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Bookworms of all ages tend to love the back-to-school season (and I am certainly no exception). We love the brightly colored aisles of Crayola crayons, spiral bound notebooks, even the graphing paper!
August and September bring lots of purchasing decisions and – as much as you might want to fill up an entire cart with composition books, pilot g2 pens, and poetry books – it's important to consider which products will be both useful and durable, practical and pretty.
Below please find our top back-to-school products for 2015.
We were first introduced to ZÜCA Sport Bags six years ago – and they quickly trumped all other carry-ons in our luggage collection! These smartly-designed, rollable suitcases include organizing pouches, usable pockets, and slick wheels. As a bonus, the bag actually doubles as a (decently-comfortable) seat. If your child's school supply list includes a rolling backpack as a recommendation, don't hesitate to think ZÜCA. Not only is the Hanami bag ultra-pretty and super functional, it is also spacious. You can easily store 1″ binders, textbooks, folders, lunchbox, pencil box, and more. The price may seem steep for a backpack, but you're certain to use it for years at school – AND abroad! This is a savvy pick for families who love to travel and who love to read (plenty of room for your books and e-readers!).
If you have an early elementary student in the 4-7 age range, consider L.L. Bean. We've heard that L.L. Bean's backpacks last for years and this is our first experience with the brand. The Junior Original Book Pack in the Sweetie Bird design is a lovely shade of purple and appears to be well-constructed and comfy with wide shoulder-straps, front pockets, and a coordinating easy-carry lunch bag.
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One of the best things about Children's Place is that the brand offers free shipping frequently so you can purchase just one or two items and not have to make a $50 shipping quota. Although the items from CP don't stand up to pricier brands in terms of durability, we do still like to shop there for basics and accessories. This year, we found short sleeve faux-layered sweaters (adorable – see below + above!). Also pictured from the Children's Place: mid moda boots, metallic threaded woven scarf, and navy uniform shorts.
When it comes to children's activity supplies, we tend to be skimpy on the toys and splurgy on the art supplies. Our girls all love the buttery, rich feel of these natural beeswax crayons by International Arrivals. Vivid colors for vivid minds. The company also has some great journal and mini notepad designs with inspiring quotes. We used them for teacher gifts this year – a cup, candy, a pen, and a quotable journal. Voila! *Thanks to I Heart Naptime for the free printable!
If you are a note-taker, a to-do list maker, or a poetry scribbler, you know that all pencils are NOT alike. It's quite a frustrating thing to pick up a pencil that is hairy, stubby, or easily breakable – with a pathetic eraser to boot! Blackwing prides itself on pencils that are quite the opposite. Sleek and smooth, with their signature square erasers, these pencils are great for writers and artists (including pint-sized ones).
Follow Blackwing Pencils on Twitter.
What are your top picks for school supplies for 2015?


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This sunlit holiday combines natural riches with one of the greatest feats of human engineering, the Panama Canal. Relax in soothing hot springs in the shadow of the picture-perfect Arenal volcano then visit the Caribbean jungle waterways and mangrove forests of the wildlife-rich Tortuguero reserve. Cross into Panama to spend time on Bocas del Toro, white-sand islands off its Caribbean coast, and in the lush forests of the rugged interior at Boquete. After this, travel to Panama City to sail through the Panama Canal.
Costa Rica has an extraordinary diversity of flora and fauna and its people are extremely welcoming. The comprehensive network of national parks with their extensive trails is always very accessible. In line with its love and respect for the great outdoors, Costa Rica also has been at the vanguard of adventure tourism, with activities on offer from zip-lining to white-water rafting.
Panama has a different rhythm, and is a real melting pot of cultures as a result of being at the crossroads of oceans. The Panama Canal, one of the world's most crucial transport corridors, is a stunning piece of engineering. You will pass through some of the locks on a launch and explore the historic capital, with its history of pirates and naval battles.

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Pure Forskolin Extract Reviews (2018 UPDATE): The Only Diet Pill You'll Need?
Pure Forskolin Extract Reviews (2018 UPDATE): The Only Diet Pill You'll Need?
Pure Forskolin Extract is a highly popular weight loss supplement. A famous television doctor promoted it as a "miracle flower" and "lightning in a bottle." It claims to have the ability to make you lose up to 10 lbs in just a matter of 1 week.
Another good thing about these pills is that you don't need to significantly change anything with regards to your exercise routine and diet. Aside from its weight loss benefits, it also has other medicinal benefits that can greatly affect general health and wellness.
There is no available information online regarding the manufacturer of Pure Natural Forskolin Slim. We do know though, that it is manufactured in the US. The product is made in a facility that strictly adheres to the guidelines and specifications of the US Food and Medication Administration.
You can check the product label about the company behind it. There should also be an address or location as well as a contact number or email address that you can reach. The product is widely available online, which means that you can always reach out to the retailer just in case you need to ask about anything.
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Pure Forskolin Extract is recommended for healthy adults who are 18 years of age or older. If you are pregnant or suspected to be pregnant, it's best to consult a doctor first before taking any supplement. The same advice applies to those who have medical conditions or illnesses.
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Pure Natural Forskolin Slim should not cause any serious side effects when taken orally and as instructed. If you have any blood disorder, just went through surgery, or suffering from a heart disease, this product is not for you. It might also interact with drugs that are formulated for hypertension. Make sure to check with your doctor first before using this supplement if you are using drugs that control your blood pressure.
You may take 2 Pure Forskolin Extract capsules per day or according to your doctor's advice. You'll be able to find full dosage information on the product's label. Please read through carefully, and follow the recommended dosage to avoid any potential risk or side effect.
This supplement is widely available online. If you will try searching for the product name itself on Google, you will end up with numerous results. You may also find this in several health stores, supplement shops, and drugstores in your area.
We've seen a lot of positive Pure Forskolin Extract reviews online, and these are mostly from people who have tried the product themselves and took the time to review it on their blogs. They are quite impressed with how the supplement was able to help them lose weight and improve general wellness as well.
Safety is also another advantage, as this weight loss supplement does not seem to cause serious side effects that are often typical in similar products in the market. When taken as recommended, this Forskolin extract can surely be your holy grail when it comes to weight loss goals.
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THE GOLDEN-BREASTED KOOTOO

THE GOLDEN-BREASTED KOOTOO

    BY
    LAURA E. RICHARDS
    AUTHOR OF "CAPTAIN JANUARY," "THE JOYOUS STORY
    OF TOTO," "TOTO'S MERRY WINTER,"
    "IN MY NURSERY," ETC.

[Illustration]

    BOSTON
    LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY

    _Copyright, 1885_,
    BY ROBERTS BROTHERS

    _Copyright, 1899_,
    BY LITTLE, BROWN, AND CO.
    ————
    _All rights reserved_

    University Press:
    JOHN WILSON AND SON, CAMBRIDGE, U.S.A.

CONTENTS

                                                       PAGE
    THE GOLDEN-BREASTED KOOTOO                            5
    THE STORY OF HOKEY POKEY                             25
    THE AMBITIOUS ROCKING-HORSE                          40
    "OH, DEAR"                                           44
    THE TRAVELLER, THE COOK, AND THE LITTLE OLD MAN      55

THE GOLDEN-BREASTED KOOTOO.

PART I.

ONCE upon a time—and a good time it was—there lived a king. I do not
know exactly what his name was, or just where he lived; but it doesn't
matter at all: his kingdom was somewhere between Ashantee and Holland,
and his name sounded a little like Samuel, and a little like Dolabella,
and a good deal like Chimborazo, and yet it was not quite any of them.
But, as I said before, it doesn't matter. We will call him the King,
and that will be all that is necessary, as there is no other king in
the story.

This King was very fond of music; in fact, he was excessively fond of
it. He kept four bands of music playing all day long. The first was
a brass band, the second was a string band, the third was a rubber
band, and the fourth was a man who played on the jews-harp. (Some
people thought he ought not to be called a band, but he said he was all
the jews-harp band there was, and that was very true.) The four bands
played all day long on the four sides of the grand courtyard, and the
King sat on a throne in the middle and transacted affairs of state.
And when His Majesty went to bed at night, the grand chamberlain wound
up a musical-box that was in his pillow, and another one in the top
bureau-drawer, and they played "The Dog's-meat Man" and "Pride of the
Pirate's Heart" till daylight did appear.

One day it occurred to the King that it would be an excellent plan
for him to learn to sing. He wondered that he had never thought of it
before. "You see," he said, "it would amuse me very much to sing while
I am out hunting. I cannot take the bands with me to the forest, for
they would frighten away the wild beasts; and I miss my music very
much on such occasions. Yes, decidedly, I will learn to sing."

So he sent for the Chief Musician, and ordered him to teach him to
sing. The Chief Musician was delighted, and said they would begin
at once. So he sat down at the piano, and struck a note. "O King,"
he said, "please sing this note." And the King sang, in a loud,
deep voice,[Illustration: B note] The Chief Musician was enchanted.
"Superb!" he cried. "Magnificent! Now, O King, please to sing _this_
note!" and he struck another note:[Illustration: G note] The King sang,
in a loud, deep voice,[Illustration: B note] The Chief Musician looked
grave. "O King," he said, "you did not quite understand me. We will try
another note." And he struck another: [Illustration: C note] The King
sang, in a loud, deep voice, [Illustration: B note] The Chief Musician
looked dejected. "I fear, O King," he said, "that you can never learn
to sing." "What do you mean by that, Chief Musician?" asked the King.
"It is your business to teach me to sing. Do you not know how to
teach?" "No man knows better," replied the Chief Musician. "But Your
Majesty has no ear for music. You never can sing but one note."

[Illustration: "'Take this man and behead him!' said the King."]

At these words the King grew purple in the face. He said nothing,
for he was a man of few words; but he rang a large bell, and an
executioner appeared. "Take this man and behead him!" said the King.
"And send me the Second Musician!"

The Second Musician came, looking very grave, for he had heard the
shrieks of his unhappy superior as he was dragged off to execution,
and he had no desire to share his fate. He bowed low, and demanded His
Majesty's pleasure. "Teach me to sing!" said His Majesty. So the Second
Musician sat down at the piano, and tried several notes, just as the
Chief Musician had done, and with the same result. Whatever note was
struck, the King still sang [Illustration: B note]

Now the Second Musician was a quick-witted fellow, and he saw in a
moment what the trouble had been with his predecessor, and saw, too,
what great peril he was in himself. So he assumed a look of grave
importance, and said solemnly, "O King, this is a very serious matter.
I cannot conceal from you that there are great obstacles in the way of
your learning to sing—" The King looked at the bell. "BUT," said the
Second Musician, "they can be overcome." The King looked away again.
"I beg," said the Second Musician, "for twenty-four hours' time for
consideration. At the end of that time I shall have decided upon the
best method of teaching; and I am bound to say this to Your Majesty,
that IF you learn to sing—" "WHAT?" said the King, looking at the
bell again. "That WHEN you learn to sing," said the Second Musician
hastily,—"_when_ you learn to sing, your singing will be like no other
that has ever been heard." This pleased the King, and he graciously
accorded the desired delay.

Accordingly the Second Musician took his leave with great humility,
and spent all that night and the following day plunged in the deepest
thought. As soon as the twenty-four hours had elapsed he again appeared
before the King, who was awaiting him impatiently, sitting on the
music-stool. "Well?" said the King. "Quite well, O King, I thank you,"
replied the Second Musician, "though somewhat fatigued by my labors."
"Pshaw!" said the King impatiently. "Have you found a way of teaching
me to sing?" "I have, O King," replied the Second Musician solemnly;
"but it is not an easy way. Nevertheless it is the only one." The King
assured him that money was no object, and begged him to unfold his
plan. "In order to learn to sing," said the Second Musician, "you must
eat a pie composed of all the singing-birds in the world. In this way
only can the difficulty of your having no natural ear for music be
overcome. If a single bird is omitted, or if you do not consume the
whole pie, the charm will have no effect. I leave Your Majesty to judge
of the difficulty of the undertaking."

Difficulty? The King would not admit that there was such a word. He
instantly summoned his Chief Huntsman, and ordered him to send other
huntsmen to every country in the world, to bring back a specimen of
every kind of singing-bird. Accordingly, as there were sixty countries
in the world at that time, sixty huntsmen started off immediately,
fully armed and equipped.

After they were gone, the King, who was very impatient, summoned his
Wise Men, and bade them look in all the books, and find out how many
kinds of singing-birds there were in the world. The Wise Men all put
their spectacles on their noses, and their noses into their books, and
after studying a long time, and adding up on their slates the number of
birds described in each book, they found that there were in all nine
thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine varieties of singing-birds.

They made their report to the King, and he was rather troubled by it;
for he remembered that the Second Musician had said he must eat every
morsel of the pie himself, or the charm would have no effect. It would
be a _very_ large pie, he thought, with nine thousand nine hundred and
ninety-nine birds in it. "The only way," he said to himself, "will be
for me to eat as little as possible until the huntsmen come back, then
I shall be very hungry. I have never been _very_ hungry in my life, so
there is no knowing how much I could eat if I were." So the King ate
nothing from one week's end to another, except bread and dripping; and
by the time the huntsmen returned he was so thin that it was really
shocking.

At last, after a long time, the sixty huntsmen returned, laden down
with huge bags, the contents of which they piled up in a great heap
in the middle of the courtyard. A mountain of birds! Such a thing had
never been seen before. The mountain was so high that everybody thought
the full number of birds must be there; and the Chief Cook began to
make his preparations, and sent to borrow the garden roller from John
the gardener, as his own was not big enough to roll out such a quantity
of paste.

The King and the Wise Men next proceeded to count the birds. But alas!
what was their sorrow to find that the number fell short by one! They
counted again and again; but it was of no use: there were only nine
thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight birds in the pile.

The next thing was to find out what bird was missing. So the Wise
Men sorted all the birds, and compared them with the pictures in the
books, and studied so hard that they wore out three pairs of spectacles
apiece; and at last they discovered that the missing bird was the
"Golden-breasted Kootoo." The chief Wise Man read aloud from the
biggest book:—

"The Golden-breasted Kootoo, the most beautiful and the most melodious
of singing birds, is found only in secluded parts of the Vale of
Coringo. Its plumage is of a brilliant golden yellow, except on the
back, where it is streaked with green. Its beak is—"

"There! there!" interrupted the King impatiently; "never mind about its
beak. Tell the Lord Chamberlain to pack my best wig and a clean shirt,
and send them after me by a courier; and, Chief Huntsman, follow me. We
start this moment for the Vale of Coringo!"

And actually, if you will believe it, the King _did_ start off in less
than an hour from the counting of the birds. He rode on horseback, and
was accompanied only by the Chief Huntsman and the jews-harp band, the
courier being obliged to wait for the King's best wig to be curled.

[Illustration: "He rode on horseback, and was accompanied only by the
Chief Huntsman and the jews-harp band."]

The poor Band had a hard time of it; for he had a very frisky horse,
and found it extremely difficult to manage the beast with one hand
and hold the jews-harp with the other; but the King, with much
ingenuity, fastened the head of the horse to the tail of his own steady
cob, thereby enabling the musician to give all his attention to his
instrument. The music was a trifle jerky at times; but what of that? It
was music, and the King was satisfied.

They rode night and day, and at length arrived at the Vale of Coringo,
and took lodgings at the principal hotel. The King was very weary, as
he had been riding for a week without stopping. So he went to bed at
once, and slept for two whole days.

On the morning of the third day he was roused from a wonderful dream
(in which he was singing a duet with the Golden-breasted Kootoo, to a
jews-harp accompaniment) by the sound of music. The King sat up in bed,
and listened. It was a bird's song that he heard, and it seemed to come
from the vines outside his window. But what a song it was! And what a
bird it must be that could utter such wondrous sounds! He listened, too
enchanted to move, while the magical song swelled louder and clearer,
filling the air with melody. At last he rose, and crept softly to the
window. There, on a swinging vine, sat a beautiful bird, all golden
yellow, with streaks of green on its back.

[Illustration: "Seizing his gun, he hastily descended the stairs."]

It was the Golden-breasted Kootoo! There could be no doubt about it,
even if its marvellous song had not announced it as the sweetest singer
of the whole world. Very quietly, but trembling with excitement, the
King put on his slippers and his flowered dressing-gown, and seizing
his gun, he hastily descended the stairs.

It was early dawn, and nobody was awake in the hotel except the Boots,
who was blacking his namesakes in the back hall. He saw the King come
down, and thought he had come to get his boots; but the monarch paid
no attention to him, quietly unbolted the front door, and slipped
out into the garden. Was he too late? Had the bird flown? No, the
magic song still rose from the vines outside his chamber-window. But
even now, as the King approached, a fluttering was heard, and the
Golden-breasted Kootoo, spreading its wings, flew slowly away over the
garden wall, and away towards the mountain which rose just behind the
hotel. The King followed, clambering painfully over the high wall, and
leaving fragments of his brocade dressing-gown on the sharp spikes
which garnished it. Once over, he made all speed, and found that he
could well keep the bird in sight, for it was flying very slowly.
A provoking bird it was, to be sure! It would fly a little way, and
then, alighting on a bush or hanging spray, would pour forth a flood
of melody, as if inviting its pursuer to come nearer; but before the
unhappy King could get within gunshot, it would flutter slowly onward,
keeping just out of reach, and uttering a series of mocking notes,
which seemed to laugh at his efforts. On and on flew the bird, up the
steep mountain; on and on went the King in pursuit. It is all very well
to _fly_ up a mountain; but to crawl and climb up, with a heavy gun in
one's hand, and one's dressing-gown catching on every sharp point of
rock, and the tassel of one's nightcap bobbing into one's eyes, is a
very different matter, I can tell you. But the King never thought of
stopping for an instant; not he! He lost first one slipper, and then
the other; the cord and tassels of his dressing-gown tripped him up,
so that he fell and almost broke his nose; and finally his gun slipped
from his hold and went crashing down over a precipice; but still the
King climbed on and on, breathless but undaunted.

At length, at the very top of the mountain, as it seemed, the bird made
a longer pause than usual. It lighted on a point of rock, and folding
its wings, seemed really to wait for the King, singing, meanwhile,
a song of the most inviting and encouraging description. Nearer and
nearer crept the King, and still the bird did not move. He was within
arm's length, and was just stretching out his arm to seize the prize,
when it fluttered off the rock. Frantic with excitement, the King made
a desperate clutch after it, and—

PART II.

AT eight o'clock the landlady knocked at the King's door. "Hot water,
Your Majesty," she said. "Shall I bring the can in? And the Band
desires his respects, and would you wish him to play while you are
a-dressing, being as you didn't bring a music-box with you?"

Receiving no answer, after knocking several times, the good woman
opened the door very cautiously, and peeped in, fully expecting to
see the royal night-cap reposing calmly on the pillow. What was her
amazement at finding the room empty; no sign of the King was to be
seen, although his pink-silk knee-breeches lay on a chair, and his
ermine mantle and his crown were hanging on a peg against the wall.

The landlady gave the alarm at once. The King had disappeared! He had
been robbed, murdered; the assassins had chopped him up into little
pieces and carried him away in a bundle-handkerchief! "Murder! police!
fire!!!!"

In the midst of the wild confusion the voice of the Boots was heard.
"Please, 'm, I see His Majesty go out at about five o'clock this
morning."

Again the chorus rose: he had run away; he had gone to surprise and
slay the King of Coringo while he was taking his morning chocolate; he
had gone to take a bath in the river, and was drowned! "Murder! police!"

The voice of the Boots was heard again. "And please, 'm, he's a sittin'
out in the courtyard now; and please, 'm, I think he's crazy!"

Out rushed everybody, pell-mell, into the courtyard. There, on
the ground, sat the King, with his tattered dressing-gown wrapped
majestically about him. An ecstatic smile illuminated his face, while
he clasped in his arms a large bird with shining plumage.

"Bless me!" cried the poultry-woman. "If he hasn't got my Shanghai
rooster that I couldn't catch last night!"

The King, hearing voices, looked round, and smiled graciously on the
astonished crowd. "Good people," he said, "success has crowned my
efforts. I have found the Golden-breasted Kootoo! You shall all have
ten pounds apiece, in honor of this joyful event, and the landlady
shall be made a baroness in her own right!"

"But," said the poultry-woman, "it is my Shang—"

"Be still, you idiot!" whispered the landlady, putting her hand over
the woman's mouth. "Do you want to lose your ten pounds and your head
too? If the King has caught the Golden-breasted Kootoo, why, then it
_is_ the Golden-breasted Kootoo, as sure as I am a baroness!" and she
added in a still lower tone, "There hasn't been a Kootoo seen in the
Vale for ten years; the birds have died out."

Great were the rejoicings at the palace when the King returned in
triumph, bringing with him the much-coveted prize, the Golden-breasted
Kootoo. The bands played until they almost killed themselves; the cooks
waved their ladles and set to work at once on the pie; the huntsmen
sang hunting-songs. All was joy and rapture, except in the breast of
one man; that man was the Second Musician, or, as we should now call
him, the Chief Musician. He felt no thrill of joy at sight of the
wondrous bird; on the contrary, he made his will, and prepared to leave
the country at once; but when the pie was finished, and he saw its huge
dimensions, he was comforted. "No man," he said to himself, "can eat
the whole of that pie and live!"

Alas! he was right. The unhappy King fell a victim to his musical
ambition before he had half finished his pie, and died in a fit. His
subjects ate the remainder of the mighty pasty, with mingled tears and
smiles, as a memorial feast; and if the Golden-breasted Kootoo _was_ a
Shanghai rooster, nobody in the kingdom was ever the wiser for it.

THE STORY OF HOKEY POKEY.

HOKEY POKEY was the youngest of a large family of children. His elder
brothers, as they grew up, all became either butchers or bakers or
makers of candlesticks, for such was the custom of the family. But
Hokey Pokey would be none of these things; so when he was grown to be a
tall youth he went to his father and said, "Give me my fortune."

"Will you be a butcher?" asked his father.

"No!" said Hokey Pokey.

"Will you be a baker?"

"No, again."

"Will you make candlesticks?"

"Nor that either!"

"Then," said his father, "this is the only fortune I can give you;" and
with that he took up his cudgel and gave the youth a stout beating.
"Now you cannot complain that I gave you nothing!" said he.

"That is true!" said Hokey Pokey. "But give me also the wooden mallet
which lies on the shelf, and I will make my way through the world."

His father gave him the mallet, glad to be so easily rid of him, and
Hokey Pokey went out into the world to seek his fortune. He walked
all day, and at nightfall he came to a small village. Feeling hungry,
he went into a baker's shop, intending to buy a loaf of bread for his
supper. There was a great noise and confusion in the back part of the
shop; and on going to see what was the matter, he found the baker on
his knees beside a large box or chest, which he was trying with might
and main to keep shut. But there was something inside the box which was
trying just as hard to get out, and it screamed and kicked, and pushed
the lid up as often as the baker shut it down.

"What have you there in the box?" asked Hokey Pokey.

"I have my wife," replied the baker. "She is so frightfully
ill-tempered that whenever I am going to bake bread I am obliged to
shut her up in this box, lest she push me into the oven and bake me
with the bread, as she has often threatened to do. But to-day she has
broken the lock of the box, and I know not how to keep her down."

"That is easily managed," said Hokey Pokey. "Do you but tell her, when
she asks who I am, that I am a giant with three heads, and all will be
well." So saying, he took his wooden mallet and dealt three tremendous
blows on the box, saying in a loud voice,—

    "Hickory Hox!
     I sit by the box,
     Waiting to give you a few of my knocks."

"Husband, husband! whom have you there?" cried the wife in terror.

"Alas!" said the baker; "it is a frightful giant with three heads. He
is sitting by the box, and if you open it so much as the width of your
little finger, he will pull you out and beat you to powder."

When the wife heard that she crouched down in the box, and said never a
word, for she was afraid of her life.

The baker then took Hokey Pokey into the other part of the shop,
thanked him warmly, and gave him a good supper and a bed. The next
morning he gave him for a present the finest loaf of bread in his
shop, which was shaped like a large round ball; and Hokey Pokey, after
knocking once more on the lid of the box, continued his travels.

He had not gone far before he came to another village, and wishing to
inquire his way he entered the first shop he came to, which proved to
be that of a confectioner. The shop was full of the most beautiful
sweetmeats imaginable, and everything was bright and gay; but the
confectioner himself sat upon a bench, weeping bitterly.

"What ails you, friend?" asked Hokey Pokey; "and why do you weep, when
you are surrounded by the most delightful things in the world?"

"Alas!" replied the confectioner. "That is just the cause of my
trouble. The sweetmeats that I make are so good that their fame has
spread far and wide, and the Rat King, hearing of them, has taken
up his abode in my cellar. Every night he comes up and eats all the
sweetmeats I have made the day before. There is no comfort in my life,
and I am thinking of becoming a rope-maker and hanging myself with the
first rope I make."

"Why don't you set a trap for him?" asked Hokey Pokey.

"I have set fifty-nine traps," replied the confectioner, "but he is so
strong that he breaks them all."

"Poison him," suggested Hokey Pokey.

"He dislikes poison," said the confectioner, "and will not take it in
any form."

"In that case," said Hokey Pokey, "leave him to me. Go away, and hide
yourself for a few minutes, and all will be well."

The confectioner retired behind a large screen, having first showed
Hokey Pokey the hole of the Rat King, which was certainly a very large
one. Hokey Pokey sat down by the hole, with his mallet in his hand, and
said in a squeaking voice,—

    "Ratly King! Kingly Rat!
     Here your mate comes pit-a-pat.
     Come and see; the way is free;
     Hear my signal: one! two! three!"

[Illustration: "The confectioner thanked him warmly."]

And he scratched three times on the floor. Almost immediately the head
of a rat popped up through the hole. He was a huge rat, quite as large
as a cat; but his size was no help to him, for as soon as he appeared,
Hokey Pokey dealt him such a blow with his mallet that he fell down
dead without even a squeak. Then Hokey Pokey called the confectioner,
who came out from behind the screen and thanked him warmly; he also
bade him choose anything he liked in the shop, in payment for his
services.

"Can you match this?" asked Hokey Pokey, showing his round ball of
bread.

"That can I!" said the confectioner; and he brought out a most
beautiful ball, twice as large as the loaf, composed of the finest
sweetmeats in the world, red and yellow and white. Hokey Pokey took it
with many thanks, and then went on his way.

The next day he came to a third village, in the streets of which the
people were all running to and fro in the wildest confusion.

"What is the matter?" asked Hokey Pokey, as one man ran directly into
his arms.

"Alas!" replied the man. "A wild bull has got into the principal
china-shop, and is breaking all the beautiful dishes."

"Why do you not drive him out?" asked Hokey Pokey.

"We are afraid to do that," said the man; "but we are running up and
down to express our emotion and sympathy, and that is something."

"Show me the china-shop!" said Hokey Pokey.

So the man showed him the china-shop; and there, sure enough, was a
furious bull, making most terrible havoc. He was dancing up and down
on a Dresden dinner set, and butting at the Chinese mandarins, and
switching down finger-bowls and tea-pots with his tail, bellowing
meanwhile in the most outrageous manner. The floor was covered with
broken crockery, and the whole scene was melancholy to behold.

Now when Hokey Pokey saw this, he said to the owner of the china-shop,
who was tearing his hair in a frenzy of despair, "Stop tearing your
hair, which is indeed a senseless occupation, and I will manage this
matter for you. Bring me a red cotton umbrella, and all will yet be
well."

So the china-shop man brought him a red cotton umbrella, and Hokey
Pokey began to open and shut it violently in front of the door. When
the bull saw that, he stopped dancing on the Dresden dinner set and
came charging out of the shop, straight towards the red umbrella. When
he came near enough, Hokey Pokey dropped the umbrella, and raising his
wooden mallet hit the bull such a blow on the muzzle that he fell down
dead, and never bellowed again.

The people all flung up their hats, and cheered, and ran up and down
all the more, to express their gratification. As for the china-shop
man, he threw his arms round Hokey Pokey's neck, called him his
cherished preserver, and bade him choose anything that was left in his
shop in payment for his services.

"Can you match these?" asked Hokey Pokey, holding up the loaf of bread
and the ball of sweetmeats.

"That can I," said the shop-man; and he brought out a huge ball of
solid ivory, inlaid with gold and silver, and truly lovely to behold.
It was very heavy, being twice as large as the ball of sweetmeats; but
Hokey Pokey took it, and, after thanking the shop-man and receiving his
thanks in return, he proceeded on his way.

After walking for several days, he came to a fair, large castle, in
front of which sat a man on horseback. When the man saw Hokey Pokey, he
called out,—

"Who are you, and what do you bring to the mighty Dragon, lord of this
castle?"

"Hokey Pokey is my name," replied the youth, "and strange things do I
bring. But what does the mighty Dragon want, for example?"

"He wants something new to eat," said the man on horseback. "He has
eaten of everything that is known in the world, and pines for something
new. He who brings him a new dish, never before tasted by him, shall
have a thousand crowns and a new jacket; but he who fails, after three
trials, shall have his jacket taken away from him, and his head cut off
besides."

"I bring strange food," said Hokey Pokey. "Let me pass in, that I may
serve the mighty Dragon."

Then the man on horseback lowered his lance, and let him pass in, and
in short space he came before the mighty Dragon. The Dragon sat on
a silver throne, with a golden knife in one hand, and a golden fork
in the other. Around him were many people, who offered him dishes of
every description; but he would none of them, for he had tasted them
all before; and he howled with hunger on his silver throne. Then came
forward Hokey Pokey, and said boldly,—

"Here come I, Hokey Pokey, bringing strange food for the mighty Dragon."

The Dragon howled again, and waving his knife and fork, bade Hokey
Pokey give the food to the attendants, that they might serve him.

"Not so," said Hokey Pokey. "I must serve you myself, most mighty
Dragon, else you shall not taste of my food. Therefore put down your
knife and fork, and open your mouth, and you shall see what you shall
see."

So the Dragon, after summoning the man-with-the-thousand-crowns
and the man-with-the-new-jacket to one side of his throne, and the
man-to-take-away-the-old-jacket and the executioner to the other, laid
down his knife and fork and opened his mouth. Hokey Pokey stepped
lightly forward, and dropped the round loaf down the great red throat.
The Dragon shut his jaws together with a snap, and swallowed the loaf
in two gulps.

"That is good," he said; "but it is not new. I have eaten much bread,
though never before in a round loaf. Have you anything more? Or shall
the man take away your jacket?"

"I have this, an it please you," said Hokey Pokey; and he dropped the
ball of sweetmeats into the Dragon's mouth.

When the Dragon tasted this, he rolled his eyes round and round, and
was speechless with delight for some time. At length he said, "Worthy
youth, this is very good; it is extremely good; it is better than
anything I ever tasted. Nevertheless, it is not new; for I have tasted
the same kind of thing before, only not nearly so good. And now,
unless you are positively sure that you have something new for your
third trial, you really might as well take off your jacket; and the
executioner shall take off your head at the same time, as it is getting
rather late. Executioner, do your—"

"Craving your pardon, most mighty Dragon," said Hokey Pokey, "I will
first make my third trial;" and with that he dropped the ivory ball
into the Dragon's mouth.

"Gug-wugg-gllll-grrr!" said the Dragon, for the ball had stuck fast,
being too big for him to swallow.

Then Hokey Pokey lifted his mallet and struck one tremendous blow upon
the ball, driving it far down the throat of the monster, and killing
him most fatally dead. He rolled off the throne like a scaly log, and
his crown fell off and rolled to Hokey Pokey's feet. The youth picked
it up and put it on his own head, and then called the people about him
and addressed them.

[Illustration: "'People,' he said, 'I am Hokey Pokey.'"]

"People," he said, "I am Hokey Pokey, and I have come from a far land
to rule over you. Your Dragon have I slain, and now I am your king; and
if you will always do exactly what I tell you to do, you will have no
further trouble."

So the people threw up their caps and cried, "Long live Hokey Pokey!"
and they always did exactly as he told them, and had no further
trouble.

And Hokey Pokey sent for his three brothers, and made them Chief
Butcher, Chief Baker, and Chief Candlestick-maker of his kingdom. But
to his father he sent a large cudgel made of pure gold, with these
words engraved on it: "Now you cannot complain that I have given you
nothing!"

THE AMBITIOUS ROCKING-HORSE.

THERE was once a rocking-horse, but he did not want to be a
rocking-horse. He wanted to be a trotter.

He went to a jockey and asked him if he would like to buy a trotter.

"Where is your trotter?" asked the jockey.

"Me's him!" said the rocking-horse. That was all the grammar he knew.

"Oh!" said the jockey. "You are the trotter, eh?"

"Yes," said the rocking-horse. "What will you give me for myself?"

"A bushel of shavings," said the jockey.

The rocking-horse thought that was better than nothing, so he sold
himself. Then the jockey took him to another jockey who was blind, and
told him (the blind jockey) that this was the Sky-born Snorter of the
Sarsaparillas, and that he could trot two miles in a minute. So the
blind jockey bought him, and paid ten thousand dollars for him.

[Illustration: "'Me's him,' said the rocking-horse."]

There was a race the next day, and the blind jockey took the Sky-born
Snorter to the race-course, and started him with the other horses. The
other horses trotted away round the course, but the Sky-born Snorter
stayed just where he was, and rocked: and when the other horses came
round the turn, there he was waiting for them at the judge's stand.
So he won the race; and the judge gave the prize, which was a white
buffalo, to the blind jockey.

The jockey put the Sky-born Snorter in the stable, and then went to get
his white buffalo; and while he was gone, the other jockeys came into
the stable to see the new horse.

"Why, he's a rocking-horse!" said one of them.

"Hush!" said the Sky-born Snorter. "Yes, I am a rocking-horse, but
don't tell my master. He doesn't know it, and he paid ten thousand
dollars for me."

"Whom did he pay it to?" asked the jockeys.

"To the other jockey, who bought me from myself," replied the Snorter.

"Oh! and what did _he_ give for you?"

"A bushel of shavings," said the Snorter.

"Ah!" said one of the jockeys. "A bushel of shavings, eh? Now, how
would you like to have those shavings turned into gold?"

"Very much indeed!" cried the Sky-born.

"Well," said the jockey, "bring them here, and we will change them for
you."

So the rocking-horse went and fetched the shavings, and the jockeys set
fire to them. The flames shot up, bright and yellow.

"See!" cried the jockeys. "The shavings are all turned into gold. Now
we will see what we can do for you." And they took the Sky-born Snorter
and put him in the fire, and he turned into gold too, and was all
burned up. And the blind jockey drove the white buffalo all the rest of
his life, and never knew the difference.

Moral: Don't be ambitious!

"OH, DEAR!"

CHIMBORAZO was a very unhappy boy. He pouted, and he sulked, and
he said, "Oh, dear! oh, dear! oh, dear! oh, dear!" He said it till
everybody was tired of hearing it.

"Chimborazo," his mother would say, "please don't say, 'Oh, dear!' any
more. It is very annoying. Say something else."

"Oh, dear!" the boy would answer, "I can't! I don't know anything else
to say. Oh, dear! Oh, _dear_!! oh, DEAR!!!"

One day his mother could not bear it any longer, and she sent for his
fairy godmother, and told her all about it.

"Humph!" said the fairy godmother. "I will see to it. Send the boy to
me!"

So Chimborazo was sent for, and came, hanging his head as usual. When
he saw his fairy godmother, he said, "Oh, dear!" for he was rather
afraid of her.

"'Oh, dear!' it is!" said the godmother sharply; and she put on her
spectacles and looked at him. "Do you know what a bell-punch is?"

"Oh, dear!" said Chimborazo. "No, ma'am, I don't!"

"Well," said the godmother, "I am going to give you one."

"Oh, dear!" said Chimborazo, "I don't want one."

"Probably not," replied she, "but that doesn't make much difference.
You have it now, in your jacket pocket."

Chimborazo felt in his pocket, and took out a queer-looking instrument
of shining metal. "Oh, dear!" he said.

"'Oh, dear!' it is!" said the fairy godmother. "Now," she continued,
"listen to me, Chimborazo! I am going to put you on an allowance
of 'Oh, dears.' This is a self-acting bell-punch, and it will ring
whenever you say 'Oh, dear!' How many times do you generally say it in
the course of the day?"

"Oh, dear!" said Chimborazo, "I don't know. Oh, _dear_!"

"_Ting! ting!_" the bell-punch rang twice sharply; and looking at it
in dismay, he saw two little round holes punched in a long slip of
pasteboard which was fastened to the instrument.

"Exactly!" said the fairy. "That is the way it works, and a very pretty
way, too. Now, my boy, I am going to make you a very liberal allowance.
You may say 'Oh, dear!' forty-five times a day. There's liberality for
you!"

"Oh, dear!" cried Chimborazo, "I—"

"_Ting!_" said the bell-punch.

"You see!" observed the fairy. "Nothing could be prettier. You have now
had three of this day's allowance. It is still some hours before noon,
so I advise you to be careful. If you exceed the allowance—" Here she
paused, and glowered through her spectacles in a very dreadful manner.

"Oh, dear!" cried Chimborazo. "What will happen then?"

"You will see!" said the fairy godmother, with a nod. "_Something_
will happen, you may be very sure of that. Good-by. Remember, only
forty-five!" And away she flew out of the window.

"Oh, dear!" cried Chimborazo, bursting into tears. "I don't want it! I
won't have it! Oh, _dear_! oh, dear! oh, dear! oh, dear! oh, DEAR!!!"

"Ting! ting! ting-ting-ting-_ting_!" said the bell-punch; and now there
were ten round holes in the strip of pasteboard. Chimborazo was now
really frightened. He was silent for some time; and when his mother
called him to his lessons he tried very hard not to say the dangerous
words. But the habit was so strong that he said them unconsciously. By
dinner-time there were twenty-five holes in the cardboard strip; by
tea-time there were forty! Poor Chimborazo! he was afraid to open his
lips, for whenever he did the words would slip out in spite of him.

"Well, Chimbo," said his father after tea, "I hear you have had a visit
from your fairy godmother. What did she say to you, eh?"

"Oh, dear!" said Chimborazo, "she said—oh, dear! I've said it again!"

"She said, 'Oh, dear! I've said it again!'" repeated his father. "What
do you mean by that?"

"Oh, dear! I didn't mean that," cried Chimborazo hastily; and again the
inexorable bell rang, and he knew that another hole was punched in the
fatal cardboard. He pressed his lips firmly together, and did not open
them again except to say "Good-night," until he was safe in his own
room. Then he hastily drew the hated bell-punch from his pocket, and
counted the holes in the strip of cardboard; there were forty-three!
"Oh, _dear_!" cried the boy, forgetting himself again in his alarm,
"only two more! Oh, _dear_! oh, DEAR! I've done it again! oh—" "Ting!
ting!" went the bell-punch; and the cardboard was punched to the end.
"Oh, dear!" cried Chimborazo, now beside himself with terror. "Oh,
dear! oh, dear! oh, dear! oh, _dear_!! what will become of me?"

A strange whirring noise was heard, then a loud clang; and the next
moment the bell-punch, as if it were alive, flew out of his hand, out
of the window, and was gone!

Chimborazo stood breathless with terror for a few minutes, momentarily
expecting that the roof would fall in on his head, or the floor blow up
under his feet, or some appalling catastrophe of some kind follow; but
nothing followed. Everything was quiet, and there seemed to be nothing
to do but go to bed; and so to bed he went, and slept, only to dream
that he was shot through the head with a bell-punch, and died saying,
"Oh, dear!"

The next morning, when Chimborazo came downstairs, his father said, "My
boy, I am going to drive over to your grandfather's farm this morning;
would you like to go with me?"

A drive to the farm was one of the greatest pleasures Chimborazo had,
so he answered promptly, "Oh, _dear_!"

"Oh, very well!" said his father, looking much surprised. "You need
not go, my son, if you do not want to. I will take Robert instead."

Poor Chimborazo! He had opened his lips to say, "Thank you, papa. I
should like to go _very_ much!" and, instead of these words, out had
popped, in his most doleful tone, the now hated "Oh, dear!" He sat
amazed; but was roused by his mother's calling him to breakfast.

"Come, Chimbo," she said. "Here are sausages and scrambled eggs: and
you are very fond of both of them. Which will you have?"

Chimborazo hastened to say, "Sausages, please, mamma,"—that is, he
hastened to _try_ to say it; but all his mother heard was, "Oh, _dear_!"

His father looked much displeased. "Give the boy some bread and water,
wife," he said sternly. "If he cannot answer properly, he must be
taught. I have had enough of this 'oh, dear!' business."

Poor Chimborazo! He saw plainly enough now what his punishment was to
be; and the thought of it made him tremble. He tried to ask for some
more bread, but only brought out his "Oh, _dear_!" in such a lamentable
tone that his father ordered him to leave the room. He went out into
the garden, and there he met John the gardener, carrying a basket of
rosy apples. Oh! how good they looked!

"I am bringing some of the finest apples up to the house, little
master," said John. "Will you have one to put in your pocket?"

"Oh, _dear_!" was all the poor boy could say, though he wanted an
apple, oh, so much! And when John heard that he put the apple back in
his basket, muttering something about ungrateful monkeys.

Poor Chimborazo! I will not give the whole history of that miserable
day,—a miserable day it was from beginning to end. He fared no better
at dinner than at breakfast; for at the second "Oh, dear!" his father
sent him up to his room, "to stay there until he knew how to take what
was given him, and be thankful for it." He knew well enough by this
time; but he could not tell his father so. He went to his room, and sat
looking out of the window, a hungry and miserable boy.

In the afternoon his cousin Will came up to see him. "Why, Chimbo!" he
cried. "Why do you sit moping here in the house, when all the boys are
out? Come and play marbles with me on the piazza. Ned and Harry are out
there waiting for you. Come on!"

"Oh, dear!" said Chimborazo.

"What's the matter?" asked Will. "Haven't you any marbles? Never mind.
I'll give you half of mine, if you like. Come!"

"Oh, DEAR!" said Chimborazo.

"Well," said Will, "if that's all you have to say when I offer you
marbles, I'll keep them myself. I suppose you expected me to give you
all of them, did you? I never saw such a fellow!" and off he went in a
huff.

       *       *       *       *       *

"Well, Chimborazo," said the fairy godmother "what do you think of 'Oh,
dear!' now?"

Chimborazo looked at her beseechingly, but said nothing.

"Finding that forty-five times was not enough for you yesterday, I
thought I would let you have all you wanted to-day, you see," said the
fairy wickedly.

[Illustration: "Touching his lips with her wand."]

The boy still looked imploringly at her, but did not open his lips.

"Well, well," she said at last, touching his lips with her wand, "I
think that is enough in the way of punishment, though I am sorry you
broke the bell-punch. Good-by! I don't believe you will say 'Oh, dear!'
any more."

And he didn't.

THE TRAVELLER, THE COOK, AND THE LITTLE OLD MAN.

ONCE upon a time there was a little old man who lived in a well. He was
a very small little old man, and the well was very deep; and the only
reason why he lived there was because he could not get out. Indeed,
what better reason could he have?

He had long white hair, and a long red nose, and a long green coat;
and this was all he had in the world, except a three-legged stool, a
large iron kettle, and a cook. There was not room in the well for the
cook; so she lived on the ground above, and cooked the little old man's
dinner and supper in the iron kettle, and lowered them down to him in
the bucket; and the little old man sat on the three-legged stool, and
ate whatever the cook sent down to him, with a cheerful heart, if it
was good; and so things went on very pleasantly.

[Illustration: "The old man thought it was raining."]

But one day it happened that the cook could not find anything for the
old man's dinner. She looked high, and she looked low, but nothing
could she find; so she was very unhappy; for she knew her master would
be miserable if he had no dinner. She sat down by the well, and wept
bitterly; and her tears fell into the well so fast that the little old
man thought it was raining, and put up a red cotton umbrella, which he
borrowed for the occasion. You may wonder where he borrowed it; but I
cannot tell you, because I do not know.

Now, at that moment a traveller happened to pass by, and when he saw
the cook sitting by the well and weeping, he stopped, and asked her
what was the matter. The cook told him that she was weeping because she
could not find anything to cook for her master's dinner.

"And who is your master?" asked the traveller.

"He is a little old man," replied the cook; "and he lives down in this
well."

"Why does he live there?" inquired the traveller.

"I do not know," answered the cook; "I never asked him."

"He must be a singular person," said the traveller. "I should like to
see him. What does he look like?"

But this the cook could not tell him; for she had never seen the little
old man, having come to work for him after he had gone down to live in
the well.

"Does he like to receive visitors?" asked the traveller.

"Don't know," said the cook. "He has never had any to receive since I
have been here."

"Humph!" said the other. "I think I will go down and pay my respects to
him. Will you let me down in the bucket?"

"But suppose he should mistake you for his dinner, and eat you up?" the
cook suggested.

"Pooh!" he replied. "No fear of that; I can take care of myself. And
as for his dinner," he added, "get him some radishes. There are plenty
about here. I had nothing but radishes for my dinner, and very good
they were, though rather biting. Let down the bucket, please! I am all
right."

"What are radishes?" the cook called after him as he went down.

"Long red things, stupid! with green leaves to them!" he shouted; and
then, in a moment, he found himself at the bottom of the well.

The little old man was delighted to see him, and told him that he had
lived down there forty years, and had never had a visitor before in all
that time.

"Why do you live down here?" inquired the traveller.

"Because I cannot get out," replied the little old man.

"But how did you get down here in the first place?"

"Really," he said, "it is so long ago that I hardly remember. My
impression is, however, that I came down in the bucket."

"Then why, in the name of common-sense," said the traveller, "don't you
go _up_ in the bucket?"

The little old man sprang up from the three-legged stool, and flung
his arms around the traveller's neck. "My _dear_ friend!" he cried
rapturously. "My precious benefactor! Thank you a thousand times for
those words! I assure you I never thought of it before! I will go up at
once. You will excuse me?"

"Certainly," said the traveller. "Go up first, and I will follow you."

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The little old man got into the bucket, and was drawn up to the top
of the well. But, alas! when the cook saw his long red nose and his
long green coat, she said to herself, "This must be a radish! how
lucky I am!" and seizing the poor little old man, she popped him into
the kettle without more ado. Then she let the bucket down for the
traveller, calling to him to make haste, as she wanted to send down her
master's dinner.

Up came the traveller, and looking around, asked where her master was.

"Where should he be," said the cook, "but at the bottom of the well,
where you left him?"

"What do you mean?" exclaimed the traveller. "He has just come up in
the bucket!"

"_Oh_!" cried the cook. "Oh! _oh_!! o-o-o-h!!! was that my master? Why,
I thought he was a radish, and I have boiled him for his own dinner!"

"I hope he will have a good appetite!" said the traveller.

The cook was a good woman, and her grief was so excessive that she fell
into the kettle and was boiled too.

Then the traveller, who had formerly been an ogre by profession, said,
"'Tis an ill wind that blows nobody any good! My dinner was very
insufficient;" and he ate both the little old man and the cook, and
proceeded on his journey with a cheerful heart.

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Obvious punctuation errors repaired.

Page 56, "the" changed to "she" (she knew her master would)

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Striking basalt peaks and lush deep valleys of acacia and mango trees make Ua Pou one of the most unique and enticing islands in the Marquesas.
Ua Pou is located about 50km south of Nuku Hiva and is renowned for her four high basalt pillars that reach above the surrounding mountains. The highest of these pillars, Mount Oave is 1,230m above sea level and is indeed the highest elevation in the Marquesas.
The quaint village of Hakahau houses a unique church that combines ancient Polynesian traditions with modern Christianity in a beautiful blend of cultures.
A short walk up behind the small port and you will enjoy stunning views of the bay below and the surrounding mountain peaks.
Ua Pou residents welcome visitors with a local artist market where they showcase and sell their wood carvings, paintings, stone and bone carvings as well as a vast choice of locally made jewellery.
The pension Pukuee is located 200 meters from the village of Hakahau, on the south coast of Ua Pou. The pension offers several rooms, with shared bath and toilet. The huge terrace of the pension opens onto a pleasant garden, where there is a small swimming pool. The pension offers a breathtaking panoramic view of the bay, the beach, the village,the green valley and the high peaks of the island centre.


I think this argument should be based on funding. Why should I as a taxpaying Jew or a taxpaying Muslim be forced to sponsor a monument for another religion on public property? The court has ruled that a baker is not required to decorate a cake for a gay couple if it is against his religious beliefs. So why does the baker have an exemption to not support something he opposes but I as a taxpayer would be forced to fund a symbol of a religion I oppose or do not adhere to?
It is a cross - It is a religious symbol!
It is on government property!!
It is illegal, and unethical!!!
Also, there are no gods!
The cross is definitely a "cross." However, it is ordained with words, "Valor" & "Courage". I believe it also lists the 49 names of those who perished in WWI and there is a bronze mural or two. Nothing overtly Christian. SCOTUS has a tough one on their hands.
I say take the cross part of the statue off of the wall and put a rectangle gold marker at the top that explains the same information on the wall to express our love for those who died in the war for this country doing that time. If there isn't any wording on the wall add the wording explaining what this status stands for. We want the world to know that we are thankful for the men and woman who gave their life and service doing the war.


Recently, I found myself tuned in to Cesar Milan (you know, the Dog Whisperer), and he was promoting an upcoming show in which a couple needed his help with their bulldog mix who'd bitten their 3-year-old child.
The couple trained horses for a living, and the mom — despite the boy's scars, despite her husband's pleas to get rid of the dog — prided her abilities and refused to admit defeat. Even if the dog bit the boy again.
This was her BABY. Her only child. Yet she turned a deaf ear on reason.
Stuff like that infuriates me.
When Domer was little, like many kids, he was afraid of dogs. It started when the neighbor's Weimaraner jumped on him and slid its claws straight down his back. The mental trauma was much worse than the scratches.
I figured the best way to counteract his fear was to get a nice, gentle dog of our own. After shopping around, I found a beautiful Eskimo Spitz and brought him home.
At first, everything was fine. Domer was tentative around the dog, but I could tell he was warming up. Then, without cause, the dog started growling, snarling, nipping, and jumping on us. I chalked it up to playing, but Domer wasn't having any of it.
Instead, my poor son refused to get down on the floor for fear of the dog. As soon as he'd come into the kitchen, he'd perch atop the counters (where the dog couldn't reach him) and scoot from one counter to another.
I couldn't have that, so reluctantly, I found a new home and a good family for the dog.
A few years passed, and we tried again. This time, Darling Doggie Dallas came home with us, and he's been an angel. Shelties are easy to train and want to please their owners. Dallas doesn't jump on people (usually), and when Domer comes home, he and the dog spend lots of time cuddling and chilaxing.
But if Dallas hadn't worked out, he, too, would have been shipped off. No dog is worth more than my own kid.
I don't know how Cesar's training went for this couple with the bulldog, but I have my suspicions. I'm betting the couple got divorced, Dad got the kid, and crazy Mom got the mean ole bully.
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I agree, Debbie! I would have found the dog a new home as well. No dog is worth putting child in harm's way.
Because my mother was such an animal lover (especially dogs), we were raised having dogs in our home. We were taught to respect dogs (and all animals), but if there had ever been a time when one of our dogs were like the one in this story, even she would have gotten rid of it.
And just from looking at the photos you've shared of Dallas, I can tell he's an angel. Sweet, gentle, and very lovable!
Have a terrific Thursday, dear friend!
Thanks for understanding, Ron. I'm a dog-lover, too — from way back — but owning a pet is a choice and requires a level of responsibility. It's up to the parents to set the tone, and I can't help wondering what the little boy in this program must think. Even a three-year-old must know when he ranks behind the family's pets in importance — and how sad is that??
Yep, Dallas was the perfect choice. He has a sensitivity and seems to understand that not everyone is enamored of dogs. That's probably due to a Sheltie's natural reticence.
Always great when you stop by here, my friend. Have a super rest-of-your-week!
We had to do the same thing! After our springer spaniel bit our son, we found a home for her with a couple that didn't have kids. The dog couldn't be trusted around children. We never even questioned if it was the right thing to do!
Good for you! It's such a hard thing to do, when you think you've made a forever home for a pet, to then have to un-make that decision. But gee, who wants to chance their kid getting hurt, maimed, terrified, whatever, when it's within their power to prevent it? I never second-guessed my decision, either. Even now, Domer usually will refuse to talk about that first dog.
Once upon a time before television went to head Cesar Milan was one of the good guys. He practiced sound training techniques and while he worked with difficult dogs he would never have advised keeping a bulldog in a family where a child was bitten. The parents in this situation are clueless and Caesar is an idiot. Little know fact – most dogs don't like kids. For good reason. However, they suffer them because they know they are lower in the pack order. Once that order has been disrupted by allowing a bite the pack has changed and a the balance becomes very precarious. If you wouldn't leave a loaded gun on the kitchen table for your kid to get a hold of, you certainly shouldn't have a dog in your home that has the potential to seriously hurt your child. No child deserves to be terrorized by the family dog. .
Shelties are excellent family and kid pups as are Boxers and Beagles. Boxers are probably the only breed of dog that really do like children. Some breeds are not good family dogs and all breeds will do what they are breed to do. Research is the key to happy dog ownership. Passionate about this subject–you betcha. Well said, Debbie.
Hear, Hear, the voice of experience! Couldn't have explained it better myself, Katybeth!
For the record, though, I don't know what Cesar recommended for this family, as I didn't watch the program (it was just a promo). I'm not sure I *could* have watched it, having seen the scars on that baby's hand. I understand that sometimes, a person with a dog will marry someone without, and the dog might not warm up to the newcomer. Same thing can happen with kids. It's not *cute* and it's not funny. The "odd man out" stands to be picked on by the dog, who sees him/her as an interloper.
You're right — research is key. So is reason. Dogs can add so much to a family, IF you've chosen the right dog and trained it properly. Thanks for your input, Kb!
Absolutely, Suzi! 'Tis easier to find a new home for a dog than to give away your kid (or stand by and wait for something horrible to happen).
Kim, I think some dogs just aren't meant to be around kids. Whether it's because of their breed or because of unfamiliarity doesn't much matter. Kids need to come first, as you said. That couple should have farmed the dog out, or opted not to have kids if they were more interested in keeping such a beast!
When I was very young — maybe four? — our neighbors brought me a small black puppy for my birthday. I think it was a Cocker Spaniel, but I only remember some curly hair, so that might not be right. In any event, there was nothing wrong with the dog except he was excited, he barked, and he scared me to death. I jumped up onto the dining room table, and that was it. Dog – gone.
A few years ago I had to call a vet's assistant I knew because Dixie began stalking me. She hissed. She skulked. She swatted and tried to bit. She terrified me, to be quite frank. She wouldn't let me into my own bedroom.
Well you've probably guess it. It was mating season, and even though Dixie had been spayed, it was still punching her buttons. It was the pheromones drifting in the windows and picked up on my clothes that were getting to her. In a HOUR, all was well.
I tell the story only to make the point that ignorance isn't always bliss. There are reasons for animal behavior, but if the behavior can't be changed, the animal needs to go. I was lucky — I had an easy problem to solve. But if I'd been that mother? Goodbye, puppy.
Linda, I'm amazed by your story about Dixie. I never would've thought a spayed cat would exhibit such behavior — lucky you, having a vet who not only understood but also knew how to remedy the situation!
As for the little black puppy, your mother and dad were wise to send it packing. No way should a child be terrorized at the expense of having a pet! Reason always should prevail, and it's not reasonable to expect a child to be a chew toy for a dog!
I adore my dog and we treat her like a little princess. But if she ever hurt one of my kids, there'd be no question about who had to go. I can't imagine keeping a pet that bites people. Although, come to think of it, my mom had several Pekingese dogs when we were growing up. One of them was a mean and hateful little thing. He adored my mom, but he drew blood from us kids on more than one occasion. I took to walking around the house in winter boots because he was fond of toes.
The thing about having a pet who bites people — and I'm not talking only about dogs, though obviously, dogs have teeth and thus the potential to bite! — it could be really expensive if your dog bit somebody. You might have to pay for their medical care AND get rid of the dog. Better to waylay a problem before it develops. I guess it goes back to good breeding, huh? Your solution to the biting Peke sounds like a winner!
No animal is worth a child or any other human being. I believe the best medicine for a child who is fearful of an animal is a dog. I've seen first hand completely terrified children fall in love their new puppy, and then weeks later hug every dog they came across. Animals work miracles. That family had quite a mess, Debbie. Wow.
That's why I wanted little Domer to have a dog, Audrey. Same thing happened with me. I was afraid of dogs, too, when I was little, and then we got a goofy Beagle who erased those fears. Dallas did the same thing for Domer. But if he'd ever so much as showed a sign of aggression, he'd have been outta here in a heartbeat!!
Your summation at the end of what might have happened made me chuckle. I do have to agree that as parents, our duty is to protect our children. I love animals, and thankfully I haven't had to make the choice, but if it came down to it, the pet would have to go if it wasn't working out.
See? You, too, are reasonable, Janna. Obviously, the mother in this segment was not. And it surprised me a little to see the dad being so nurturing and protective of his boy, while the mom was completely indifferent. If I get the chance to see the entire show, I'm going to try (even if I have to shade my eyes when they show the child's wounds). I'm kind of curious how it played out!
Debbie, it's awesome to read your stuff–cause you're always right on! *fist thingy* Anyways and a few, I've got to love Dallas. I can just tell he's a special pooch. I remember being terrified of dogs as well. So, my mom brought a German Shepherd home! Of all dogs, right? Well, he turned out to be the best. I grew up with that bloke. And he was huge. But he was the greatest of dogs, I think.
*blushes* You always say the nicest things, Professor — thanks! I wonder if most little kids are afraid of dogs? Probably because they look like wolves, which are typically the bad guys in fairy tales! Anyway, I was one of those little kids, too, until my dad insisted we get a dog — that silly Beagle did the trick! I'm glad your mom got you a good dog to erase your fears, too — a German Shepherd, though? Wow, he must have been especially laid back. And no wonder you wanted two more to take the first one's place!!
I think you probably have something there. Like that blasted wolf in Sword in the Stone. I still remember him. Beagles are adorable! (And I never use the word 'adorable', mind you.) He was laid back! Quite peaceful. Took down a deer once, too.
Ours didn't look like Snoopy, and he had a funny smell most of the time, but yeah, he was a sweetie. A deer? Was it trying to attack??
*laughs about the smell* No, I but the dog thought it was challenging, I guess.
It's why I haven't adopted a cat. Not that I'm crazy about them, mind you, but when my daughter was a Girl Scout, her troop visited a center devoted to the care of cats. The girls were allowed to pet the cats and one of the cats terrorized my daughter by scratching her arms up. Needless to say, right then and there she developed a distaste for the feline breed. We live in a cat-free zone and for the sake of my daughter, it's for the best.
Understandable, Monica. A similar thing happened to me. When I was little, a cat scratched my arm, and I've been leery of them ever since. Always best to put our kids before pets — easier to farm pets out than kids, too, ha!
Seems like a no brainer to get rid of the dog and keep the kid. So fortunate for your boy and dog that you were willing to train or trade in the dog, so that Domer could grow up enjoying the affection –not fear– of being a pet owner.
I rather thought it was a no brainer, too, Pat, and am glad to hear I'm not the only one! I can't imagine any dog (or cat, bird, horse, fish, whatever) becoming more important that a living human child. If this mom didn't want kids, she knew how to prevent it. The sad thing is, the bulldog didn't even have "cute" going for it, ha!


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https://www.ourmidland.com/sports/highschool/article/Lancers-fall-to-four-soccer-opponents-including-14422194.php
Lancers fall to four soccer opponents, including two state champs
Daily News staff
Published 8:18 pm EDT, Saturday, September 7, 2019
WILLIAMSTON — Bullock Creek took four losses on Saturday at the Williamston invitational, but played competitive soccer against high-quality opponents, including two defending state champions.
"Overall, I was pleased with our effort," Creek coach Bob Linton said. "We played some really good teams today. I'm proud of the boys; they worked hard today."
The games were each 40 minutes in duration with no halftime.
Facing defending Division 2 champion Detroit Country Day for the first time ever, the Lancers lost 1-0 as keeper Brandon Fowler made three saves and Creek had one shot.
Creek then lost 2-1 to Quincy in the seventh round of a shootout after a 1-1 tie in regulation.
Ethan Korson scored for the Lancers 20 minutes into the game, and Quincy tied it with five minutes left.
"We controlled most of that game, but unfortunately we got caught in a tie there at the end," Linton said.
Ben Myers had six saves, including one during the shootout.
The Lancers played Williamston immediately after the Quincy game and lost 5-1.
Sam Midkiff scored off of a corner kick about 15 minutes in for Creek's only goal. Fowler made four saves.
Finally, defending Division 4 state champion Leland beat the Lancers 3-1. Max Myers's goal was assisted by Korson, while Ben Myers made four saves.
Country Day finished at least runner-up in the tournament, Linton said.
"We played them pretty even up," he said.
With a 1-8 overall record, the Lancers play at Bay City John Glenn on Monday.


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In 1886, George H. Worthington formed the Cleveland Stone Company in Cleveland, Ohio. It primarily excavated sandstone and operated quarries in Berea, Kipton, Elyria, Euclid, North Amherst, South Amherst, Amherst, Columbia, West View, La Grange, and Olmstead. The firm also expanded its operation to other states, including Michigan. The company gained exclusive control over the stone quarries in Berea and faced little competition elsewhere until 1902, when the Ohio Quarries Company formed. On April 17, 1929, the Cleveland Stone Company purchased the Ohio Quarries Company. The Cleveland firm then became known as the Cleveland Quarries Company and moved its headquarters to Amherst, Ohio. The company continues to excavate sandstone for construction purposes today. Sandstone quarried by this company has helped build the Palmer House, a major hotel in Chicago, Illinois, the Michigan State Capitol Building, and the Canadian Parliament Buildings in Ottawa, Canada, among numerous other structures. American Stone now owns and operates the Cleveland Quarries Company.
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In 1886, George H. Worthington formed the Cleveland Stone Company in Cleveland, Ohio. It primarily excavated sandstone and operated quarries in Berea, Kipton, Elyria, Euclid, North Amherst, South Amherst, Amherst, Columbia, West View, La Grange, and Olmstead. The firm also expanded its operation to other states, including Michigan. The company gained exclusive control over the stone quarries in Berea and faced little competition elsewhere until 1902, when the Ohio Quarries Company formed. On April 17, 1929, the Cleveland Stone Company purchased the Ohio Quarries Company. The Cleveland firm then became known as the Cleveland Quarries Company and moved its headquarters to Amherst, Ohio. The company continues to excavate sandstone for construction purposes today. Sandstone quarried by this company has helped build the Palmer House, a major hotel in Chicago, Illinois, the Michigan State Capitol Building, and the Canadian Parliament Buildings in Ottawa, Canada, among numerous other structures. American Stone now owns and operates the Cleveland Quarries Company.

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One of the constants in my life in the Episcopal Church has been the springtime tradition of Youth Sunday. We did it growing up at St. Peter's, Oxford; as a youth minister at St. Philip's, Jackson, it was my job to corral the EYC into the roles of usher, preacher, etc.; and at Nativity, Youth Sunday remains a must-see event.
This year, Youth Sunday falls on May 14, and as usual, our young people will help carry the roles of lector, usher, and intercessor at the 10:30 service. Their presence around the altar will remind us, if we've forgotten, that the Church is much broader than the boring grown folk who sit in vestry meetings. Each of us – from screaming infant to senior warden – is as essential to this church family as the next. Youth Sunday reminds us of this.
Our custom at Nativity is to celebrate Youth Sunday the Sunday before graduation, which almost always falls on Mother's Day. And because the task of preaching typically falls to a senior, our Youth Sunday sermon is often an occasion for graduating students to thank their mothers, the congregation, and others. Nonetheless, what I most look forward to in these youth sermons is hearing how our young people read, interpret, and connect the scripture of the day with their experience and life of our church family.
This year, we don't have any Nativity seniors. Evan Lindsay is a regular at EYC, but he's a member of Church of the Advent, Sumner. When the issue of preaching came up, this presented a problem for a moment, until finally we decided: we don't need a graduate; we need a preacher! I am grateful that Ellie Knight accepted my invitation to preach to us on May 14. Perhaps all of you know Ellie already, but what you might not know is that she's already taking up the mantle of church leadership, serving on Happening Staff this March. I am thrilled to hear how she wrestles with scripture, and what word of encouragement she brings from it to us.
One of the great gifts of this church family is the way that it raises up young leaders, nurturing them in the faith, and then sending them out into the world to love and serve the Lord. I look forward to celebrating them with you in a few weeks!


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In 1866, the University of Kansas welcomed the first class of 55 students to an unfinished building on a treeless ridge called Mount Oread. Today, our enrollment approaches 30,000. From that single building, we have grown to five campuses — the Lawrence campus, the Edwards Campus in Overland Park, and medical branches in Kansas City, Wichita, and Salina. The once barren landscape has grown into a wooded campus considered one of the most beautiful in the nation.
We embrace our role as the state's flagship university and a premier research institution, serving the state, nation, and world. We celebrate the energy and compassion that infuse the Jayhawk spirit. And we remain true to our historic values: the elevating force of education, the transformative power of research, and the healing power of service.
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Q: Rounding number nearest 0.05 I have question about rounding and please help me, suppose that question is round given number nearest 0.01 or 0.1 or 0.05 or maybe nearest 0.5, then what could i do? For example we are given some rational value 0.16 or 0.167, how could I round it to nearest 0.05? What is required I could not understand well. My attempt is following if we have data like 2.65, because after point first number is greater then 5(also it could be equal to 5), then nearest to 0.1, this number is equal to 3, but what about number 0.16 rounded to nearest 0.05 or 0.01?  Please help me.

A: There can be some ambiguities. For example, when we are asked to round $7.5$ to the nearest integer, there is a problem, since there are two nearest integers. That is often, but not always, resolved by rounding to the nearest even integer. A similar convention applies to say $0.145$ rounded to the nearest $0.01$, that is, to $2$  digits after the decimal point. One would often round to $0.14$, since $4$ is even.
But that doesn't seem to be what your question is about. When we are asked to round $0.16$ to the nearest $0.05$, what is meant is that we should find the number which is an integer times $0.05$, and is closest to $0.16$. That number is $0.15$.
Similarly, the number $1.88$, rounded to the nearest $0.05$, is $1.9$. And $1.87$ rounded to the nearest $0.05$ is $1.85$.
Always, when we round to the nearest $0.05$, there should be at most two digits after the decimal point. The second digit after the decimal point should be $5$ or $0$. A $0$ would often be omitted.
If we are rounding to the nearest $0.01$, then $0.16$ rounds to $0.16$, and $0/123$ rounds to $0.12$, while $0.678$ rounds to $0.68$.
Remark: One way to think of it concretely is like this. A bug starts at $0$, and can only take jumps of $0.05$. She wants to land as close as possible to $0.16$. Three jumps take her to $0.15$. Four take her to $0.20$. Three jumps get her closer than four, so $0.16$ rounded to the nearest $0.05$ is $0.15$.

A: $x$, rounded to the nearest $y$, is $$y\left[ \frac{x}{y}\right]$$
Where $[z]$ is the nearest integer to $z$.
e.g. $0.167$ to the nearest $0.05$ is $$0.05\left[ \frac{0.167}{0.05}\right]=0.05[3.34]=0.05\cdot3=0.15$$
Why it works:  Recall the definition of division - $\frac{x}{y}$ is how many copies of $y$ will 'fit' into $x$. You want to know how many whole copies of $y$ fit into $x$, so we take the nearest integer. We must then multiply by $y$ to go from a 'number of copies of $y$' to an actual quantity.

A: Rounding to the nearest 0.05 corresponds to $f' =\frac 1{20}\operatorname{int}[20f+0.5]$.  This rounds values between $x.x25$ and $x.x75$ to $x.x50$, and other values rounded to the nearest tenth, ie $x.w75$ to $x.x25$ round to $x.x00$, where $x.w = x.x - 0.1$.
It should be noted than when one is dealing with exact quarters, like $0.375$, one rounds upwards on even, and downwards on odd numbers, so here $3$ is odd, so $0.375$ rounds to $0.37$.

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Israel, Mount Meron: Crush kills 45 people at Jewish event
Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu called the incident a "huge disaster," while paramedics described chaotic scenes of teams administering CPR en masse to people, including children, lying breathless on the ground.
According to the Institute of Forensic Medicine, 32 of the victims have been identified, with 22 of those released for burial.
An official with knowledge of the list of fatalities said the final death toll is expected to include five US citizens.
The official said several factors were delaying an official statement, including the need to inform the families privately of their loss and Shabbat regulations. Families of two US citizens had already been told of their loss, the official said, and three more were expected to follow.
Kalanit Taub, a first responder, described a "horrific scene" with "nonstop people to care for."
"I saw 20-plus CPRs ongoing at the same time," Taub told CNN. "Anywhere you looked, you saw another person doing CPR."
In the hours afterward, she said she saw people crying or staring into space, struggling to process what they had seen.
Israeli investigators are examining exactly how the crush happened at the mountain, where worshipers marked the Lag B'Omer holiday, an annual event where participants sing, dance and light fires in homage to second-century sage Rabbi Shimon Bar Yochai at his burial site.
Israel's health ministry had urged people not to attend the festival, warning of the risk of another coronavirus outbreak. However, case numbers have been low, and Israel has already fully vaccinated more than 58% of its population, so the event was allowed to proceed.
Dov Maisel, vice president of operations of the volunteer-based emergency organization United Hatzalah, told CNN that around 100,000 people were in attendance, though such numbers aren't unusual for the annual festival. Maisel said up to 400,000 people had attended in past years.
Hundreds of people were pouring into the site at the same time from different directions, leading to a "massive amount of congestion," he said. People tightly packed in a small area had fallen down a staircase and crushed each other, he added.
"Overall they usually control the crowd, but at a certain point at the peak the crowd became too tight," Maisel said. "It was simply tragic and horrific."
Social media video from the site show men and boys crammed into a narrow passageway, when it suddenly becomes clear that many are struggling to continue walking, being thrown back and forth in waves of the commotion.
Zohar, one of the festival-goers who was near the crush when it happened, told Israel's Channel 12 News that people were moving through the passageway well until they came to a sudden stop.
"Everyone was crammed on top of each other and no one understood why. I raised my head and saw policemen blocking the passageway. We shouted, 'People are dying in there.'"
He said he saw people losing the color in their faces. "Then, bodies began falling at my feet. I tried to call for help, and slowly rescue forces arrived. There were some people who [rescuers] did not even try to revive. People were lying on my feet, shouting 'Help me.'"
Shlomo Katz, another worshiper, told Reuters: "We were going to go inside for the dancing and stuff and all of a sudden we saw paramedics from MADA … running by, like mid-CPR on kids, and then one after the other started coming out of ambulance, and then we understood something's going on here," he said.
Footage from the scene showed dozens of body bags lined up on the ground, and personal items like abandoned shoes and crushed eyeglasses lying scattered on the ground at the scene.
Dozens of ambulances parked in rows, their lights flashing, were on standby to receive the many injured. Authorities said 250 ambulances had been made available to respond. Six helicopters transferred some of the wounded to hospital. Paramedics were seen running all over the area, with stretchers carrying people in need of treatment.
The local police chief told Israeli TV he accepted full responsibility for the incident.
"I take overall responsibility, for good and for bad. I am ready for every eventuality," said Shimon Lavie, Israel Police's northern commander. He said Israel's northern police command had prioritized security and public safety, but he could not explain what caused the stampede.
Lavie commended police officers who tried to help victims before patients were ferried to hospitals in ambulances and by helicopter. "Police were saving people's lives while they were also dealing with this complicated incident," he said.
Lazar Hyman, vice president of United Hatzalah, said it was one of the worst tragedies that he had ever experienced. "I have not seen anything like this since I entered into the field of emergency medicine back in 2000," said Hyman.
Prime Minister Netanyahu said the nation was praying for the injured in what he called "one of the worst disasters that Israel has experienced." Speaking during a visit to the site, on a specially-recorded video for his Facebook page, the Israeli leader said that "our hearts are with the families and the wounded."
US President Joe Biden offered condolences to Israel and Netanyahu on Friday. "The loss of life among worshipers practicing their faith is heartbreaking," Biden said in a statement. "I have instructed my team to offer our assistance to the government and people of Israel as they respond to the disaster and care for the wounded."
Each year, hundreds of thousands of Jews — many of them ultra-Orthodox — flock to Bar Yochai's tomb site on Mount Meron, which lies in the Upper Galilee region of northern Israel, about 40 kilometers (25 miles) northeast of the city of Haifa. Bar Yochai's book "The Zohar" is the foundation of Jewish mysticism.
CNN's Andrew Carey reported from Jerusalem, Angela Dewan wrote from London and Julia Hollingsworth wrote from Hong Kong.
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16 rustic cabins which sleep a total of 222. Cabins 1-14 have 14 beds each; cabins 15-16 have 13 beds each.
Challenge course — Enhances communication, problem solving, and team-building skills.
High-ropes course — An adventure challenge course that builds self-confidence and courage.
There are 16 cabins at Wahsega. They are listed as state of Georgia historic sites.
Cabins 15 & 16 have their own bath room inside the cabin and are wheelchair accessible.
Cabin 15 & 16 also have an adult room with its own bathroom.
Girls bath house. Use this building for bathrooms, sinks and showers. Most cabins do not have rest room facilities.
Guest entrance to dining hall. Also coffee available for adults all day long inside these doors.
The rec hall. A great big place for group meetings, classes, dance parties and movies.
Canteen building has bathrooms, first aid room, and the canteen store open at select times.
Pond. A beautiful nature location and open for swimming during summer camp.
The beautiful waterfall at camp. During summer camp we will show you how to slide down.
Rec field with basketball, volleyball, tether ball and great fields for anything fun. Rec equipment also always available.
Gravel road to camp. Be sure to follow the directions listed on our website. Smart phones may take you on the back way to get here which has a rough road.
Ward Creek runs through the center of camp and is a perfect place for children to play and explore.


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Assists in financial tracking, reporting, and learned analyses.
Interfaces with internal and external constituencies, disseminating information, and coordinating processes.
Processes and distributes confidential and sensitive documents.
Establishes and maintains complex filing systems.
May coordinate calendars, schedules, meetings, training, and travel arrangements; May answer incoming phone calls.
Order office and program supplies.
Reviews and analyzes administrative policies, clarifies complex and confusing guidelines, and makes recommendations to higher level staff for changes to administrative policy.
Responds to administrative issues and inquiries and resolves a variety of conflicts regarding administrative policies and processes among organizational issues.
Prepares travel orders, making travel, and lodging arrangements, and arranging and coordinating schedule of visits.


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I loved Gabe and all he represented and how he was giving back. He always puts himself last and when he meets Elizabeth he struggles with the change she brings into his life. I loved how well they fitted each other. It was so fun to read how they both tried to stay away but at the end they learned that they belong together. The chemistry was scoring hot and I had to fan myself a few times to be honest.
I absolutely loved this book and can't wait to see what Stacey Lynn has in the bag for us next.


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This hilarious cat doesn't want to let her owner work on the computer, see what she did!
This hilarious cat doesn't want to let her owner work on the computer, see what she did!
Our cats are very sneaky those days, remember how many times your cat slept on your keyboard, so you can't finish your work? Remember how many times your cat sat on your chair? Or maybe it slept on your folded clothes, cats love to be sneaky, but this one is special, what she did is absolutely funny that I couldn't stop laughing while watching this.
This man was about to complete his work, he has lots of work to do, so he decided to sit on his computer and finish the tasks, but he didn't know that his cat has lots of other plans, the cat stood by the mouse and she refused to let her owner touch it, each time he puts his hand on it, she tries to stop him or scratch his hands, the man was helpless, he can't finish his work, it seems that this cat wanted him to play with her and leave his work, or maybe she wanted some food. What a funny cute cat, this video is adorable.
Cats are always sneaky, if you are a cat lover, I am sure that you went through a moment like this, and you didn't know what to do with her then, and each time you hold her, she runs back to you! But despite it all, they remain our beloved adorable pets. You can do the important work while your cat is sleeping, most times cats sleep a lot, and that's because the hormones of growing are released while sleeping, and about sleeping, cats are sleepy creatures, they sleep about 2/3 of the day, and so if a cat's age is 9, she is only awake for three years of her entire life.
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