A photographic history of the "Day of Infamy" - gathered from both U.S. and Japanese sources.
It was a way of cutting him down to size in front of the whole school. Worst of all, it was meant to pass unremarked. And it did. That was just the way it was. But when I look back on it now, it showed such disrespect for this man, ...
... Ralph , 356 , 370 , 396 , 425 McIntosh County , III , 128 , 166 , 401 , 464 McKinley , William , 162 , 246 McMillan , Eldridge , 539 McRae , Ga . , 351 , 377 McRee , Edward , 151 Porter , James , 97 , 212 , 226 Porter INDEX 617.
On the single-lane black-topped road, he hitched a ride in the back of a pickup which let him out at the gates of camp, where he walked in and went to bed. In the morning, he received congratulations as being the only one who had found ...
I had left Hardindell because of the lengthy travel time to and from school; one might think that at least it would be better than climbing through fences and walking the last part of the way, but the fact was that I liked teacherage ...
The Way It Was and Other Writings is an autobiographical recollection of life in the Hispanic and politically radical communities of New York City. Jesús Colón was an Afro-Puerto Rican...
local road stretching from the Saluda HYWY, (also called The Meeting Street Road) accessing the family residences, taking you all the way to The Simmons Ridge Road.The Morgan Settlement was located off to the left- Uncle John Henry's ...
With the whole of Bloomfield Road hushed and all eyes focused on Bill's snailpace shot, the ball eventually trickled over the line and came to rest just three or four inches into the goal. A terrific roar ripped around the ground as the ...
One question remains to be treated in any case ; a polygon being given , is it possible to cut it up into triangles and remove one of the pieces in such a way that the remaining polygon may be equivalent to the given polygon , that is ...
CHAPTER 72 My Army Buddy Not long ago I walked into the barbershop in Lindsay, and there was Hugh Perry, my army buddy from way back in the early 1950s. We were both stationed in Kurmainz-Kaserne close to Mainz, Germany.
He even eyed Mayor La Guardia suspiciously. My father's vision of the world was so blurred by the time of Mono's death that I was able to disengage myself from being at home without much effort. He never mentioned my increasing absence ...