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# Austin v. Tennessee

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## Dissenting Opinion

    Brewer
United States Supreme Court
179 U.S. 343
Austin v. Tennessee
Argued: November 9, 10, 1899. --- Decided: November 19, 1900
The facts are stated in the opinion.
This was a writ of error to review the conviction of Austin for the sale of cigarettes in violation of an act of the general assembly of Tennessee (Acts of 1897, chap. 30) the material portion of which reads as follows:
'Be it enacted by the general assembly of the state of Tennessee, That it shall be a misdemeanor for any person, firm, or corporation to sell, offer to sell, or to bring into the state for the purpose of selling, giving away, or otherwise disposing of, any cigarettes, cigarette paper, or substitute for the same; and a violation of any of the provisions of this act shall be a misdemeanor punishable by a fine of not less than $50.'
Defendant was convicted in the circuit court of Monroe county, fined $50, and committed until the fine should be paid; and upon appeal to the supreme court of Tennessee the judgment of the circuit court was affirmed. 101 Tenn. 563, 48 S. W. 305.
Mr. Justice Brown delivered the opinion of the court:

## Notes

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# Aviation Accident Report: Aeronca crash on 24 March 1935

for the Bureau of Air Commerce
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DEPARTMENT OF COMMERCE BUREAU OF AIR COMMERCE Washington
STATEMENT OF PROBABLE CAUSE CONCERNING AN AIRCRAFT ACCIDENT WHICH OCCURRED TO A PRIVATELY OWNED PLANE ON MARCH 24, 1935, AT COLUMBUS GROVE, OHIO
To the Secretary of Commerce:
On March 24, 1935 at about 8:30 a.m. near Columbus Grove, Ohio, a privately owned airplane, being used for solo student instructional flying, crashed with resultant death to the pilot and the complete destruction of the aircraft.
The plane, an Aeronca, Model C-3, owned by the pilot, bore Department of Commerce license number NC-13585. The pilot, Irvin Pierman, held a Department of Commerce student pilot's license.
Witnesses observed the plane flying over the field from the north at an altitude of 600 or 700 feet. A turn was made toward the west, and almost immediately after the turn both wings collapsed and the plane fell to the earth.
Apparently the right wing was the first to collapse as parts of this wing were found furthest from the point of contact with the ground. However, the wing structure was so completely demolished that it was impossible to establish just which part failed first. Very little could be learned relative to the maintenance, care or usage of this aircraft since its last inspection by the Department of Commerce on July 2, 1934.
It is the opinion of the Accident Board that the probable cause of this accident was a failure of the wing structure.
Respectfully submitted,
Eugene L. Vidal Director of Air Commerce
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# Aviation Accident Report: 1935 private Welch aircraft crash

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DEPARTMENT OF COMMERCE BUREAU OF AIR COMMERCE Washington
STATEMENT OF PROBABLE CAUSE CONCERNING AN AIRCRAFT ACCIDENT WHICH OCCURRED TO A PRIVATELY OWNED PLANE ON APRIL 22, 1935, at PORTLAND, INDIANA
To the Secretary of Commerce:
On April 22, 1935 at about 2:38 p.m. at Brigham Airport, Portland, Indiana, a privately owned airplane spun to the ground with resultant death to the pilot and one passenger and the complete destruction of the aircraft.
The plane, a Welch, model OW-6M, owned by Fred Bimel of Portland, Indiana, was not a licensed aircraft but bore Department of Commerce identification No. 13521. The pilot, Glen Berger, did not hold any class of pilot's license issued by the Department of Commerce. The passenger, Orlo Bishop, was from Portland, Indiana.
According to statements of witnesses, the pilot had made about two-thirds of a turn necessary to get the plane in a direction for landing on the airport when he throttled his engine to complete his landing approach in a glide. At this time the nose of the plane was seen to drop and the plane continued into the ground from an altitude of about 250 feet in what appeared to be a spiral. The plane was equipped with dual controls which had not been removed. It is possible that the passenger interfered with the controls during the glide for a landing but it is not thought probable.
It is the opinion of the Accident Board that the probable cause of this accident was the pilot's failure to properly handle the aircraft.
Respectfully submitted,
Eugene L. Vidal Director of Air Commerce
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# Aviation Accident Report: 1935 Varney Air Transport crash

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DEPARTMENT OF COMMERCE BUREAU OF AIR COMMERCE Washington
REPORT OF THE ACCIDENT BOARD BUREAU OF AIR COMMERCE
Statement of probable cause concerning an accident which occurred to a plane of Varney Air Transport, Incorporated, on May 1, 1935 at Rattlesnake Butte, Colorado
To the Director of Air Commerce:
On May 1, 1935 at about 10:45 a.m. at Rattlesnake Butte, Colorado, an airplane of United States registry, piloted by a licensed airman, while being operated in scheduled flight carrying United States mail, accidentally collided with the ground with resultant death to the pilot and the complete destruction of the aircraft.
The airplane, a Lockheed Vega, bore Department of Commerce license number NC-891E and was being operated between Pueblo, Colorado and El Paso, Texas by Varney Air Transport, Incorporated. The pilot, John J. Mentijo, held a Department of Commerce transport pilot's license. No passengers were carried.
Pilot Mentijo, carrying mail only, departed from Pueblo on schedule and, so far as was known, proceeded on his normal course. Next known, a class of school children and their teacher at Rattlesnake Butte saw the plane approaching the school-house from the Northwest at an altitude of 150 to 200 feet. After circling the school-house and losing altitude to about 50 feet above the ground, the pilot increased the speed of the engine and flew to a point about one and one-half mile North of the school and while still losing altitude, attempted a turn which should allow him to pass in front of the school again. Near the completion of this turn and while in a steep bank, the right wing touched the ground, throwing the plane out of control, killing the pilot and completely destroying the aircraft.
Nothing was found to indicate that either plane or engine were not functioning normally. A letter found in the wreckage, evidently written by the pilot, requested the school children of Rattlesnake Butte to write him and let him know how close to the door of the school he had dropped the letter.
It is the opinion of the Accident Board that the probable cause of this accident was an accidental collision with the ground while doing low flying in violation of the Air Commerce Regulations.
ACCIDENT BOARD
Jesse W. Lankford, Secretary
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# BMG Music v. Gonzalez

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430 F.3d 888 (7th Cir. 2005), a civil case in which the United States Court of Appeals for the Seventh Circuit upheld a lower court's summary judgment that the defendant had committed copyright infringement. The decision is noteworthy for rejecting the defendant's fair use defense, which had rested upon the defendant's contention that she was merely "sampling" songs with the intention of purchasing those she enjoyed at retail.
* 430 F.3d 888
* BMG MUSIC, et al., Plaintiffs-Appellees
* v.
* CECILIA GONZALEZ, Defendant-Appellant.
* No. 05-1314
* United States Court of Appeals, Seventh Circuit.
* ARGUED OCTOBER 27, 2005
* DECIDED DECEMBER 9, 2005
Appeal from the United States District Court for the Northern District of Illinois, Eastern Division. No. 03 C 6276 — Blanche M. Manning, Judge.
Before Easterbrook, Evans, and Williams, Circuit Judges.
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# BIC Turntable 20Z Manual/Trouble Shooting Hints

Trouble Shooting Hints
Disconnect the power cord and protect the stylus before making investigations.
B·I·C | AVNETWestbury, New York 11590B·I·C is a registered trademark of B·I·C | AVNET.Printed in U.S.A.28-318-01 (030/891/25)
# Battle-Retrospect, and Other Poems/To the War Realists

TO THE WAR REALISTS.
The rumbling guns grow silent in the past, The clouds of war float down behind the hills, The unnatural radiance that overcast The battle moments no more awes and thrills. Say what we will, for him who gives his life To war, conscious of an ideal, there flames A glory in the sky; the sorriest strife Is hallowed by devotion and great aims. Though glamour there be none, his soul is blunt Who feels not where the battle-work is grim A cloud of witnesses, a tidal wave Of earth's best passion brim along the front, Weighing upon him and exalting him, Leaving the world at ebb to make him brave.
# Battle-Retrospect, and Other Poems/Unsung

UNSUNG.
Would now that we who battled were not dumb, Who shared the dire communion of the strife With those who died. Would there were living some Could paint those greatest moments to the life. Then as the page of ancient epic flames With heroes canonized, the wise, the strong, So these our recent days and later names Would grow illustrious in modern song. Surely the world is dull of heart and blind Dismissing with so casual a glance This bright inheritance of recent glory, As though great deeds were to the past confined, When Iliads yesterday were fought in France And Odysseys that claim their place in story.
# Battle (Claude McKay)

First published in Workers' Dreadnought, 9 October 1920 under the pseudonym Hugh Hope
* Battle
* Last night I dreamed that in the deadly strife,
* Where privileged power rules ruthless might,
* I saw my body, a corpse still breathing life,
* Trampled and mangled, a bloody, blackened sight.
* If such should be my fate, I pray it will
* Come to me sudden-swift, a keen sword-dart,
* Sent deeply through my burning breast to still
* The rhythmic beat of my rebellious heart.
* So, I should have the grand end come to me,
* While following the only way of duty
* And questing for the soul of truth and beauty!
* I'd go convinced that there could never be
* A fairer life for truth or beauty's flower,
* While earth is ruled by man's imperial power.
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# Battle-Retrospect, and Other Poems/To G. B. and Others

TO G. B. AND OTHERS. DIED IN ACTION.
How were we different from you That we should live when you have died? Wherein less worthy or less true That unto us it was denied So great a gift as life to give? Wherein more immature than you That you could die and we must live?
What was this secret that you kept With destiny, this rendezvous, This tryst towards which your spirits leapt Exulting, all the battle through? What jubilant intelligence Was yours of some unguessed-of prize? What high election bore you hence Elated at your sacrifice?
O we who live must envious grow To think on you—and you—and you— We left back on that great plateau Of passion and of faith, for to That height again we may not climb Who are descended into time.
Surely they were not born as we. Rather they were a stalwart band Of Heaven's youthful chivalry, Who on that day when Fate's command Went forth for war together stood And heard, a shining brotherhood. They saw the great arena set, They saw the hosts of Ill deploy,— What wonder that such hearts should fret To be withholden from the joy Of such a great arbitrament? In them such jealousy was bred Of mortals then as we who went ​And are returned feel for the dead. Nor could they sorrow overmuch For homes bereaved and loved ones slain, Who knew grief's sanctifying touch, God's high economy of pain And treasuring of tears and wise Investment of all sacrifice; How that of all true warriors none Save for eternal issues die, Nor any suffer but have won Untold access of gain thereby To men and angels. Thus aware And envious of the mighty strife, They pressed about the Arbiter And sued Him for the gift of life On earth, that there they too might share The conflict. First He told them of The cost,—how thick earth's darkness lies, How rarefied its air of love, How foolhardy its sacrifice. He bowed their heads, He closed their eyes To Heaven's scene, and hid His face, And those fair records did erase Their memories of Paradise.
So did these radiant beings come To earth, their covenant with Heaven All unremembered, but so graven Upon their hearts they felt its power Constraining them to some great hour, Coercing them to martyrdom. Till when the great occasion broke They heard the summons and awoke And knew their calling. And we saw Some inkling of the cause was theirs Beyond our ken, some deeper awe Transfiguring our earth's affairs. ​In this projected, greater strife They overpassed the bournes of life, And grew too noble to retrace Their steps to this restricted place, Knights now in spiritual lists, And Action's transcendentalists.
# Battle-Retrospect, and Other Poems/To the American Legion

TO THE AMERICAN LEGION.
We have vowed a vow and we may not turn aside, We are under oath to our comrades who have died And they prompt us still and they will not be denied.
We are not our own, for our lives are under bond To the martyr leaders who have passed beyond, For they still command and we cannot but respond.
We are not our own, for we lost our liberty On the day they died who had longed to make men free, Whose compelling dream must be law for you and me.
There are those who made no agreement with the dead, Who are free to laugh and to feast, but some instead Will be stern with thinking on those who fought and bled.
There is room for song and for dance (but not for these), And the frightened world must be blindfolded with ease, But we fall heir to the great austerities.
For the Foe remains in a thousand forms elate, And there is no armistice with Greed and Hate, And no truce with Slavery though the day grow late.
Ay, the Foe remains who will grant us this joy more, The same cross in peace that our comrades found in war, And unite us so to the heroes gone before.
# Battle Creek, Utah: recollection

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Indian Expedition Utah Valley Feb. & March 1849: On the 28th of February 1849, about forty horsemen, under Captain John Scott, started south, in pursuit of some Indians who had been stealing and killing cattle and running off horses from Willow Creek and other places. The company proceeded to Utah Valley, found Little Chief and his band of Timpany Utes on the Provo, and camped near them. Little Chief told where the thieving Indians were encamped, and agreed for his son to go and guide the company to the place. Accordingly, in the middle of the night the guide told the company to start, and they returned halfway across the Provo Bench. Here they left their horses and bedding, and proceeded on foot toward the creek north and the base of the mountains. Ascending the rising ground, they discovered the first of the Indians, who were encamped on the creek, which runs in a deep ravine in the midst of willow and dense brushwood. A party were then sent back for the horses and baggage, and after they came up again the whole were divided into four smaller bodies, and surrounded the Indian camp, who, when they awoke, found themselves hemmed in. So they immediately packed up their property, and ineffectively tried every way to escape. They then commenced to fight by shooting arrows and firing guns. This small predatory band of Indians consisted of two lodges under Cone and Blue-Shirt, and numbered 17 in all, including four men. The squaws and children were got out and fed and warmed. After a desultory fight of three or four hours, the four men, who took every advantage of the brush for cover, were killed. None of the brethren were injured. During the fight, Stick-in-the-head and his band of Timpany Utes came up, ready for a fight, and took a position on an elevation, whence they vainly called to the besieged and urged them to come that way. The squaws and children of the slain followed the brethren to the city, and, after being fed, went to the Snake Indians, to which tribe the squaws professed to belong. ~ , January 1, 1862 Dimick Baker Huntington
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# Battle-Retrospect, and Other Poems/The Wise Dead

THE WISE DEAD.
Farewell, Children of thunder! Born to dark strategic rôles on earth. Who fell In cataclysm, questing the new birth, Children of wonder!
Farewell, Promethean explorers! Who spurned the tedium of the endless draw And must rebel And plunge across the pale to find what law Prolonged the folly,—past our gaping awe. Effectual implorers!
Farewell, Coercers of Victory! The weight of whose redemption tipped the scale, Who could compel The waiting destinies within the veil; With whom this only gesture could avail— Your Valedictory!
# Battle-Retrospect, and Other Poems/To the Fallen

TO THE FALLEN. (NOVEMBER.)
No more for them time's dark events Charging like ceaseless clouds across the sky, No more old fate—they are gone hence— No more the sombre, hurrying destiny.
No more for them November skies, The mighty changes of the dying year, They shall not know earth on this wise, Nor the tumultuous forests hear.
With flying cloud and wind And uproar in the trees that toss and bend The old year races on its blind Accelerating voyage towards the end.
No more for them earth's fleet career Hastening down the runways of the dark, No more the phantoms of the year Coursing like mindless winds through treetops stark.
No more for them the fleeting suns Breeding new fret and stir upon the earth, No more the din, the oaths, the guns, These throb not past the gates of death and birth.
No more for them time's dark events Charging like ceaseless clouds across the sky, The fury of the elements No more shall rage upon them where they lie.
# Battle-Retrospect, and Other Poems/To the True France

TO THE TRUE FRANCE.
Magdalene of the nations who hast passed Through paroxysms of fierce ecstasy And cruelest crucifixion; stormy child Cast by the Church upon the atrocious years; Untamed and best beloved daughter of God, Adorable in passion, grand in tears, Sublime in victory! how God must long To win you wholly who are so much His. For when you most rebel and mock the Cross You stretch yourself upon it for the world, And in our day you have made plain again The mystery of life sprung out of pain. Through you the miracle is still alive, Daughter of dreams, that nobly scorn the trust That other nations place in artifice, And from your ancient citadel of thought Survey without solicitude their power, Relying on the sovereignty of mind, Safe in the immortality of faiths.
# Battle-Retrospect, and Other Poems/Yale

YALE. JUNE, 1920.
Though we are naught, who come back to her arms, Though we are weak and coarsened by the years, Grown fretful of our gains, and the alarms Of life that mar the ease that time endears;
Though we be naught, though we be selfish men, Contemptuous of that which made Yale great, Though we have long since shed the dream that then Led in its living splendour far and straight;
Though we have mocked the men that gave us Yale, Though we have wasted our inheritance, Yet she forgives, and still within her pale Accepting us, recalls us to romance.
O greater than thy greatest sons, O Yale, O silent watcher by the silent tower, Breathe on thy children, feverish and frail, Something of thy still majesty and power.
O greater than thy fathers of the past, O greater than these sons that round thee stand, Grant now to these thy youngest sons at last Traits of the great to-morrow of our land.
O greater than the Present or the Past, Child of the great America to be, Speak through our lives in actions that outlast The noisy years, in gestured prophecy.
So shall the centuries invade the years, So shall the great Dead and Unborn be brought To life to summon from the quick, their peers, And weight our age with import past all thought.
# Ben King's Verse/Beulah Land

Obber de ribber in Beulah Lan'
De lubly angels in white robes stan';
Dey beckon me dar, I kin hyar de ban',
Ober de ribber in Beulah Lan'.
Ober de ribber what sights I see!
Somebody Stan's dar a-waitin' fo me;
Stan's on de sho' ob de Jaspah Sea,
A-callin'; he says dar's res' fo' me.
Ober de ribber I soon mus' go,
Weary ob waitin' fro' all dis woe;
An' when my journey is ended I know
Dat de Good Shepherd will open de do'.
Ober de ribber my soul takes wing,
De songs ob Zion I hyar 'em sing;
When tuned to de harps how our voices will ring
Close 'roun' de frone ob de Hebenly King.
Ober de ribber dey beckon to me,
De ribber dat flows to de Jaspah Sea; Ober de ribber you all mus' know
Dat de Good Shepherd will open de do'.
Den we 'll shout glory an' praise 'im an' sing 'Long up de golden streets, how it will ring;
Close to de Massa fo'evah we'll stan',
Ober de ribber in Beulah Lan'.
# Ben King's Verse/But Then

JOHN OSWALD MuGUFFIN he wanted to die
 'Nd bring his career to an end;
Of course, well—he didn't say nothin' to me—
 But that's what he told every friend.
So one afternoon he went down to the pier,
'Nd folks saw him actin' most terribly queer;
He prayed 'nd he sung, put his hand up to cough
An' every one thought he was a-goin to jump off—
 But he didn't.
 He may jump tomorrer
 Mornin' at ten—
 Said he was goin' to
 Try it again—
 But then.
John Oswald he said he was tired of the earth—
 Of its turmoil and struggle and strife— 'Nd he made up his mind a long, long time ago
 He was just bound t' take his own life ; 'Nd the very next time 'at he started to shave,
Determined to die, he wus goin' t' be brave;
So he stood up 'nd flourished the knife in despair
'Nd every one thought 'at he'd kill himself there—
 But he didn't.
 He says 'at tomorrer
 Mornin' at ten
 He has a notion to
 Try it again—
 But then.
He went and bought arsenic, bought paris green,  'Nd cobalt 'nd all kinds of stuff
'Nd he took great delight in leaving it 'round—
 Of course that was done for a bluff—
Then he rigged up his room with a horrible thing,
That would blow his head off by pullin' a string.
Folks heard the explosion—rushed up—on his bed
John Oswald was lyin'. They whispered, "He's dead."
 But he wasn't,
 He riz up 'nd said:
 Could n't say when
 He'd fully decide to
 Try it again
 But then.