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# Ben King's Verse/If I Should Die

If I should die to-night And you should come to my cold corpse and say,
Weeping and heartsick o'er my lifeless clay--  If I should die tonight, And you should come in deepest grief and woe-- And say: "Here's that ten dollars that I owe,"  I might arise in my large white cravat  And say, "What's that?"
 If I should die to-night And you should come to my cold corpse and kneel, Clasping my bier to show the grief you feel,  I say, if I should die to-night And you should come to me, and there and then Just even hint 'bout payin' me that ten,  I might arise the while,  But I'd drop dead again.
# Ben King's Verse/I Fed the Fishes

One day a big excursion sailed afar out in the  lake, All bent upon an outing with their sandwiches and  cake. They sought the upper deck until the wind began to  blow, When all engaged in different things as every one  must know;  While I fed the fishes,  I fed the fishes, I fed the fishes clear to Old St. Joe.
Good Captain Stines went up on deck to cast his  weather eye; A woman sadly, badly prayed, "Oh, Father, let me  die!" The cabin-boys ran back and forth in staterooms all  around, While voices shrieked: "Oh, mercy--oop! Oh--  oop! wish I were drowned."  But I fed the fishes,  I gave them my best wishes, I fed the fishes clear to Old St. Joe.
The pilot boldly held the wheel as through the waves  we sped, While Purser Hancock ran abaft to hold some woman's  head; One fellow sat him down and sand: "Good-bye,  sweetheart, good-bye;" Most every one seemed occupied, and, sad to say,  then I--  I fed the fishes,  I fed the fishes, I fed the fishes clear to Old St. Joe.
The "Chicora" rose up in the air and then came  down "kersock;" She wibble-wobbled in the sea and once she struck a  rock; The purser wore a pallid look, the women all turned  pale, While calmly I sat out on deck and hung over the rail;  For I fed the fishes,  I gave them my best wishes, I fed the fishes clear to Old St. Joe.
Some tried to eat their sandwiches, some staggered,  reeled and laughed, While others went below to smile, and there the  brown ale quaffed. The steward, Richard Waters, rushed about with  whisky slings; Most every one seemed occupied, and all did different  things,  But I fed the fishes,  I fed the fishes, I fed the fishes clear to Old St. Joe.
# Ben King's Verse/If I Can Be By Her

I d-d-don't c-c-c-are how the r-r-r-obin sings, Er how the r-r-r-ooster f-f-flaps his wings, Er whether 't sh-sh-shines, er whether 't pours, Er how high up the eagle s-s-soars,  If I can b-b-b-be by her.
I don't care if the p-p-p-people s-say, 'At I'm weak-minded every-w-way, An' n-n-never had no cuh-common sense, I'd c-c-c-cuh-climb the highest p-picket fence  If I could b-b-b-be by her. If I can be by h-h-her, I'll s-s-swim The r-r-r-est of life thro' th-th-thick an' thin; I'll throw my overcoat away, An' s-s-s-stand out on the c-c-c-oldest day,  If I can b-b-b-be by her.
You s-s-see sh-sh-she weighs an awful pile, B-b-b-but I d-d-d-don't care--sh-she's just my style, An' any f-f-fool could p-p-p-lainly see She'd look well b-b-b-by the side of me,  If I could b-b-b-be by her.
I b-b-braced right up, and had the s-s-s-and To ask 'er f-f-f-father f-f-fer 'er hand; He said: "Wh-wh-what p-p-prospects have you  got?" I said: "I gu-gu-guess I've got a lot,  If I can b-b-b-be by her."
It's all arranged f-f-fer Christmas Day, Fer then we're goin' to r-r-r-run away, An' then s-s-some th-th-thing that cu-cu-couldn't be At all b-b-efore will then, you s-s-see,  B-b-b-because I'll b-b-b-be by her.
# Ben King's Verse/Jane Jones

Jane Jones keeps talkin' to me all the time, An' says you must make it a rule To study your lessons 'nd work hard 'nd learn, An' never be absent from school. Remember the story of Elihu Burritt, An' how he clum up to the top, Got all the knowledge 'at he ever had Down in a blacksmithing shop? Jane Jones she honestly said it was so!  Mebbe he did--  I dunno! O' course what's a-keepin' me 'way from the top, Is not never havin' no blacksmithing shop.
She said 'at Ben Franklin was awfully poor, But full of ambition an' brains; An' studied philosophy all his hull life, An' see what he got for his pains! He brought electricity out of the sky, With a kite an' a bottle an' key, An' we're owing him more'n any one else For all the bright lights 'at we see. Jane Jones she honestly said it was so!  Mebbe he did--  I dunno! O' course what's allers been hinderin' me Is not havin' any kite, lightning, er key.
Jane Jones said Abe Lincoln had no books at all An' used to split rails when a boy; An' General Grant was a tanner by trade An' lived way out in Ill'nois. So when the great war in the South first broke out He stood on the side o' the right, An' when Lincoln called him to take charge o' things, He won nearly every blamed fight. Jane Jones she honestly said it was so!  Mebbe he did--  I dunno! Still I ain't to blame, not by a big sight, For I ain't never had any battles to fight.
She said 'at Columbus was out at the knees When he first thought up his big scheme, An' told all the Spaniards 'nd Italians, too, An' all of 'em said 'twas a dream. But Queen Isabella jest listened to him, 'Nd pawned all her jewels o worth, 'Nd bought him the Santa Maria 'nd said, "Go hunt up the rest o' the earth!" Jane Jones she honestly said it was so!  Mebbe he did--  I dunno! O' course that may be, but then you must allow They ain't no land to discover jest now!
# Ben King's Verse/How Hank Died

"Mother, the shadows are gatherin' in, Shadows o' sunshine and shadows o' sin, Shadows o' sorrow and shadows o' gloom, All of 'em gatherin' now in my room. See over there near the mantel-place wall Is the darkest shadow. What's that--a call? Oh, let in the light, keep that shadow away, The one with the sickle that cuts to-day, And far over there in the sunlands' West I'll work in the pastur' after I rest.
"Oh, to get out o' this valley o' sin Up in the cool o' the hillside agin! Where are the boys? All away? Where's M'liss? Who's holdin' my hand, an' whose arm is this? Oh, here comes the shadow that beckons--what pain! It must not come near me! Hear that? That rain On the windows? See, down by the foot-board, where The curtain moves! A shadow is there, Comin' on tiptoe! It's after the light. Oh, don't give it welcome, that shadow of night!
"Don't leave me waitin' here now in the dark The shadows are entering. What--music? Hark! Can that be the soft winds of summer that send Their sighs o'er the fields for the loss of a friend? So cold? I am getting so cold, so cold. Oh, why are the shadows so bold, so bold? Here comes the grim shadow, the shadow of Death; The cavern-eyed shadow that asks for my breath."  * * * * * "Good-bye," said the toiler; "good-bye every one." Then somebody whispered: "The reaper is done." His head fell back, and down by his side His white hand dropped. That's how Hank died.
# Ben King's Verse/How Often

They stood on the bridge at midnight,  In a park not far from town; They stood on the bridge at midnight  Because they didn't sit down.
The moon rose o'er the city  Behind the dark church spire; The moon rose o'er the city  And kept on rising higher.
How often, oh! how often  They whispered words so soft; How often, oh! how often,  How often, oh! how oft.
# Ben King's Verse/I'm a Bluejay

I'm a bluejay, 'nd never mind 'F my toe does stick out behind.  When I ketch on a limb  I'm there for keeps--  'Lesn I let go. Of course I must eat.  Sometimes, you know,  I have to jes' let go  O' that hind toe.
I'm a dead sure thing in spring. As soon's the weather's kind o' warm  You'll notice me on a fence.  I feel immense  In my blue suit. The woods can ketch my chirp;  You hear my toot From then out 'f you don't shoot  At my blue suit.
I put ripe cherries in my face, Same place I wedge all the bugs;  An' don't you ever think  'At I'm no good  An' sponge my way. Do I? I guess I'll fool yuh,  I eat yer durn "circulia."  I guess I work my way  'F I am a jay.
# Ben King's Verse/If My Wife Taught School

If I had a wife 'at taught school I would go To far-away countries. I'd fish from the Po In a gondola gay, and the splash o' my oar Would be heard by the natives around Singapore  If my wife taught school,  I would, wouldn't you?  Er wouldn't yuh?  Enny way, what would you do?
If I had a wife 'at taught school I would get Something fine in the shape of a furniture set; If I could pay my board and she could pay hern, There's a good many nice little things I could earn.  If my wife taught school,  I would, wouldn't you?  Er wouldn't yuh?  Enny way, what would you do?
If my wife taught school you can bet I would fly Like a condor, I'd roost pretty middlin' high; I'd wear a silk tile and own hosses, I vow, And do lots of things I ain't doin' now.  If my wife taught school,  I would, wouldn't you?  Er wouldn't yuh?  Enny way, what would you do?
If my wife taught school like some women do, And I couldn't earn quite enough for us two, I'd go in the barnyard, without any fuss, I would blow out my brains with a big blunderbuss.  If my wife taught school,  I would, wouldn't you?  Er wouldn't yuh?  Enny way, what would you do?
# Ben King's Verse/Introduction

So Far as we know, this young man, now so suddenly dead, was the drollest mimic and gentlest humorist of our region. He existed as the welcome and mirthful shadow of conventional and tiresome things.
He began as the expositor of " The Maiden's Prayer" on the piano, where each accented note was flat or sharp, and the music flowed rapidly, or over great difficulties, as the score might determine. He arose, and looking half-witted, recited with unapproachable modesty the stammering delight which he would feel "if he could be by Her!" He frosled his hair and became Paderewski, who forthwith fell upon the piano tooth and nail, tore up the track, derailed the symphony, went down stairs and shook the furnace, fainted at the pedals, and was carried out rigid by supers--the greatest pianist of any age. He wrote "If I Should Die To-night"--a parody that was accepted as the true original, the sun, the center of the great If-I-should-die-to-night system of thought and poetry. He wrote the poet's lament--that there was nothing to eat but food, and nowhere to come but off. The artists of the newspaper world generously sprang to his side; they placed him pictorially before the people, and determined, with almost prophetic spirit, that our small circle should not alone dwell with undiminishing laughter upon the gambols of Ben King. He was coldly, then not coldly, then warmly received by the church fairs, the clubs, and the Elks, where he got a supper--if any were left. At last he charged a small sum for appearing publicly, and this sum was rapidly enlarging and his fortune was in sight, when the hotel porter found him dead in his room at Bowling Green, Kentucky.
During the years we knew him, he never spoke to us in a disparaging way concerning any other person, and unless Paderewski's comb was ruffled by Ben's exhibition of hair and haste in piano-playing, no parody, or perk, or prank of Ben King ever depended for its success upon the wounding of another creature's feelings.
We all accounted him a genius, and while we could not guess what he would do next, we awaited his performances with complacence, laughing as if we owned him and had ourselves ordered his latest jeu d'esprit. We deplored the untimely moment of his end; we held beautiful, solemn and impressive memorial services over his body, with music by the sweet singers whom he had loved when he was alive, and touching words by ministers of the gospel; we buried him affectionately, as one who could least be spared from our circle; and as we were the witnesses of what he did, we now charge ourselves to be the testimonies of his rare talents.
John McGovern.
# Ben King's Verse/Her Folks An' Hiz'n

He maird her 'cause she had money an' some
Property left from 'er husband's income; But both of the families was awfully stirred, An' said the worst things 'at the town ever heard.  En her folks an' hiz'n,  Er hiz'n an' her'n,  Never spoke to each other,  From what I can learn.
His folks begun it an' jest said 'at she Was the worst actin' thing they ever did see; An' out to be ashamed fer bein' so bold, 'Cause her husband he hadn't had time to get cold.  En her folks an' hiz'n,  Er hiz'n an' her'n,  Never spoke to each other,  From what I can learn.
Her folks they all set up 'at he was no good, An' if 'twasn't for her--well, he'd have to saw wood. Then all of her kin, every blased relation, Said she'd lowered herself in their estimation.  So her folks an' hiz'n,  Er hiz'n an' her'n,  Never spoke to each other,  From what I can learn.
The sisters they told--this is 'tween you and I-- 'At they thought she wanted her husband to die: An' they whispered around--but don't you lisp a  word-- The awfulest things that a soul ever heard.  So her folks an' hiz'n,  Er hiz'n an' her'n,  Never spoke to each other,  From what I can learn.
They said that a travelin' man er a drummer, Who stopped at the hotel a long time last summer, That he--no it wasn't that now--let me see-- That she--er something like that, seems to me.  Well, her folks an' hiz'n,  Er hiz'n an' her'n,  Never spoke to each other,  From what I can learn.
I hear 'at the families keep up the old fight, A-roastin' each other from mornin' till night; But the young maird couple they've moved to the city, Where gossip don't go; but I think it a pity  That her folks an' hiz'n,  An' hiz'n an' her'n,  Never spoke to each other,  From what I can learn.
# Bitter, indeed, the waters are

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The Bitter waters by John Newton
    Bitter, indeed, the waters are.
    Which in this desert flow;
    Though to the eye they promise fair,
    They taste of sin and woe.
    Of pleasing draughts I once could dream,
    But now, awake, l find,
    That sin has poisoned every stream,
    And left a curse behind.
    But there's a wonder-working wood,
    I've heard believers say,
    Can make these bitter waters good,
    And take the curse away.
    The virtues of this healing tree
    Are known and prized by few;
    Reveal this secret, Lord, to me,
    That I may prize it too.
    The cross on which the Savior died,
    And conquered for his saints;
    This is the tree, by faith applied,
    Which sweetens all complaints.
    Thousands have found the blest effect,
    Nor longer mourn their lot;
    While on his sorrows they reflect,
    Their own are all forgot.
    When they, by faith, behold the cross,
    Though many griefs they meet;
    They draw again from every loss,
    And find the bitter sweet.
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# Bitter v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
389 U.S. 15
Bitter v. United States
Ray T. McCann, for petitioner.
Solicitor General Marshall, Assistant Attorney General Vinson, Beatrice Rosenberg and Kirby W. Patterson, for the United States.
PER CURIAM.

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# Bivens v. Six Unknown Named Agents of Federal Bureau of Narcotics

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Bivens v. Six Unknown Named Agents, 403 U.S. 388 (1971), was a case in which the United States Supreme Court ruled that an implied cause of action existed for an individual whose Fourth Amendment freedom from unreasonable search and seizures had been violated by federal agents. The victim of such a deprivation could sue for the violation of the Amendment itself, despite the lack of any federal statute authorizing such a suit. The existence of a remedy for the violation was implied from the importance of the right violated.

## Concurring Opinion

    Harlan

## Dissenting Opinions

    Burger
    Black
    Blackmun
United States Supreme Court
403 U.S. 388
Bivens v. Six Unknown Named Agents of Federal Bureau of Narcotics
Certiorari to the United States Court of Appeals for the Second Circuit
No. 301. Argued: January 12, 1971 --- Decided: June 21, 1971
Petitioner's complaint alleged that respondent agents of the Federal Bureau of Narcotics, acting under color of federal authority, made a warrantless entry of his apartment, searched the apartment, and arrested him on narcotics charges. All of the acts were alleged to have been done without probable cause. Petitioner's suit to recover damages from the agents was dismissed by the District Court on the alternative grounds (1) that it failed to state a federal cause of action and (2) that respondents were immune from suit by virtue of their official position. The Court of Appeals affirmed on the first ground alone.
Held:
    1. Petitioner's complaint states a federal cause of action under the Fourth Amendment for which damages are recoverable upon proof of injuries resulting from the federal agents' violation of that Amendment. Pp. 390-397.
    2. The Court does not reach the immunity question, which was not passed on by the Court of Appeals. Pp. 397-398.
409 F. 2d 718, reversed and remanded.
BRENNAN, J., delivered the opinion of the Court, in which DOUGLAS, STEWART, WHITE, and MARSHALL, JJ., joined. HARLAN, J., filed an opinion concurring in the judgment, post, p. 398. BURGER, C.J., post, p. 411, BLACK, J., post, p. 427, and BLACKMUN, J., post, p. 430, filed dissenting opinions.
Stephen A. Grant argued the cause and filed a brief for petitioner.
Jerome Feit argued the cause for respondents. On the brief were Solicitor General Griswold, Assistant Attorney General Ruckelshaus, and Robert V. Zener.
Melvin L. Wulf filed a brief for the American Civil Liberties Union as amicus curiae urging reversal.

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# Binns v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
194 U.S. 486
Binns v. United States
Argued: April 6, 1904. --- Decided: May 31, 1904
Section 460 of title II. of the Alaska Penal Code (act of March 3, 1899, 30 Stat. at L. 1253, 1337, chap. 429), as amended by the act of June 6, 1900, entitled 'An Act Making Further Provision for a Civil Government for Alaska, and for Other Purposes' (31 Stat. at L. 321, 330, chap. 786), reads 'that any person or persons, corporation or company prosecuting or attempting to prosecute any of the following lines of business within the district of Alaska shall first apply for and obtain license so to do from a district court or a subdivision thereof in said district, and pay for said license for the respective lines of business and trade, as follows, to wit: . . . Transfer companies, fifty dollars per annum.'
Section 461 provides: 'That any person, corporation, or company doing or attempting to do business in violation of the provisions of the foregoing section, or without having first paid the license therein required, shall be deemed guilty of a misdemeanor,' etc.
Section 463: 'That the licenses provided for in this act shall be issued by the clerk of the district court or any subdivision thereof . . . duly made and entered: . . . Provided, That . . . all moneys received for licenses by him . . . under this act shall, except as otherwise provided by law, be covered into the Treasury of the United States, under such rules and regulations as the Secretary of the Treasury may prescribe.'
Under this statute, plaintiff in error was prosecuted and convicted in the district court for the district of Alaska, second division. This conviction has been brought to this court on writ of error, and the question presented is whether the statute is in conflict with § 8 of article 1 of the Constitution of the United States, which reads: 'The Congress shall have power to lay and collect taxes, duties, imposts, and excises, to pay the debts, and provide for the common defense and general welfare of the United States; but all duties, imposts, and excises shall be uniform throughout the United States.' Messrs. J. C. Campbell and W. H. Metson for plaintiff in error.
Assistant Attorney General Purdy for defendant in error.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 488-490 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice Brewer delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Bioaerosol Sampling (Indoor Air) (0800)

* Samplers:
** Andersen 2-stage cascade impactor, or equivalent, for fungi and mesophilic bacteria.
** Andersen N-6 single-stage sampler, or equivalent, for thermophilic actinomycetes.
* Sampling media, in plates prepared according to sampler manufacturer’s recommendations:
** Malt extract agar (MEA) for fungi.
** Trypticase soy agar (TSA) for mesophilic bacteria and thermophilic actinomycetes. NOTE: Other media may be used, if appropriate, e.g., dichloran glycerol agar (DG18) for xerophilic molds, R2A agar for heterotrophic bacteria, and rose bengal agar for slowgrowing fungi such as Stachybotrys.
* Sampling pump capable of meeting sampler manufacturer’s flow specification (e.g., 28.3 L/min), with flexible connecting tubing.
* Cotton gauze pad, e.g., 4″ × 4″.
* Rubbing alcohol, 70% isopropanol.
* Refrigerant packs, if necessary for keeping samples cool during shipment. NOTE: Keep samples cool, but protect from freezing.
* Select at least three sites, one each to represent complaint area, a noncomplaint area (otherwise as similar as possible to complaint area), and outdoors.
* In turn at each site, sample simultaneously for fungi, mesophilic bacteria, and thermophilic actinomycetes. Typical sampling time is ten minutes. Before moving to the next site, repeat twice to obtain triplicate, consecutive samples.
* Load and immediately unload one set of sampling media in each sampler to serve as field blanks.
* Collect another complete set of samples and blanks on the next day.
* Calibrate each sampling pump with a representative sampler in line.
* Before each run, carefully and thoroughly wipe each sampler stage with rubbing alcohol. Allow to dry. Make sure air passages are not blocked.
* Load sampling media into sampler, remove covers from media, and attach sampler to pump with flexible tubing. NOTE: Take special care to prevent contamination of media during loading and unloading. Do not touch agar surface.
* Sample at known preset flow for an accurately known time, e.g., 10 min. (In heavily contaminated areas, a shorter sampling time may be necessary.)
* Replace covers on sampling media, unload, and pack securely for shipment (plates should be media side up).
# California Legal Record

California Legal Record is a periodical, published from 1878 to 1879. It is a continuation of the San Francisco Law Journal.
For further commentary on this periodical, see Henke's California Law Guide, p 186.
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# Blake v. McClung (172 U.S. 239)

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## Dissenting Opinion

    Brewer
United States Supreme Court
172 U.S. 239
Blake v. McClung
Heber J. May and Tulley R. Cornick, for plaintiffs in error.
Henry H. Ingersoll, John W. Green, and Charles Seymour, for defendants in error.
Mr. Justice HARLAN delivered the opinion of the court.

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