet guess how far dat I be get rid him.
# Creole Sketches/The Vendor of Wisdom

THE VENDOR OF WISDOM
The Vendor of Wisdom selleth and also buyeth at a moderate price all the wisdom that hath been crystallized into the shape of books.
In his antiquated and darksome little shop, the thoughts of thirty centuries reside.
Every wave of civilization that has ebbed over the face of the earth, has ​drifted something into that little dusty bookstore.
Every great event in the history of the earth has contributed a something to those dusty shelves.
All nations and tongues are represented there; all the philosophers have riches there; and there all the poets have preserved their word-music.
As for the antiquarian, he thinketh much of these things; for he knoweth by heart the story of each book, and now rarely openeth any save new ones — works of this age of ours.
Then he saith —
"Pshaw! They call that new, and I have beheld the same in books that were written lo! three thousand years ago!
"The founders of the Semitic and Aryan religions knew these things; and forsooth these modern fools offer them to us as something novel! ​"The Egyptians were versed in the very profoundest philosophy of all these questions; — they were taught also in Rome and in Greece.
"Nevertheless, there are people in these days who imagine they can write something new upon the subject."
And saying these things he putteth the new book aside, and he taketh a duster and dusteth tenderly the thoughts of Plato and Aristotle and Socrates, and patteth the good old books on the back.
Never doth he lose patience — not even when bibliophilists steal his books —
Nor when cockroaches devour the backs of Aristophanes and Pliny, and of Diodorus Siculus, of Athenæus and Sophocles and Petronius —
Nor when bookworms bore holes through the Elzevir text of the Fathers of the Church —
Nor when, having bought a book for a ​good price, he afterward discovereth that the person who sold it to him had previously torn out the engravings —
Nor even when having been told to "lay books aside" the person for whom they are laid aside never cometh back — so that they lay there until all hope of selling them has departed.
He putteth works of godly piety in the waste-basket.
And books in the French language, robed in yellow like Roman courtesans — these he selleth for a good price.
"For such" he saith, "is the depravity of human nature."
Never have I been able to learn whether he saith this seriously or not — so much doth his eye twinkle when he saith it.
He is never absent from his post; — for twenty-five years he hath lived every day with his books from 7.30 a.m. to 7.30 p.m. ​And there will he remain, let us hope, for many years more.
Until they take him from his books and file him away, even as a roll of MS. in the marble pigeon holes which are never dusted and whose contents are never looked at.
# Creole Sketches/The Flower-Sellers

THE FLOWER-SELLERS
They sit forever under the shadows — silver-tressed and ancient — calmly weaving their flowers into rainbow-tinted gifts for youth and beauty.
And I, gazing upon them impassibly weaving the bright blossoms together, dream of the ancient Norns of Scandinavian legends —
Weaving the warp and woof of human destinies; — measuring terms of life as the stems of flowers are measured; —
Mystically mingling Evil with Good; Joy with Sorrow; Love with Grief; — tints of Passion with tints of Melancholy, — even as in a bouquet the hues of a hundred flowers are blended into one rich design.
Evanescent as the beauty of Woman ​are the colors of the flowers; — volatile their drowsy-sweet odors as the perfume of youth.
And thou, O reader, when thou receivest, from the wrinkled hands of the Norns, who measure the lives of summer blossoms, an odorous gift for the ivory hand of thy living idol, —
Knowest thou that the gift is in itself a voiceless symbol of the fragility of all which thou worshippest?
Fair girl, a mightier Norn than that grey woman who silently weaves her flowers in the sun, has measured the golden thread of thy life: —
Though sweeter than the presence of Esther, bathed six months in palm-oil and rich odors before entering the chamber of the King — thy youth will pass like the breath of a flower; —
Though thy lips be as those of the Shulamitess, they will wither and crisp and ​wrinkle like the petals of a scarlet blossom; —
And as a flower between the leaves of a book, thou shalt be pressed between the marble covers of that ponderous volume in which Death, who is, alas! strong as Love, keeps the weird record of his deeds.
# Creole Sketches/The Dawn of the Carnival

THE DAWN OF THE CARNIVAL
The Night cometh in which we take no note of time, and forget that we are living in a practical age which mostly relegates romance to printed pages and merriment to the stage. Yet what is more romantic than the Night of the Masked Ball — the too brief hours of light, music, and fantastic merriment which seem to belong to no century and yet to all? Somehow or other, in spite of all the noisy frolic of such nights, the spectacle of a Mardi Gras Ball impresses one at moments as a ghastly and unreal scene. The apparitions of figures which belong to other ages; the Venetian mysteries of the domino; the witchery of beauty half-veiled; the tantalizing salutes from enigmatic figures you cannot recognize; the pretty mockeries ​whispered into your ear by some ruddy lips whose syllabling seems so strangely familiar and yet defies recognition; the King himself seated above the shifting rout impenetrable as a Sphinx; and the kaleidoscopic changing and flashing of colors as the merry crowd whirls and sways under the musical breath of the orchestra — seem hardly real, hardly possible to belong in any manner to the prosaic life of the century. Even the few unimpassional spectators who remain maskless and motionless form so strange a contrast that they seem like watchers in a haunted palace silently gazing upon a shadowy festival which occurs only once a year in the great hall exactly between the hours of twelve and three. While the most beautiful class of costumes seem ghostly only in that they really do belong to past ages, the more grotesque and outlandish sort seem strangely suggestive of a goblin ​festival. And above all the charms of the domino! Does it not seem magical that a woman can, by a little bright velvet and shimmering silk, thus make herself a fairy? And the glorious Night is approaching — this quaint old-time night, star-jeweled, fantastically robed; and the blue river is bearing us fleets of white boats thronged with strangers who doubtless are dreaming of lights and music, the tepid, perfumed air of Rex's Palace, and the motley rout of merry ghosts, droll goblins, and sweet fairies, who will dance the dance of the Carnival until blue day puts out at once the trembling tapers of the stars and the lights of the great ball.