text:
Sammy Jay Proves That He Is Not All Bad
S AMMY JAY hadn't had so much fun for a long time as he found in watching the funny little school in Farmer Brown's old orchard, where Johnny Chuck was teaching his three baby Chucks the things that every little Chuck must learn, if he would grow up into a big Chuck. When they had learned to mind without waiting to ask why, and had learned the signals which told them just what to do when danger was near, Johnny began to lead them farther and farther away from home.
He took them up along the old stone wall and showed them how to find safe hiding-places among the stones. Then he took them off a little way and suddenly gave the danger signal. It was funny, very funny indeed to see the three little Chucks scamper for the old stone wall and crawl out of sight.
The first time, two of them tried to squeeze into the same hole together, and each was in such a hurry that he wouldn't let the other go first. Then both lost their tempers and they began to fight about it, quite forgetting that if there was really any danger near, they surely would come to harm. Such a scolding as Johnny Chuck did give those two little Chucks! Then he made them try it all over again.
Once he found a foot print which Reddy Fox had made in some soft earth during the night, and made each little Chuck smell of it, while he told them all about Reddy and old Granny Fox and how smart and sly they were and how very, very fond they were of tender young Chucks for dinner.
The three little Chucks shivered when they smelled of Reddy's track, and the hair along their backs stood up in a way that was very funny to see.
Then Johnny Chuck took them over to the edge of the old orchard, where they could peep out over the Green Meadows. He pointed out old Whitetail the Marshhawk, sailing back and forth over the meadows, and told them how once, when he was a little Chuck and had run away from home, old Whitetail had nearly caught him. He told them about Farmer Brown's boy and about Bowser the Hound and a great many other things that little Chucks should learn about.
Now all the time that Johnny Chuck was teaching these things, he was keeping the sharpest kind of a watch for danger, and there were many times when he would give the danger signal. Then they would all lie flat down in the grass and keep perfectly still, or else scamper as fast as they could along the little paths which Johnny had made, to the safety of the snug home under the old apple-tree. But even the most watchful are surprised sometimes.
One morning, when Johnny Chuck had led the three little Chucks farther from home than usual, Farmer Brown's boy took it into his head to visit the old orchard. Johnny Chuck did not see him coming. You see, the orchard grass had grown so tall that even when he sat up his very straightest, Johnny could not always see over the top of it. So this morning he failed to see Farmer Brown's boy coming.
But Sammy Jay, sitting in his snug hiding-place in the top of one of the old apple-trees, saw him. At first Sammy Jay's sharp eyes twinkled. There would be some fun now! Perhaps Farmer Brown's boy would catch one of the little Chucks! Sammy Jay could picture to himself the fright of Johnny Chuck and the three little Chucks. He fairly hugged himself in delight, for you know Sammy Jay dearly loves to see other people in trouble.
Then he thought of all the fun he had had watching those three little Chucks learn their lessons, and suddenly the thought of anything happening to them made Sammy Jay feel uncomfortable. Almost without stopping to think, he screamed at the top of his lungs:
"Run, Johnny Chuck, run! Here comes Farmer Brown's boy!"
And Johnny Chuck ran. He didn't wait to ask questions or even to look. He started the three little Chucks ahead of him, and he nipped their heels to make them run faster. And just in time they reached the snug house under the old apple-tree in the far corner.
Farmer Brown's boy was just in time to see them disappear. He watched Sammy Jay flying over to the Green Forest and screaming "Thief! thief!" as he flew.
"I wonder now if that jay warned those chucks purposely," said he, as he scratched his head thoughtfully.
If Peter Rabbit had been there, he could have told him that Sammy Jay did, for he knows all about Sammy Jay and his tricks. But Peter wasn't there. The fact is, Peter was very busy doing the most foolish of all the foolish things he has ever done—trying to change his name. You may read all about it in The Adventures of Peter Cottontail. You see it takes a whole book to tell all about Peter and his doings.
A Cherry
As I went through the garden gap,
Who should I meet but Dick Red-cap!
A stick in his hand, a stone in his throat,—
If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a groat.
The Day They Got Their Skates
O NE morning, when Kit and Kat ran out early to feed their ducklings, the frost nipped their noses and ears.
"It's getting colder every day. Very soon winter will come," Kat said.
They ran down to the canal. The old goose and the gander and the goslings—now half grown—were standing on the bank, looking unhappy: there was a thin sheet of ice all over the canal, and they could not go swimming.
Kit took a stick and broke the ice. Thin sheets of it, like pieces of broken glass, were soon floating about; and the old goose, the gander, and all the goslings went down the bank in a procession into the water.
They swam about among the pieces of ice for a while, but it was so cold that they soon came up on the bank into the sun again and wiggled their tails to shake out the water. Then they all sat down in the sun to get their feet warm.
Kit and Kat ran up and down the road and played tag until their cheeks were red and they were warm as toast. Then they ran into Vrouw Vedder's warm kitchen.
The kettle was singing on the fire, and there was a smell of coffee in the air. Vrouw Vedder gave the Twins some in a large cup. She put in a good deal of milk and gave them each a piece of sugar to sweeten it with.
"Is it Sunday?" asked Kat. On Sundays they sometimes had coffee. On other days they had milk.
"No," said Vrouw Vedder; "but it is cold, and I thought a cup of coffee would warm us all up."
While they were drinking their coffee, Kit and Kat talked about the ice, and what fun they would have with their sleds on the canals when winter came.
"I tell you what it is, Kat," said Kit; "I think we're big enough to have skates. Hans Hite isn't much bigger than I am, and he had skates last winter. I mean to ask Father this very day."
"Yah," said Kat—that is the way Dutch Twins always say yes—"Yah, and let us be very good and help mother all we can. I think maybe they will give skates to good Twins quite soon, even if we aren't very big yet—not big enough to be called Christopher and Katrina."
Vrouw Vedder was heating water and getting out her scrubbing brushes, so Kit and Kat knew that she was going to clean something.
"What are you going to scrub to-day, Mother?" asked Kit.
"I'm going to scrub the stable," said Vrouw Vedder. "It is getting too cold for the cows to stay all night in the pastures. Father means to bring Mevrouw Holstein in to-night, and I want her stable to be nice and clean for her."
"We'll help you," said Kit and Kat very politely.
"Good children!" their mother said. "You may carry the brushes." So they opened a door beside the fireplace, and walked right into the stable.
The stable was really a part of the house. There were two stalls in the stable. Vrouw Vedder took her pails of water and her brushes and began to scrub. She scrubbed the walls, and the sides of the stalls, and the floor. The Twins scrubbed, too, until they were tired; and the stable was so clean, you would have liked to live there yourself.
"Let's play out here," said Kat. "Let's play house."
"All right," said Kit. "I'll be the father, and you be the mother."
"But who will be Twins?" said Kat.
"Let's get the ducklings," said Kit.
"They can be Twins, of course," said Kat. "They are, anyway."
So Kit ran out and brought in the ducklings. They were so tame they always ran to Kit and Kat, when they saw them coming. They were almost ducks now, they had grown so big.
"Let's give the Twins their dinner," said Kat. So she got some grain, and they both sat down on a little box and held the ducks in their laps and fed them from their hands. The ducks ate greedily.
"You have very bad manners," said Kat. "You will get your clothes all dirty." She took two rags and tied them around the ducks' necks for bibs. The ducks did not like bibs. They quacked.
"Now don't say anything like that," said Kat. "You must do just as you are told and not spill your food."
Then Kit got some water and a spoon and gave the Twins a drink, but they did not like the drink either.
"Now we must put them to sleep," said Kat. They rocked the ducks in their arms, but the ducks squawked dreadfully.
"What bad children to cry so!" said Kit. "You can have both the Twins"; and he gave his duck to Kat.
"You fix a bed for them," said Kat. So Kit turned up the box they had been sitting on, and put some hay in it; and they put the ducks in on the hay.
Pretty soon the ducks went to sleep. Kit and Kat ran away to play out of doors and forgot all about them.
They didn't think about them again until Father Vedder came home at night with Mevrouw Holstein. When he put the cow into the stall, he stumbled over the box. It was rather dark in the stable.
"Quack, quack!" said the ducks.
Kit and Kat were helping Father put the cow into the stall and get some hay for her. When the ducks quacked, Father Vedder said,
"What in the world is this?"
"Oh, our Twins! our Twins!" cried Kit and Kat. "Don't let Mevrouw Holstein step on the Twins!"
Father Vedder pulled out the box. Kit and Kat each took a duck and carried it out to the poultry house.
"Twins are a great care," said Kit and Kat.
"Now is the time to ask," whispered Kat to Kit, that night, when Father Vedder had finished his supper and was lighting his pipe. "You must ask very politely,—just the very politest way you can."
They went and stood before their father. They put their feet together. Kit made a bow, and Kat bobbed a curtsy.
"Dear parent," said Kit.
"That's a good start," whispered Kat. "Go on."
"Well, well, what now?" said Father Vedder.
"Dear parent, Kat and I are quite big now. I think we must be nearly four feet and a half high. Don't you think we are big enough to have skates this winter?"
"So that's it!" said Father Vedder. Then he smoked his pipe again.
"There was ice on the canal this morning," said Kat.
"So you think you are big enough to skate, do you?" said Father Vedder, at last. Mother Vedder was clearing away the supper. "What do you think about it, Mother?" said Father Vedder.
"They have been very good children," said the Vrouw. "There are the skates you and I had when we were children. We might try them on and see if they are big enough to wear them. They are in the bag hanging back of the press."
Kit and Kat almost screamed with joy.
"Our feet are quite large. I'm sure we can wear them," they said.
Father Vedder got the bag down and took out two pairs of skates. They had long curling ends on the runners. The Twins sat down on the floor. Father Vedder tried on the skates.
"They are still pretty large; but you will grow," he told the Twins. "You may have them if you will be very careful and not let them get rusty. By and by we will teach you to skate."
The Twins practiced standing in the skates on the kitchen floor; and, when bedtime came, they took the skates to bed with them.
"O Kit," said Kat, "I never supposed we'd get them so soon. Did you?"
"Well," said Kit, "you see, we're pretty big and very good. That makes a difference."
"It's very nice to be good when people notice it, isn't it?" said Kat.
"Yah," said Kit. "I'm going to be good now right along, all the time; for very soon St. Nicholas will come, and he leaves only a rod in the shoes of bad children. And if you've been bad, you have to tell him about it."
"Oh! Oh!" said Kat. "I'm going to be good all the time too. I'm going to be good until after the feast of St. Nicholas, anyway."
The Man in the Moon
The Pancake
O NCE on a time there was a woman who had seven hungry children, and she was frying a pancake for them. It was a sweet milk pancake, and there it lay in the pan, bubbling and frizzling so thick and good, it was a delight to look at it. And the children stood round about, and the old father sat by and looked on.
"Oh, give me a bit of pancake, mother, dear, I am so hungry," said one child.
"Oh, darling mother," said the second.
"Oh, darling, good mother," said the third.
"Oh, darling, good, sweet mother," said the fourth.
"Oh, darling, pretty, good, sweet mother," said the fifth.
"Oh, darling, pretty, good, sweet, clever mother," said the sixth.
"Oh, darling, pretty, good, sweet, clever, kindest little mother," said the seventh.
So they begged for the pancake all around, the one more prettily than the other, for they were so hungry and so good.
"Yes, yes, children, only bide a bit till it turns itself"—she ought to have said, 'till I can get it turned,'—"and then you shall have some lovely sweet milk pancake. Only look how fat and happy it lies there."
When the pancake heard all this it became afraid, and in a trice it turned itself and tried to jump out of the pan, but it fell back into it again, the other side up. When it had been fried a little on the other side too, till it got firm and stiff, it jumped out of the pan to the floor and rolled off like a wheel through the door and down the hill.
"Holloa! Stop, pancake!" and away ran the mother after it, with the frying pan in one hand and the ladle in the other, as fast as she could, and all the children behind her, while the old father on crutches limped after them last of all.
"Hi! Won't you stop? Catch it! Stop, pancake!" they all screamed out, one after another, and tried to catch it on the run and hold it. But the pancake rolled on and on, and in a twinkling of an eye it was so far ahead that they couldn't see it.
So when it had rolled awhile it met a man.
"Good-day, pancake," said the man.
"Good-day, Manny Panny!" said the pancake.
"Dear pancake," said the man, "don't roll so fast; stop a little and let me eat you."
"No, no; I have run away from the mother, and the father, and seven hungry children. I'll run away from you, Manny Panny," said the pancake, and it rolled and rolled till it met a hen.
"Good-day, pancake," said the hen.
"The same to you, Henny Penny," said the pancake.
"Pancake, dear, don't roll so fast. Bide a bit and let me eat you up," said the hen.
"No, no; I have run away from the mother, and the father, and seven hungry children, and Manny Panny. I'll run away from you, too, Henny Penny," said the pancake, and it rolled on like a wheel down the road.
Just then it met a cock.
"Good-day, pancake," said the cock.
"The same to you, Cocky Locky," said the pancake.
"Pancake, dear, don't roll so fast, but bide a bit and let me eat you up."
"No, no; I have run away from the mother, and the father, seven hungry children, Manny Panny, and Henny Penny. I'll run away from you too, Cocky Locky," said the pancake, and it rolled and rolled as fast as it could. Bye and bye it met a duck.
"Good-day, pancake," said the duck.
"The same to you, Ducky Lucky."
"Pancake, dear, don't roll away so fast; bide a bit and let me eat you up."
"No, no; I have run away from the mother, and the father, and seven hungry children, Manny Panny, Henny Penny, and Cocky Locky. I'll run away from you, too, Ducky Lucky," said the pancake, and with that it took to rolling and rolling faster than ever; and when it had rolled a long, long while, it met a goose.
"Good-day, pancake," said the goose.
"The same to you, Goosey Poosey."
"Pancake, dear, don't roll so fast; bide a bit and let me eat you up."
"No, no; I have run away from the mother, the father, seven hungry children, Manny Panny, Henny Penny, Cocky Locky, and Ducky Lucky. I'll run away from you, too, Goosey Poosey," said the pancake, and off it rolled.
So when it had rolled a long way off, it met a gander.
"Good-day, pancake," said the gander.
"The same to you, Gander Pander," said the pancake.
"Pancake, dear, don't roll so fast; bide a bit and let me have a bite."
"No, no; I've run away from the mother, the father, seven hungry children, Manny Panny, Henny Penny, Cocky Locky, Ducky Lucky, and Goosey Poosey. I'll run away from you, too, Gander Pander," said the pancake, and it rolled and rolled as fast as ever.
So when it had rolled a long, long time, it met a pig.
"Good-day, pancake," said the pig.
"The same to you, Piggy Wiggy," said the pancake, and without a word more it began to roll and roll for dear life.
"Nay, nay," said the pig, "you needn't be in such a hurry; we two can go side by side through the wood; they say it is not too safe in there."
The pancake thought there might be something in that, and so they kept company. But when they had gone a while, they came to a brook. As for Piggy, he was so fat he could swim across. It was nothing for him, but the poor pancake could not get over.
"Seat yourself on my snout," said the pig, "and I'll carry you over."
So the pancake did that.
"Ouf, ouf," said the pig, and swallowed the pancake at one gulp, and then, as the poor pancake could go no farther, why—this story can go no farther either.
The Lost Shoe
Doodle doodle doo,
The Princess lost her shoe:
Her Highness hopped,—
The fiddler stopped,
Not knowing what to do.
A Mild Day in Winter
I T had been a cold and windy winter. Day after day the storm-clouds had piled up in the northwest and spread slowly over the sky, dropping great ragged flakes of snow down to the shivering earth. Then the forest trees were clothed in fleecy white garments, and the branches of the evergreens drooped under their heavy cloak.
Then there had been other days, when a strong wind stripped the trees of their covering, and brought with it thousands of small, hard flakes. These flakes were drier than the ragged ones had been, and did not cling so lovingly to everything they touched. They would rather frolic on the ground, rising again and again from their resting-places to dance around with the wind, and help make great drifts and overhanging ledges of snow in the edge of the Forest, where there was more open ground.
It is true that not all the winter had been cold and stormy. There were times when the drifts melted slowly into the earth, and the grass, which last summer had been so tender and green, showed brown and matted on the ground. Still the Great Horned Owl and his wife could not find enough to eat. "We do not mean to complain," said he with dignity, as he scratched one ear with his feathered right foot, "but neither of us has had a meal hearty enough for a healthy Robin, since the first heavy snow came."
This was when he was talking to his cousin, the Screech Owl. "Hearty enough for a Robin!" exclaimed Mrs. Great Horned Owl. "I should say we hadn't. I don't think I have had enough for a Goldfinch, and that is pretty hard for a bird of my size. I am so thin that my feathers feel loose."
"Have you been so hungry that you dreamed about food?" asked the Screech Owl.
"N-no, I can't say that I have," said the Great Horned Owl, while his wife shook her head solemnly.
"Ah, that is dreadful," said the Screech Owl. "I have done that several times. Only yesterday, while I lay in my nest-hollow, I dreamed that I was hunting. There was food everywhere, but just as I flew down to eat, it turned into pieces of ice. When I awakened I was almost starved and so cold that my beak chattered."
It was only a few days after the Screech Owl's call upon his cousins that he awakened one night to find the weather milder, and the ground covered with only a thin coating of soft snow. The beautiful round moon was shining down upon him, and in the western sky the clouds were still red from the rays of the setting sun.
Somewhere, far beyond the fields and forests of this part of the world, day-birds were beginning to stir, and thousands of downy heads were drawn from under sheltering wings, while in the barnyards the Cocks were calling their welcome to the sun. But the Screech Owl did not think of this. He aroused his wife and they went hunting. When they came back they did not dream about food. They had eaten all that they could, and the Great Horned Owl and his wife had made a meal hearty enough for a dozen Robins, and a whole flock of Goldfinches. It was a good thing for the day-birds that this was so, for it is said that sometimes, when food is very scarce, Owls have been known to hunt by daylight.
When morning came and it was the moon's turn to sink out of sight in the west, the Owls went to bed in their hollow trees, and Crows, Blue Jays, Woodpeckers, Chickadees, Grouse, Quail, Squirrels, and Rabbits came out. The Goldfinches were there too, but you would never have known the husbands and fathers of the flock, unless you had seen them before in their winter clothing, which is like that worn by the wives and children. Here, too, were the winter visitors, the Snow Buntings and the Juncos, brimming over with happiness and news of their northern homes. This warm day made them think of the coming springtime, and they were already planning their flight.
"I wish you would stay with us all summer," said a friendly Goldfinch, as he flirted the snow off from a tall brown weed and began to pick out and eat the seeds.
"Stay all summer!" exclaimed a jolly little Snow Bunting. "Why should we want to stay? Perhaps if you would promise to keep the snow and ice we might."
"Why not ask the Goldfinches to come north with us?" suggested a Junco. "That would be much more sensible, for they can stand the cold weather as well as we, but we cannot stand warm days, such as I hear they have in this part of the country after the ice melts."
Then the older people of the group began to talk of the cares of life and many other things which did not interest their children, so the younger ones wandered away from them.
"I say," called a young Junco to a young Snow Bunting, "wouldn't you like to show some of these playmates of ours the countries where we were born?"
"Yes indeed," answered the Snow Bunting. "Wouldn't they open their eyes, though? I'd like to have them see the rocks up there."
"And the animals," said the Junco.
"Yes! Wouldn't they stare at the Bears, though!"
"Humph," said a Blue Jay. "I wouldn't care very much about seeing Bears, would you?" And he turned to a Crow near by.
"No," said the Crow. "I don't think very much of Bears anyway." He said this as though he had seen them all his life, but the Chickadees say that he never saw even a Cub.
"They haven't any big animals here," said the Junco to the Snow Bunting.
"Haven't we, though?" replied the Blue Jay. "Guess you wouldn't say that if you saw the Ground Hog. Would he say that?" he asked, turning to the young Grouse, Quail, Woodpeckers, Goldfinches, Chickadees, Squirrels, and Rabbits who stood around listening.
"No indeed!" they answered, for they wanted their visitors to understand that the Forest was a most wonderful place, and they really thought the Ground Hog very large.
"I don't believe he is as big as a Bear," said the Snow Bunting, with his bill in the air.
"How big is he?" asked the Junco.
Now the Blue Jay was afraid that the birds from the north were getting the better of him, and he felt very sure that they would leave before the Ground Hog had finished his winter sleep, so he did what no honest bird would have even thought of doing. He held his crested head very high and said, "He is bigger than that rock, a great deal bigger."
The Crow looked at the rock and gave a hoarse chuckle, for it was a hundred times larger than the Ground Hog. The Grouse, Quail, Woodpeckers, Goldfinches, Chickadees, Squirrels, and Rabbits looked at each other without saying a word. They knew how the Blue Jay had lied, and it made them ashamed. The Grouse pretended to fix their snow-shoes. They did not want to look at the birds from the north.
The Snow Buntings and Juncos felt that it would not do to talk about Bears to people who had such a great creature as the Ground Hog living among them. "He must be wonderful," they said. "Where does he sleep?"
"In the Bats' cave," answered the Blue Jay, who having told one lie, now had to tell another to cover it up. "He sleeps in the middle and there is just room left around the edges for the Bats."
Now at this very time the Ground Hog was awake in his burrow. He could feel that it was warmer and he wanted room to stretch. He thought it would seem good to have an early spring after such a cold winter, so he decided to take a walk and make the weather, as his grandfather had done. When he came out of his burrow he heard a great chattering and went to see what was the matter. That was how it happened that soon after the Blue Jay had told about the Bats' cave, one wide-awake young Junco saw a reddish-brown animal trotting over the grass toward them. "Who is that?" he cried.
The Grouse, Quail, Woodpeckers, Goldfinches, Chickadees, Squirrels, and Rabbits gave one look. "Oh, there is the Ground Hog!" they cried. Then they remembered and were ashamed again because of what the Blue Jay had said.
"Oh!" said the Snow Buntings and the Juncos. "So that is the Ground Hog! Big as that rock, is he? And you don't think much of Bears?"
The Crow pointed one claw at the Blue Jay. "I never said he was as big as that rock. He is the fellow that said it."
"I don't care," said the Blue Jay; "I was only fooling. I meant to tell you after a while. It's a good joke on you." But he had a sneaky look around the bill as he spoke, and nobody believed him. Before long, he and the Crow were glad enough to get away from the rest and go away together. Yet even then they were not happy, for each began to blame the other, and they had a most dreadful fight.
When the Ground Hog was told about it he said, "What foolishness it is to want to tell the biggest story! My grandfather told us once that a lie was always a lie, and that calling it a joke didn't make it any better. I think he was right."
And the Snow Buntings and Juncos, who are bright and honest, nodded their dainty little heads and said, "Nobody in our own dear north country ever spoke a truer word than that." So they became firm friends of the Ground Hog, even if he were not so large as the rock.
Two Gray Kits
More Mother Stories by Maud Lindsay
A Story of the Children of the Tower
Early one morning Grandmother Grey got up, opened the windows and doors of the farmhouse, and soon everybody on the place was stirring. The cook hurried breakfast, and no sooner was it over than Grandfather Grey went out to the barn and hitched the two horses to the wagon.
"Get up, Robin and Dobbin!" he said, as he drove through the big gate. "If you knew who were coming back in this wagon you would not be stepping so slowly."
The old horses pricked up their ears when they heard this, and trotted away as fast as they could down the country road until they came to town. Just as they got to the railway station the train came whizzing in.
"All off!" cried the conductor, as the train stopped; and out came a group of children who were, every one of them, Grandfather and Grandmother Grey's grandchildren. They had come to spend Thanksgiving Day on the farm.
There was John, who was named for grandfather and looked just like him, and the twins, Teddie and Pat, who looked like nobody but each other. Their papa was grandfather's oldest son. Then there was Louisa, who had a baby sister at home, and then Mary Virginia Martin, who was her mama's only child.
"I tell you," said grandfather, as he helped them into the wagon, "your grandmother will be glad to see you!"
And so she was. She was watching at the window for them when they drove up, and when the children spied her they could scarcely wait for grandfather to stop the wagon before they scrambled out.
She was watching at the window for them.
"Dear me, dear me!" said grandmother, as they all tried to kiss her at the same time, "how you have grown."
"I am in the first grade," said John, hugging her with all his might.
"So am I," cried Louisa.
"We are going to be," chimed in the twins; and then they all talked at once, till grandmother could not hear herself speak.
Then, after they had told her all about their mamas and papas, and homes, and cats and dogs, they wanted to go and say "how do you do" to everything on the place.
"Take care of yourselves," called grandmother, "for I don't want to send any broken bones home to your mothers."
"I can take care of myself," said John.
"So can we," said the rest; and off they ran.
First they went to the kitchen where Mammy 'Ria was getting ready to cook the Thanksgiving dinner; then out to the barnyard, where there were two new red calves, and five little puppies belonging to Juno, the dog, for them to see. Then they climbed the barnyard fence and made haste to the pasture where grandfather kept his woolly sheep. "Baa-a!" said the sheep when they saw the children; but then, they always said that, no matter what happened.
There were cows in this pasture, too, and Mary Virginia was afraid of them, even though she knew that they were the mothers of the calves she had seen in the barnyard.
"Silly Mary Virginia!" said John, and Mary Virginia began to cry.
"Don't cry," said Louisa. "Let's go to the hickorynut tree."
This pleased them all, and they hurried off; but on the way they came to the big shed where grandfather kept his plows and reaper and threshing machine and all his garden tools.
The shed had a long, wide roof, and there was a ladder leaning against it. When John saw that, he thought he must go up on the roof; and then, of course, the twins went, too. Then Louisa and Mary Virginia wanted to go, and although John insisted that girls could not climb, they managed to scramble up the ladder to where the boys were. And there they all sat in a row on the roof.
"Grandmother doesn't know how well we can take care of ourselves," said John. "But I am such a big boy that I can do anything. I can ride a bicycle and go on errands—"
"So can I," said Louisa.
"We can ride on the trolley!" cried the twins.
"Mama and I go anywhere by ourselves," said Mary Virginia.
"Moo!" said something down below; and when they looked, there was one of the cows rubbing her head against the ladder.
"Don't be afraid, Mary Virginia," said Louisa. "Cows can't climb ladders."
"Don't be afraid, Mary Virginia," said John. "I'll drive her away."
So he kicked his feet against the shed roof and called "Go away! go away!" The twins kicked their feet, too, and called "Go away! go away!" and somebody, I don't know who, kicked the ladder and it fell down and lay in the dry grass. And the cow walked peacefully on, thinking about her little calf.
"There now!" exclaimed Louisa, "how shall we ever get down?"
"Oh, that's nothing," said John. "All I'll have to do is to stand up on the roof and call grandfather. Just watch me do it."
So he stood up and called "Grandfath—er! Grandfath—er! Grandfath—er!" till he was tired; but no grandfather answered.
Then the twins called, "Grandfather! Grandmother!"
"Baa," said the sheep, as if beginning to think that somebody ought to answer all that calling.
Then they all called together: "Grandfather! Grandfather! Grandfather!" and when nobody heard that, they began to feel frightened and lonely.
"I want to go home to my mother! I wish I hadn't come!" wailed Mary Virginia.
"It's Thanksgiving dinner time, too," said John; "and there's turkey for dinner, for I saw it in the oven."
"Pie, too," said Louisa.
"Dear, dear!" cried the twins.
And then they all called together once more, but this time with such a weak little cry that not even the sheep heard it.
The sun grew warmer and the shadows straighter as they sat there, and grandmother's house seemed miles away when John stood up to look at it.
"They've eaten dinner by this time, I know," he said, as he sat down again; "and grandfather and grandmother have forgotten all about us."
But grandfather and grandmother had not forgotten them, for just about then grandmother was saying to grandfather. "You had better see where the children are, for Thanksgiving dinner will soon be ready and I know that they are hungry."
So grandfather went out to look for them. He did not find them in the kitchen nor the barnyard, so he called "Johnnie! Johnnie!" and when nobody answered he made haste to the pasture.
The children saw him coming, and long before he had reached the gate they began to call with all their might. This time grandfather answered, "I'm coming!" and I cannot tell you how glad they were.
In another minute he had set the ladder up again and they all came down. Mary Virginia came first because she was the youngest girl, and John came last because he was the biggest boy. Grandfather put his arms around each one as he helped them down, and carried Mary Virginia home on his back. When they got to the house dinner was just ready.
The turkey was brown, the potatoes were sweet,
The sauce was so spicy, the biscuits were beat,
The great pumpkin pie was as yellow as gold,
And the apples were red as the roses, I'm told.
It was such a good dinner that I had to tell you about it in rhyme!
And I'm sure you'll agree
With the children and me
That there's never a visit so pleasant to pay
As a visit to grandma on Thanksgiving Day.
Hot Codlins
There was a little woman, as I've been told,
Who was not very young, nor yet very old;
Now this little woman her living got
By selling codlins, hot, hot, hot!
The Thanksgiving Story
One day, after the summer was all over and all the things had been gathered, and everything was ready for the long winter, Uncle John and the three little boys came stamping in at the kitchen door, with their skates hanging around their necks and snow on their caps and comforters. It was Thanksgiving morning, and they had all been to the pond to skate. And before they had got through skating, it had begun to snow, and the snow was covering the ice all up, but it wasn't snowing very hard yet. Then Uncle John and the little boys all took off their mittens and their caps and their comforters and their coats, and they went up-stairs and put on their Sunday clothes, for it was almost dinner-time.
While Uncle John and the boys had been off skating on the pond, Aunt Phyllis and Aunt Deborah had been very busy in the kitchen, getting ready for the Thanksgiving dinner. All the pies were already baked, the day before, and there were a lot of pies and the cranberry sauce was all made, and everything that they could get ready before Thanksgiving Day was all ready. But there were a good many things that had to be cooked that same morning, so that they would be nice. There was the squash and the potato and the turnips, and there was the turkey.
It was a great big turkey, the biggest that Uncle Solomon could find and Aunt Deborah had fixed it all up, and she had stuffed it with chestnuts and a lot of other nice things. When the little boys came down-stairs, the turkey wasn't done, and it was in front of the fire, in the roasting thing, and the fire was roaring hot. So little John had to stay there and watch the turkey, and turn it around once in awhile, and pour over it some of the gravy that had dripped. He did it with a big spoon, and they call that basting the turkey.
And little Charles had to help Aunt Deborah and Aunt Phyllis and get things for them, and Uncle Solomon and Uncle John made the table as big as they could, and they got pitchers of water from the well, and two big pitchers of cider, from the cellar. Then, while they were all working hard, there was a knock at the door.
The knock wasn't at the kitchen door, but at the biggest door. And Aunt Deborah told little Charles to hurry and open the door and ask the people to step into the parlour. So little Charles ran to the door and there stood Sister Burbanks, and he asked her if she wouldn't please to step into the parlour. And so she did, but Uncle Burbanks said he guessed he would take the horse out to the barn. And Uncle Solomon went with him, to help. And pretty soon there was another knock, and there was Sister Graves and Uncle Graves. And Sister Graves came in and Uncle Graves went out to put the horse in the barn, and Uncle John went with him, to help.
And Sister Graves came in.
And pretty soon there was Uncle Moses and Uncle Abner and Aunt Mary and Sister Bodman and her two little boys. And the two little boys and all the aunts sat in the parlour, while all the uncles were out in the barn, putting up the horses. So little Charles sat in the parlour, too, and as soon as the turkey was done, Aunt Deborah told little John to go. And then there was a knock, and there were Aunt Deborah's father and mother.
Then Aunt Phyllis went up-stairs and put on her black dress, while Aunt Deborah put things on the table. And as soon as Aunt Phyllis came down, she tied an apron over her black dress and finished putting the things on the table, while Aunt Deborah went up-stairs and put on her black dress. When she came down, everything was ready, and all the good things were on the table. So she went into the parlour and asked all the people to walk in to dinner; and all the uncles were coming in from the barn. And they all went into the big kitchen and sat down at the table, that was so big it almost filled the room. Uncle Solomon sat at the middle of one side, and in front of him was the turkey, all brown and crackly and dripping. And right across from him sat Aunt Phyllis, and in front of her were the cranberry sauce and the turnip. And Uncle John sat on one side, and in front of him was a great big ham and Aunt Deborah sat on the other side, and in front of her were the potato and the squash. And the uncles and the aunts sat in the other places and each one had something to help to, and the two big pitchers of cider were where everybody could reach them. At the end of the long table sat Aunt Deborah's father, and at the other end sat her mother.
When everybody was ready, Aunt Deborah's father said grace, but it was a very short prayer. Then Uncle Solomon and Uncle John began to sharpen their carving-knives, and when the knives were sharp, they carved the meat, and put it on the plates. Uncle Solomon put on a piece of turkey and some stuffing and passed the plate to Aunt Phyllis. She put on some cranberry sauce and some turnip and passed the plate to Uncle John. He put on a piece of ham and passed it to Aunt Deborah; and Aunt Deborah put on some potato and some squash and passed the plate along to the person it was meant for. And each one took some cider, and when they were all helped, they began to eat. The plates were heaped up with things to eat, but that didn't make any difference. All the people ate a great deal, because it was Thanksgiving Day, and they had to eat all they could on Thanksgiving Day. And some of them were helped twice, so that when they were through with that part of the dinner, that was the last of that great big turkey. It was all eaten up, and nothing left but bones.
Then Aunt Deborah and Aunt Phyllis got up and took away all the plates they had been using, and the turkey platter and the ham platter, and put them out of the way, on another table. Then they brought the pies. There were mince pies and squash pies and apple pies, two kinds, and cranberry pies and potato pies. And there were nuts and apples and gingerbread and cake in the middle of the table. Then they helped to the pies, and almost everybody had two kinds, some of them more. They ate more pie than you would think anybody could eat, and the cider helped the pie go down; and then they had nuts and apples and cake and gingerbread.
But little Charles and little John were filled way up to their chins and they couldn't eat any nuts or apples then. So they filled their pockets with nuts, and each took an apple and a little piece of gingerbread. Then they put on their coats and comforters and caps and mittens and ran quickly out through the snow to the barn, and the two little Bodman boys went with them. They played about in the great open place in the barn, and chased each other and had a good time. And pretty soon they found they had some room for nuts and apples. The nuts were some hickory nuts that they had gathered themselves, with Uncle John. So they sat about and ate their apples and picked the meat out of the nuts and ate the meat, and looked out at the snow that was coming down very fast.
After the little boys had taken their nuts and apples and gone out to the barn, the other people sat at the table until they had finished their nuts and apples. Then all the uncles and aunts and the grandfathers and grandmothers went into the parlour and sat down. And Aunt Phyllis and Aunt Deborah hurried and took the plates off the table and began to clear up. And Aunt Mary heard the noise of the clearing up, and she couldn't stand it. So she got up and went back into the kitchen and told Aunt Deborah that she wasn't going to be sitting in the parlour with her hands folded while Aunt Deborah and Aunt Phyllis cleared up all that mess. So she put an apron around her black dress and helped. And Sister Burbanks and Sister Graves and Sister Bodman all came in and said the same thing. So they cleared up all the things very quickly and they all liked doing it. Then they took off their aprons and went back into the parlour and sat down.
Before they had been sitting in the parlour very long, Uncle Burbanks looked out of the window and saw that it was snowing very hard. So he said that if they wanted to get home with that carryall, they'd better be thinking of starting along, or else the snow would be too deep. So he went out to the barn to get his horse ready. And all the other uncles looked out and thought perhaps they'd better be starting along, too. So they all went out to the barn, and Uncle Solomon and Uncle John went with them to help; and all the aunts began putting on their coats and hoods and shawls and all the other things they wore to keep them warm and to keep the snow off them. And Aunt Deborah and Aunt Phyllis talked to them and said how glad they were that they could all come, and all the aunts said what a nice dinner it was, and what a good time they had had.
Then, pretty soon, Uncle Burbanks came along through the snow, leading his horse, and he stopped at the door, and Sister Burbanks got into the carryall, and he tucked the buffalo robe in about her feet and all around, to keep her dry and warm. Then he got in, in front, and they drove off. Then came Uncle Graves, and Uncle John with Sister Bodman's horse, and Uncle Moses and Uncle Abner, and Uncle Solomon with the other grandfather's horse. And all the people got into the carriages that were theirs, and they were all bundled up, and drove off through the snow. And when the other grandfather and grandmother drove off, little Charles and little John were hanging on behind. They rode down as far as the wide gate and then they tumbled off into the snow. And they ran back to the kitchen door and went in.
Polly and Sukey
Ruth, the Gleaner
A LONG the hot dusty road that led from the country of Moab to the fair land of Judah three women were walking with bowed heads and weary, halting steps. Their sorrowful, heavy eyes took no pleasure in the summer beauty of the harvest fields, the shimmering silver of the olive trees, and the rich promise of the vineyards which bordered their way. The whole world looked sad to them, seen through a mist of tears.
Ruth and Naomi
There behind them, in the land of Moab, each of these women had left green graves, which held all they loved best. Naomi, the eldest, was perhaps the most desolate. Her thoughts went back to the time when she was as young and fair as the two daughters-in-law who walked at her side—when, with her husband and her two boys, she had trod that very road, seeking a home in a strange country to escape the famine which threatened them in her own land. Now she was returning to her native town of Bethlehem a childless, lonely widow.
The younger women, who were the wives of those two dead sons, were very sorrowful too, but for them there might yet be happiness in the world. They still had near and dear relatives and many friends in Moab, which was their native land. They had come far enough now, and it was time for them to return.
"Turn again, my daughters," said Naomi, "and go your way."
Their homes lay behind, and she must journey on alone to the little hill town which she had not seen for so many long years. They had kindly come so far to see her on her way, but they must come no farther.
So the little party halted, and one of the young women, weeping bitterly, kissed her mother-in-law and turned to go back. But the other one, whose name was Ruth, clung to Naomi, and would not leave her.
In vain the elder woman urged her to return, and pointed out that Orpah had gone, that home and friends and happiness awaited her there, while in front was only poverty and loneliness. Ruth only clung the closer as she sobbed out her tender, loving words.
"Intreat me not to leave thee," she said, "or to return from following after thee: for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God. The Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me."
The tender words brought comfort to the heart of Naomi, as soft rain brings refreshment to the hard, dry earth. After all, she was not quite alone; she still had some one to love and care for. So together they journeyed on again, and at last came to the winding road which led up to the town of Bethlehem, nestling like a white bird upon the long ridge of hills.
Naomi knew every step of the way. It seemed almost like a dream to tread once more that winding road, to pass through the city gates and find her way to the little house she knew so well. Although she had been gone so many years there were still people who remembered her, and these came running out to greet her.
"Is this Naomi?" they asked wonderingly.
They could scarcely believe that this sad, broken-down woman could be the pleasant-faced, happy girl who had gone away with her husband and boys in the year of the great famine. But as they listened to her story they did not wonder that she seemed so old and talked so bitterly. It made them look very kindly upon the beautiful girl who kept so close to her mother-in-law, who had given up everything rather than leave her alone.
Naomi had been quite right when she had told Ruth that poverty lay before them. She had come back quite empty-handed, and it was necessary to find some work at once which would at least provide them with daily bread. Ruth, looking out over the fields where already the barley was being cut, made up her mind to go and work there. The poor were always allowed to follow the reapers and glean the stray ears of corn that fell unnoticed. She might at least gather enough to feed her mother-in-law and herself.
Very happily, then, Ruth set out, and found her way into the harvest field, which belonged to a rich man called Boaz. The reapers treated her kindly when she timidly asked for permission to glean there, and when the master arrived to see how the harvest went, he too noticed her at once, for she was very beautiful.
"Whose damsel is this?" he asked.
There were many people ready to tell him her name, and also to tell him how she had left her land and her people to come with Naomi, her mother-in-law. The story had been repeated all through the town.
Boaz listened with interest. Naomi was his kinswoman, and it was only right that he should help her. He would begin by helping the sweet-faced daughter-in-law who had chanced to come gleaning upon his land. So he went and spoke very kindly to the beautiful Ruth, and told her to come every day to his harvest field and share the reapers' food, and he would see that no one troubled her. He even told the reapers to let some handfuls of corn fall in her way, on purpose, so that there might be plenty for her to glean.
So each day Ruth went back and worked in the harvest fields, and each day as Boaz watched her he grew to love the gentle, loving-hearted woman more and more. And when at last the harvest days were over, he went to Naomi and asked that Ruth might become his wife.
There was no more poverty or hard work now for Ruth or Naomi, no anxious days of wondering how long their flour and oil would last. Boaz was very rich, and nothing was too good for his fair young wife, whom he had first seen humbly gleaning in his harvest field.
Happiness, too, began to steal back into the life of Naomi. Winter and spring passed, and when harvest time came round once more, all the sorrow and bitterness faded from her heart, for God sent a little child to comfort her. A baby son was born to Ruth, and the whole world seemed full of sunshine and happiness as she laid him in his grandmother's arms, and the two loving hearts rejoiced in their happiness, just as they had clung together in their sorrow.
Of course, they dreamed many happy dreams over the little downy head, and planned a splendid future for the baby, as all mothers and grandmothers will do. But even their dreams never touched the golden reality, for they did not know that he was to be the grandfather of King David, that in this same little town of Bethlehem there was to be born of his line a greater King yet, the King of Heaven.
Swan, swan, over the sea;
Swim, swan, swim!
Swan, swan, back again;
Well swum, swan!


"Affirming Life In the Face of Death"
(Lincoln) The Nebraska Coalition for Compassionate Care held its second successful conference on May 4, 2000 at the Nebraska Center for Continuing Education in Lincoln. The conference drew 170 enthusiastic participants, representing over 50 Nebraska communities and the neighboring states of Iowa, Minnesota, and South Dakota.
"Affirming Life in the Face of Death" was co-sponsored by the Nebraska Hospice Association and the Nebraska Medical Association. Diversity was reflected in the categories of attendees: physicians, nurses, hospice care workers, clergy, educators, and social workers.
Slightly lower attendance coupled with modest conference fees meant continued reliance on--and gratitude for--the financial support of the following generous contributors: Purdue-Frederick, Pfizer, Alegent Health Ethics Center, St. Francis Medical Center, Creighton University Center for Health Policy and Ethics, and Good Samaritan Hospital.
The Coalition's Operations Board Chair, Greg Schleppenbach, served as master of ceremonies for the day. Plenary sessions featured three nationally and internationally-known speakers: Rita Marker, J.D., Executive Director of the International Anti-Euthanasia Task Force, Eric Chevlen, M.D. of Youngstown, Ohio, Hospice Director and prominent specialist in treatment of cancer and pain, and Walter Hunter, M.D., National Director for Vista Care Hospice.
In her presentation, "Assisted Suicide: Economic Implications," Mrs. Marker reviewed experiences reported by individuals and doctors under Oregon's Assisted Suicide Law (now in effect for 3+years), citing examples of the pressures exerted on the terminally ill by families, friends, insurance companies, and government agencies to seek assisted suicide for financial reasons. Dr. Chevlen described the communication "breakdown" that exists between severely ill patients and their physicians and families concerning resuscitation and other end-of-life preferences, with some philosophical suggestions for addressing the situation. Dr. Hunter focused on the nature of suffering, the types of pain (physical, spiritual, emotional, and social) and how to bring hope to the dying, not just through technology, but holistic attention to each individual's condition and life situation.
In addition to the plenary sessions, participants selected from six different breakout sessions on topics ranging from Advance Directives to End-of-Life, Depression, and Total Sedation. Four additional health care professionals were on hand to assist with these sessions. Special guests, Nebraska Governor Mike Johanns and former Governor Ben Nelson shared their insights and personal experiences in presentations after lunch and at the end of the afternoon session. The conference closed with the evening banquet of the Nebraska Hospice Association, including presentation of annual service awards, and a keynote address by speaker Ron Willis.
"We have heard the cries of those in pain and those who are dying and we have answered their cries. We say to you as health care workers and concerned citizens committed to your care that not one of you must perish at your own hands or at our hands simply because we failed to understand your physical and mental anguish. We will care for you in your dying as we cared for you in your living: with respect, with compassion, with humility, and with love."


text:
Common Pleas
Juvenile/Probate
Veterans' Assistance
Pickaway County
Emergency Declaration Recind Order
Today, the Pickaway County Board of County Commissioners passed a resolution rescinding the state of emergency declaration for Pickaway County during their normally scheduled public meeting.
Pickaway County Commissioner President Harold Henson said this is a necessary step forward in the County's resumption of daily operations after dealing with the COVID-19 pandemic. "Nine weeks ago, the County implemented emergency measures to ensure the safety of our citizens and the continuity of government activities due to the projected impact of the COVID-19 virus," Henson said. "As the State continues to roll back their Public Health Orders on limiting services and issues new guidance on moving forward, we felt it prudent to show the citizens of Pickaway County that we support their own efforts at returning to normal by rescinding our declaration."
State of Emergency Declared For Pickaway County
Today, the Pickaway County Board of County Commissioners passed a resolution to declare a state of emergency for Pickaway County during their normally scheduled public meeting.
Pickaway County Commissioner President Harold Henson said the vote is a necessary step forward in the county's response to the COVID-19 pandemic. "Two weeks ago, the County began transitioning to emergency operations, focusing our resources on only mission critical operations," Henson said. "As cases continue to rise, declaring a state of emergency is the best way for us to ensure that the coordination mechanisms, resources, and support we need to fight this pandemic is available, to ensure the safety of our employees and the public."
Read More View Resolution
Status of County Offices
Statement From the Pickaway County Board of Commissioners Regarding COVID-19 Planning and Response
Pickaway County has been preparing for months for the potential spread of COVID-19 and is carrying out previously adopted response plans developed by the Pickaway County General Health (PCGHD), the Pickaway County Emergency Management Agency (EMA), and the Board of Commissioners.
Disaster Recovery Center Opens for Three Days in Circleville
A Disaster Recovery Center will open Monday, July 8 through Wednesday, July 10 in Circleville to help renters, homeowners and businesses in Ohio affected by the tornadoes, storms and flooding of May 27 – 29, 2019.
About Pickaway County
Designed by Westside Media
© 2017 Pickaway County. All Rights Reserved.

redpajama_set_name: RedPajamaCommonCrawl


text:
bold=$(tput bold)
normal=$(tput sgr0)
red='\033[0;31m'
green='\033[0;32m'
nc='\033[0m' # No Color

set -e

base_dir=`pwd`

if [ "$1" = "" ]; then
  echo
  echo -e ${red}${bold}Operation failed. The environment name must be set. Please check that it is available in the package.json script.${nc}${normal}
  echo
  exit 1
fi

echo
echo -e "${bold}Starting Static Database Build${normal}"
echo

for F in `find ./.data/tables -type f -maxdepth 1`
do
  cd $base_dir
  echo -e Add table from JSON: ${F}
  FUNCTION=createTable JSON_PATH=${F} yarn run invoke:$1
  echo
done

for F in `find ./.data/rows -type f -maxdepth 1`
do
  cd $base_dir
  echo -e Insert rows from JSON: ${F}
  FUNCTION=insertRows JSON_PATH=${F} yarn run invoke:$1
  echo
done

echo
echo -e "${green}${bold}Static Database Build Complete!${normal}${nc}"
echo

redpajama_set_name: RedPajamaGithub


Topic Tuesday! Best books to curl up with this Winter – Becky's Book Blog!
Hello fellow bookworms! Its getting to that time of year again, the leaves are falling, there's a chill in the air and in some places they've already had snow. There's nothing better to warm you up at winter than curling up in your favourite chair under a blanket with a good book. These are my recommendations for my favourite winter themed novels. Let me know if you would add any books to my list because I love recommendations.
I just love this series. Set in Russia and based mostly in Winter this is a great book to curl up with on a cold evening. Arden writes a fantastical and magical world that introduces you to a range of creatures and folklore that I had never heard of before. The lyrical writing style ensures you are sucked in deep and feel the need to follow Vasilisa on her journey. There are two books out in the series so far with the third out in January and I cannot recommend them enough!
A Rumpelstiltskin retelling like no other. I adore Novik's writing style. She manages to weave six perspectives together so well, you end up believing they were entangled from the start. The setting of this book is what gives it its atmosphere with its country magic, fairy tales and forests it makes for the perfect winter read. You can find my main review for Spinning Silver here.
This is a book that could technically fit all seasons. The world the series is set in consists of 8 kingdoms: Paisly, Ventralli, Yakim, Summer, Autumn, Winter, Spring, and Cordell. However, while all 8 are mentioned at some point the main characters, and the main plot line are set in the Kingdom of Winter. These books are great easy reads if you're not looking for something too intense, but certainly not lacking on plot or character arcs.
Though this book isn't set in Winter I still feel its great book to curl up with. This is my favourite Novik book and the one that made me fall in love with her writing. Similarly to Spinning Silver, its the setting that takes up a big part of the story line, set in a Kingdom where the woods, and its occupants have turned against humans and bit by bit are working to remove them from the world. Novik does an amazing job at twisting your expectations by inverting the tropes about fairy tale villians and heroes. This is the perfect read for any time of the year but I definitely get Winter vibes from it.
Lets be honest, this series can be read at any time, but I do feel there is something special about curling up with a hot chocolate and reading Harry Potter during the winter. It takes me back to reading the books for the first time, and there is no better feeling. If you haven't read these books then you seriously should it has magic, werewolves, and one of the worlds most famous fictional villians. I feel like I dont really need to sell this series as much because, if you haven't heard of it you must have been living under a rock!


text:
Tag: The Hollywood Reporter
Justin Timberlake Gets Real About Why He Left *NSYNC
Miller Mobley
Honestly, I feel like this is just water under the bridge at this point. Does Justin really need to talk about why he left his boy band? It was obviously because he knew that he could be the break out star and he had a producer like Timbaland wanting to work with him, you can't blame him.
Justin recently did a pretty candid interview with The Hollywood Reporter, where he got real about why he left the band at the height of their success, and personally I was a bit shocked at his answer. The guys are probably still a little salty about the break up and his answer? It just rubs salt in the wound.
"We were on a stadium tour, and I just felt like the whole thing was too big," says Timberlake, explaining why he decided to bail. "It started as a fun snowball fight that was becoming an avalanche. And, also, I was growing out of it. I felt like I cared more about the music than some of the other people in the group. And I felt like I had other music I wanted to make and that I needed to follow my heart."
I mean, ouch. Saying he just cared more about the music than they did? Ouch.
The interview is actually a pretty good one though, so I would click the link above and check out more but here are some other interesting parts of the interview.
On being famous since a young age : "I was about 15 or 16 years old. We'd just given a concert in Germany at a festival on this huge field. And we were in the tour bus afterward, driving on a dirt road, and I looked out the window and saw all these young, impressionable females running after the bus." He shrugs his shoulders and gets to the point of the story: "I think we can all agree that I did not have a normal childhood."
On his childhood : "You go through your life with your own traumas, big and small, and think, 'It's not that bad, I have a lot to be thankful for, my parents did the best they could,' " he says. "But then you have a child of your own, and suddenly it opens all the floodgates, and you're like, 'No, no, no! That childhood trauma really did f— me up!' "
On his new album : "It sounds more like where I've come from than any other music I've ever made," he describes what he's been working on. "It's Memphis. It's Southern American music. But I want to make it sound modern — at least that's the idea right now."
So there you have it, some great excerpts from the interview. One thing I found interesting was that he said he wasn't very friendly with Ryan Gosling, someone that he once lived with while they were both in the 'Mickey Mouse Club' it makes you wonder if something went down.
Posted on February 9, 2017 Categories Celebrities A-JTags 2017, interview, JT, Justin Timberlake, nsync, The Hollywood ReporterLeave a comment on Justin Timberlake Gets Real About Why He Left *NSYNC
Kareem Abdul-Jabbar Pens Essay Slamming 'The Bachelor'
Well okay, this isn't something that I saw coming, that's for sure. Basketball legend Kareem Abdul-Jabbar took to The Hollywood Reporter to write and essay about the popular 'Bachelor' and 'Bachelorette' series.
Now I suggest that you read the whole thing by clicking here, but I did pick out some of my favorite parts of the essay.
Getting into the show, he started to talk about how the people represented on this show don't necessarily have brains, they are simply all the same with removable parts. Everyone on that show looks the same, it's the truth. Most of the men have the same haircut, same abs, and same five o'clock shadow.
It is teaching this generation that beauty is more important than really anything else at all.
"The shows' mantra repeated by most castmembers that "everyone deserves love" ain't necessarily so. You're not even in the running for love unless you fit a very narrow ideal of Ken and Barbie doll physical beauty. These shows promote the scorched-earth effects of raising females to be continually judged physically above all other attributes and then measured against impossible physical standards that has marginalized a majority of girls and women — and made billions for the beauty products, clothing, and cosmetic surgery industries. Even youthful Amanda Stanton, 26, admits to using Botox."
Abdul-Jabbar continues on that there is no diversity on the show. There has never been a person of color to win, or even make it close to the end. In fact not one nonwhite person has ever made it past week five. That's fucking crazy.
"The real crime is the lack of intellectual and appearance diversity, which leaves the contestants as interchangeable as the Mr. Potato Head parts. The lack of racial diversity has already been commented on. If you're black on The Bachelor or The Bachelorette, you're usually kept around as a courtesy for a few weeks before being ejected. Those outside the ideal body fat percentage index need not apply. With all eyes firmly fixed on firm buttocks, the criteria for finding love becomes how high a quarter will bounce off rock-hard abs. Will we ever witness a conversation that isn't so bland and vacuous that words seem to evaporate as soon as they are spoken? The rest — intimate outings, group dates, visiting hometowns — is window dressing to disguise the establishment of a laundry list for love so paltry and insubstantial that nearly anyone with a hipster beard or pert breasts can make the cut."
He even calls out JoJo Fletcher by name.
"JoJo Fletcher's constant whining about being in love with three men from the petrie dish of ab-fastic, bearded suitors certainly denigrates the concept of love. Throughout the show she worried about the kind of men she'd gone out with before who treated her as less valuable than she wanted. As soon as we saw Jordan, the jock who kept her at a distance, and who she described as being like her previous boyfriends, there was no doubt she would select him to relive the psychological loop of needing to be validated."
Then he leaves us with this little tidbit.
"The real danger is when we try to apply that fantasy thinking to our own lives. And when we think about where our children learn about the realities of romance, it becomes even more important to question what may influence their behavior in choosing a partner."
Just taking one step back I wanted to put in my own personal thoughts but they will simply echo the powerful words that Kareem Abdul-Jabbar put together.
We are supposed to believe that our soulmate has the perfect body and if we ourselves don't have the perfect body, then we are worthless. We are fed all of this negative shit from the media yet some how we are supposed to love ourselves. It doesn't really make sense at all. It's sometimes hard to remember that, but please remember that you're worth it.
Your flaws are beautiful, no matter what the media says.
Posted on January 5, 2017 January 5, 2017 Categories Celebrities K-ZTags 2017, essay, Kareen Abdul-Jabbar, lakers, the bachelor, the bachelorette, The Hollywood Reporter, THRLeave a comment on Kareem Abdul-Jabbar Pens Essay Slamming 'The Bachelor'


I wanted to read David Rothman's novel The Solomon Scandals (aff link) for a few reasons. First , it seemed like a good book. I had read good things about the novel on various websites and I wanted to read it for myself. I also greatly admire David, he's one of the bloggers over at Teleread who keeps us informed about the world of ebooks. And finally, the novel is available in many different formats, including print, and just about every ebook format you can think of – so I was happily able to download this book onto my Sony PRS-500.
The Solomon Scandals is a good mix of mystery, thriller with a dash of literary fiction. I found it refreshing not to read about your cliched characters of genre fiction, rather, the novel centers on a newspaper reporter, editors, a gossip columnist, government bureaucrats, a real estate tycoon and even the President of the United States. Add in a dash of humor and you have yourself a really great read.
Jonathan Stone, the small-time reporter for a Washington DC newspaper, the Washington Telegram, decides to take on a large scandal that is literally built in the nation's capital city. Stone's nemesis is a man named Seymour Solomon, who lands himself lucrative construction contracts with the government, then cuts corners and takes the cheapest route to getting a building erected (pocketing the difference).
To make matters even more interesting, Stone's editor at the Telegram, a man almost as nefarious as Solomon himself, is 100% against his proposed story that will expose a scandal that goes straight to the President of the United States. And it doesn't help that Solomon is a major advertiser in Stone's newspaper. It takes a courageous act of insubordination during a late-night writing session and a favor from a friend in the layout department to get the story printed.
As the novel progresses, the Jonathan Stone comes face-to-face with one tragedy after another. The most serious, of course, being the collapse of the IRS building that Solomon had built. He also must deal with witnessing the very public suicide of a Washington socialite, and the grizzly death of his own editor at the paper.
I found it hard to pin down The Solomon Scandals. At times, Scandals reminded me of a good Robert B. Parker mystery novel. At other times, such as during the party when socialite celebrity gossip columnist Wendy meets her ultimate demise, the book reminded me of the elegant prose of F. Scott Fitzgerald in Tender is the Night. This mixture kept the reading interesting, exciting, stimulating, and I didn't feel like my intelligence was being insulted, unlike many other popular fiction novels.
The novel is serious in its overall message that newspapers can only be independent if they are free from the corruption they should be reporting about. But when that corruption sinks into a newspaper, the results can be deadly. This novel gives the reader a much-needed appreciation for the important roll the press plays in keeping our government accountable.
Will I recommend this novel? Yes, in a heartbeat! No matter what format you decide to read The Solomon Scandals in, I'm sure you will enjoy it as much as I did.
And if you have already read this book, leave a comment below with your own thoughts!
This entry was posted in Book Reviews by Brad. Bookmark the permalink.


This paper proposes a power-based network-constrained unit commitment (UC) model as an alternative to the traditional deterministic UCs to deal with wind generation uncertainty. The formulation draws a clear distinction between power-capacity and ramp-capability reserves to deal with wind production uncertainty. These power and ramp requirements can be obtained from wind forecast information. The model is formulated as a power-based UC, which schedules power-trajectories instead of the traditional energy-blocks and takes into account the inherent startup and shutdown power trajectories of thermal units. These characteristics allow a correct representation of unit s ramp schedule which define their ramp availability for reserves. The proposed formulation significantly decreases operation costs compared to traditional deterministic and stochastic UC formulations while simultaneously lowering the computational burden. The operation cost comparison is made through 5-min economic dispatch simulation under hundreds of out-of-sample wind generation scenarios.
Mixed-integer programming, operating reserves, power-based UC, power-capacity reserves, ramp-capability reserves, unit commitment.


text:
Volume 76, Issue Suppl 2
SAT0579 Low dose il-2 restores imbalance between th17 and regulatory t cells in patients with connective disease combined ebv/cmv viremia
Infection-related rheumatic diseases
Q Wang,
C Wang
Rheumatology, The second hospital of Shanxi medical university, TaiYuan, China
Background DMARDs are the most important medicine in treatment of autoimmune disease. However, excessive using DMARDs lead to decrease immune-function, which increasing opportunistic infection, such as EBV, CMV viremia. Recent study show the imbalance between T help cell 17 (Th17) and regulatory T cell (Treg cell) is a pivotal cause of autoimmune disease and correction of this imbalance to be a potential therapy. So whether low dose IL-2 restores the balance of Th17/Treg and improve immune function?
Objectives To investigate the effect of low-dose IL-2 on Treg and effector lymphocyte subsets in patients with connective tissue disease (CTD) combined EBV or CMV viremia.
Methods Clinical records of 70 CTD patients combined EBV or CMV viremia, hospitalized from May 2012 to January 2017 in the second Hospital of ShanXi medical university (Group infection), were analyzed. The group includes 21 patients who received rhIL-2 after infected CMV or EBV, and 12 continue receiving DMARDs. As control, we selected 70 health persons (Group health) whose age matched with group infection, 70 naïve CTD patients with no treatment (Group treatment-naïve), and 70 CTD without viremia patients having glucocorticoid and DMARDS medical history (Group Treatment-DMARDS). The two groups' underlying diseases are matched with the Group infection. The absolute numbers and proportions of peripheral lymphocytes (T cells, B cells, NK cells, the total number of the three cells, CD4+ T cells, CD8+ T cells), and CD4+ T cell subsets (Th1, Th2, Th17, Treg cells and Th1/Th2, Th17/Treg) were examined by flow cytometry.
Results 1. The absolute count of Treg cells in the Group treatment-naïve was significantly low and Th17/Treg was notable increase compared with the Group health (P<0.05). The peripheral lymphocytes and Treg cells are notable low (P<0.05) and Th17/Treg was significantly increase (P<0.05) in the Group treatment-DMARDs compared with the Group treatment-naïve.
2. The peripheral lymphocytes, CD4+T cells subsets except Treg cells and Th1/Th2, Th17/Treg are significantly decrease in the Group infection compared with the Group treatment-DMARDs (P<0.05). While the absolute count of Treg cell was no different between the two groups.
3. After the course of rhIL-2 treatment, there were significantly increase of the peripheral lymphocytes and CD4+T cells subsets (P<0.01). Th17/Treg was significantly low after treatment. Compared with the patients who continue receiving DMARDs, all lymphocytes subsets had a rising trend in patients receiving rhIL-2 treatment.
Conclusions The decrease of Treg cell number and imbalance of Th17/Treg may contribute to the pathogenesis of CTD. Excessive using glucocorticoid and DMARDs may augment this imbalance. On the other hand, these medicines decrease immune function, which leads to EBV and CMV viremia. Over the treatment of rhIL-2, immune function was improved and there was a more significant increase in the absolute count of Treg cells than Th17, and a consequently restore the balance of Th17/Treg.
Miyara M, Ito Y, Sakaguchi S. TREG-cell therapies for autoimmune rheumatic diseases. Nature reviews Rheumatology 2014;10:543–51.
Klatzmann D, Abbas AK. The promise of low-dose interleukin-2 therapy for autoimmune and inflammatory diseases. Nature reviews Immunology 2015;15:283–94.
Disclosure of Interest None declared
http://dx.doi.org/10.1136/annrheumdis-2017-eular.6247
© 2017, Published by the BMJ Publishing Group Limited. For permission to use (where not already granted under a licence) please go to http://group.bmj.com/group/rights-licensing/permissions


text:
American Health Care Act vs. Affordable Care Act
Topic: Health & Medicine
Home > Health & Medicine > American Health Care Act vs. Affordable Care Act
The American Health Care Act (AHCA) passed on May 4, 2017, provoked a strong public reaction. The proposed reform aims to reverse the Patient Protection and Affordable Care Act (ACA), decrease taxes, and reduce the budget deficit. Despite all the discussions about expenditures and shortcomings associated with the ACA, the new Health Care Act is still vague and underdeveloped. The Republicans should find the balance between delivering health care to the people with severe and chronic diseases and cutting expenditures for those who are young and healthy.
The ACA and the AHCA differences
To begin with, both politicians and civilians criticize the ACA proposed by President Obama for significant health care spending, not translating promises into actions, and imposing unfair taxes for workers. According to Hirsch et al. (2017), "total health care spending in the USA surpassed 3.4 trillion dollars in 2016" (para. 25). The tax burden imposed on both employers and employees resulted in several millions of people losing their health care insurance (Hirsch et al., 2017). The ACA succeeded in providing coverage for the overwhelming majority of Americans and establishing health exchanges, but it leads to higher taxes and heavy overall expenses.
On the other hand, the AHCA may cause millions of Americans to lose their insurance. Hirsh et al. (2017) suggest that "the Congressional Budget Office estimated that 52 million Americans would become uninsured under AHCA" (para. 7).
If healthcare insurance becomes non-obligatory, millions of people will choose not to purchase it. The AHCA may increase the participation of coverage actors in the individual market and favor the workers who will not be obliged to pay additional tax, though it remains contradictory and non-holistic. Therefore, the main difference between the programs is that the AHCA empowers the market and workers, while the ACA focuses on the most socially vulnerable groups and makes health insurance obligatory.
Higher-income families seem to benefit from the new act, but lower-income families may experience losses. According to Blumberg, Buettgens, Holahan, Mermin, and Sammartino (2017), "the average family with less than $10,000 of income in 2022 would be $1,420 worse off" (p. 1). Therefore, the elimination of income-related tax credits is one of the weakest provisions of the AHCA. The tax reduction for higher-income households is disproportionate to the expenses of lower-income families. The most crucial provision of the AHCA is the provision of minimum health benefits set that will allow civilians with more impoverished living conditions and more substantial health risks to gain coverage.
Improving the AHCA
In medically underserved areas, minimum health benefits should be combined with the foundation of Help Centers. An option for diagnostics and advanced infrastructure can lead to a healthier population and fewer losses in the future. The essence of the ACA, affordable health care for all Americans, is now being questioned. To create a system of counterbalance, compensating for rising expenses of disadvantaged households, the government is better to provide the minimum of services in the advanced Health Care Centers.
The first step would be the evaluation of the healthcare distribution with the help of Policy Simulation Models (Blumberg et al., 2017). The second step will be achieving the compromise while combining the best from both the ACA and the AHCA programs. Lastly, the plan is to ensure the existence of well-equipped Health Centers in urban and rural areas.
To summarize, each program has its negative and positive implications. Decreasing the budget deficit may shift attention from low-income communities to the common nation's goals. However, the common goals for global development are inclusion, providing equal human rights, and affordable health care. Using policy prediction models and choosing the best from both programs can favor all the Americans.
Blumberg, L. J., Buettgens, M., Holahan, J., Mermin, G. B., & Sammartino, F. (2017). Who gains and who loses under the American Health Care Act. The Urban Institute. Web.
Hirsch, J. A., Rosenkrantz, A. B., Allen, B., Nicola, G. N., Klucznik, R. P., & Manchikanti, L. (2017). AHCA meets BCRA; Timeline, context, and future directions. Journal of NeuroInterventional Surgery, 10(2), 205-208.
Hirsch, J. A., Rosenkrantz, B., Nicola, Harvey, H. B., Duszak, R., Silva, E., … Manchikanti, L. (2017). Contextualizing the first-round failure of the AHCA: Down but not out. Journal of NeuroInterventional Surgery, 9(6), 595-600.
Depression in Female Cancer Patients and Survivors Patient Rights in Case of Surgery Delay Financial Concept Map in Nurse Manager's Interview Larry Purnell's Model for Cultural Competencies Conflict Resolution for Nurses and Other Providers Healthcare System: Transgender Patients Discrimination Master's Education in Nursing and Its Essentials Clinical Decision Support System and Functionality
The Consensus Model and the Advanced Practice Nurse' Role
Education and Practice Importance in Nursing Profession


text:
Doctor Who, Gender divides
'Doctor Who is a girl!'
Taking a look at why I think it's so important that the Doctor is regenerating into a woman...
Tagged: Doctor Who, Jodie Whittaker, Steven Moffat, Romana, Wonder Woman, Katniss Everdeen, Beatrice Prior, Rebecca Ann Smith
Genre musings, Doctor Who
It's not often I'll diverge from books and publishing business on the blog to talk about other things. And I rarely rave about TV or other books - I usually don't have the time to read much other than submissions and the only TV I watch is on catch-up!
However, as a long-time Doctor Who fan I have been watching the progression and coming-of-age of the Doctor with great interest . . .
Tagged: Doctor Who, Peter Capaldi, Jenna Coleman, Face the Raven, Steven Moffat, Romana, Peter Davison, David Tennant, Matt Smith, Hell Bent, Ashildr, Sarah Dollard, Catherine Tregenna
Publishing insights, On writing
A Day in the Life of an Author - with Paul Cornell
Having worked in publishing for so long I know that, from the outside looking in, it can seem a rather bewildering and daunting industry. Most readers don't know how long it takes to put a book together, the process involved in getting a script from (a)uthor to (b)ookshelf. It takes a hell of a lot of work both from the author and publisher and all those in between including typesetters, printers and booksellers. It's usually between 12-18 months before a delivered script will see the inside of a bookshop. So what happens during that process?
Tagged: A day in the life of, author, on writing, Paul Cornell, Doctor Who, The Severed Streets, London Falling, Publishing
Genre musings
Is SFF more mainstream than people give it credit for?
So at this year's London Book Fair I was invited to moderate a panel to discuss this very question. Joining me were David Bradley, the editor and chief of SFX and Total Film magazines and Rosie Fletcher, the editor of Total Film. It was a lively discussion and the audience seemed to enjoy it but it did get me thinking. What is this 'mainstream'? Is it an invite-only club? What do you have to do to get this collective's attention? And is this 'mainstream' welcoming to genre or do they shun it?
Tagged: SFF, genre. mainstream, Star Trek, Doctor Who, Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell, Station Eleven, The Time Traveller's Wife, The Shining Girls


text:
Alfaro ist der Familienname folgender Personen:

 Alejandro Alfaro (* 1986), spanischer Fußballspieler
 Anastasio Alfaro (1865–1951), costa-ricanischer Naturforscher
 Andreu Alfaro (1929–2012), spanischer Künstler
 Antonio Alfaro (* 1956), mexikanischer Reiter
 Bernardo Soto Alfaro (1854–1931), Präsident Costa Ricas

 Carlota Alfaro (* 1933), puerto-ricanische Modedesignerin
 David Alfaro Siqueiros (1896–1974), mexikanischer Maler
 Eduardo Alas Alfaro (1930–2020), salvadorianischer Geistlicher, Bischof von Chalatenango
 Elizabeth Emilia Alfaro (* 1948), uruguayische Autorin und Geisteswissenschaftlerin
 Eloy Alfaro (1842–1912), ecuadorianischer Politiker, zweifacher Präsident
 Emiliano Alfaro (* 1988), uruguayischer Fußballspieler
 Enrique Alfaro (* 1974), mexikanischer Fußballspieler
 Ernesto Alfaro (* 1946), kolumbianischer Geher
 Flavio Alfaro (1961–2021), US-amerikanischer Baseballspieler
 Gustavo Alfaro (* 1962), argentinischer Fußballspieler und -trainer
 Isaac Alfaro (??–1999), mexikanischer Basketballspieler
 Italo Alfaro (1928–1979), italienischer Regisseur

 José Alfaro (* 1983), nicaraguanischer Boxer
 José de Jesús Alfaro (1800–1855), nicaraguanischer Politiker und Director Supremo von Nicaragua
 José María Alfaro Zamora (1799–1856), von 1842 bis 1847 Jefe de Estado von Costa Rica
 Juan Pablo Alfaro (* 1979), mexikanischer Fußballspieler
 Kirla Echegaray Alfaro (* 1968), peruanische Rechtsanwältin und Politikerin, siehe Kirla Echegaray
 Luis Manuel López Alfaro (* 1963), mexikanischer Geistlicher, Weihbischof in San Cristóbal de Las Casas
 Luis Wybo Alfaro (* 1942), mexikanischer Botschafter
 Marcelo Alfaro (1953–2012), argentinischer Schauspieler
 Miguel Alfaro (* 1988), bolivianischer Leichtathlet
 Natalia Alfaro (* 1987), costa-ricanische Beachvolleyballspielerin
 Óscar Alfaro (1904–1939), chilenischer Fußballspieler
 Oscar Alfaro (1921–1963), bolivianischer Dichter
 Pablo Alfaro (* 1969), spanischer Fußballspieler
 Rafael Alfaro (1930–2014), spanischer Ordenspriester, Dichter und Journalist
 Rafael Alfaro Kotte (1962–2005), deutscher Akkordeonist und Komponist
 Rafael Ángel Alfaro-Pineda (* 1961), salvadorianischer Botschafter
 Ricardo Joaquín Alfaro Jované (1882–1971), Staatspräsident Panamas und Richter am Internationalen Gerichtshof
 Tony Alfaro (* 1993), mexikanisch-US-amerikanischer Fußballspieler
 Wardy Alfaro (* 1977), costa-ricanischer Fußballspieler
 Xiomara Alfaro (1930–2018), kubanische Sängerin

Alfaro bezeichnet außerdem:
 Alfaro (Rioja), Kleinstadt in Mittelspanien
 Alfaro (Gattung), Gattung der Lebendgebärenden Zahnkarpfen
 Alfaro (Quito), eine städtische Gemeinde der ecuadorianischen Hauptstadt Quito

redpajama_set_name: RedPajamaWikipedia


Gluten denotes the proteins that are responsible for giving nourishment to plant embryos during germination, and affects the elasticity of dough, allowing chewiness to baked products. Gluten-free means the absence of these proteins in any food products. These products are considered high in demand in the market following the popularity of gluten-free diet.
Gluten-rich foods include wheat, barley, and other grains and starches. Gluten is also found in malt, ketchup, mayonnaise, French fries, processed cheese, sausage, beer, veggie burgers, energy bars, ice cream, cereals, and salad dressings—the list goes on and on.
Having heard of the mentioned commonly favored food on the blacklist may give you a heart break. Luckily, not all food contains gluten. Here are some of gluten-free products that you may consider buying for your next gluten-free meal.
While there is hype on a gluten-free diet and a lot of people are now aware of such food intake, there are only fewer health cases on gluten than what is presumed by many. About one percent of the total population is reportedly diagnosed by celiac disease, a serious health problem arising from the intake of gluten. People with this kind of disease experience headache, fatigue, skin rashes, joint pain, reduced functioning of the spleen, nervous system injury, acid reflux and heartburn, dental enamel damage, and anemia. But the part of human body that is most affected by this disease is the digestive system. Children under two years of age experience vomiting, muscle wasting, and swollen belly, among others.
There are also some people who have gluten intolerance. They experience similar symptoms as those with celiac disease, except that the former doesn't have damages in their small intestines. Still, it robs them of their freedom to eat without the fear of getting sick after.
It is with no doubt, a big hindrance in living a peaceful and normal life. That is why people who experience the symptoms after gluten intake follow a strict gluten-free diet to keep their doctors at bay.
Interestingly, more and more people are resorting to gluten-free diet, whether they are allergic or not to gluten. Searches on gluten-free diet food list are in the hype for several months now. People might say that removing food items containing gluten may mean a whole lot of sacrifices. Luckily, there are alternative dishes that can be enjoyed equally with those having gluten in their meals.
However, going on a gluten-free diet has its own setbacks. Doctors pose warnings on people who don't have any problems to gluten intake but nevertheless avoid gluten-rich foods. While avoiding gluten can have its benefits to the person, it can also cause deficiencies that may harm the body. Considering there are vitamins and minerals that are only present in particular food products but are avoided because of the presence of gluten in them is a good reason for many to limit their strictness in their food intake.
Try some healthy gluten-free recipes! Get our recommended recipes in the next post.


A premium stateroom category featuring our best located Mini-Suite staterooms, as well as the great amenities found in all Mini-Suites — plus premier dining benefits and luxurious perks. Each night, enjoy Club Class Dining, an exclusive dining area. Other amenities include priority embarkation and disembarkation, a complimentary one-time wine set-up and so much more.
A mini-suite with balcony is substantially larger than a balcony stateroom. Accommodations include two twin beds that make up into a queen-size bed. A separate sitting area features a sofa bed and desk. Other amenities include a welcome glass of champagne, two televisions, a refrigerator and a walk-in closet. Your full bathroom includes a combined tub and massage shower head.
Surrounding you with luxurious accommodations, a spacious suite with balcony includes all the amenities of a mini-suite plus incredible premiums. These include luxury balcony furniture, deluxe canapes, fresh flowers, two flat-panel TVs, one complimentary mini-bar setup, a roomy walk-in closet, upgraded bathroom amenities, complimentary use of the Lotus Spa Thermal Suite, laundry and dry cleaning services, and web access in the Internet Cafe.
Balcony with patio furniture Twin beds that convert to a queen-size bed* Private bathroom with shower Shampoo, conditioner, body lotion 100% Egyptian cotton linens Satellite TV, refrigerator, hair dryer, safe, closet, phone and desk 110V, 60-cycle alternating current (AC) with standard U.S. plug fittings Daily housekeeping service Evening bed turn-down, chocolates on your pillow.
This impressive stateroom offers the elegance of a balcony with fine patio furniture. It offers all the amenities of a standard oceanview stateroom, plus a spacious closet and desk.
Our oceanview stateroom includes all the amenities of an interior double, plus it features a picture window, providing added ambience and memorable views. (categories E-G have obstructed views).
Our interior stateroom is a great value. It features two twin beds that make up into a queen-size bed. Other amenities include a refrigerator, television, closet and bathroom with shower.
Wrap-Around Large Balcony. Includes stateroom categories: 8A, 8B, 8C, 8D and 8E.
Every Carnival guest is assured of spacious, comfortable accommodations. All staterooms have carpeting, ample drawer and closet space, private facilities (shower, basin and toilet), telephone and color television showing first-run films. Our SuperLiners all feature staterooms above ocean level for a more comfortable cruise. Twin beds do not convert to king when two uppers in use.


Ever since its emergence in 1960, Methicillin Resistant Staphylococcus aureus (MRSA) has been a concern to the medical community. Its resistance to virtually all beta-lactam antibiotics and ability to infect the skin and soft tissues has taken many lives. According to the CDC, about 2% of individuals in the United States are MRSA carriers. In our study, we examined the prevalence of MRSA over four semesters in biology classes at Liberty University. During the laboratory, the students took samples of both nares and axilla for the presence of MRSA. The participants also took a survey that asked them about involvement in healthcare settings and personal hygiene. The results varied from class to class, ranging from 2% to 32%. After reviewing the student's responses to the surveys, it was determined that involvement in healthcare settings corresponded to higher rates of MRSA carriage among students. Since many students in science classes are interested in pursuing health related careers, this study allowed them to know if they were a carrier of MRSA and the preventative measures to reduce the risk of infection and transmission. In future research, we are looking for patterns of specific health-care vs. community associated variants and strains.


All worm gear for solar tracker wholesalers & worm gear for solar tracker manufacturers come from members. We doesn't provide worm gear for solar tracker products or service, please contact them directly and verify their companies info carefully.
XUZHOU WANDA SLEWING BEARING CO.,LTD.
Anhui Blackma Heavy Industrial Machinery Co.,ltd.
Shenzhen Kavass Technology Co., Ltd.


The cloud security specialist reported another round of strong results, topping its own forecast.
Okta's (NASDAQ:OKTA) shares rose 31% in the three months after its fourth-quarter earnings report, and optimism continued to build coming into its fiscal first-quarter 2019 report on Wednesday. The niche start-up that calls itself "the leading independent provider of identity for the enterprise" did not disappoint, easily beating its own guidance, and demonstrating that it has been executing on a number of its strategic goals.
*The number of shares outstanding nearly tripled between these periods due to the company's April 2017 IPO. Data source: Okta.
In March, management projected revenue growth of 49% to 50% to between $78 million and $79 million, and an adjusted per-share loss of $0.16 to $0.15. But Okta's growth surged in the period, which ended April 30, and the company easily exceeded those targets.
In addition, the company expanded relationships with companies like Mattel and FICO, and opened new accounts with customers like Warner Music.
In May, the company held its annual Oktane customer conference, which helps it build new customer relationships, broaden awareness about the Okta Identity Cloud, and tout its new products.
Okta's revenue gains were particularly encouraging as they came in spite of slowing growth in sales and marketing expenses, which are Okta's biggest budgetary line item. Sales and marketing expenses grew 40.2% in the quarter to $49.5 million, and soaked up 59.2% of revenue, but the fact that revenue grew at a significantly faster rate shows that the company could quickly build operating leverage and turn profitable faster than expected if those trends continue. It also explains why its operating loss in the quarter narrowed from $18.5 million a year ago to $10.8 million.
"We had another strong quarter and a fantastic start to the year," said CEO Todd McKinnon in the earnings press release. "Coming off the heels of Oktane18, our annual customer conference, it's clear that organizations see the strategic importance of identity and Okta's value as an independent and neutral cloud platform. Our growth is driven by three areas of focus that align with the needs of our customers: connecting people seamlessly to all of their technologies, providing an identity layer for customer facing applications, and strengthening security while making technology easier to use. The power of the Okta Integration Network with the Okta Identity Cloud uniquely positions us as the leading identity platform."
Management also highlighted 17 major new or expanded deployments with customers including Hitachi, the City of Oakland, and Leicester City Football Club. Its paying customer base is now made up of more than 4,700 organizations.
Okta offered solid guidance for its fiscal second quarter, and raised its outlook for the year. The company forecasts revenue in the $84 million to $85 million range for the period, representing growth of 39% to 41%, and an adjusted loss per share of $0.21 to $0.20, which compares to a loss of $0.16 per share the year before.
For the full fiscal year, Okta said it expects revenue will grow by 38% to 39%, to $353 million to $357 million, and an adjusted per-share loss of $0.58 to $0.54, contracting from last year's $0.77 loss. That was an improvement from its previous guidance for 33% to 35% revenue growth and an EPS loss in the range of $0.67 to $0.62.
Okta appears to be firing on all cylinders. Building on the momentum generated by the Oktane18 conference, it could see strong round of growth in its fiscal Q2 as well.


The NATICINA of Shell Tankers was one of the largest vessels to be seen on the Thames in about 1970. She had a gross tonnage of 59316 tons and a deadweight of 115600 tons. She was built in 1967 and scraped in 1993. She was on the Tilbury Repair Jetty when I took this photo. I remember going on board and the engine room was was huge.


Memorial service for the late Mrs. Fumi Arakaki, 90-year-old, Seattle, Wash.-born Nisei, resident of Culver City who passed away peacefully on Aug. 13, will be held on Saturday, Sept. 13, 11 a.m. at Centenary United Methodist Church, 300 S. Central Ave., Los Angeles.
Fumi is predeceased by her late husband, James Arakaki.
She is survived by her son, Genji (Stephanie) Arakaki; daughter, Hope (Aric) Anderson; grandchildren, James and Marena Arakaki and Nicholas Orton, Lake and Quin Anderson; siblings, Henry Takashi (Emiko) Yamada and Jean Tomi Urushima; also survived by many nieces, nephews and other relatives.


STOCKTON – A cane-wielding assailant struck a 59-year-old bicycle rider eight times near the San Joaquin County Courthouse shortly before 3 p.m. Monday before fleeing the area, police reported.
The victim, who was riding with his son, sustained minor injuries, according to a report. The attack took place at San Joaquin Street and Weber Avenue.
The assailant was described as an Asian man between 25 and 30 years old, 5 feet 2 inches and 170 pounds with a mustache and shoulder-length black hair, last seen wearing a gray tank top and dark sweatpants.


text:
Q: How to place a table next to google chart i am using Bootstrap v3 and in one case I am opening a modal. The modal has a single tab, the tab item corresponds to a div. In that div i want to place a google chart and next to it a data table. I am unable to get the chart and it's data table next to each other.
Following is the code i used:

                                Risk
                                Total Individuals
                                %

How could i get the chart and the table be exactly next to each other.

A: #chart_div {
  float: left;
  margin-right: 1em;
}

redpajama_set_name: RedPajamaStackExchange