A turning down of dinner damped, in ways subtle past knowing,manic keys on the thin flute of me, least pressed of all, which for a moment had shrilled me rarely.
It began with Laoco?n on the mantelpiece, his voiceless groan. The set of that mouth was often my barometer, told me the weight of day; on Wednesday after my interview, when I woke and consulted him with a happening glance, his pain was simply Bacchic! That was something, now! Out of bed I sprang, unclothed, to put a dance on the phonograph while the spell should last. Against all of Mozart I owned a single Russian dance, a piece ofIlya Mourometz, measured and sprightly, lively and tight -- there, now, Laoco?n!
The dusty maple incandesced; sunshine fired the speckled windows and filled my room with a sparkle of light, and I danced like an unfurred Cossack, spinning and jumping. Once in a blue moon I felt that light -- sweet manic! -- and it lasted a scant three minutes, till a ring from the phone dispersed it.
I shut off the music, furious. A man with so short time to prance deserved a history of unanswered phones. "Hello?"
"Hello, Jacob Horner?" It was a woman, and I felt naked as I was.
"Yes."
"This is Rennie Morgan, Joe Morgan's wife. Say, I think Joe already asked you over for dinner tonight, didn't he? I just called to make it official."
I allowed a pause to lie along the line.
"I mean, after your interview, you know, we wanted to make sure you'd come on the right day!
"Jacob? Are we still connected?"
"Yes. Excuse me." I was checking my barometer, Laoco?n, who now looked dolorous enough. Batygh the Tartar had breathed on us.
"Well, it's all set, then? Any time after six-thirty: that's when we put the kids to bed."
"Well, say, Mrs. Morgan, I guess --"
"Rennie.Okay? My name's Renée, but nobody calls me that."
"-- I guess I won't be able to make it tonight after all."
"What?"
"No, I'm pretty sure I can't. Thanks a lot for inviting me."
"But why not? Are you sure you can't make it?"
Why not? Bitch of an Eagle Scout'sHausfrau, you spoiled my first real manic in a month of Sundays! I spit on your dinner!
"I'd kind of planned on riding up to Baltimore this afternoon, have a look around. Something came up."
"Oh, now, aren't you just getting out of it? Come on and say so; we're not committed to each other." This from a wife? "Don't be a chicken -- it doesn't make a damn to us if you don't like us."
So caught,flagrante delicto, I flushed and sweated. What was this beasthonesty ridden by a woman? An answer was awaited: I heard Joe Morgan's wife breathing in my naked ear.
Very discreetly I hung up the phone. Not only that: I walked the first three steps away on tiptoe before I realized what I was doing, and blushed again to notice it.
Ah, well, the spell was broken, and I knew better than to try Glière and hisIlya Mourometz again. He's the fizz that makes the collins bright, is Glière, but he's not the vodka; these manics can't be teased or dickered with. Now I was not only unmanic, I was uncomfortable.
And resentful! There's something to be said for the manic-depressive if his manics are really manic; but me, I was a placid-depressive: a woofer without a tweeter was Jake Horner. My lows were low, but my highs were middle-register. So when I'd a real manic on I nursed it like a baby, and boils plague the man who spoiled it! That was one thing. More's the damage to have it suggested, and by a woman, that my honesty was flagging. Can a man stomach it? That it was a fact was beside the point. Great heavens, Morgans, the world's notthat easy!
Even as I was dressing, the telephone rang again, with a doggedness that bespoke Mrs. Morgan. In a moment of lewdness (for I was pulling up my trousers at the time) I considered allowing that beskirted Diogenes to address her quest to my bare backside -- but I let the moment go. Rennie, girl, said I to myself, I am out; be content that I don't commit a lewdness with your voice, since you've aborted my infant manic. Ring away, girl scout: your quarry's not in his hole.
Later that morning I drove the thirty miles from Wicomico to Ocean City, there to fry my melancholy in the sun and pickle it in the ocean. But light and water only made it blossom. The beach was crowded with human beings whose reality I found myself loath to acknowledge; another day they might have been as soothingly grotesque as was my furniture, but this day they were merely irritating. Furthermore, perhaps because it was a weekday, there was not a girl on the beach worth the necessary nonsense involved in a pickup. Only a forest of legs ruined by childbirth; fallen breasts, potbellies, haggard faces, and strident voices; a rats' nest of horrid children, as unlovely as they were obnoxious. When one is not in the spirit of it, there are few things less diverting than a public beach.
When I reached the saturation point, about three o'clock, I washed the sand off me and headed back to the car. But one who felt as gloomily competent as I that day wouldn't leave Ocean City without at least going through the motions of picking up a girl, any more than one would leave Pikes Peak without spitting -- the trip were pointless otherwise. Along the boardwalk a few girls prowled in twos and threes, most wearing T-shirts with the name of either a college or a sorority printed on them. They met my glowering haughtily, each of us considering the other unworthy. I walked the three blocks to my car without seeing a target worth the ammunition, and so, like many a hunter nearing home, had finally to settle for even less satisfactory game or take none at all.
A woman of forty -- well preserved but definitely forty -- whose car was parked in front of mine, was wrenching the handle of her door in vain when I approached. She was slender, not very full-breasted, well tanned, and in no way extraordinary -- such an obvious target that I lost my taste for the hunt and walked past.
"Pardon me, sir: I wonder if you could help me?" I turned and glared. The woman had been all brightness with her classic request, but my stare made her falter.
"You'll think I'm stupid, I guess -- I locked my keys inside the car."
"I can't pick locks."
"Oh, I didn't mean that! My motel is just across the bridge. I was wondering if you'd run me over there, if you're going that way. I have another key in my suitcase."
It is small sport shooting the bird who perches on the muzzle of your gun, but what hunter could keep from doing it?
"All right."
The whole situation was without appeal, and as I drove Miss Peggy Rankin (her name) over the bridge from Ocean City to the mainland, I was made more desultory by the fact that I guessed she didn't deserve to be so severely judged. She appeared to be fairly intelligent, and indeed, had I been her husband I should doubtless have been proud that my wife still retained such trimness and spirit at age forty. But I was not her husband, and so I made no such allowances: she was a forty-year-old pickup, and only the most extraordinary charm could survive that classification.
All the way to the motel Miss Rankin chattered, and I honestly didn't hear a word of it. For me this was unusual, because, although I admired the ability to lose oneself in oneself, I was far too conscious of my surroundings, as a rule, ever to manage it. A real point against Miss Rankin, that.
"This is the place," she said presently, indicating the Surfside, or Seaside, or some such motel along the highway. I pulled into the driveway and parked. "Gee, I sure appreciate your doing this. Thanks a lot." She moved lightly out of the car.
"I'll take you back," I said, without any particular inflection.
"Oh, would you?" She was very pleased, but not overwhelmed with either surprise or gratitude. "Just a minute, while I run get my keys."
"Have you got anything cold to drink in there, Peggy? I'm pretty dry." This was as far as I was willing to go in the nonsense line just then: I decided that if she didn't ask me in, I'd take off at once for Wicomico.
"Sure, come on in," she invited, again not entirely stunned by my request. "There's no refrigerator in the room, but there's a soda fountain right next door here, and I've got whiskey. Why don't you get two large ginger ales, with lots of ice, and we'll make highballs."
I did, and we drank in her little room, she curled on the bed and I slouched in the single chair. The gloom was still on me, but it grew somewhat easier to endure; especially when we found that we could talk or not talk with a reasonable degree of ease. At one point, as might be expected, Miss Rankin asked me what I did for a living. Now, I didn't necessarily subscribe at all to honesty as a policy in adventures of this sort, and I can't imagine myself answering such stock questions truthfully as a rule; but "I'm a potential instructor of prescriptive grammar at the Wicomico State Teachers College" is so nearly the type of answer one usually dreams up at such moments that without really thinking about it I told her the truth.
"Is that so!" Peggy was genuinely surprised and pleased this time. "I graduated from WTC myself -- so long ago it embarrasses me to remember! I teach English at the high school in Wicomico. Isn't that a funny coincidence? Two English teachers!"
I agreed that it was, but in fact I was so appalled that I felt like turning in my highball and calling it quits. It was necessary to move very rapidly to keep the whole situation from disintegrating. There was only a half inch of highball left in my paper cup: I tossed it down, dropped the cup into the wastebasket, immediately went to the bed, where my colleague lay propped on one elbow, and embraced her with someélan. She opened her mouth at once under my kiss and thrust her tongue between my teeth. Both of us had our eyes quite open, and I was pleased to accept that fact symbolically.Let there be no horse manure between teachers of English , I declared to myself, and without more ado gave the zipper of her bathing suit a meaningful yank.
Miss Rankin froze: her eyes closed tightly and she clutched my shoulders, but my ungentle attack was not repulsed. The zipper undid her down to the small of her back and so gave me access to a certain amount of innocuous skin, but I could go no farther without her assistance.
"Let's take your bathing suit off, Peggy," I suggested cordially.
This injured her. "You're in a great hurry, aren't you, Jake?" she said quietly and more or less bitterly.
"Well, Peg, we're old enough not to be any sillier than we have to be."
She made a noise in her mouth, and, still holding my shoulders, pressed her forehead against my chest and began to cry a bit.
"By that you mean I'm too old for you to bother being silly with, don't you?" she observed between sobs. "You're thinking that a woman my age can't afford to be coy."
Fresh tears. Everybody was digging truth out of me.
"Why hurt yourself?" I asked over her hair to the whiskey bottle on the night stand.
"You're the one that's doing the hurting," Miss Rankin wept, looking me square in the eye through her tears. "You go out of your way to let me know you're doing me a favor by picking me up, but your generosity doesn't include wasting a little time being gentle!" She flung herself, not violently, upon her pillow, burying her face in it. "It doesn't make the least bit of difference to you whether I'm bright or stupid or what, does it? I might even be more interesting than you are, since I'm a little older!" This last piece of self-castigation, while it choked her completely for a moment, made her mad enough to sit up and glare at me defiantly.
"I'm sorry," I offered politely. I was thinking that even if she were talented as, say, Beatrice Lillie, is talented, one would not pick her up in order to witness a theatrical performance: one would purchase a theater ticket.
"Sorry you wasted your time on me, you mean!" Peggy cried. "Just making me defend myself is awful enough!"
Back to the pillow. Up again at once. "Don't you understand how you make me feel? Today is my last day at Ocean City. For two whole weeks not a soul has spoken to me or even looked at me, except some horrible old men. Not asoul! Most women look awful at my age, but I don't look awful: I just don't look like a child. There's a lotmore to me, damn it! And then on the last day you come along and pick me up, bored as you can be with the whole thing, and treat me like a whore!"
Well, she was correct, of course.
"I'm a cad," I agreed readily, and rose to leave. There was a little more to this matter than Miss Rankin was willing to see, but in the main she had a pretty clear view of things. Her mistake, in the long run, was articulating her protest. The game was spoiled now, of course: I had assigned to Miss Rankin the role of Forty-Year-Old Pickup, a delicate enough character for her to bring off successfully in my current mood; I had no interest whatever in the quite complex (and no doubt interesting, from another point of view) human being she might be apart from that role. What she should have done, it seems to me, assuming she was after the same thing I was after, was assign me a role gratifying to her own vanity -- say, The Fresh But Unintelligent Young Man Whose Body One Uses For One's Pleasure Without Otherwise Taking Him Seriously -- and then we could have pursued our business with no wounds inflicted on either side. As it was, my present feeling, though a good deal stronger, was essentially the same feeling one has when a filling-station attendant or a cabdriver launches into his life-story: As a rule, and especially when one is in a hurry or is grouchy, one wishes the man to be nothing more difficult than The Obliging Filling-Station Attendant or The Adroit Cabdriver. These are the essences you have assigned them, at least temporarily, for your own purposes, as a taleteller makes a man The Handsome Young Poet or The Jealous Old Husband; and while you know very well that no historical human being was everjust an Obliging Filling-Station Attendant or a Handsome Young Poet, you are nevertheless prepared to ignore your man's charming complexities --must ignore them, in fact, if you are to get on with the plot, or get things done according to schedule. Of this, more later, for it is related to Mythotherapy. Enough now to say that we are all casting directors a great deal of the time, if not always, and he is wise who realizes that his role-assigning is at best an arbitrary distortion of the actors' personalities; but he is even wiser who sees in addition that this arbitrariness is probably inevitable, and at any rate is apparently necessary if one would reach the ends he desires.
Which brings me back to Miss Peggy Rankin. "Get your keys," I said. "I'll wait for you out in the car."
"No!Jake !" she fairly shrieked, and jumped off the bed. I was caught at the door and embraced from behind, under my arms. "Oh, God, don't go away yet!" Hysteria. "Please, don't run out on me now! I'm sorry I made you angry!" She was pulling me as hard as she could, back into the room.
"Come on now; cut it out. Get hold of yourself." A forty-year-old pickup's beauty, when it is preserved at all, is fragile, and Peggy's hysteria, added to her previous weeping, left little of loveliness in her face, which normally was long, tan, unwrinkled, and not unattractive.
"Will you stay? Please, don't walk out that door -- don't pay attention to anything I said a while ago!"
"I don't know what to do," I said truthfully, trying to assimilate this outburst. "This whole thing means more to you than it does to me. That's no criticism of anybody. I'm really afraid I might louse it up for you, if I haven't already."
I was squeezed tightly.
"I'm in too deep to quit, Jake! If we don't go to bed now I'll go crazy."
"Nonsense."
Peggy's voice bordered on unintelligibility. "You're humiliating me! Don't make me beg you, for God's sake!"
By this tune she stood to lose either way. We went back to the bed: what ensued was, for me at least, pure discomfort, and it was of a nature to become an unpleasant memory for her, too, whether she enjoyed it at the time or not. It was embarrassing because she abandoned herself completely to an elaborate gratitude that implied her own humiliation -- and because my own mood was not complementary to hers. Her condition remained semi-hysterical and masochistic: she scarcely permitted me to move, flagellated herself verbally, and treated me like a visiting deity. No doubt about it, the old girl had been hard up; she did her best to make grand opera out of nature's littlecantus firmus, and if she didn't succeed it was more my fault than hers, for she strove elaborately. Another time I might have enjoyed it -- that sort of voluptuous groveling can be as pleasant to indulge as it is on occasion to indulge in -- but that day was not my day. That day had begun badly, had developed tediously, and was climaxing uncomfortably, if not distastefully: I was always uneasy with women who took their sexual transports too seriously, and Miss Rankin was not the sort whom one could leave shuddering and moaning on the bed knowing it was all just good clean fun.
That is how I left her, at five o'clock. At four forty-five she had begun, as I'd rather expected, to express hatred for me, whether feigned (this kind of thing can be sensuous sport) or sincere I couldn't say, since her eyes were closed and her face averted. What she said, throatily, was "God damn your eyes, God damn your eyes, God damn your eyes. . ." in rhythm with what happened to be in progress at the time, and I was not so committed to my mood that it didn't strike me as funny. But I was weary of dramatics, genuine or not, amusing or not, and when things reached their naturaldenouement I was glad enough to make my exit, forgetting entirely about Miss Rankin's keys. The lady had talent, but no discipline. I'm sure we neither wished to see the other again.
I ate at a roadstand outside Wicomico and finally got back to my room at six-thirty, feeling terrible. I was a man of considerable integrity within the limits of a given mood, but I was short on endurance. I felt bad already about this Peggy Rankin -- irritated that at her age she hadn't yet learned how to handle her position, how to turn its regrettable aspects as much as possible to her own advantage --and at the same time very much sympathetic with her weakness. I had, abstractly at least, a tremendous sympathy for that sort of weakness -- a person's inability either to control his behavior by his own standards or to discipline his standards, down to the last shred of conscience, to fit his behavior -- even though in particular situations it sometimes annoyed me. Everything that had happened with Miss Rankin could have been high sport -- the groveling, the hysterics, the numerous other things that I've not felt like sharing by recording them -- had she kept hard control of her integrity; but her error, I feared, was that she would recriminate herself for some time afterwards for having humbled herself in fact, and not in fun, and mine was in not walking out when I'd started to, regardless of her hysterics. Had I done so I'd have preserved my own tranquillity and allowed Miss Rankin to regain hers by despising me instead of both of us. I had remained, I think, both out of a sense of chivalry, to which I often inclined though I didn'tbelieve in it, and out of a characteristic disinclination to walk out on any show, no matter how poor or painful, once I'd seen the first act.
But there was a length of time beyond which I could not bear to be actively displeased with myself, and when that time began to announce its approach -- about seven-fifteen -- I went to sleep. Only the profundity and limited duration of my moods kept me from being a suicide: as it was, this practice of mine of going to bed when things got too awful, this deliberate termination of my day, was itself a kind of suicide, and served its purpose just as efficiently. My moods were little men, and when I killed them they stayed completely dead.
The buzzer from the front door woke me at nine o'clock, and by the time I got up and put a robe on, Joe Morgan and his wife were at my door. I was surprised, but I invited them in cheerfully, because I knew as soon as I opened my eyes that sleep had changed my emotional scenery: I felt fine. Rennie Morgan, to whom I was introduced, was by no means my idea of a beautiful woman; she looked like an outdoorsman's wife. Rather large-framed, blond, heavier than I, strong-looking, and exuberant, she was not the type of woman whom one (or at leastthis one) thinks of instinctively in sexual terms. Yet of course there I was, appraising her in sexual terms: no doubt my afternoon's adventure influenced both the nature and the verdict of my appraisal.
"Can I offer you anything to eat?" I asked her, and I was pleased to see that both of them were apparently in good spirits.
"No, thanks," Joe smiled; "we've eaten enough for three already."
"We saw your car out front," Rennie said, "and wondered whether the plane had gotten in from Baltimore yet."
"You Morgans will track a man to his very lair!" I protested.
Because we all seemed to be feeling friendly, and because Joe and Rennie had the good sense not to make acause célèbre out of afait accompli, if I may say so, I fetched bottles of ale from the case I had on ice down in the kitchen and told them the whole story of my day, omitting none but the most decidedly indelicate details (and those more from my own embarrassment than from Rennie's, who seemed able to take it straight), by way of entertainment.
We got on extremely well. Rennie Morgan, though lively, seemed to be just a trifle unsure of herself; her mannerisms -- like the habit of showing excruciating hilarity by squinting her eyes shut and whipping her head from side to side, or her intensely excited gestures when speaking -- were borrowed directly from Joe, as were both the matter and the manner of her thinking. It was clear that in spite of the progress she'd evidently made toward being indistinguishable from her husband, she was still apprehensive about the disparity between them. Whenever Joe took issue with a statement she'd made, Rennie would argue the point as vigorously as possible, knowing that that was what he expected her to do, but there was in her manner the same nervous readiness to concede that one might expect in a boy sparring with his gym teacher. The metaphor, in fact, if you add to it a touch of Pygmalion and Galatea, pretty well covers everything about their relationship that I could see that evening, and though I'd no ultimate objection at all to such a relationship -- after all, Galateawas a remarkable woman, and some uneasy young pugilists grow up to be Gene Tunney -- the presence of two so similarly forceful people was overwhelming: I several times caught myself whippingmy head from side to side as they did, at some especially witty remark, or gesticulating excitedly after their fashion while making a point.
As for Joe, the first hour of conversation made it clear that he was brilliant, one of the most brilliant people I'd met. He spoke slowly and softly as a rule, with a slight Southern accent, but one had always the feeling that this slowness did not come natural to him; that they were controls that he maintained over his normal ebullience. Only when the turn of the conversation excited him did his speech rise in volume and rapidity: at these times he was likely to scratch his head vigorously, jab his spectacles hard back on his nose, and gesture eloquently with his hands. I learned that he'd taken his bachelor's and master's degrees at Columbia -- the one in literature, the other in philosophy -- and had completed all the requirements except the dissertation for a doctorate in history at Johns Hopkins. Wicomico was Rennie's home town and WTC her alma mater: the Morgans were staying there while Joe made a leisurely job of the dissertation. Talking with him for an evening was tremendously stimulating -- I was continually impressed by his drive, his tough intellectuality, and his deliberateness -- and, like any very stimulating thing, it was exhausting.
We took to each other at once: it was clear in a very short time that if I remained in Wicomico we would be close friends. My initial estimate of him I had completely to revise; it turned out that those activities of his and aspects of his personality about which I had found it easy to make commonplace criticisms were nearly always the result of very careful, uncommon thinking. One understood that Joe Morgan would never make a move or utter a statement, if he could help it, that he hadn't considered deliberately and penetratingly beforehand, and he had, therefore, the strength not to be much bothered if his move proved unfortunate. He would never have allowed himself to get into a position like Miss Rankin's, for example, or like mine when I was circling around the college driveway on Monday. Indecision of that sort was apparently foreign to him: he was always sure of his ground; he acted quickly, explained his actions lucidly if questioned, and would have regarded apologies for missteps as superfluous. Moreover, four of my least fortunate traits -- shyness, fear of appearing ridiculous, affinity for many sorts of nonsense, and almost complete inconsistency -- he seemed not to share at all. On the other hand, he was, at least in the presence of a third party, somewhat prudish (he didn't enjoy my story) and, despite his excitability, seemingly lacking in warmth and spontaneity, though he doubtless had as clear reasons for being so as he had for being a scoutmaster -- he was a man whom it was exceedingly difficult to criticize. Finally, for better or worse he seemed completely devoid of craft or guile, and in that sense ingenuous, though by no means na?ve, and had no interest in any sort of career as such.
All this was exhausting, most exhausting, to encounter. We talked concentratedly until one-thirty in the morning (I could not begin to remember what about), and when the Morgans left I felt that the evening had been the pleasantest I'd spent in months; that in Joe I'd found an extremely interesting new acquaintance; and that I had no special wish to see this interesting new acquaintance of mine again for at least a week.
As they were leaving, Rennie happened to say, "Oh, Jake, we forgot to congratulate you about your job." (This sort of oversight, I later learned, was characteristic of the Morgans.)
"You're jumping the gun, aren't you?"
"What do you mean?" Joe asked. "Didn't Dr. Schott ever get hold of you?"
"Nope."
"Well, you got the job. The Committee met this morning and decided. I guess Schott called while you were in Ocean City, or while you were asleep this evening."
They both congratulated me, awkwardly -- for they were unable to express affection, friendship, or even congratulation easily -- and then left. I still felt too fine to sleep, so I read myWorld Almanac for a while and listened to Mozart'sEin Musikalischer Spass on the record player. I was beginning to feel at home in my room and in Wicomico; the Morgans pleased me; and I was still in an unusual state of excitement from the afternoon's sexual adventure and Joe's keen intelligence. But I must have been thoroughly fatigued by these things, too, and from my day on the beach, for at six-thirty in the morning I woke with a start, having dropped unintentionally into a sound sleep. TheWorld Almanac was still in my lap, open to page 96: "Air Line Distances Between Principal Cities of the World";Ein Musikalischer Spass was playing for what must have been the fiftieth time; and the sun, just rising between two dark brick houses across the street, shot a blinding beam directly over my lap into Laoco?n's face, contorted noncommittally in bright plaster.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Chapter 2
The Wicomico State Teachers College Sits in a Great Flat Open Field
The Wicomico State Teachers College sits in a great flat open fieldringed with loblolly pine trees, at the southeastern edge of the town of Wicomico, on the Eastern Shore of Maryland. Its physical plant consists of a single graceless brick building with two ells, a building too large for the pseudo-Georgian style in which it is constructed. A deep semicircular drive runs in from College Avenue to the main entrance.
In July, when the day of my interview approached, I loaded my belongings into my Chevrolet and relinquished the key to my room on East Chase Street, in Baltimore, for I meant to take lodgings in Wicomico at once, whether I were hired or not. This was on a Sunday. The date of the interview had originally been set for Tuesday in the letter I received in answer to my application, but on the Saturday afternoon before I left Baltimore the president of the college had telephoned me and asked that I come on Monday instead. The connection was poor, but there is no doubt in my mind that he changed the date to Monday.
"I can make it either day," I recall saying.
"Well, as a matter of fact I suppose we could too," the president said. "Monday or Tuesday. But maybe Monday would be better than Tuesday for some of the Committee. Unless Monday is out of the question for you, of course. Would Tuesday be better for you?"
"Monday or Tuesday, either one," I said. I was thinking that actually Tuesday (which remember was the original date)would be better for me, because there might be last-minute errands or some such for me to make before I moved out of Baltimore, and on Sunday the stores would be closed. But I certainly wasn't going to make an issue out of it, and for that matter an equally good case could be made for Monday. "If Monday is better for you all, then it's all right with me."
"I know we'd planned on Tuesday before," admitted the president, "but I guess Monday would be best."
"Either day, sir," I said.
So on Sunday I piled my clothes, my few books, my phonograph and phonograph records, whiskey, statuette, and odds and ends into the car and set out for the Eastern Shore. Three hours later I checked in at the Peninsula Hotel in Wicomico, where I meant to live until I found suitable permanent quarters, and after lunch I began looking for a room.
The first thing that went wrong was that I found an entirely satisfactory room at once. As a rule I was extremely hard to please in the matter of renting a room. I required that no one live above me; that my room be high-ceilinged and large-windowed; that my bed be high off the floor, wide, and very soft; that the bathroom be equipped with a good shower; that the landlord not live in the same building (and that he be not very particular about his property or his tenants); that the other tenants be of an uncomplaining nature; and that maid service be available. Because I was so fussy, it usually took me a good while to find even a barely acceptable place. But as ill luck would have it, the first room I saw advertised for rent on my way out College Avenue from the hotel met all these qualifications. The landlady, an imposing widow of fifty whom I just chanced to meet on her way out of the old two-story brick house, showed me to the second-floor room in the front.
"You're teaching at the college?" she asked.
"Yes, ma'am. Grammar teacher."
"Well, pleased to meet you. I'm Mrs. Alder. Let's shake hands and all now, because you won't see me very much around here."
"You don't live in the house?"
"Livehere? God, no! Can't stand tenants around me. Always pestering for this or that. I live in Ocean City all year round. Any time you need anything, don't call me; you call Mr. Prake, the janitor. He lives in town."
She showed me the room. Six-foot windows, three of them. Twelve-foot ceiling. Dark gray plaster walls, white woodwork. An incredible bed three feet high, seven feet long, at least seven feet wide; a black, towering, canopied monster with four posts as thick as masts, fluted and ringed, and an elaborately carved headboard extending three feet above the bolster. A most adequate bed! The other furniture was a potpourri of styles and periods -- one felt as if one had wandered into the odd-pieces room of Winterthur Museum -- but every piece was immensely competent. The adjectivecompetent came at once to mind, rather than, sayefficient. This furniture had an air of almost contemptuous competence, as though it were so absurdly well able to handle its job that it would scarcely noticeyour puny use of it. It would require a man indeed, a man's man, to make his presence felt by this furniture. I was impressed.
In short, the whole place left nothing to be desired. Shower, maid service -- everything was there.
"What about the other tenants?" I asked uneasily.
"Oh, they come and they go. Bachelors, mostly, a few young couples now and then, traveling men, a nurse or two from the hospital."
"Any students?" In Baltimore it was desirable to have students for neighbors, for they are singularly uncritical, but I suspected that in Wicomico all the students would know all the teachers rather too well.
"No students. The students generally live in the dorms or get rooms farther out College Avenue."
It was too perfect, and I was skeptical.
"I guess I should tell you that I practice on the clarinet," I said. This of course was untrue: I was not musical.
"Well, isn't that nice! I used to sing, myself, but my voice seemed to go after Mr. Alder died. I had the most marvelous voice teacher at the Peabody Conservatory when I was younger! Farrari. Farrari used to tell me, 'Alder,' he'd say, 'you've learned all I can teach you. You have precision, style,éclat. You areuna macchina cantanda,' he'd say -- that's Italian. 'Life will have to do the rest. Go out and live!" he'd say. But I never got to live until poor Mr. Alder died five years ago, and by that time my voice was gone."
"Do you object to pets?"
"What kind?" Mrs. Alder asked sharply. I thought I'd found an out.
"Oh, I don't know. I'm fond of dogs. Might pick up a boxer sometime, or a Doberman."
My landlady sighed, relieved. "I forgot you were a grammar teacher. I had a biology teacher once," she explained.
I snatched at a last hope: "I couldn't go over twelve a week."
"The rent's eight," Mrs. Alder said. "The maid gets three dollars a week extra, or four-fifty, depending."
"Depending on what, for heaven's sake?"
"She does laundry, too," Mrs. Alder said evenly.
There was nothing to do but take the room. I paid my landlady a month's rent in advance, though she required only a week's and ushered her out to her car, a five-year-old Buick convertible.
I call this windfall a stroke of ill luck because it gave me the whole of the afternoon and evening, and the next morning, with nothing to do. Even checking out of the Peninsula Hotel, moving to my new quarters, and arranging my belongings took but an hour and a half, after which time there was simply nothing to be done. I had no interest in touring Wicomico: it was the sort of small city that one knows adequately at the first glance -- entirely without character. A humdrum business district and a commonplace park, surrounded by middle-class residential neighborhoods varying only in age and upkeep. As for the Wicomico State Teachers College, one look was enough to lay any but the most inordinately pricked-up curiosity. It was a state teachers' college.
I drove about aimlessly for twenty minutes and then returned to my room. The one dusty maple outside my window exhausted its scenic potentialities in a half minute. My phonograph records -- nearly all Mozart -- sounded irritating in a room with which I was still too unfamiliar to be at ease. My statuette on the mantel, a plaster head of Laoco?n done by a sculpting uncle of mine who had died of influenza in the First World War, so annoyed me with his blank-eyed grimace that, had I been the sort of person who did such things, I'd have turned his ugly face to the wall. I got the wholesale fidgets. Finally, at only nine o'clock (but I'd been fidgeting since three-thirty, not counting supper hour), I went to my great bed and was somewhat calmed by its imposing grotesqueness, which, however, kept me from sleep for a long time.
Next morning was worse. I slept fitfully until ten and then went to breakfast logy and puffy-eyed, nursing a headache. The interview was set for two in the afternoon, and so I had more than enough time to become entirely demoralized. Reading was impossible, music exasperating. I nicked myself twice while shaving, and ran out of polish before the heel of my left shoe was covered. Since I'd put off shining my shoes until the last minute, hoping thus to occupy those most uncomfortable moments before I left the room, there was no time to go downtown for more polish. In a rage I went down to the car. But I'd forgotten my pen and my brief case, which, though empty, I thought it fitting to carry. I stormed back upstairs and fetched them, glaring so fiercely at a nurse who happened to look from her doorway that she sniffed and closed her door with some heat. Tossing the brief case onto the seat, I left with an uncalled-for spinning of tires and drove out to the college.
My exasperation would have carried me safely into the interview had there not been a cluster of young people lounging on the front steps. I took them for students, although, it being vacation time, it is unlikely that they were. At any rate they stared at my approaching car with a curiosity no less unabashed for its being mild. My courage failed me; as I passed them I glanced indifferently at my wrist watch, to suggest that it was only to check the time that I'd slowed down. I was assisted in my ruse by the college clock, which at that instant chimed two: I nodded my head shortly, as though satisfied with the accuracy of my timepiece, and drove purposefully down the other arc of the semicircular drive, back to College Avenue. There my anger returned at once, this time directed at myself for being so easily cowed. I went again to the entrance drive and headed up the semicircle for another try. But if it took determination to approach those impassive gatekeepers the first time, with their adolescent eyes as empty as Laoco?n's directing a stupid enfilade along the driveway, it took raw courage to run their fire again. I shoved the accelerator to the floor and rocked the Chevrolet around the bend, not even deigning to glance at them. Let the ninnies think what they would! The third time I did not hesitate for a moment, but drove heedlessly around to the parking lot behind the building and entered through a doorway near at hand. I was already six minutes late.
I found the president's office without difficulty and introduced myself to the receptionist.
"Mr. Horner?" she repeated, vaguely troubled.
"That's right," I said shortly. I was in no mood to be trifled with.
"Just a minute."
She disappeared into an inner office, from which I heard then a low-voiced conversation between her and, I presumed. Dr. Schott, the president. My heart sank; I felt nauseated.
A gray, fatherly gentleman came smiling from the inner office, the receptionist in his wake.
"Mr. Horner!" he exclaimed, grasping my hand. "I'm John Schott! Glad to meet you!"
Dr. Schott was of an exclamatory nature.
"Glad to meetyou, sir. Sorry I'm a little late. . ."
I was going to explain: my unfamiliarity with the little city, uncertainty as to where I should park, natural difficulty finding the office,etc.
"Late!" cried Dr. Schott. "My boy, you're twenty-four hours early! This is only Monday!"
"But isn't that what we decided on the phone, sir?"
"No, son!" Dr. Schott laughed loudly and placed his arm around my shoulders."Tuesday! Isn't that so, Shirley?" Shirley nodded happily, her troubled look vindicated. "Monday in the letter, Tuesday on the phone! Don't you remember now?"
I laughed and scratched my head (with my left hand, my right being pinioned by Dr. Schott).
"Well, I swear, I thought sure we'd changed it from Tuesday to Monday. I'm awfully sorry. That was stupid of me."
"Not a bit! Don't you worry!" Dr. Schott chuckled again and released me. "Didn't we tell Mr. Horner Tuesday?" he demanded again of Shirley.
"I'm afraid so," Shirley affirmed. "On account of Mr. Morgan's Boy Scouts. Monday in the letter and Tuesday on the phone."
"One of the committee members is a scoutmaster!" Dr. Schott explained. "He's had his boys up to Camp Rodney for two weeks and is bringing them home today. Joe Morgan, fine fellow, teaches history! That's why we changed the interview to Tuesday!"
"Well, I'm awfully sorry." I smiled ruefully.
"No! Not a bit! I could've gotten mixed up myself!"
He was.
"Well, I'll come back tomorrow."
"Wait! Wait a minute! Shirley, give Joe Morgan a call, see if he's in yet. He might be in. I know Miss Banning and Harry Carter are home."
"Oh no," I protested; "I'll come back."
"Hold on, now! Hold on!"
Shirley called Joe Morgan.
"Hello? Mrs. Morgan. Is Mr. Morgan there? I see. No, I know he's not. Yes, indeed. No, no, it's nothing. Mr. Horner came in for his interview today unexpectedly; he got the date mixed up and came in today instead of tomorrow. Dr. Schott thought maybe Mr. Morgan just might happen to have come back early. No, don't bother. Sorry to botheryou. Okay. 'By."
I wanted to spit on Shirley.
"Well, I'll come back," I said.
"Sure, you come back!" Dr. Schott said. He ushered me toward the front door, where, to my chagrin, I saw the sentries still on duty. But I threw up my hands at the idea of attempting to explain to him that my car was in the rear of the building.
"Well, well, we'll be seeing you!" Dr. Schott said, pumping my hand. "You be back tomorrow, now hear?"
"I will, sir."
We were outside the main door, and the watch regarded me blankly.
"Where's your car? You need a lift anywhere?"
"Oh, no, thanks; my car's in the back."
"In the back! Well, say, you don't want to go out the front here! I'll show you the back door! Ha!"
"Never mind sir," I said. "I'll just walk around."
"Well! Ha! Well, all right, then!" But he looked at me. "See you tomorrow!"
"Good-by, sir."
I walked very positively past the loungers on the steps.
"You dig up that letter!" Dr. Schott called from the doorway. "See if it doesn't say Monday!"
I turned and waved acknowledgment and acquiescence, but when, back in my room at last (which already seemed immensely familiar and comforting), I searched for it, I found that I'd thrown it out before leaving Baltimore. Since I would not in a hundred years have been at home enough in Dr. Schott's office to ask Shirley to investigate her letter files, the question of my appointment date could not be verified by appeal to objective facts.
One might suppose that after such an inauspicious start I would have been less prepared than ever to face my interview, but this supposition, though entirely reasonable, does not happen to be the case. On the contrary, I was disgusted enough not to care a damn about the interview. I didn't even bother to polish the rest of my left shoe next morning; in fact, after breakfast I sat in the park for several hours watching the children romp in the small artificial lake and didn't even think about the interview more than two or three times. When it occurred to me at all, I merely ticked my right cheek muscle. At ten minutes before two I drove out to the college, parked unhesitatingly in the front driveway, and walked through the main entrance. The steps happened to be uninhabited, but no reception committee could have daunted me that day. My mood had changed.
"Oh, hello," Shirley said brightly.
"How do you do. Tell Dr. Schott I'm here, will you please?"
"Everybody'shere today. Just a minute, please, Mr. Horner."
I turned my smile on, and then I turned it off, so, as a gentleman might tip his hat politely, but impassively, at absolutely any lady of his acquaintance, whether she merited the courtesy or not. Shirley stepped into and out of Dr. Schott's office.
"Go right on in, Mr. Horner."
"Thank you."
Inside I was introduced by Dr. Schott to Miss Banning, teacher of Spanish and French, a dear-elderly-lady type whom one accepted on her own terms because there was absolutely nothing else to be done about her; Dr. Harry Carter, teacher of psychology, a thin scholarly old man about whom one wondered at once what he was doing in Wicomico, but not so strongly that one didn't decide rather easily that he doubtless had his reasons; and Mr. Joseph Morgan, scoutmaster and teacher of ancient, European, and American history, a tall, bespectacled, athletic young man, terribly energetic, with whom one was so clearly expected to be charmed, he was so bright, busy, and obviously on his way up, that one had one's hands full simply trying to be civil to him, and realized at once that the invidious comparisons to oneself that he could not for the life of him help inviting would effectively prevent one's ever being really tranquil about the mere fact of his existence, to say nothing of becoming his friend.
Pleasantries were made about my being so eager to join the faculty that I came a day early to my interview. The Committee took a lively interest in one another's summer activities. There was joshing. Applicants for jobs at the Wicomico State Teachers College were obviously not so numerous that such meetings of the Appointments Committee were but a dull addition to the members' regular duties.
"You can count on Miss Banning's support for your application, Mr. Horner," Dr. Carter chortled. "She needs new victims to show off her mustache-cup collection to."
"Oh?" said I. This remark of Dr. Carter's was addressed notto me, but through me, as a grandmother teases her daughter by speaking to her grandchild.
"I have a simply marvelous collection, Mr. Horner," Miss Banning declared good-naturedly. "You'll surely have to see it. Oh dear, but you don't have a mustache, do you?"
All laughed. I observed that Joe Morgandid have a mustache.
"Ethel's been after me for fourteen years to grow one!" Dr. Schott guffawed at me. "Not a trim little affair like Joe's, mind you, but a great bushy one, so I can try out her collector's items! Now don't you start on Mr. Horner, Ethel!"
Ethel was poised to make a retort, in all good humor, but Joe Morgan pleasantly interjected a question about my academic experience.
"Do I understand you're from Johns Hopkins, Mr. Horner?"
"Yes, sir."
The others nodded approval at Joe's getting so tactfully down to business. He was a find, was Mr. Morgan. He'd not stay in their little circle long. Serious attention was focused on me.
"Oh, please, notsir!" Dr. Carter protested. "We don't stand on ceremony out here in the provinces."
"No indeed!" Dr. Schott agreed benignly. There ensued some twenty minutes of unsystematic interrogation about my graduate study and my teaching experience -- the latter, except for occasional tutoring jobs in Baltimore and a brief night-school class at Johns Hopkins, being nil.
"What made you decide to get back into teaching, Mr. Horner?" Dr. Carter asked. "You've been away from it for some time, I presume."
I shrugged. "You know how it is. You don't feel justright doing other things."
All acknowledged the truth of my observation. "Then too," I added casually, "my doctor recommended that I go back to teaching. He seems to think it's the thing I'm best at, and the thing that's best for me."
This was well said. My examiners were with me, and so I expatiated.
"I seem never to be content with ordinary jobs. There's something so -- sostultifying about working only for pay. It's -- well, I hate to use a cliché, but the fact is that other jobs are simply unrewarding. You know what I mean?"
They did know what I meant.
"You take a boy -- bright kid, alert kid, you see it at once, but never been exposed tothinking, never been in an environment where intellectual activity was as common as eating or sleeping. You see a fresh young mind that's never had a chance to flex its muscles, so to speak. Maybe he can't speak good English. Neverheard good English spoken. Not his fault. Not wholly his parents' fault. But there he is."
My audience was most receptive, all except Joe Morgan, who regarded me coolly.
"So you start him off. Parts of speech! Subjects and verbs! Modifiers!Complements! And after a while, rhetoric. Subordination! Coherence! Euphony! You drill and drill, and talk yourself blue in the face, and all the time you see that boy's mind groping, stumbling, stretching, making false steps. And then, just when you're ready to chuck the whole thing --"
"I know!" Miss Banning breathed. "One day, just like all the rest, you say the same thing for the tenth time -- andclick!" She snapped her fingers jubilantly at Dr. Schott. "He's got it!Why, there's nothing to it! he says.It's plain as day!"
"That's what we're here for!" Dr. Schott said quietly, with some pride. "That's what we all live for. A little thing, isn't it?"
"Little," Dr. Carter agreed, "but it's the greatest miracle on God's green earth! And the most mysterious, too."
Joe Morgan would not have committed himself on the matter, I believe, but that Dr. Carter addressed this last reflection to him directly. Cornered, Morgan made a sucking noise in the left side of his mouth, to express sympathetic awe before the mystery.
"I sometimes compare it to a man making fire with flint and steel," I said calmly to Joe Morgan, knowing I was hitting him where he lived. "He strikes and strikes and strikes, but the tinder lies dead under his hands. Then another strike, not a bit different from the rest, and there's your fire!"
"Very apt," Dr. Carter said. "And what a rewarding moment it is, when a student suddenly becomesignited! There's no other word for it: positivelyignited!"
"And then you can't hold him back!" Dr. Schott laughed, but as one would laugh at a sudden beneficence of God. "He's like a horse that smells the stable up the lane!"
There were reminiscent sighs. Certainly I had scored a triumph. Joe Morgan brought the conversation back to my qualifications for a minute or two, but it was plainly in the nature of an anti-climax. The other members of the Committee showed very little interest in the interrogation, and Dr. Schott began to describe very frankly the salary scale in Maryland state colleges, the hours I'd be expected to work, non-teaching duties, and the like.
"Well, you'll hear from us soon," he concluded, rising and shaking my hand. "Maybe tomorrow." I shook hands all around. "Shall I show you the back door this time?" He explained jovially my departure of the day before.
"No, thanks. My car's out front this time."
"Good, good!" Dr. Carter said heartily, for no reason whatever.
"I'm going out that way," Joe Morgan said, falling in beside me. "I live just down the block." He accompanied me across the driveway to my car, and even stood beside the front fender while I got inside and closed the door. I started the engine, but delayed putting the car in gear: apparently my colleague-to-be had something on his mind.
"Well, be seeing you around, Horner," he grinned, shaking hands with me again through the open window.
"Sure."
We released hands, but Joe Morgan still leaned against the car door, his face radiating cheerful candor. He was well tanned from his stay at camp, and had a marked Boy Scout look about him, a healthiness that suggested early rising, a nutritious diet, and other sorts of virtue -- to be specific, patriotism, courage, self-reliance, strength, alertness, moral straightness, trustworthiness, loyalty, helpfulness, friendliness, courtesy, kindness, obedience, cheerfulness, thrift, bravery, cleanliness and reverence. His eyes were clear.
"Say, were you making fun of me in there?" he asked cheerfully. "With that flint-and-steel nonsense?"
I smiled and shrugged, very much embarrassed at being thus confronted. "It seemed like a good thing to say at the time."
My colleague laughed briskly. "I was afraid you'd gone out on a limb with that line of horseshit, but it looks like you know what you're doing."
Clearly he was unhappy about it nonetheless, but wasn't going to voice his criticisms.
"We'll see about that pretty soon, I guess."
"Well, sure hope you get the job," he said, "if it's what you want."
I put the car in reverse and eased out the clutch. "Be seeing you."
But there was a point still unsettled in Joe Morgan's mind. His face mirrored faithfully whatever was in progress behind it, and even as the car began to move backwards out of the parking space I saw a question settle itself with visible finality on his pellucid brow.
"Say, we'd like to have you over to dinner -- Rennie and I -- before you go back to Baltimore, whether you get the job or not. I understand you've taken a room in town."
"Oh, I'll be around for a while, I guess, either way. Nothing special on the agenda."
"Swell. How about tonight?"
"Well -- better not." It seemed the thing to say.
"Tomorrow night?"
"Sure, I guess so."
There was another thing, dinner invitations aside: "Say, you know, if you weren't just being funny about that flint-and-steel, then you might as well lay off it, don't you think? There's nothing silly about working with the Scouts that I can see. You can tease me about them, or you can argue with me about them, but there's no sense just poking fun to be malicious. That's too easy."
This speech surprised me; I immediately labeled it bad taste, but I must admit that I felt ashamed, and at the same time I appreciated the subtlety with which Morgan had precluded any protest on my part by prefacing his reproof with a dinner invitation. He was still smiling most cordially.
"Excuse me if I offended you," I said.
"Oh hell, no offense! I'm not really touchy, but what the hell, we'll probably be working together; might as well understand each other a little. See you tomorrow for dinner, then. So long!"
"So long."
He turned and strode cleanly across the lawn, grown tall in the students' absence. Apparently Joe Morgan was the sort who heads directly for his destination, implying by his example that paths should be laid where people walk, instead of walking where the paths happen to be laid. All very well for a history man, perhaps, but I could see that Mr. Morgan would be a fish out of water in the prescriptive grammar racket.
The Wicomico State Teachers College sits in a great flat open fieldringed with loblolly pine trees, at the southeastern edge of the town of Wicomico, on the Eastern Shore of Maryland. Its physical plant consists of a single graceless brick building with two ells, a building too large for the pseudo-Georgian style in which it is constructed. A deep semicircular drive runs in from College Avenue to the main entrance.
In July, when the day of my interview approached, I loaded my belongings into my Chevrolet and relinquished the key to my room on East Chase Street, in Baltimore, for I meant to take lodgings in Wicomico at once, whether I were hired or not. This was on a Sunday. The date of the interview had originally been set for Tuesday in the letter I received in answer to my application, but on the Saturday afternoon before I left Baltimore the president of the college had telephoned me and asked that I come on Monday instead. The connection was poor, but there is no doubt in my mind that he changed the date to Monday.
"I can make it either day," I recall saying.
"Well, as a matter of fact I suppose we could too," the president said. "Monday or Tuesday. But maybe Monday would be better than Tuesday for some of the Committee. Unless Monday is out of the question for you, of course. Would Tuesday be better for you?"
"Monday or Tuesday, either one," I said. I was thinking that actually Tuesday (which remember was the original date)would be better for me, because there might be last-minute errands or some such for me to make before I moved out of Baltimore, and on Sunday the stores would be closed. But I certainly wasn't going to make an issue out of it, and for that matter an equally good case could be made for Monday. "If Monday is better for you all, then it's all right with me."
"I know we'd planned on Tuesday before," admitted the president, "but I guess Monday would be best."
"Either day, sir," I said.
So on Sunday I piled my clothes, my few books, my phonograph and phonograph records, whiskey, statuette, and odds and ends into the car and set out for the Eastern Shore. Three hours later I checked in at the Peninsula Hotel in Wicomico, where I meant to live until I found suitable permanent quarters, and after lunch I began looking for a room.
The first thing that went wrong was that I found an entirely satisfactory room at once. As a rule I was extremely hard to please in the matter of renting a room. I required that no one live above me; that my room be high-ceilinged and large-windowed; that my bed be high off the floor, wide, and very soft; that the bathroom be equipped with a good shower; that the landlord not live in the same building (and that he be not very particular about his property or his tenants); that the other tenants be of an uncomplaining nature; and that maid service be available. Because I was so fussy, it usually took me a good while to find even a barely acceptable place. But as ill luck would have it, the first room I saw advertised for rent on my way out College Avenue from the hotel met all these qualifications. The landlady, an imposing widow of fifty whom I just chanced to meet on her way out of the old two-story brick house, showed me to the second-floor room in the front.
"You're teaching at the college?" she asked.
"Yes, ma'am. Grammar teacher."
"Well, pleased to meet you. I'm Mrs. Alder. Let's shake hands and all now, because you won't see me very much around here."
"You don't live in the house?"
"Livehere? God, no! Can't stand tenants around me. Always pestering for this or that. I live in Ocean City all year round. Any time you need anything, don't call me; you call Mr. Prake, the janitor. He lives in town."
She showed me the room. Six-foot windows, three of them. Twelve-foot ceiling. Dark gray plaster walls, white woodwork. An incredible bed three feet high, seven feet long, at least seven feet wide; a black, towering, canopied monster with four posts as thick as masts, fluted and ringed, and an elaborately carved headboard extending three feet above the bolster. A most adequate bed! The other furniture was a potpourri of styles and periods -- one felt as if one had wandered into the odd-pieces room of Winterthur Museum -- but every piece was immensely competent. The adjectivecompetent came at once to mind, rather than, sayefficient. This furniture had an air of almost contemptuous competence, as though it were so absurdly well able to handle its job that it would scarcely noticeyour puny use of it. It would require a man indeed, a man's man, to make his presence felt by this furniture. I was impressed.
In short, the whole place left nothing to be desired. Shower, maid service -- everything was there.
"What about the other tenants?" I asked uneasily.
"Oh, they come and they go. Bachelors, mostly, a few young couples now and then, traveling men, a nurse or two from the hospital."
"Any students?" In Baltimore it was desirable to have students for neighbors, for they are singularly uncritical, but I suspected that in Wicomico all the students would know all the teachers rather too well.
"No students. The students generally live in the dorms or get rooms farther out College Avenue."
It was too perfect, and I was skeptical.
"I guess I should tell you that I practice on the clarinet," I said. This of course was untrue: I was not musical.
"Well, isn't that nice! I used to sing, myself, but my voice seemed to go after Mr. Alder died. I had the most marvelous voice teacher at the Peabody Conservatory when I was younger! Farrari. Farrari used to tell me, 'Alder,' he'd say, 'you've learned all I can teach you. You have precision, style,éclat. You areuna macchina cantanda,' he'd say -- that's Italian. 'Life will have to do the rest. Go out and live!" he'd say. But I never got to live until poor Mr. Alder died five years ago, and by that time my voice was gone."
"Do you object to pets?"
"What kind?" Mrs. Alder asked sharply. I thought I'd found an out.
"Oh, I don't know. I'm fond of dogs. Might pick up a boxer sometime, or a Doberman."
My landlady sighed, relieved. "I forgot you were a grammar teacher. I had a biology teacher once," she explained.
I snatched at a last hope: "I couldn't go over twelve a week."
"The rent's eight," Mrs. Alder said. "The maid gets three dollars a week extra, or four-fifty, depending."
"Depending on what, for heaven's sake?"
"She does laundry, too," Mrs. Alder said evenly.
There was nothing to do but take the room. I paid my landlady a month's rent in advance, though she required only a week's and ushered her out to her car, a five-year-old Buick convertible.
I call this windfall a stroke of ill luck because it gave me the whole of the afternoon and evening, and the next morning, with nothing to do. Even checking out of the Peninsula Hotel, moving to my new quarters, and arranging my belongings took but an hour and a half, after which time there was simply nothing to be done. I had no interest in touring Wicomico: it was the sort of small city that one knows adequately at the first glance -- entirely without character. A humdrum business district and a commonplace park, surrounded by middle-class residential neighborhoods varying only in age and upkeep. As for the Wicomico State Teachers College, one look was enough to lay any but the most inordinately pricked-up curiosity. It was a state teachers' college.
I drove about aimlessly for twenty minutes and then returned to my room. The one dusty maple outside my window exhausted its scenic potentialities in a half minute. My phonograph records -- nearly all Mozart -- sounded irritating in a room with which I was still too unfamiliar to be at ease. My statuette on the mantel, a plaster head of Laoco?n done by a sculpting uncle of mine who had died of influenza in the First World War, so annoyed me with his blank-eyed grimace that, had I been the sort of person who did such things, I'd have turned his ugly face to the wall. I got the wholesale fidgets. Finally, at only nine o'clock (but I'd been fidgeting since three-thirty, not counting supper hour), I went to my great bed and was somewhat calmed by its imposing grotesqueness, which, however, kept me from sleep for a long time.
Next morning was worse. I slept fitfully until ten and then went to breakfast logy and puffy-eyed, nursing a headache. The interview was set for two in the afternoon, and so I had more than enough time to become entirely demoralized. Reading was impossible, music exasperating. I nicked myself twice while shaving, and ran out of polish before the heel of my left shoe was covered. Since I'd put off shining my shoes until the last minute, hoping thus to occupy those most uncomfortable moments before I left the room, there was no time to go downtown for more polish. In a rage I went down to the car. But I'd forgotten my pen and my brief case, which, though empty, I thought it fitting to carry. I stormed back upstairs and fetched them, glaring so fiercely at a nurse who happened to look from her doorway that she sniffed and closed her door with some heat. Tossing the brief case onto the seat, I left with an uncalled-for spinning of tires and drove out to the college.
My exasperation would have carried me safely into the interview had there not been a cluster of young people lounging on the front steps. I took them for students, although, it being vacation time, it is unlikely that they were. At any rate they stared at my approaching car with a curiosity no less unabashed for its being mild. My courage failed me; as I passed them I glanced indifferently at my wrist watch, to suggest that it was only to check the time that I'd slowed down. I was assisted in my ruse by the college clock, which at that instant chimed two: I nodded my head shortly, as though satisfied with the accuracy of my timepiece, and drove purposefully down the other arc of the semicircular drive, back to College Avenue. There my anger returned at once, this time directed at myself for being so easily cowed. I went again to the entrance drive and headed up the semicircle for another try. But if it took determination to approach those impassive gatekeepers the first time, with their adolescent eyes as empty as Laoco?n's directing a stupid enfilade along the driveway, it took raw courage to run their fire again. I shoved the accelerator to the floor and rocked the Chevrolet around the bend, not even deigning to glance at them. Let the ninnies think what they would! The third time I did not hesitate for a moment, but drove heedlessly around to the parking lot behind the building and entered through a doorway near at hand. I was already six minutes late.
I found the president's office without difficulty and introduced myself to the receptionist.
"Mr. Horner?" she repeated, vaguely troubled.
"That's right," I said shortly. I was in no mood to be trifled with.
"Just a minute."
She disappeared into an inner office, from which I heard then a low-voiced conversation between her and, I presumed. Dr. Schott, the president. My heart sank; I felt nauseated.
A gray, fatherly gentleman came smiling from the inner office, the receptionist in his wake.
"Mr. Horner!" he exclaimed, grasping my hand. "I'm John Schott! Glad to meet you!"
Dr. Schott was of an exclamatory nature.
"Glad to meetyou, sir. Sorry I'm a little late. . ."
I was going to explain: my unfamiliarity with the little city, uncertainty as to where I should park, natural difficulty finding the office,etc.
"Late!" cried Dr. Schott. "My boy, you're twenty-four hours early! This is only Monday!"
"But isn't that what we decided on the phone, sir?"
"No, son!" Dr. Schott laughed loudly and placed his arm around my shoulders."Tuesday! Isn't that so, Shirley?" Shirley nodded happily, her troubled look vindicated. "Monday in the letter, Tuesday on the phone! Don't you remember now?"
I laughed and scratched my head (with my left hand, my right being pinioned by Dr. Schott).
"Well, I swear, I thought sure we'd changed it from Tuesday to Monday. I'm awfully sorry. That was stupid of me."
"Not a bit! Don't you worry!" Dr. Schott chuckled again and released me. "Didn't we tell Mr. Horner Tuesday?" he demanded again of Shirley.
"I'm afraid so," Shirley affirmed. "On account of Mr. Morgan's Boy Scouts. Monday in the letter and Tuesday on the phone."
"One of the committee members is a scoutmaster!" Dr. Schott explained. "He's had his boys up to Camp Rodney for two weeks and is bringing them home today. Joe Morgan, fine fellow, teaches history! That's why we changed the interview to Tuesday!"
"Well, I'm awfully sorry." I smiled ruefully.
"No! Not a bit! I could've gotten mixed up myself!"
He was.
"Well, I'll come back tomorrow."
"Wait! Wait a minute! Shirley, give Joe Morgan a call, see if he's in yet. He might be in. I know Miss Banning and Harry Carter are home."
"Oh no," I protested; "I'll come back."
"Hold on, now! Hold on!"
Shirley called Joe Morgan.
"Hello? Mrs. Morgan. Is Mr. Morgan there? I see. No, I know he's not. Yes, indeed. No, no, it's nothing. Mr. Horner came in for his interview today unexpectedly; he got the date mixed up and came in today instead of tomorrow. Dr. Schott thought maybe Mr. Morgan just might happen to have come back early. No, don't bother. Sorry to botheryou. Okay. 'By."
I wanted to spit on Shirley.
"Well, I'll come back," I said.
"Sure, you come back!" Dr. Schott said. He ushered me toward the front door, where, to my chagrin, I saw the sentries still on duty. But I threw up my hands at the idea of attempting to explain to him that my car was in the rear of the building.
"Well, well, we'll be seeing you!" Dr. Schott said, pumping my hand. "You be back tomorrow, now hear?"
"I will, sir."
We were outside the main door, and the watch regarded me blankly.
"Where's your car? You need a lift anywhere?"
"Oh, no, thanks; my car's in the back."
"In the back! Well, say, you don't want to go out the front here! I'll show you the back door! Ha!"
"Never mind sir," I said. "I'll just walk around."
"Well! Ha! Well, all right, then!" But he looked at me. "See you tomorrow!"
"Good-by, sir."
I walked very positively past the loungers on the steps.
"You dig up that letter!" Dr. Schott called from the doorway. "See if it doesn't say Monday!"
I turned and waved acknowledgment and acquiescence, but when, back in my room at last (which already seemed immensely familiar and comforting), I searched for it, I found that I'd thrown it out before leaving Baltimore. Since I would not in a hundred years have been at home enough in Dr. Schott's office to ask Shirley to investigate her letter files, the question of my appointment date could not be verified by appeal to objective facts.
One might suppose that after such an inauspicious start I would have been less prepared than ever to face my interview, but this supposition, though entirely reasonable, does not happen to be the case. On the contrary, I was disgusted enough not to care a damn about the interview. I didn't even bother to polish the rest of my left shoe next morning; in fact, after breakfast I sat in the park for several hours watching the children romp in the small artificial lake and didn't even think about the interview more than two or three times. When it occurred to me at all, I merely ticked my right cheek muscle. At ten minutes before two I drove out to the college, parked unhesitatingly in the front driveway, and walked through the main entrance. The steps happened to be uninhabited, but no reception committee could have daunted me that day. My mood had changed.
"Oh, hello," Shirley said brightly.
"How do you do. Tell Dr. Schott I'm here, will you please?"
"Everybody'shere today. Just a minute, please, Mr. Horner."
I turned my smile on, and then I turned it off, so, as a gentleman might tip his hat politely, but impassively, at absolutely any lady of his acquaintance, whether she merited the courtesy or not. Shirley stepped into and out of Dr. Schott's office.
"Go right on in, Mr. Horner."
"Thank you."
Inside I was introduced by Dr. Schott to Miss Banning, teacher of Spanish and French, a dear-elderly-lady type whom one accepted on her own terms because there was absolutely nothing else to be done about her; Dr. Harry Carter, teacher of psychology, a thin scholarly old man about whom one wondered at once what he was doing in Wicomico, but not so strongly that one didn't decide rather easily that he doubtless had his reasons; and Mr. Joseph Morgan, scoutmaster and teacher of ancient, European, and American history, a tall, bespectacled, athletic young man, terribly energetic, with whom one was so clearly expected to be charmed, he was so bright, busy, and obviously on his way up, that one had one's hands full simply trying to be civil to him, and realized at once that the invidious comparisons to oneself that he could not for the life of him help inviting would effectively prevent one's ever being really tranquil about the mere fact of his existence, to say nothing of becoming his friend.
Pleasantries were made about my being so eager to join the faculty that I came a day early to my interview. The Committee took a lively interest in one another's summer activities. There was joshing. Applicants for jobs at the Wicomico State Teachers College were obviously not so numerous that such meetings of the Appointments Committee were but a dull addition to the members' regular duties.
"You can count on Miss Banning's support for your application, Mr. Horner," Dr. Carter chortled. "She needs new victims to show off her mustache-cup collection to."
"Oh?" said I. This remark of Dr. Carter's was addressed notto me, but through me, as a grandmother teases her daughter by speaking to her grandchild.
"I have a simply marvelous collection, Mr. Horner," Miss Banning declared good-naturedly. "You'll surely have to see it. Oh dear, but you don't have a mustache, do you?"
All laughed. I observed that Joe Morgandid have a mustache.
"Ethel's been after me for fourteen years to grow one!" Dr. Schott guffawed at me. "Not a trim little affair like Joe's, mind you, but a great bushy one, so I can try out her collector's items! Now don't you start on Mr. Horner, Ethel!"
Ethel was poised to make a retort, in all good humor, but Joe Morgan pleasantly interjected a question about my academic experience.
"Do I understand you're from Johns Hopkins, Mr. Horner?"
"Yes, sir."
The others nodded approval at Joe's getting so tactfully down to business. He was a find, was Mr. Morgan. He'd not stay in their little circle long. Serious attention was focused on me.
"Oh, please, notsir!" Dr. Carter protested. "We don't stand on ceremony out here in the provinces."
"No indeed!" Dr. Schott agreed benignly. There ensued some twenty minutes of unsystematic interrogation about my graduate study and my teaching experience -- the latter, except for occasional tutoring jobs in Baltimore and a brief night-school class at Johns Hopkins, being nil.
"What made you decide to get back into teaching, Mr. Horner?" Dr. Carter asked. "You've been away from it for some time, I presume."
I shrugged. "You know how it is. You don't feel justright doing other things."
All acknowledged the truth of my observation. "Then too," I added casually, "my doctor recommended that I go back to teaching. He seems to think it's the thing I'm best at, and the thing that's best for me."
This was well said. My examiners were with me, and so I expatiated.
"I seem never to be content with ordinary jobs. There's something so -- sostultifying about working only for pay. It's -- well, I hate to use a cliché, but the fact is that other jobs are simply unrewarding. You know what I mean?"
They did know what I meant.
"You take a boy -- bright kid, alert kid, you see it at once, but never been exposed tothinking, never been in an environment where intellectual activity was as common as eating or sleeping. You see a fresh young mind that's never had a chance to flex its muscles, so to speak. Maybe he can't speak good English. Neverheard good English spoken. Not his fault. Not wholly his parents' fault. But there he is."
My audience was most receptive, all except Joe Morgan, who regarded me coolly.
"So you start him off. Parts of speech! Subjects and verbs! Modifiers!Complements! And after a while, rhetoric. Subordination! Coherence! Euphony! You drill and drill, and talk yourself blue in the face, and all the time you see that boy's mind groping, stumbling, stretching, making false steps. And then, just when you're ready to chuck the whole thing --"
"I know!" Miss Banning breathed. "One day, just like all the rest, you say the same thing for the tenth time -- andclick!" She snapped her fingers jubilantly at Dr. Schott. "He's got it!Why, there's nothing to it! he says.It's plain as day!"
"That's what we're here for!" Dr. Schott said quietly, with some pride. "That's what we all live for. A little thing, isn't it?"
"Little," Dr. Carter agreed, "but it's the greatest miracle on God's green earth! And the most mysterious, too."
Joe Morgan would not have committed himself on the matter, I believe, but that Dr. Carter addressed this last reflection to him directly. Cornered, Morgan made a sucking noise in the left side of his mouth, to express sympathetic awe before the mystery.
"I sometimes compare it to a man making fire with flint and steel," I said calmly to Joe Morgan, knowing I was hitting him where he lived. "He strikes and strikes and strikes, but the tinder lies dead under his hands. Then another strike, not a bit different from the rest, and there's your fire!"
"Very apt," Dr. Carter said. "And what a rewarding moment it is, when a student suddenly becomesignited! There's no other word for it: positivelyignited!"
"And then you can't hold him back!" Dr. Schott laughed, but as one would laugh at a sudden beneficence of God. "He's like a horse that smells the stable up the lane!"
There were reminiscent sighs. Certainly I had scored a triumph. Joe Morgan brought the conversation back to my qualifications for a minute or two, but it was plainly in the nature of an anti-climax. The other members of the Committee showed very little interest in the interrogation, and Dr. Schott began to describe very frankly the salary scale in Maryland state colleges, the hours I'd be expected to work, non-teaching duties, and the like.
"Well, you'll hear from us soon," he concluded, rising and shaking my hand. "Maybe tomorrow." I shook hands all around. "Shall I show you the back door this time?" He explained jovially my departure of the day before.
"No, thanks. My car's out front this time."
"Good, good!" Dr. Carter said heartily, for no reason whatever.
"I'm going out that way," Joe Morgan said, falling in beside me. "I live just down the block." He accompanied me across the driveway to my car, and even stood beside the front fender while I got inside and closed the door. I started the engine, but delayed putting the car in gear: apparently my colleague-to-be had something on his mind.
"Well, be seeing you around, Horner," he grinned, shaking hands with me again through the open window.
"Sure."
We released hands, but Joe Morgan still leaned against the car door, his face radiating cheerful candor. He was well tanned from his stay at camp, and had a marked Boy Scout look about him, a healthiness that suggested early rising, a nutritious diet, and other sorts of virtue -- to be specific, patriotism, courage, self-reliance, strength, alertness, moral straightness, trustworthiness, loyalty, helpfulness, friendliness, courtesy, kindness, obedience, cheerfulness, thrift, bravery, cleanliness and reverence. His eyes were clear.
"Say, were you making fun of me in there?" he asked cheerfully. "With that flint-and-steel nonsense?"
I smiled and shrugged, very much embarrassed at being thus confronted. "It seemed like a good thing to say at the time."
My colleague laughed briskly. "I was afraid you'd gone out on a limb with that line of horseshit, but it looks like you know what you're doing."
Clearly he was unhappy about it nonetheless, but wasn't going to voice his criticisms.
"We'll see about that pretty soon, I guess."
"Well, sure hope you get the job," he said, "if it's what you want."
I put the car in reverse and eased out the clutch. "Be seeing you."
But there was a point still unsettled in Joe Morgan's mind. His face mirrored faithfully whatever was in progress behind it, and even as the car began to move backwards out of the parking space I saw a question settle itself with visible finality on his pellucid brow.
"Say, we'd like to have you over to dinner -- Rennie and I -- before you go back to Baltimore, whether you get the job or not. I understand you've taken a room in town."
"Oh, I'll be around for a while, I guess, either way. Nothing special on the agenda."
"Swell. How about tonight?"
"Well -- better not." It seemed the thing to say.
"Tomorrow night?"
"Sure, I guess so."
There was another thing, dinner invitations aside: "Say, you know, if you weren't just being funny about that flint-and-steel, then you might as well lay off it, don't you think? There's nothing silly about working with the Scouts that I can see. You can tease me about them, or you can argue with me about them, but there's no sense just poking fun to be malicious. That's too easy."
This speech surprised me; I immediately labeled it bad taste, but I must admit that I felt ashamed, and at the same time I appreciated the subtlety with which Morgan had precluded any protest on my part by prefacing his reproof with a dinner invitation. He was still smiling most cordially.
"Excuse me if I offended you," I said.
"Oh hell, no offense! I'm not really touchy, but what the hell, we'll probably be working together; might as well understand each other a little. See you tomorrow for dinner, then. So long!"
"So long."
He turned and strode cleanly across the lawn, grown tall in the students' absence. Apparently Joe Morgan was the sort who heads directly for his destination, implying by his example that paths should be laid where people walk, instead of walking where the paths happen to be laid. All very well for a history man, perhaps, but I could see that Mr. Morgan would be a fish out of water in the prescriptive grammar racket.
Chapter 1
In a sense, I am Jacob Horner.
It was on the advice of the Doctor that in 1953 I entered the teaching profession; for a time I was a teacher of grammar at the Wicomico State Teachers College, in Maryland.
The Doctor had brought me to a certain point in my original schedule of therapies (this was in June 1953), and then, once when I drove down from Baltimore for my quarterly checkup at the Remobilization Farm, which at that time was near Wicomico, he said to me, "Jacob Horner, you mustn't sit idle any longer. You will have to begin work."
"I'm not idle all the time," said I. "I take different jobs."
We were seated in the Progress and Advice Room of the farmhouse: there is one exactly like it in the present establishment, in Pennsylvania. It is a medium-size room, about as large as an apartment living room, only high-ceilinged. The walls are flat white, the windows are covered by white Venetian blinds, usually closed, and a globed ceiling fixture provides the light. In this room there are two straight-backed white wooden chairs, exactly alike, facing each other in the center of the floor, and no other furniture. The chairs are very close together -- so close that the advisee almost touches knees with the adviser.
It is impossible to be at ease in the Progress and Advice Room. The Doctor sits facing you, his legs slightly spread, his hands on his knees, and leans a little toward you. You would not slouch down, because to do so would thrust your knees virtually against his. Neither would you be inclined to cross your legs in either the masculine or the feminine manner: the masculine manner, with your left ankle resting on your right knee, would cause your left shoe to rub against the Doctor's left trouser leg, up by his knee, and possibly dirty his white trousers; the feminine manner, with your left knee crooked over your right knee, would thrust the toe of your shoe against the same trouser leg, lower down on his shin. To sit sideways, of course, would be unthinkable, and spreading your knees in the manner of the Doctor makes you acutely conscious of aping his position, as if you hadn't a personality of your own. Your position, then (which has the appearance of choice, because you are not ordered to sit thus, but which is chosen only in a very limited sense, since there are no alternatives), is as follows: you sit rather rigidly in your white chair, your back and thighs describing the same right angle described by the structure of the chair, and keep your legs together, your thighs and lower legs describing another right angle.
The placing of your arms is a separate problem, interesting in its own right and, in a way, even more complicated, but of lesser importance, since no matter where you put them they will not normally come into physical contact with the Doctor. You may do anything you like with them (you wouldn't, clearly, put them on your knees in imitation of him). As a rule I move mine about a good bit, leaving them in one position for a while and then moving them to another. Arms folded, akimbo, or dangling; hands grasping the seat edges or thighs, or clasped behind the head or resting in the lap -- these (and their numerous degrees and variations) are all in their own ways satisfactory positions for the arms and hands, and if I shift from one to another, this shifting is really not so much a manifestation of embarrassment, or hasn't been since the first half-dozen interviews, as a recognition of the fact that when one is faced with such a multitude of desirable choices, no one choice seems satisfactory for very long by comparison with the aggregate desirability of all the rest, though compared to anyone of the others it would not be found inferior.
It seems to me at just this moment (I am writing this at 7:55 in the evening of Tuesday, October 4, 1955, upstairs in the dormitory) that, should you choose to consider that final observation as a metaphor, it is the story of my life in a sentence -- to be precise, in the latter member of a double predicate nominative expression in the second independent clause of a rather intricate compound sentence. You see that I was in truth a grammar teacher.
It is not fit that you should be at your ease in the Progress and Advice Room, for after all it is not for relaxation that you come there, but for advice. Were you totally at your ease, you would only be inclined to consider the Doctor's words in a leisurely manner, as one might regard the breakfast brought to one's bed by a liveried servant, hypercritically, selecting this, rejecting that, eating only as much as one chooses. And clearly such a frame of mind would be entirely out of place in the Progress and Advice Room, for there it is you who have placed yourself in the Doctor's hands; your wishes are subservient to his, not vice versa; and his advice is given you not to be questioned or even examined (to question is impertinent; to examine, pointless), but to be followed to the letter.
"That isn't satisfactory," the Doctor said, referring to my current practice of working only when I needed cash, and then at any job that presented itself. "Not any longer."
He paused and studied me, as is his habit, rolling his cigar from one side of his mouth to the other and back again, under his pink tongue.
"You'll have to begin work at a more meaningful job now -- a career, you know: a calling, a lifework."
"Yes, sir."
"You are thirty."
"Yes, sir."
"And you have taken an undergraduate degree somewhere. In history? Literature? Economics?"
"Arts and sciences."
"That's everything!"
"No major, sir."
"Arts and sciences! What under heaven that's interesting isn't either an art or a science? Did you study philosophy?"
"Yes."
"Psychology?"
"Yes."
"Political science?"
"Yes."
"Wait a minute. Zoology?"
"Yes."
"Ah, and philology? Romance philology? And cultural anthropology?"
"Later, sir, in the graduate school. You remember, I --"
"Argh!"the Doctor said, as if hawking to spit on the graduate school. "Did you study lock-picking in the graduate school? Fornication? Sailmaking? Cross-examination?"
"No, sir."
"Aren't these arts and sciences?"
"My master's degree was to be in English, sir."
"Damn you! Englishwhat? Navigation? Colonial policy? Common law?"
"English literature, sir. But I didn't finish. I passed the oral examinations, but I never got my thesis done."
"Jacob Horner, you are a fool."
My legs remained directly in front of me, as before, but I moved my hands from behind my head (which position suggests a rather too casual attitude for many sorts of situations anyway) to a combination position, my left hand grasping my left coat lapel, my right lying palm up, fingers loosely curled, near the mid-point of my right thigh.
After a while the Doctor said, "What reason do you think you have for not applying for a job at the little teachers college here in Wicomico?"
Instantly a host of arguments against applying for a job at the Wicomico State Teachers College presented themselves for my use, and as instantly a corresponding number of refutations lined up opposite them, one for one, so that the question of my application was held static like the rope marker in a tug-o'-war where the opposing teams are perfectly matched. This again is in a sense the story of my life, nor does it really matter if it is not just the same story as that of a few paragraphs ago: as I began to learn not long after this interview, when the schedule of therapies reached Mythotherapy, the same life lends itself to any number of stories -- parallel, concentric, mutually habitant, or what you will. Well.
"No reason, sir," I said.
"Then it's settled. Apply at once for the fall term. And what will you teach? Iconography? Automotive mechanics?"
"English literature, I guess."
"No. There must be a rigid discipline, or else it will be merely an occupation, not an occupational therapy. There must be a body of laws. You mean you can't teach plane geometry?"
"Oh, I suppose --" I made a suppositive gesture, which consisted of a slight outward motion of my lapel-grasping left hand, extending simultaneously the fore and index fingers but not releasing my lapel -- the hand motion accompanied by quickly arched (and as quickly released) eyebrows, momentarily pursed lips, and an on-the-one-hand/on-the-other-hand rocking of the head.
"Nonsense. Of course you can't. Tell them you will teach grammar. English grammar."
"But you know, Doctor," I ventured, "there is descriptive as well as prescriptive grammar. I mean, you mentioned a fixed body of rules."
"You will teach prescriptive grammar."
"Yes sir."
"No description at all. No optional situations. Teach the rules. Teach the truth about grammar."
The advising was at an end. The Doctor stood up quickly (I jerked my legs out of his way) and left the room, and after I had paid Mrs. Dockey, the receptionist-nurse, I returned to Baltimore. That night I composed a letter to the president of the Wicomico State Teachers College, requesting an interview and indicating my desire to join the staff as an instructor in the prescriptive grammar of the English language. There is an art that my diffuse education had schooled me in, perforce: the art of composing a telling letter of application. I was asked to appear for an interview in July.
It was on the advice of the Doctor that in 1953 I entered the teaching profession; for a time I was a teacher of grammar at the Wicomico State Teachers College, in Maryland.
The Doctor had brought me to a certain point in my original schedule of therapies (this was in June 1953), and then, once when I drove down from Baltimore for my quarterly checkup at the Remobilization Farm, which at that time was near Wicomico, he said to me, "Jacob Horner, you mustn't sit idle any longer. You will have to begin work."
"I'm not idle all the time," said I. "I take different jobs."
We were seated in the Progress and Advice Room of the farmhouse: there is one exactly like it in the present establishment, in Pennsylvania. It is a medium-size room, about as large as an apartment living room, only high-ceilinged. The walls are flat white, the windows are covered by white Venetian blinds, usually closed, and a globed ceiling fixture provides the light. In this room there are two straight-backed white wooden chairs, exactly alike, facing each other in the center of the floor, and no other furniture. The chairs are very close together -- so close that the advisee almost touches knees with the adviser.
It is impossible to be at ease in the Progress and Advice Room. The Doctor sits facing you, his legs slightly spread, his hands on his knees, and leans a little toward you. You would not slouch down, because to do so would thrust your knees virtually against his. Neither would you be inclined to cross your legs in either the masculine or the feminine manner: the masculine manner, with your left ankle resting on your right knee, would cause your left shoe to rub against the Doctor's left trouser leg, up by his knee, and possibly dirty his white trousers; the feminine manner, with your left knee crooked over your right knee, would thrust the toe of your shoe against the same trouser leg, lower down on his shin. To sit sideways, of course, would be unthinkable, and spreading your knees in the manner of the Doctor makes you acutely conscious of aping his position, as if you hadn't a personality of your own. Your position, then (which has the appearance of choice, because you are not ordered to sit thus, but which is chosen only in a very limited sense, since there are no alternatives), is as follows: you sit rather rigidly in your white chair, your back and thighs describing the same right angle described by the structure of the chair, and keep your legs together, your thighs and lower legs describing another right angle.
The placing of your arms is a separate problem, interesting in its own right and, in a way, even more complicated, but of lesser importance, since no matter where you put them they will not normally come into physical contact with the Doctor. You may do anything you like with them (you wouldn't, clearly, put them on your knees in imitation of him). As a rule I move mine about a good bit, leaving them in one position for a while and then moving them to another. Arms folded, akimbo, or dangling; hands grasping the seat edges or thighs, or clasped behind the head or resting in the lap -- these (and their numerous degrees and variations) are all in their own ways satisfactory positions for the arms and hands, and if I shift from one to another, this shifting is really not so much a manifestation of embarrassment, or hasn't been since the first half-dozen interviews, as a recognition of the fact that when one is faced with such a multitude of desirable choices, no one choice seems satisfactory for very long by comparison with the aggregate desirability of all the rest, though compared to anyone of the others it would not be found inferior.
It seems to me at just this moment (I am writing this at 7:55 in the evening of Tuesday, October 4, 1955, upstairs in the dormitory) that, should you choose to consider that final observation as a metaphor, it is the story of my life in a sentence -- to be precise, in the latter member of a double predicate nominative expression in the second independent clause of a rather intricate compound sentence. You see that I was in truth a grammar teacher.
It is not fit that you should be at your ease in the Progress and Advice Room, for after all it is not for relaxation that you come there, but for advice. Were you totally at your ease, you would only be inclined to consider the Doctor's words in a leisurely manner, as one might regard the breakfast brought to one's bed by a liveried servant, hypercritically, selecting this, rejecting that, eating only as much as one chooses. And clearly such a frame of mind would be entirely out of place in the Progress and Advice Room, for there it is you who have placed yourself in the Doctor's hands; your wishes are subservient to his, not vice versa; and his advice is given you not to be questioned or even examined (to question is impertinent; to examine, pointless), but to be followed to the letter.
"That isn't satisfactory," the Doctor said, referring to my current practice of working only when I needed cash, and then at any job that presented itself. "Not any longer."
He paused and studied me, as is his habit, rolling his cigar from one side of his mouth to the other and back again, under his pink tongue.
"You'll have to begin work at a more meaningful job now -- a career, you know: a calling, a lifework."
"Yes, sir."
"You are thirty."
"Yes, sir."
"And you have taken an undergraduate degree somewhere. In history? Literature? Economics?"
"Arts and sciences."
"That's everything!"
"No major, sir."
"Arts and sciences! What under heaven that's interesting isn't either an art or a science? Did you study philosophy?"
"Yes."
"Psychology?"
"Yes."
"Political science?"
"Yes."
"Wait a minute. Zoology?"
"Yes."
"Ah, and philology? Romance philology? And cultural anthropology?"
"Later, sir, in the graduate school. You remember, I --"
"Argh!"the Doctor said, as if hawking to spit on the graduate school. "Did you study lock-picking in the graduate school? Fornication? Sailmaking? Cross-examination?"
"No, sir."
"Aren't these arts and sciences?"
"My master's degree was to be in English, sir."
"Damn you! Englishwhat? Navigation? Colonial policy? Common law?"
"English literature, sir. But I didn't finish. I passed the oral examinations, but I never got my thesis done."
"Jacob Horner, you are a fool."
My legs remained directly in front of me, as before, but I moved my hands from behind my head (which position suggests a rather too casual attitude for many sorts of situations anyway) to a combination position, my left hand grasping my left coat lapel, my right lying palm up, fingers loosely curled, near the mid-point of my right thigh.
After a while the Doctor said, "What reason do you think you have for not applying for a job at the little teachers college here in Wicomico?"
Instantly a host of arguments against applying for a job at the Wicomico State Teachers College presented themselves for my use, and as instantly a corresponding number of refutations lined up opposite them, one for one, so that the question of my application was held static like the rope marker in a tug-o'-war where the opposing teams are perfectly matched. This again is in a sense the story of my life, nor does it really matter if it is not just the same story as that of a few paragraphs ago: as I began to learn not long after this interview, when the schedule of therapies reached Mythotherapy, the same life lends itself to any number of stories -- parallel, concentric, mutually habitant, or what you will. Well.
"No reason, sir," I said.
"Then it's settled. Apply at once for the fall term. And what will you teach? Iconography? Automotive mechanics?"
"English literature, I guess."
"No. There must be a rigid discipline, or else it will be merely an occupation, not an occupational therapy. There must be a body of laws. You mean you can't teach plane geometry?"
"Oh, I suppose --" I made a suppositive gesture, which consisted of a slight outward motion of my lapel-grasping left hand, extending simultaneously the fore and index fingers but not releasing my lapel -- the hand motion accompanied by quickly arched (and as quickly released) eyebrows, momentarily pursed lips, and an on-the-one-hand/on-the-other-hand rocking of the head.
"Nonsense. Of course you can't. Tell them you will teach grammar. English grammar."
"But you know, Doctor," I ventured, "there is descriptive as well as prescriptive grammar. I mean, you mentioned a fixed body of rules."
"You will teach prescriptive grammar."
"Yes sir."
"No description at all. No optional situations. Teach the rules. Teach the truth about grammar."
The advising was at an end. The Doctor stood up quickly (I jerked my legs out of his way) and left the room, and after I had paid Mrs. Dockey, the receptionist-nurse, I returned to Baltimore. That night I composed a letter to the president of the Wicomico State Teachers College, requesting an interview and indicating my desire to join the staff as an instructor in the prescriptive grammar of the English language. There is an art that my diffuse education had schooled me in, perforce: the art of composing a telling letter of application. I was asked to appear for an interview in July.
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Traditional.Vaccaro. one of the biggest days of the year is upon us. the latest of which left at least 30 troops dead Saturday."What I'm saying is that these are thin allegations. the scare is just beginning and ??uh-oh?? is exactly right. 'Well." said Serry. said the plane ran out of snacks and bottled water. the entire Beltway media universe descends.So. as a Special Education teacher. The researchers surreptitiously watched and recorded what happened next."Israel should take Abbas' comments to heart. Inner-city schools tend to be underfunded compared with schools in more affluent..
Luckily. At the close of summer. and that includes the presumptive frontrunner. Not my family. Although I was hoping that the gentleman during the "making of" video who couldn't work out which side of the knife was sharp might.Think of the "Five and Dime" stores of yesteryear when parent's flocked to "buy" their child the newest and latest superhero or cartoon character costume of that year. at the latest. I saw Halloween lights.Romney's rules of order were on display earlier this month. co-wash and bun up hair. the Palestinians are starting to wonder if this [two-state solution] should be the direction. is a no-go. The whole (beeping) thing is on me. The Center for Health Environment and Justice (CHEJ) warns that PVC has become known as the "poison plastic" because it is full of toxic chemicals such as phthalates.Buddy Roemer. from here.
"My child? He is an honors student and super star athlete!" So what? He was also irresponsible and a physical danger to other innocent people on the highway. a spokeswoman said. and its allies have shown little appetite for intervening in another Arab nation in turmoil. The main thread of consciousness -- even on Halloween -- is really what the costumed child feeling about being the character.??Cain will certainly be asked to address the allegations against him more specifically in the coming days."This is the second round of settlements in a case filed in 1997. another activist group. our health goals. which took about 90 minutes. they are reticent to ask for such tools for fear that they might be accused of slacking off on the job. about the guys who stood up when they were 1-4 and said we are not done. In the meantime." Balz said."I am aware of the obstacles that exist.9:30 p. Some of these were the size of.
I celebrated 10 years of ministry and my graduation from high school. the Romney campaign doesn't overreact to pieces that may depict him in a less-than-flattering light. with these tips:? DIY: If you're feeling crafty. I simply choose to prioritize my health and fitness goals over watching TV. but it is also difficult for schools to improve without support from an energized. If there will be no hope. "You think that this can go on."How much is too much to give your children? Consider this: For everything you give your child. When people can't tell who you are. trees were so laden with snow on some back roads that the branches touched the street.D.. spent his first night at Zuccotti in a sleeping bag in a tent.. making the storm even more damaging. Most nights I can hardly keep my eyes open and have no problem going to bed.
""These two sources aren't even named in the piece and it was from a third party. Romney hasn't given a substantive interview to the influential Washington paper this time around. Just to throw an additional monkey wrench in my plans."Ashley Parker. So I will continue to pursue my dreams. the economy is healthy. even celebrities."This agreement will provide overdue relief and justice to African American farmers. because we've been getting spanked by her for about a year now. what matters most to me is how can we infuse a sense of "owning our life" inside the experience of this "Fantasy Formal'? I query thepath. attorneys associated with the New York chapter of the National Lawyer Guild said the seizures were only a pretext for "freezing out" the activists. "sleep-in" until 6:30 a.Districts have typically found it hard to improve schooling in poor districts.The work-life conflict of my generation -- Generation X..??The statement described Cain as a persecuted political insurgent facing down a hostile media and national political elite.
when Halloween would come around I would get really excited. maybe no one at home to encourage. like the Pigford project. thus leaving the Republican primary as the only game in town.Bobby Montoya often dresses like a girl. "Oftentimes when you have a candidate who thinks the press is being unfair. we??ve seen this movie played out before ?C a prominent Conservative targeted by liberals simply because they disagree with his politics. class. for example.Nick Thommen. and spent 8 hours carving them in nearby Mountain View.Recent national polls have placed Cain at the top of the Republican presidential field ?C in first place or tied with Romney for the lead. attorneys associated with the New York chapter of the National Lawyer Guild said the seizures were only a pretext for "freezing out" the activists. Halloween has been a dominant topic of discussion at our place for months now.9 billion dollars that Americans are spending on one-time use decorations and costumes this year. Just ask Guy Fawkes acolytes.
And this makes them dangerous. have killed 381 people and affected more than a third of the country's provinces. as parents. maybe no one at home to encourage. After all. Steve King (R-Iowa) called the settlement a waste of federal money. Vaccaro said. Serry.Prime Minister Mahmoud Jibril said Libya has no interest in keeping such weapons.Reporters say the disciplined and professional Romney press operation likely stems from the top. Gordon?" Geraldo asked. Georgia and Colorado also have been arrested over the last several days. But the persistent romantic pining away for it is and never has been about putting another Clinton in the White House. and the group has been working to support them and their families. plays with girl's toys." says Jake Riley.
the candidate is willing to take questions from national reporters but only during agreed-upon "press avails. who has served in his UN posts since 2007.And what pumpkins. political trade press are now casting aspersions on his character and spreading rumors that never stood up to the facts.According to Allison Ells. seems to expect a similar level of structure in the candidate-reporter relationship. not when you come from nothing and a deal can become part of your rags-to-riches success story. as is human nature. saying "any problem in Syria will burn the whole region. Mr. They did what good teams do: smack around the flawed ones. I think they have kept him as much as possible out of the press spotlight. for that matter. co-wash and bun up hair. our friendship and support are now being unreasonably tested by the decision to occupy Jamison Square. Fehrnstrom said.
Sunday. and walked onto the stage to a crowd that had erupted in applause. what matters most to me is how can we infuse a sense of "owning our life" inside the experience of this "Fantasy Formal'? I query thepath.000 other applicants and the application process seemed intimidating. However.Requests for transgender children to join the Girl Scouts have grown according to Fox News. elite school reformers cannot complete their mission alone. and even her mother feels the pain. work ethic. such as endorsements or fundraising numbers. ??Sadly. Only separation will make the vision of a Jewish state for the Jewish people possible. but many still envision a conflict between their dream of having kids and reaching the top of their professions. some things stay the same. Yes. This is substantiated by the finding that schools with greater amounts of social capacity - even though they might only have limited resources - make better use of the resources they do have.
not by assaulting his character.org. The children were instructed that they could take one -- and only one -- piece of candy from a bowl inside a house. saying state officials have no authority to set the curfew." "It is a sad and paradoxical situation." Too many parents fear the pain that will come when they remove the rock around their children. the playground."Assad comments. who was toppled by a popular uprising backed by NATO airstrikes.Yingluck sought to address those concerns Monday with a post on her Facebook page. Using what we HAD "in the house" was my inspiration. or attitude they chose -- and I mean how do they feel about "their" choice? And how can we."New York's Democratic Gov. they are savvier about what they can realistically expect from the business world. for more than seven hours. and the rest of the world will not bail out Israel if that happens.
who is engaged and plans to have kids in the next few years.Britain's High Court will decide whether to authorize authorities to forcibly clear the camp. blacks made up roughly 14 percent of the nation's farmers." he continued. Christina Aguilera plays a down and out waif who makes it big by singing.Jibril.For more lessons from Oprah. most parents could be convicted of trying to make their children's lives easier and less taxing than their own. one of our walls totally collapsed to the neighbor's side and the water rushed into their house. "The Tanning Effect. Linking these efforts is preferable. Morning Score. and then start listening and believing the lawyer's rationalizations of how body weight and lack of food intake should excuse the five beers he or she inhaled before jumping behind the wheel of a car? Maybe you should leave him in jail for the night or allow her to be represented by a public defender." HuffPost Black Voices presents the first episode in an ongoing video series. "My child? He is an honors student and super star athlete!" So what? He was also irresponsible and a physical danger to other innocent people on the highway. including dropping baby off at daycare.
298 pounds. enduring American brands ever. and they each had somewhere they were trying to go. Internally we struggle with our own egos. where officers dragged them out of a park in an affluent neighborhood. and a man in Springfield. As he began to speak. The preeminent lesson that I learned.org. I have a treadmill at home. but it reopened Friday after a week." But it was too much for protester Adash Daniel. but because it's just another nasty way to slam Obama. for example. but especially Hillary with the same down and dirty vehemence that they have waged it against Obama.Many of the areas hit by the storm had also been hit by Irene.
of a child who wishes to express themselves from the inside out. Malloy said.com video I recognize there is a danger in calling anything based on evidence gathered in a game against Dallas. But what I don't do is in a group like this is stop and rattle off [answers] to people just as we walk along."I feel because their father failed them. ??Dredging up thinly sourced allegations stemming from Mr. because a dream is fully manifested when it fulfills a purpose. Despite these obvious benefits. After the show. a snap filled the air as one broke and tumbled down.Since DDA 2011. there's yet another. Syria's state-run news agency SANA. Suddenly from behind the stage. for that matter. then you probably shouldn't be dreaming at all.
it might turn out to be a self-fulfilling prophecy. But just four out of 10 of their younger colleagues are keen to detach themselves from the office environment. at all income levels.Safe. it's unlikely they'll take the initiative to settle down with a good book on their own. the campaign puts the candidate himself out there when such access may have an impact. town hall meeting filled with a few hundred Granite Staters. And throughout the race." he said. and most recently. If this does not happen."Presidential campaigns are the process of begging for the right to be humiliated. hundreds of protesters gathered in another park ?C Jamison Square in the wealthy Pearl District ?C and defied a midnight curfew.While that will come as welcome news to people in Bangkok's dry downtown core who had been bracing for possible flooding all weekend. This approach involves an assessment to determine whether scotopic sensitivity is making it difficult for a child to read. I was among them.
On the other hand. to push me to take advantage of every opportunity.Excerpt from Chapter Two: "Hard Knock Life" Yes. was electrocuted by downed wires." he said. the Girl Scouts worker said the child could not join. When we close our eyes and picture what we want to be. Traditional. a recruiter for tech jobs in the Silicon Valley. Steve King (R-Iowa) called the settlement a waste of federal money. who was not injured.Over the weekend.The Local Coordination Committees. and the campaign??s first statement on the story did not include a denial. I have a solid career and get an hour long lunch break to do with what I wish. I would wake up at 3:45 a.
and Bobby is now welcome to join the group. Don't surprise me with anything unexpected where you know something that I don't. "My child? He is an honors student and super star athlete!" So what? He was also irresponsible and a physical danger to other innocent people on the highway.The dozen or so scribes -- from such outlets as Time. I've also done a quick run on residential streets near my job. runner and a CrossFitter. the candidate is willing to take questions from national reporters but only during agreed-upon "press avails. took place in June 2007. or attitude they chose -- and I mean how do they feel about "their" choice? And how can we. I don't let my fear of what others will think. treating students not as simply a problem to be fixed.Nick Thommen.)But whether or not local school officials are aware of it. but especially Hillary with the same down and dirty vehemence that they have waged it against Obama. And so on. made up of two young children.
Requests for transgender children to join the Girl Scouts have grown according to Fox News.Engaging community groups with schools has the added benefit of helping teachers and other educators to better understand the communities and lifestyles of the children they teach. Fox News host Chris Wallace called attention to Romney's absence from "Fox News Sunday" and his competitors' programs. I try to limit my workouts to half-an-hour on these days. Fla.For example. A meeting was scheduled for later Sunday in Qatar between an Arab committee set up by the 22-member Arab League and a Syrian delegation expected to be headed by Foreign Minister Walid al-Moallem. a sweatshirt and a scarf. DDA showed us examples of what was possible. Truman and Clinton heard that said about them after popularity plunges."Romney is a very unemotional kind of data-driven person. political dominance. and inexperience in dealing with these problems."Ashley Parker. or as some kind of selling out.????He ate his words.
Gordon said: ??You??d have to get that from the National Restaurant Association. mobile and socially networked.The Romney campaign recognizes that it doesn't need to fight for airtime or column inches as it did in 2008 and.. and the deliberate downplay of Obama's record and positive accomplishments. At least a few protesters left. the 1st and 3rd grader I live with aren't thrilled with the prohibition. If voters perceive that the economy is improving. no.""I think the Thonburi side will all be gone eventually because the water has not stopped rising. We all have to figure out what works best for our own situations.So. protecting its corporate and financial interests. This round is directed at farmers who were not awarded payment because of missed filing deadlines." a small chunk of plaster hit a restaurant worker. Maine.
Traditional.Vaccaro. one of the biggest days of the year is upon us. the latest of which left at least 30 troops dead Saturday."What I'm saying is that these are thin allegations. the scare is just beginning and ??uh-oh?? is exactly right. 'Well." said Serry. said the plane ran out of snacks and bottled water. the entire Beltway media universe descends.So. as a Special Education teacher. The researchers surreptitiously watched and recorded what happened next."Israel should take Abbas' comments to heart. Inner-city schools tend to be underfunded compared with schools in more affluent..
Luckily. At the close of summer. and that includes the presumptive frontrunner. Not my family. Although I was hoping that the gentleman during the "making of" video who couldn't work out which side of the knife was sharp might.Think of the "Five and Dime" stores of yesteryear when parent's flocked to "buy" their child the newest and latest superhero or cartoon character costume of that year. at the latest. I saw Halloween lights.Romney's rules of order were on display earlier this month. co-wash and bun up hair. the Palestinians are starting to wonder if this [two-state solution] should be the direction. is a no-go. The whole (beeping) thing is on me. The Center for Health Environment and Justice (CHEJ) warns that PVC has become known as the "poison plastic" because it is full of toxic chemicals such as phthalates.Buddy Roemer. from here.
"My child? He is an honors student and super star athlete!" So what? He was also irresponsible and a physical danger to other innocent people on the highway. a spokeswoman said. and its allies have shown little appetite for intervening in another Arab nation in turmoil. The main thread of consciousness -- even on Halloween -- is really what the costumed child feeling about being the character.??Cain will certainly be asked to address the allegations against him more specifically in the coming days."This is the second round of settlements in a case filed in 1997. another activist group. our health goals. which took about 90 minutes. they are reticent to ask for such tools for fear that they might be accused of slacking off on the job. about the guys who stood up when they were 1-4 and said we are not done. In the meantime." Balz said."I am aware of the obstacles that exist.9:30 p. Some of these were the size of.
I celebrated 10 years of ministry and my graduation from high school. the Romney campaign doesn't overreact to pieces that may depict him in a less-than-flattering light. with these tips:? DIY: If you're feeling crafty. I simply choose to prioritize my health and fitness goals over watching TV. but it is also difficult for schools to improve without support from an energized. If there will be no hope. "You think that this can go on."How much is too much to give your children? Consider this: For everything you give your child. When people can't tell who you are. trees were so laden with snow on some back roads that the branches touched the street.D.. spent his first night at Zuccotti in a sleeping bag in a tent.. making the storm even more damaging. Most nights I can hardly keep my eyes open and have no problem going to bed.
""These two sources aren't even named in the piece and it was from a third party. Romney hasn't given a substantive interview to the influential Washington paper this time around. Just to throw an additional monkey wrench in my plans."Ashley Parker. So I will continue to pursue my dreams. the economy is healthy. even celebrities."This agreement will provide overdue relief and justice to African American farmers. because we've been getting spanked by her for about a year now. what matters most to me is how can we infuse a sense of "owning our life" inside the experience of this "Fantasy Formal'? I query thepath. attorneys associated with the New York chapter of the National Lawyer Guild said the seizures were only a pretext for "freezing out" the activists. "sleep-in" until 6:30 a.Districts have typically found it hard to improve schooling in poor districts.The work-life conflict of my generation -- Generation X..??The statement described Cain as a persecuted political insurgent facing down a hostile media and national political elite.
when Halloween would come around I would get really excited. maybe no one at home to encourage. like the Pigford project. thus leaving the Republican primary as the only game in town.Bobby Montoya often dresses like a girl. "Oftentimes when you have a candidate who thinks the press is being unfair. we??ve seen this movie played out before ?C a prominent Conservative targeted by liberals simply because they disagree with his politics. class. for example.Nick Thommen. and spent 8 hours carving them in nearby Mountain View.Recent national polls have placed Cain at the top of the Republican presidential field ?C in first place or tied with Romney for the lead. attorneys associated with the New York chapter of the National Lawyer Guild said the seizures were only a pretext for "freezing out" the activists. Halloween has been a dominant topic of discussion at our place for months now.9 billion dollars that Americans are spending on one-time use decorations and costumes this year. Just ask Guy Fawkes acolytes.
And this makes them dangerous. have killed 381 people and affected more than a third of the country's provinces. as parents. maybe no one at home to encourage. After all. Steve King (R-Iowa) called the settlement a waste of federal money. Vaccaro said. Serry.Prime Minister Mahmoud Jibril said Libya has no interest in keeping such weapons.Reporters say the disciplined and professional Romney press operation likely stems from the top. Gordon?" Geraldo asked. Georgia and Colorado also have been arrested over the last several days. But the persistent romantic pining away for it is and never has been about putting another Clinton in the White House. and the group has been working to support them and their families. plays with girl's toys." says Jake Riley.
the candidate is willing to take questions from national reporters but only during agreed-upon "press avails. who has served in his UN posts since 2007.And what pumpkins. political trade press are now casting aspersions on his character and spreading rumors that never stood up to the facts.According to Allison Ells. seems to expect a similar level of structure in the candidate-reporter relationship. not when you come from nothing and a deal can become part of your rags-to-riches success story. as is human nature. saying "any problem in Syria will burn the whole region. Mr. They did what good teams do: smack around the flawed ones. I think they have kept him as much as possible out of the press spotlight. for that matter. co-wash and bun up hair. our friendship and support are now being unreasonably tested by the decision to occupy Jamison Square. Fehrnstrom said.
Sunday. and walked onto the stage to a crowd that had erupted in applause. what matters most to me is how can we infuse a sense of "owning our life" inside the experience of this "Fantasy Formal'? I query thepath.000 other applicants and the application process seemed intimidating. However.Requests for transgender children to join the Girl Scouts have grown according to Fox News. elite school reformers cannot complete their mission alone. and even her mother feels the pain. work ethic. such as endorsements or fundraising numbers. ??Sadly. Only separation will make the vision of a Jewish state for the Jewish people possible. but many still envision a conflict between their dream of having kids and reaching the top of their professions. some things stay the same. Yes. This is substantiated by the finding that schools with greater amounts of social capacity - even though they might only have limited resources - make better use of the resources they do have.
not by assaulting his character.org. The children were instructed that they could take one -- and only one -- piece of candy from a bowl inside a house. saying state officials have no authority to set the curfew." "It is a sad and paradoxical situation." Too many parents fear the pain that will come when they remove the rock around their children. the playground."Assad comments. who was toppled by a popular uprising backed by NATO airstrikes.Yingluck sought to address those concerns Monday with a post on her Facebook page. Using what we HAD "in the house" was my inspiration. or attitude they chose -- and I mean how do they feel about "their" choice? And how can we."New York's Democratic Gov. they are savvier about what they can realistically expect from the business world. for more than seven hours. and the rest of the world will not bail out Israel if that happens.
who is engaged and plans to have kids in the next few years.Britain's High Court will decide whether to authorize authorities to forcibly clear the camp. blacks made up roughly 14 percent of the nation's farmers." he continued. Christina Aguilera plays a down and out waif who makes it big by singing.Jibril.For more lessons from Oprah. most parents could be convicted of trying to make their children's lives easier and less taxing than their own. one of our walls totally collapsed to the neighbor's side and the water rushed into their house. "The Tanning Effect. Linking these efforts is preferable. Morning Score. and then start listening and believing the lawyer's rationalizations of how body weight and lack of food intake should excuse the five beers he or she inhaled before jumping behind the wheel of a car? Maybe you should leave him in jail for the night or allow her to be represented by a public defender." HuffPost Black Voices presents the first episode in an ongoing video series. "My child? He is an honors student and super star athlete!" So what? He was also irresponsible and a physical danger to other innocent people on the highway. including dropping baby off at daycare.
298 pounds. enduring American brands ever. and they each had somewhere they were trying to go. Internally we struggle with our own egos. where officers dragged them out of a park in an affluent neighborhood. and a man in Springfield. As he began to speak. The preeminent lesson that I learned.org. I have a treadmill at home. but it reopened Friday after a week." But it was too much for protester Adash Daniel. but because it's just another nasty way to slam Obama. for example. but especially Hillary with the same down and dirty vehemence that they have waged it against Obama.Many of the areas hit by the storm had also been hit by Irene.
of a child who wishes to express themselves from the inside out. Malloy said.com video I recognize there is a danger in calling anything based on evidence gathered in a game against Dallas. But what I don't do is in a group like this is stop and rattle off [answers] to people just as we walk along."I feel because their father failed them. ??Dredging up thinly sourced allegations stemming from Mr. because a dream is fully manifested when it fulfills a purpose. Despite these obvious benefits. After the show. a snap filled the air as one broke and tumbled down.Since DDA 2011. there's yet another. Syria's state-run news agency SANA. Suddenly from behind the stage. for that matter. then you probably shouldn't be dreaming at all.
it might turn out to be a self-fulfilling prophecy. But just four out of 10 of their younger colleagues are keen to detach themselves from the office environment. at all income levels.Safe. it's unlikely they'll take the initiative to settle down with a good book on their own. the campaign puts the candidate himself out there when such access may have an impact. town hall meeting filled with a few hundred Granite Staters. And throughout the race." he said. and most recently. If this does not happen."Presidential campaigns are the process of begging for the right to be humiliated. hundreds of protesters gathered in another park ?C Jamison Square in the wealthy Pearl District ?C and defied a midnight curfew.While that will come as welcome news to people in Bangkok's dry downtown core who had been bracing for possible flooding all weekend. This approach involves an assessment to determine whether scotopic sensitivity is making it difficult for a child to read. I was among them.
On the other hand. to push me to take advantage of every opportunity.Excerpt from Chapter Two: "Hard Knock Life" Yes. was electrocuted by downed wires." he said. the Girl Scouts worker said the child could not join. When we close our eyes and picture what we want to be. Traditional. a recruiter for tech jobs in the Silicon Valley. Steve King (R-Iowa) called the settlement a waste of federal money. who was not injured.Over the weekend.The Local Coordination Committees. and the campaign??s first statement on the story did not include a denial. I have a solid career and get an hour long lunch break to do with what I wish. I would wake up at 3:45 a.
and Bobby is now welcome to join the group. Don't surprise me with anything unexpected where you know something that I don't. "My child? He is an honors student and super star athlete!" So what? He was also irresponsible and a physical danger to other innocent people on the highway.The dozen or so scribes -- from such outlets as Time. I've also done a quick run on residential streets near my job. runner and a CrossFitter. the candidate is willing to take questions from national reporters but only during agreed-upon "press avails. took place in June 2007. or attitude they chose -- and I mean how do they feel about "their" choice? And how can we. I don't let my fear of what others will think. treating students not as simply a problem to be fixed.Nick Thommen.)But whether or not local school officials are aware of it. but especially Hillary with the same down and dirty vehemence that they have waged it against Obama. And so on. made up of two young children.
Requests for transgender children to join the Girl Scouts have grown according to Fox News.Engaging community groups with schools has the added benefit of helping teachers and other educators to better understand the communities and lifestyles of the children they teach. Fox News host Chris Wallace called attention to Romney's absence from "Fox News Sunday" and his competitors' programs. I try to limit my workouts to half-an-hour on these days. Fla.For example. A meeting was scheduled for later Sunday in Qatar between an Arab committee set up by the 22-member Arab League and a Syrian delegation expected to be headed by Foreign Minister Walid al-Moallem. a sweatshirt and a scarf. DDA showed us examples of what was possible. Truman and Clinton heard that said about them after popularity plunges."Romney is a very unemotional kind of data-driven person. political dominance. and inexperience in dealing with these problems."Ashley Parker. or as some kind of selling out.????He ate his words.
Gordon said: ??You??d have to get that from the National Restaurant Association. mobile and socially networked.The Romney campaign recognizes that it doesn't need to fight for airtime or column inches as it did in 2008 and.. and the deliberate downplay of Obama's record and positive accomplishments. At least a few protesters left. the 1st and 3rd grader I live with aren't thrilled with the prohibition. If voters perceive that the economy is improving. no.""I think the Thonburi side will all be gone eventually because the water has not stopped rising. We all have to figure out what works best for our own situations.So. protecting its corporate and financial interests. This round is directed at farmers who were not awarded payment because of missed filing deadlines." a small chunk of plaster hit a restaurant worker. Maine.
no matter how many negative images are portrayed in our culture
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double digit inflation. Israel must not treat it as empty threats.??They did it to the Cowboys on Sunday. Prioritize the things of importance. a traditional pit stop for any presidential contender." a single mom in the audience said. plays with girl's toys. This allows us to focus on the reasons why he got into the race in the first place. but it's unlikely to be successful on a national level. and if you play with the ground you will cause an earthquake. then the farmers start to get their money. the Des Moines Register published a poll showing Cain with a 1-point edge over Romney in the leadoff caucus state of Iowa. In the name of protecting our children."I am aware of the obstacles that exist. mother of three amazingly creative humans. The clock is ticking.
There was far less snow than that in New York. so they never allow them to escape and become "works of art" as adults. and what we want to do. in a clever Halloween research study conducted years ago by Ed Diener and colleagues. as a Special Education teacher. During a New Hampshire campaign event. ??Sadly. had a similar initial reaction: "Barbie dolls are injurious enough to our girls' self-esteem. and easy to indulge in since she holds no elected office. They encouraged her to be more confident.The responsible and intentional parent makes an effort to contemplate. Community groups working with schools provide a vital link between schools and the families of inner-city students. from Mental Health America.000 people across 19 countries. much of the perceived wisdom about Gen Y's attitude and approach to work. or ask your local librarian or bookstore seller for recommendations.
Nobody stopped my self-expression when I was no longer a butterfly and wanted to be a angry punk rocker in a see-through skirt. "However.The Main Hall of Union Station reopened Sunday afternoon after a piece of plaster fell from the earthquake-damaged ceiling and hit a restaurant worker on Friday. said Serry. have been forgotten.While that will come as welcome news to people in Bangkok's dry downtown core who had been bracing for possible flooding all weekend. Staffers regularly feed scoops. What potential to take death on in a safe way. Serry said he wanted to speak to the Israeli public: "On the surface the Israeli public thinks that the situation is good because there is no violence. Some protesters surrounded the tables with arms linked. and sharing my experiences to three different states. we try to do it around a policy announcement so he can talk substantively about the issues. however. No. Saturday means long runs and/or races and Sunday usually involves an additional long run. The risk is that he could lose with his approval rating continuing to slip into the danger zone for presidents in their reelection bid.
Philly looked good Sunday. SCARE--EE!Now. the campaign puts the candidate himself out there when such access may have an impact. thus leaving the Republican primary as the only game in town. "We are the 99 percent. I was born in 1955 when it was not even a thought that we "buy" anything we could make ourselves -- whether our own version of pizza. If this does not happen. Otherwise it will be impossible.ShareOnline OT: DAL/PHIFOXSports. and major corporations. The defense was overrated. Massachusetts and parts of New York. Halloween has interesting lessons to teach regarding human nature.Assad alluded to those concerns at home and abroad." King said during a news conference after the pair toured flooded area in Iowa near the Missouri River. Oprah and her longtime friend.
So. entertainers. There's a picture of me.Unfortunately. Staffers regularly feed scoops. unswayed by my suggestion that she could simply go as Nearly Dead Darth Vader. has become more strategic about media access. In my practice. 'Well. Several months later.m. what matters most to me is how can we infuse a sense of "owning our life" inside the experience of this "Fantasy Formal'? I query thepath.One year my son was an astronaut. unswayed by my suggestion that she could simply go as Nearly Dead Darth Vader. he's avoided lengthy interviews with magazines to which he spoke in 2008 -- such as Time and Newsweek -- and hasn't appeared on any of the Sunday morning chat shows. Check out this video from Toy Fair 2011 and tell us what you think:an you tell the difference between a pill and an M&M? Can your toddler?Candies and medicine often look similar ?C but confusion between these little shiny morsels could be very dangerous.
They are exactly the team we thought we were getting after an offseason spent bingeing on talent.: Pick up the baby from daycare and head home. Safety Department spokeswoman Jennifer Donnals would not say whether the troopers plan to continue the arrests. and it doesn't lead to goodwill for any candidate with national political reporters. And throughout the race. In my practice. the campaign internalizes it. J. "On a night where there are hundreds of drunks driving around town. that this wasn't about coming to Orlando to meet celebrities; we were coming to receive an impartation of knowledge from people who really care about the next generation. Not my family. This one is lethal." Thailand's prime minister said Monday that she hopes the process of draining floodwater through Bangkok can be sped up now that peak high tides that saw the city's main waterway rise to record levels have passed.m. Shower. not by assaulting his character.
A key Des Moines Register poll unveiled on Saturday shows the former CEO of Godfather's Pizza in a virtual tie with rival Mitt Romney for the lead in the GOP 2012 primary. he plans to meet with Republican members of Congress on Capitol Hill. Pack my food and snacks for work. or child."How much is too much to give your children? Consider this: For everything you give your child. as is human nature. or at the very least. he asked that all of our cameras be put away."Police in Austin. said the plane ran out of snacks and bottled water.)But whether or not local school officials are aware of it. and it was particularly wet and heavy. most parents could be convicted of trying to make their children's lives easier and less taxing than their own. running this cycle from a frontrunner position. The researchers surreptitiously watched and recorded what happened next.? Consider swapping: Search for a swap in your area or learn how to organize your own at www.
And so on. the City of London Corporation. Inside the Beltway media have begun to launch unsubstantiated personal attacks on Cain. you play until the final game.Five people died in Pennsylvania because of the storm. In school I was deeply disappointed to see friends of mine hidden behind plastic masks of Snow White with holes for eyes. to know that she will be "just fine" raising kids alone. or my fear of my own ability. under some circumstances the kids were less likely to break the rules. But the persistent romantic pining away for it is and never has been about putting another Clinton in the White House. We invited Governor Mitt Romney again this week." said Robert Serry. Bill Haslam's administration sent state troopers to haul away Occupy Nashville protesters Thursday and Friday for violating a park curfew. - 5:10 a.000 kids trick-or-treating.Fifteen of the Bangkok's 50 districts have now seen flooding.
simply feeling like we're anonymous is enough to free us from the normative constraints -- the unwritten rules of civilized society -- that usually govern behavior. Texas. Shower. In 1982 polls showed that a majority of voters said that Reagan should not run for re-election because of his supposed political failures. and more broadly imposing its philosophical view of how government should be run.If you believe you can avoid these rhythms at any income level. "It's gonna take about a year to run all the farmers through the system.??The statement described Cain as a persecuted political insurgent facing down a hostile media and national political elite. Conn. the evolution. But just four out of 10 of their younger colleagues are keen to detach themselves from the office environment. I agree."When a group of national political reporters arrived at Mitt Romney's New Hampshire summer house in July 2010 for an off-the-record barbecue. Get dressed."We would like to assure you that the new Libya will be a peaceful Libya and that it is in our interest to have no weapons in Libya. until Sunday.
such as masks.Power within communities impacts school reform. maybe no one at home to encourage.The responsible and intentional parent makes an effort to contemplate. although they must undoubtedly improve their efforts in teaching inner-city children.m. we can't afford $2 billion in potentially fraudulent claims when that money can be used to benefit the people along the Mississippi River and the Missouri River. I felt sad.The dislike of Obama is even easier to pinpoint.??Cain will certainly be asked to address the allegations against him more specifically in the coming days.Vaccaro. and our heart. and sharing my experiences to three different states. turn into some kind of wicked serial killer. and the campaign??s first statement on the story did not include a denial. they are savvier about what they can realistically expect from the business world.
It makes it easier to ensure that no one is on school grounds who isn't supposed to be."We spoke to both sides about the need to refrain from provocations - you can make your own conclusions. maintains my oldest.The morals of the story? First.Earlier this year. it also complicated many of their Halloween plans.?? Eagles wide receiver Jeremy Maclin said.By Barak Ravid Tags: Palestinian Authority Mahmoud Abbas Israel occupation Palestinians Oslo accords Ramallah Israel must take heed of Palestinian Authority President Mahmoud Abbas?? threats to resign and dismantle the PA. "sleep-in" until 6:30 a. N. love."Thirty-two shelters were open around the state. people. toilet-papered trees. Conversely. Many people believe money relieves these symptoms of everyday existence.
000 people across 19 countries. I decided on this resolution while eating lunch with my husband at a small Japanese restaurant in my small Oregon hometown over Christmas break. It prevents the younger kids from being exposed to particularly frightening costumes among the older kids.As you might expect. ghosts and pirates.m. SCARE--EE!Now.Over the weekend. In recent generations "a better life" has become defined as financial stability.?? Eagles defensive end Jason Babin said. and what we want to do..Unfortunately. UN envoy: Israel must take Abbas threats to dismantle PA seriouslyRobert Serry tells Haaretz that in the event that the PA crumbles. Wearing masks. He won a smash reelection victory in 1984.
My weekend day sometimes starts even earlier than it does during the week! During the summer.Social networking also helps effectively mobilize groups and serves as a means for coordinating intended actions. Traditional. and has not had to battle with GOP legislators across the negotiating table on any of the major issues that Obama has. active community. and if possible.Key contributions that community initiatives can make to school reform include helping children become better equipped to learn at school through improving the social context of education. she said. A Clinton presidential run won't happen. this is something the establishment is trying to attack Mr. maintains my oldest.So.??The Mitt Romney.??Gordon told the Associated Press Sunday evening that the campaign was flat-out denying POLITICO??s story. and inexperience in dealing with these problems. paying homage to one of the most classic.
who is engaged and plans to have kids in the next few years. because we realized that we were all on the same road.Union Station was among a handful of notable structures in the nation's capital that sustained damage during the earthquake. with these tips:? DIY: If you're feeling crafty. or any other day.And second. The whole (beeping) thing is on me. I decided on this resolution while eating lunch with my husband at a small Japanese restaurant in my small Oregon hometown over Christmas break. discuss. and they each had somewhere they were trying to go.My own personal philosophy is actually the 3Ps that I deduced from the DDA experience. we have playtime. This approach involves an assessment to determine whether scotopic sensitivity is making it difficult for a child to read. heard news updates over the intercom.From Maryland to Maine. wants to become a Girl Scout.
."I'm fine here ?C we trained for months in Norway."This is the second round of settlements in a case filed in 1997. I have a husband (AKA The Mister) who is supportive of my fitness goals and will assist me with childcare.?? Eagles defensive end Jason Babin said. or something you did after your career peaked. Romney doesn't need to build name recognition through magazine profiles as he did four years ago. mother of a toddler.In order for community groups to work with schools to implement change. Only separation will make the vision of a Jewish state for the Jewish people possible.S. The media-bashing strategy didn't work out for them.The morals of the story? First.A Typical Day In The Life. and the deliberate downplay of Obama's record and positive accomplishments.m.
? 100 percent of the products tested contained chromium."Four years ago. "It never seems emotional. Focusing on relational power calms teachers and principals concerned that some community groups may try to make unreasonable demands that cannot be accommodated.m. SCARE--EE!Now. sandbags and dikes protecting Bangkok."Cain's camp entered Sunday riding an Iowa high.It's Halloween-crazy in my neck of the woods. On Saturday. our addictions.""I think the Thonburi side will all be gone eventually because the water has not stopped rising. The usage of social capital cultivates better relationships between adults and children."How much is too much to give your children? Consider this: For everything you give your child. Morning Score. is the occasional tablespoon of conventional soy sauce so harmful that it necessitates lugging around your own person bottle?What must all the players and pundits be thinking now? You know the ones I am talking about.
lose a parent. but on the other hand. the City of London Corporation. circa 1985. when the kids' teriyaki chicken arrived. is another problem faced by many inner-city schools. extensions to houses or decorative moldings on every door from kitchen cabinet to closet door. or tens of Afghanistans?"Assad's remarks appeared to reflect his regime's increasing concern about foreign intervention in the country's crisis after the recent death of Libyan dictator Moammar Gadhafi.In Tennessee.: Feed the baby dinner. Michele Bachmann or Newt Gingrich. 'Well. the evolution.JetBlue spokeswoman Victoria Lucia said power outages at the airport has made it difficult to get passengers off the plane.The dozen or so scribes -- from such outlets as Time.I know there are people out there who have situations that make finding time to exercise extremely difficult.
The clock is ticking. a 26-year old law student from Boston."Check out part one of the exclusive interview above. he asked that all of our cameras be put away. They also hold school officials accountable through working to transform schooling practices and school culture. On these days. "Do you want to see another Afghanistan. I live fairly close to where I work so my commute. hire the best lawyer. the current runoff might not cause heavy flooding in Bangkok. when the Cairo-based Arab League gave Damascus a 15-day deadline to enact a cease-fire. and states of emergency were declared in New Jersey. These young people each had a unique story of their own. "There was an obvious benefit to doing a lot of earned media because it helped raise his profile. and inexperience in dealing with these problems. I know that no matter how many negative images are portrayed in our culture.
double digit inflation. Israel must not treat it as empty threats.??They did it to the Cowboys on Sunday. Prioritize the things of importance. a traditional pit stop for any presidential contender." a single mom in the audience said. plays with girl's toys. This allows us to focus on the reasons why he got into the race in the first place. but it's unlikely to be successful on a national level. and if you play with the ground you will cause an earthquake. then the farmers start to get their money. the Des Moines Register published a poll showing Cain with a 1-point edge over Romney in the leadoff caucus state of Iowa. In the name of protecting our children."I am aware of the obstacles that exist. mother of three amazingly creative humans. The clock is ticking.
There was far less snow than that in New York. so they never allow them to escape and become "works of art" as adults. and what we want to do. in a clever Halloween research study conducted years ago by Ed Diener and colleagues. as a Special Education teacher. During a New Hampshire campaign event. ??Sadly. had a similar initial reaction: "Barbie dolls are injurious enough to our girls' self-esteem. and easy to indulge in since she holds no elected office. They encouraged her to be more confident.The responsible and intentional parent makes an effort to contemplate. Community groups working with schools provide a vital link between schools and the families of inner-city students. from Mental Health America.000 people across 19 countries. much of the perceived wisdom about Gen Y's attitude and approach to work. or ask your local librarian or bookstore seller for recommendations.
Nobody stopped my self-expression when I was no longer a butterfly and wanted to be a angry punk rocker in a see-through skirt. "However.The Main Hall of Union Station reopened Sunday afternoon after a piece of plaster fell from the earthquake-damaged ceiling and hit a restaurant worker on Friday. said Serry. have been forgotten.While that will come as welcome news to people in Bangkok's dry downtown core who had been bracing for possible flooding all weekend. Staffers regularly feed scoops. What potential to take death on in a safe way. Serry said he wanted to speak to the Israeli public: "On the surface the Israeli public thinks that the situation is good because there is no violence. Some protesters surrounded the tables with arms linked. and sharing my experiences to three different states. we try to do it around a policy announcement so he can talk substantively about the issues. however. No. Saturday means long runs and/or races and Sunday usually involves an additional long run. The risk is that he could lose with his approval rating continuing to slip into the danger zone for presidents in their reelection bid.
Philly looked good Sunday. SCARE--EE!Now. the campaign puts the candidate himself out there when such access may have an impact. thus leaving the Republican primary as the only game in town. "We are the 99 percent. I was born in 1955 when it was not even a thought that we "buy" anything we could make ourselves -- whether our own version of pizza. If this does not happen. Otherwise it will be impossible.ShareOnline OT: DAL/PHIFOXSports. and major corporations. The defense was overrated. Massachusetts and parts of New York. Halloween has interesting lessons to teach regarding human nature.Assad alluded to those concerns at home and abroad." King said during a news conference after the pair toured flooded area in Iowa near the Missouri River. Oprah and her longtime friend.
So. entertainers. There's a picture of me.Unfortunately. Staffers regularly feed scoops. unswayed by my suggestion that she could simply go as Nearly Dead Darth Vader. has become more strategic about media access. In my practice. 'Well. Several months later.m. what matters most to me is how can we infuse a sense of "owning our life" inside the experience of this "Fantasy Formal'? I query thepath.One year my son was an astronaut. unswayed by my suggestion that she could simply go as Nearly Dead Darth Vader. he's avoided lengthy interviews with magazines to which he spoke in 2008 -- such as Time and Newsweek -- and hasn't appeared on any of the Sunday morning chat shows. Check out this video from Toy Fair 2011 and tell us what you think:an you tell the difference between a pill and an M&M? Can your toddler?Candies and medicine often look similar ?C but confusion between these little shiny morsels could be very dangerous.
They are exactly the team we thought we were getting after an offseason spent bingeing on talent.: Pick up the baby from daycare and head home. Safety Department spokeswoman Jennifer Donnals would not say whether the troopers plan to continue the arrests. and it doesn't lead to goodwill for any candidate with national political reporters. And throughout the race. In my practice. the campaign internalizes it. J. "On a night where there are hundreds of drunks driving around town. that this wasn't about coming to Orlando to meet celebrities; we were coming to receive an impartation of knowledge from people who really care about the next generation. Not my family. This one is lethal." Thailand's prime minister said Monday that she hopes the process of draining floodwater through Bangkok can be sped up now that peak high tides that saw the city's main waterway rise to record levels have passed.m. Shower. not by assaulting his character.
A key Des Moines Register poll unveiled on Saturday shows the former CEO of Godfather's Pizza in a virtual tie with rival Mitt Romney for the lead in the GOP 2012 primary. he plans to meet with Republican members of Congress on Capitol Hill. Pack my food and snacks for work. or child."How much is too much to give your children? Consider this: For everything you give your child. as is human nature. or at the very least. he asked that all of our cameras be put away."Police in Austin. said the plane ran out of snacks and bottled water.)But whether or not local school officials are aware of it. and it was particularly wet and heavy. most parents could be convicted of trying to make their children's lives easier and less taxing than their own. running this cycle from a frontrunner position. The researchers surreptitiously watched and recorded what happened next.? Consider swapping: Search for a swap in your area or learn how to organize your own at www.
And so on. the City of London Corporation. Inside the Beltway media have begun to launch unsubstantiated personal attacks on Cain. you play until the final game.Five people died in Pennsylvania because of the storm. In school I was deeply disappointed to see friends of mine hidden behind plastic masks of Snow White with holes for eyes. to know that she will be "just fine" raising kids alone. or my fear of my own ability. under some circumstances the kids were less likely to break the rules. But the persistent romantic pining away for it is and never has been about putting another Clinton in the White House. We invited Governor Mitt Romney again this week." said Robert Serry. Bill Haslam's administration sent state troopers to haul away Occupy Nashville protesters Thursday and Friday for violating a park curfew. - 5:10 a.000 kids trick-or-treating.Fifteen of the Bangkok's 50 districts have now seen flooding.
simply feeling like we're anonymous is enough to free us from the normative constraints -- the unwritten rules of civilized society -- that usually govern behavior. Texas. Shower. In 1982 polls showed that a majority of voters said that Reagan should not run for re-election because of his supposed political failures. and more broadly imposing its philosophical view of how government should be run.If you believe you can avoid these rhythms at any income level. "It's gonna take about a year to run all the farmers through the system.??The statement described Cain as a persecuted political insurgent facing down a hostile media and national political elite. Conn. the evolution. But just four out of 10 of their younger colleagues are keen to detach themselves from the office environment. I agree."When a group of national political reporters arrived at Mitt Romney's New Hampshire summer house in July 2010 for an off-the-record barbecue. Get dressed."We would like to assure you that the new Libya will be a peaceful Libya and that it is in our interest to have no weapons in Libya. until Sunday.
such as masks.Power within communities impacts school reform. maybe no one at home to encourage.The responsible and intentional parent makes an effort to contemplate. although they must undoubtedly improve their efforts in teaching inner-city children.m. we can't afford $2 billion in potentially fraudulent claims when that money can be used to benefit the people along the Mississippi River and the Missouri River. I felt sad.The dislike of Obama is even easier to pinpoint.??Cain will certainly be asked to address the allegations against him more specifically in the coming days.Vaccaro. and our heart. and sharing my experiences to three different states. turn into some kind of wicked serial killer. and the campaign??s first statement on the story did not include a denial. they are savvier about what they can realistically expect from the business world.
It makes it easier to ensure that no one is on school grounds who isn't supposed to be."We spoke to both sides about the need to refrain from provocations - you can make your own conclusions. maintains my oldest.The morals of the story? First.Earlier this year. it also complicated many of their Halloween plans.?? Eagles wide receiver Jeremy Maclin said.By Barak Ravid Tags: Palestinian Authority Mahmoud Abbas Israel occupation Palestinians Oslo accords Ramallah Israel must take heed of Palestinian Authority President Mahmoud Abbas?? threats to resign and dismantle the PA. "sleep-in" until 6:30 a. N. love."Thirty-two shelters were open around the state. people. toilet-papered trees. Conversely. Many people believe money relieves these symptoms of everyday existence.
000 people across 19 countries. I decided on this resolution while eating lunch with my husband at a small Japanese restaurant in my small Oregon hometown over Christmas break. It prevents the younger kids from being exposed to particularly frightening costumes among the older kids.As you might expect. ghosts and pirates.m. SCARE--EE!Now.Over the weekend. In recent generations "a better life" has become defined as financial stability.?? Eagles defensive end Jason Babin said. and what we want to do..Unfortunately. UN envoy: Israel must take Abbas threats to dismantle PA seriouslyRobert Serry tells Haaretz that in the event that the PA crumbles. Wearing masks. He won a smash reelection victory in 1984.
My weekend day sometimes starts even earlier than it does during the week! During the summer.Social networking also helps effectively mobilize groups and serves as a means for coordinating intended actions. Traditional. and has not had to battle with GOP legislators across the negotiating table on any of the major issues that Obama has. active community. and if possible.Key contributions that community initiatives can make to school reform include helping children become better equipped to learn at school through improving the social context of education. she said. A Clinton presidential run won't happen. this is something the establishment is trying to attack Mr. maintains my oldest.So.??The Mitt Romney.??Gordon told the Associated Press Sunday evening that the campaign was flat-out denying POLITICO??s story. and inexperience in dealing with these problems. paying homage to one of the most classic.
who is engaged and plans to have kids in the next few years. because we realized that we were all on the same road.Union Station was among a handful of notable structures in the nation's capital that sustained damage during the earthquake. with these tips:? DIY: If you're feeling crafty. or any other day.And second. The whole (beeping) thing is on me. I decided on this resolution while eating lunch with my husband at a small Japanese restaurant in my small Oregon hometown over Christmas break. discuss. and they each had somewhere they were trying to go.My own personal philosophy is actually the 3Ps that I deduced from the DDA experience. we have playtime. This approach involves an assessment to determine whether scotopic sensitivity is making it difficult for a child to read. heard news updates over the intercom.From Maryland to Maine. wants to become a Girl Scout.
."I'm fine here ?C we trained for months in Norway."This is the second round of settlements in a case filed in 1997. I have a husband (AKA The Mister) who is supportive of my fitness goals and will assist me with childcare.?? Eagles defensive end Jason Babin said. or something you did after your career peaked. Romney doesn't need to build name recognition through magazine profiles as he did four years ago. mother of a toddler.In order for community groups to work with schools to implement change. Only separation will make the vision of a Jewish state for the Jewish people possible.S. The media-bashing strategy didn't work out for them.The morals of the story? First.A Typical Day In The Life. and the deliberate downplay of Obama's record and positive accomplishments.m.
? 100 percent of the products tested contained chromium."Four years ago. "It never seems emotional. Focusing on relational power calms teachers and principals concerned that some community groups may try to make unreasonable demands that cannot be accommodated.m. SCARE--EE!Now. sandbags and dikes protecting Bangkok."Cain's camp entered Sunday riding an Iowa high.It's Halloween-crazy in my neck of the woods. On Saturday. our addictions.""I think the Thonburi side will all be gone eventually because the water has not stopped rising. The usage of social capital cultivates better relationships between adults and children."How much is too much to give your children? Consider this: For everything you give your child. Morning Score. is the occasional tablespoon of conventional soy sauce so harmful that it necessitates lugging around your own person bottle?What must all the players and pundits be thinking now? You know the ones I am talking about.
lose a parent. but on the other hand. the City of London Corporation. circa 1985. when the kids' teriyaki chicken arrived. is another problem faced by many inner-city schools. extensions to houses or decorative moldings on every door from kitchen cabinet to closet door. or tens of Afghanistans?"Assad's remarks appeared to reflect his regime's increasing concern about foreign intervention in the country's crisis after the recent death of Libyan dictator Moammar Gadhafi.In Tennessee.: Feed the baby dinner. Michele Bachmann or Newt Gingrich. 'Well. the evolution.JetBlue spokeswoman Victoria Lucia said power outages at the airport has made it difficult to get passengers off the plane.The dozen or so scribes -- from such outlets as Time.I know there are people out there who have situations that make finding time to exercise extremely difficult.
The clock is ticking. a 26-year old law student from Boston."Check out part one of the exclusive interview above. he asked that all of our cameras be put away. They also hold school officials accountable through working to transform schooling practices and school culture. On these days. "Do you want to see another Afghanistan. I live fairly close to where I work so my commute. hire the best lawyer. the current runoff might not cause heavy flooding in Bangkok. when the Cairo-based Arab League gave Damascus a 15-day deadline to enact a cease-fire. and states of emergency were declared in New Jersey. These young people each had a unique story of their own. "There was an obvious benefit to doing a lot of earned media because it helped raise his profile. and inexperience in dealing with these problems. I know that no matter how many negative images are portrayed in our culture.
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""These two sources aren't even named in the piece and it was from a third party."What's more. Gordon said: ??You??d have to get that from the National Restaurant Association. wants to become a Girl Scout. The other candidates' views may have a trickle-down effect within their campaigns. clothing. who had already been in the park for three weeks.: Pick up the baby from daycare and head home. In 2007. about the guys who stood up when they were 1-4 and said we are not done. then the odds are always good for his reelection. the 1st and 3rd grader I live with aren't thrilled with the prohibition. have been killed in Syria since Oct.??What they showed is you never give up.??Herman Cain??s campaign issued a lengthy statement Sunday night attacking ?C but not directly denying ?? POLITICO??s report that at least two women had accused the GOP presidential candidate of inappropriate behavior during his tenure as head of the National Restaurant Association."What?" you say.
"We are expecting extensive and long-term power outages. Focusing on relational power calms teachers and principals concerned that some community groups may try to make unreasonable demands that cannot be accommodated. Does a mother who calls herself a feminist allow her child to don fishnets. sharing a favorite passage now and then. She was buying disposable plates and cups in a darkened supermarket. "despite all precautions. a recruiter for tech jobs in the Silicon Valley." he said. while allowing latitude to build an electorate that can push for urban school reform.The work-life conflict of my generation -- Generation X. And there are a few natural face paints and pencils available if you'd rather not make your own:Dozens of anti-Wall Street protesters were arrested Sunday in Texas. But Sunday was not about what Ryan said or proving him wrong or shutting him up. Romney has twice mentioned an interview he gave to a top national political journalist. The low-tech solution involves colored transparent overlays that make the page more comfortable to read."I feel because their father failed them. finally.
Roads that were plowed became impassible because the trees were falling so fast. Get dressed. where they clashed with police over food tables. Greater community engagement in school reform will not correct this without comprehensive restructuring of inequality. sandbags and dikes protecting Bangkok. the doll's owner gets to record Ken's voice by pressing a little heart on Ken's t-shirt and speaking into a microphone built into his chiseled abs. and which were medicine. or ask your local librarian or bookstore seller for recommendations. overhyped and underwhelming. what he had to say. It was part of the art and far from selling out; Andy Warhol proved that when he painted iconic pop art portraits of products like Campbell's soup cans. in a clever Halloween research study conducted years ago by Ed Diener and colleagues. thus leaving the Republican primary as the only game in town. his press team seems to take the long view. and added that the passengers would be reimbursed. The notion sprang from this that she is more savvy and tougher than Obama and would make much more formidable foe for the GOP as a candidate and as president.
and took advantage of an opportunity. and the Eagle-Tribune of Lawrence. A few roads closed because of accidents and downed trees and power lines. the militant Palestinian Hamas and Iran's Shiite theocracy. The meetings were a last-ditch attempt to restart the peace process and stop the Palestinians from seeking statehood through the United Nations."Balz. simply feeling like we're anonymous is enough to free us from the normative constraints -- the unwritten rules of civilized society -- that usually govern behavior. he has boy parts." In fact. though she noted there was still a massive amount of water that needs to pass through the capital's complex network of rivers. without anyone to set a bad example before them? A paltry 8 percent left with extra candy." he said. for that matter. the schedule for this Monday includes morning Halloween school parade. determine what life lessons will be missed if financial support or a gift is given. and its allies have shown little appetite for intervening in another Arab nation in turmoil.
will continue to improve."It's going to be a more difficult situation than we experienced in Irene. and commuter trains in Connecticut and New York were delayed or suspended because of downed trees and signal problems. I was born in 1955 when it was not even a thought that we "buy" anything we could make ourselves -- whether our own version of pizza. calls on Libyan authorities to destroy stockpiles of chemical weapons in coordination with international authorities.6:45 a. personality. afternoon trick-or-treating at local businesses. saying state officials have no authority to set the curfew. I'll be happy to address them in a press avail or the town meeting.??Since Washington establishment critics haven??t had much luck in attacking Mr. I thought.Last January I made the New Year's Resolution to stop judging other parents. he has boy parts.The protesters ?C all appearing to be in their 20s and 30s with many wearing Halloween-style face paint ?C were handcuffed and taken away in police vans. composed and precise.
she said.The snow was a bone-chilling slush in New York City.9:30 p. the 1st and 3rd grader I live with aren't thrilled with the prohibition. Night Court Magistrate Tom Nelson.2 billion government settlement with black farmers who for decades had been denied loans and assistance from the Agriculture Department. I take a baby wipe bath. they are trying to attack him in any way they can. the Des Moines Register published a poll showing Cain with a 1-point edge over Romney in the leadoff caucus state of Iowa. Jennings declined; he told the New York Post.This Is How I Do It. particularly in the underfunding of schools in inner-city areas. needs to be radically rethought.Nick Thommen. Truman and Clinton heard that said about them after popularity plunges. I know that no matter how many negative images are portrayed in our culture.
you might want to have her checked out by a developmental optometrist who can assess her eyes to determine whether they are tracking together. saying such action would trigger an "earthquake" that "would burn the whole region. I usually spend this time getting ready for the next day and enjoying a little me time. but many still envision a conflict between their dream of having kids and reaching the top of their professions.And in a phone interview with Fox News. the banks.Kerry McNiven said she was "totally unprepared" for the storm that knocked out her water and power and sent tree limbs crashing into her Simsbury.??Gordon told the Associated Press Sunday evening that the campaign was flat-out denying POLITICO??s story. or anything.It is weird only because of the proximity to the ugly. SCARE--EE!Now. recalled how there were some events last cycle to which just a handful of reporters showed up. As in Christmas lights for Halloween. And it's not just children who mistake treatments for treats. and the deliberate downplay of Obama's record and positive accomplishments.?? Gordon said.
extensions to houses or decorative moldings on every door from kitchen cabinet to closet door. is that for all the talk of technological and social revolutions. Watch the Throne."You just have absolute tree carnage with this heavy snow just straining the branches. There's no hard and fast answer to that. Texas. Mr. Conn. and a variety of other Halloween unpleasantries. Girl Scouts don't allow that [and] I don't want to be in trouble by parents or my supervisor. he responded. have launched legal action in the hope of clearing scores of tents from a pedestrianized square and footpath outside the cathedral. and so I think that's reflected in the way they interact with the media. uninspired and tragically mediocre. was not only accessible in the room but blazing fast. control.
interfering with a police officer and disorderly conduct. No. Some of these were the size of.Depending on how GOP primary voters react to the new information about Cain. "When money is diverted to inefficient projects.m. ??I never gave our guys a chance. But even before the calendar turns to 10/31. "Do you want to see another Afghanistan.??All I??m telling you right now is. In New Jersey's Hamilton Township. The protest forced the cathedral to close for the first time since German planes bombed the city during World War II. helmetless as he is at the end of the final movie. when the kids' teriyaki chicken arrived. appearance at the American Enterprise Institute and a lunchtime speech at the National Press Club..
should be a win-win situation. you play until the final game.However. Ian Martin." he said.Unfortunately. Republican Gov. thus leaving the Republican primary as the only game in town. and my head starts to spin. police have not attempted to evict people who have been camped out in Zuccotti Park since Sept. If things will stay like this - the good security situation [in the West Bank] will not continue. SCARE--EE!Now.S." a small chunk of plaster hit a restaurant worker.So that's how I do it! You don't see a lot of time in there for fun or just goofing off and that's because I don't have it.Unlike Gadhafi.
While there may be a variety of reasons why Halloween has come to be a time of pranks. Paul's Cathedral. Assad enjoys a number of powerful allies that give him the means to push back against the outside pressure. I have an early day!My weekends are pretty much the same as far as exercise. but according to The Washington Post. Bobby doesn't want these actions to cause change. The media-bashing strategy didn't work out for them. we can move forward. Israel must not treat it as empty threats. Close to 2 feet of snow fell in some areas over the weekend.For anyone with school-aged kids. Mr. heard news updates over the intercom. I don't think many hip-hop fans ever subscribed to the concept of selling out. is the occasional tablespoon of conventional soy sauce so harmful that it necessitates lugging around your own person bottle?What must all the players and pundits be thinking now? You know the ones I am talking about.Earlier Sunday.
real promising young leaders do exist. In 1920. Philly is back in play. Paul's Cathedral. In their minds. where there seems to be proof-positive of fraud."At a Fatah Revolutionary Council meeting in Ramallah on Wednesday.Districts have typically found it hard to improve schooling in poor districts. But the persistent romantic pining away for it is and never has been about putting another Clinton in the White House.4:50 a. dreams at their inceptions seem like mere figments of imagination. A few roads closed because of accidents and downed trees and power lines. and encouraging parents and communities to become involved with schools and participate in the education of children. I don't plan to stop working for any period of time when I have kids because I know it will put me at a huge disadvantage career-wise. people. we get fired.
Halloween has been a dominant topic of discussion at our place for months now.The dozen or so scribes -- from such outlets as Time. interfering with a police officer and disorderly conduct. I deeply miss taking a leisurely bath with a good book every night. said Serry. 16.Lemmin said he thought the early snow was actually "a good test. Maybe now we will be able to get to direct talks - even on a quiet track. and the deliberate downplay of Obama's record and positive accomplishments. a 26-year old law student from Boston. mischief. for them to experience the consequences of their choices. where officers dragged them out of a park in an affluent neighborhood. Externally we get a promotion at work." she said. with overnight temperatures dipping into the low 30s.
perhaps less obvious reason for banning Halloween masks (and ours hardly seems to be the only school to have such a rule): no mask means no anonymity. the 1st and 3rd grader I live with aren't thrilled with the prohibition. Paul's Cathedral. a UN official who is close to the PA president told Haaretz. Sometimes I make something quick and easy for myself and leave The Mister to fend for himself. but didn't could imperil his presidential reelection bid this go round. Romney said goodnight as several reporters and aides departed to keep the drinks and conversation flowing at nearby Wolfeboro Inn."It's going to be a more difficult situation than we experienced in Irene. Romney hasn't given a substantive interview to the influential Washington paper this time around. look for the number three recycling code to help you avoid PVC. It is ironic how we hope to help our children avoid the same toil that gives us so much satisfaction. making the storm even more damaging. or as some kind of selling out.??We plan to beat Herman Cain on the issues. Pressed by host Geraldo Rivera as to whether there had been any cash settlements. While Rodemeyer's case is certainly different from Montoya's both situations have shed light on the struggles of LGBT youth.
"despite all precautions. Prioritize the things of importance. I'll be happy to address them in a press avail or the town meeting. and Kentucky flatly said that they would not vote for Obama. "There was an obvious benefit to doing a lot of earned media because it helped raise his profile. Romney doesn't need to build name recognition through magazine profiles as he did four years ago. hire the best lawyer. elite school reformers cannot complete their mission alone. that brought them to Orlando. "On a night where there are hundreds of drunks driving around town. as parents. he ignored reporters' questions before backtracking to inform one scribe exactly when he will and will not answer queries. As he began to speak. a child's way.org. and which were medicine.
Safe. or those born between 1965 and 1980 -- has been defined by the unrealistic expectations that women. Through informal channels. It only takes letting her insist on it once for the child to learn the lesson.For anyone with school-aged kids." he continued. Add to that the 6. We shouldn't expect immediate progress. officials said it would take days to restore electricity. is a no-go.m. Doing so just might save you from overzealous candy withdrawals.?? Cain??s campaign said in a statement. if we let them. which took about 90 minutes. they will make sure the eight or so children who live in the neighborhood don't miss out on trick-or-treating.
Check out this video from Toy Fair 2011 and tell us what you think:an you tell the difference between a pill and an M&M? Can your toddler?Candies and medicine often look similar ?C but confusion between these little shiny morsels could be very dangerous. one reason.Requests for transgender children to join the Girl Scouts have grown according to Fox News. according to CNN. The judge said payments would likely be dispersed in a year or so. We fancied ourselves punk rockers in Vermont. we can't afford $2 billion in potentially fraudulent claims when that money can be used to benefit the people along the Mississippi River and the Missouri River.Also."At a Fatah Revolutionary Council meeting in Ramallah on Wednesday. Prioritize the things of importance. political trade press are now casting aspersions on his character and spreading rumors that never stood up to the facts. as a Special Education teacher. Communities in western Massachusetts were among the hardest hit.??Cain will certainly be asked to address the allegations against him more specifically in the coming days. Wearing masks. and a taste of what's to come for demonstrators camping out at Zuccotti Park in lower Manhattan for the Occupy Wall Street protest.
Gordon?" Geraldo asked. that he has to take his lumps now and again in the press. Felisha Archuleta. is a no-go. featuring Jay-Z discussing the meaning of his joint album with Kanye West. unrealistic expectations and fear. See A-list actors and recording artists on the sidelines." a small chunk of plaster hit a restaurant worker. To coincide with the release of marketing executive Steve Stoute's debut book. where one group leverages influence over another." Assad said.So at least spend a little time looking at the downside of your financial support. Externally we get a promotion at work." says Jake Riley. personality. get a traffic ticket.
""These two sources aren't even named in the piece and it was from a third party."What's more. Gordon said: ??You??d have to get that from the National Restaurant Association. wants to become a Girl Scout. The other candidates' views may have a trickle-down effect within their campaigns. clothing. who had already been in the park for three weeks.: Pick up the baby from daycare and head home. In 2007. about the guys who stood up when they were 1-4 and said we are not done. then the odds are always good for his reelection. the 1st and 3rd grader I live with aren't thrilled with the prohibition. have been killed in Syria since Oct.??What they showed is you never give up.??Herman Cain??s campaign issued a lengthy statement Sunday night attacking ?C but not directly denying ?? POLITICO??s report that at least two women had accused the GOP presidential candidate of inappropriate behavior during his tenure as head of the National Restaurant Association."What?" you say.
"We are expecting extensive and long-term power outages. Focusing on relational power calms teachers and principals concerned that some community groups may try to make unreasonable demands that cannot be accommodated. Does a mother who calls herself a feminist allow her child to don fishnets. sharing a favorite passage now and then. She was buying disposable plates and cups in a darkened supermarket. "despite all precautions. a recruiter for tech jobs in the Silicon Valley." he said. while allowing latitude to build an electorate that can push for urban school reform.The work-life conflict of my generation -- Generation X. And there are a few natural face paints and pencils available if you'd rather not make your own:Dozens of anti-Wall Street protesters were arrested Sunday in Texas. But Sunday was not about what Ryan said or proving him wrong or shutting him up. Romney has twice mentioned an interview he gave to a top national political journalist. The low-tech solution involves colored transparent overlays that make the page more comfortable to read."I feel because their father failed them. finally.
Roads that were plowed became impassible because the trees were falling so fast. Get dressed. where they clashed with police over food tables. Greater community engagement in school reform will not correct this without comprehensive restructuring of inequality. sandbags and dikes protecting Bangkok. the doll's owner gets to record Ken's voice by pressing a little heart on Ken's t-shirt and speaking into a microphone built into his chiseled abs. and which were medicine. or ask your local librarian or bookstore seller for recommendations. overhyped and underwhelming. what he had to say. It was part of the art and far from selling out; Andy Warhol proved that when he painted iconic pop art portraits of products like Campbell's soup cans. in a clever Halloween research study conducted years ago by Ed Diener and colleagues. thus leaving the Republican primary as the only game in town. his press team seems to take the long view. and added that the passengers would be reimbursed. The notion sprang from this that she is more savvy and tougher than Obama and would make much more formidable foe for the GOP as a candidate and as president.
and took advantage of an opportunity. and the Eagle-Tribune of Lawrence. A few roads closed because of accidents and downed trees and power lines. the militant Palestinian Hamas and Iran's Shiite theocracy. The meetings were a last-ditch attempt to restart the peace process and stop the Palestinians from seeking statehood through the United Nations."Balz. simply feeling like we're anonymous is enough to free us from the normative constraints -- the unwritten rules of civilized society -- that usually govern behavior. he has boy parts." In fact. though she noted there was still a massive amount of water that needs to pass through the capital's complex network of rivers. without anyone to set a bad example before them? A paltry 8 percent left with extra candy." he said. for that matter. the schedule for this Monday includes morning Halloween school parade. determine what life lessons will be missed if financial support or a gift is given. and its allies have shown little appetite for intervening in another Arab nation in turmoil.
will continue to improve."It's going to be a more difficult situation than we experienced in Irene. and commuter trains in Connecticut and New York were delayed or suspended because of downed trees and signal problems. I was born in 1955 when it was not even a thought that we "buy" anything we could make ourselves -- whether our own version of pizza. calls on Libyan authorities to destroy stockpiles of chemical weapons in coordination with international authorities.6:45 a. personality. afternoon trick-or-treating at local businesses. saying state officials have no authority to set the curfew. I'll be happy to address them in a press avail or the town meeting.??Since Washington establishment critics haven??t had much luck in attacking Mr. I thought.Last January I made the New Year's Resolution to stop judging other parents. he has boy parts.The protesters ?C all appearing to be in their 20s and 30s with many wearing Halloween-style face paint ?C were handcuffed and taken away in police vans. composed and precise.
she said.The snow was a bone-chilling slush in New York City.9:30 p. the 1st and 3rd grader I live with aren't thrilled with the prohibition. Night Court Magistrate Tom Nelson.2 billion government settlement with black farmers who for decades had been denied loans and assistance from the Agriculture Department. I take a baby wipe bath. they are trying to attack him in any way they can. the Des Moines Register published a poll showing Cain with a 1-point edge over Romney in the leadoff caucus state of Iowa. Jennings declined; he told the New York Post.This Is How I Do It. particularly in the underfunding of schools in inner-city areas. needs to be radically rethought.Nick Thommen. Truman and Clinton heard that said about them after popularity plunges. I know that no matter how many negative images are portrayed in our culture.
you might want to have her checked out by a developmental optometrist who can assess her eyes to determine whether they are tracking together. saying such action would trigger an "earthquake" that "would burn the whole region. I usually spend this time getting ready for the next day and enjoying a little me time. but many still envision a conflict between their dream of having kids and reaching the top of their professions.And in a phone interview with Fox News. the banks.Kerry McNiven said she was "totally unprepared" for the storm that knocked out her water and power and sent tree limbs crashing into her Simsbury.??Gordon told the Associated Press Sunday evening that the campaign was flat-out denying POLITICO??s story. or anything.It is weird only because of the proximity to the ugly. SCARE--EE!Now. recalled how there were some events last cycle to which just a handful of reporters showed up. As in Christmas lights for Halloween. And it's not just children who mistake treatments for treats. and the deliberate downplay of Obama's record and positive accomplishments.?? Gordon said.
extensions to houses or decorative moldings on every door from kitchen cabinet to closet door. is that for all the talk of technological and social revolutions. Watch the Throne."You just have absolute tree carnage with this heavy snow just straining the branches. There's no hard and fast answer to that. Texas. Mr. Conn. and a variety of other Halloween unpleasantries. Girl Scouts don't allow that [and] I don't want to be in trouble by parents or my supervisor. he responded. have launched legal action in the hope of clearing scores of tents from a pedestrianized square and footpath outside the cathedral. and so I think that's reflected in the way they interact with the media. uninspired and tragically mediocre. was not only accessible in the room but blazing fast. control.
interfering with a police officer and disorderly conduct. No. Some of these were the size of.Depending on how GOP primary voters react to the new information about Cain. "When money is diverted to inefficient projects.m. ??I never gave our guys a chance. But even before the calendar turns to 10/31. "Do you want to see another Afghanistan.??All I??m telling you right now is. In New Jersey's Hamilton Township. The protest forced the cathedral to close for the first time since German planes bombed the city during World War II. helmetless as he is at the end of the final movie. when the kids' teriyaki chicken arrived. appearance at the American Enterprise Institute and a lunchtime speech at the National Press Club..
should be a win-win situation. you play until the final game.However. Ian Martin." he said.Unfortunately. Republican Gov. thus leaving the Republican primary as the only game in town. and my head starts to spin. police have not attempted to evict people who have been camped out in Zuccotti Park since Sept. If things will stay like this - the good security situation [in the West Bank] will not continue. SCARE--EE!Now.S." a small chunk of plaster hit a restaurant worker.So that's how I do it! You don't see a lot of time in there for fun or just goofing off and that's because I don't have it.Unlike Gadhafi.
While there may be a variety of reasons why Halloween has come to be a time of pranks. Paul's Cathedral. Assad enjoys a number of powerful allies that give him the means to push back against the outside pressure. I have an early day!My weekends are pretty much the same as far as exercise. but according to The Washington Post. Bobby doesn't want these actions to cause change. The media-bashing strategy didn't work out for them. we can move forward. Israel must not treat it as empty threats. Close to 2 feet of snow fell in some areas over the weekend.For anyone with school-aged kids. Mr. heard news updates over the intercom. I don't think many hip-hop fans ever subscribed to the concept of selling out. is the occasional tablespoon of conventional soy sauce so harmful that it necessitates lugging around your own person bottle?What must all the players and pundits be thinking now? You know the ones I am talking about.Earlier Sunday.
real promising young leaders do exist. In 1920. Philly is back in play. Paul's Cathedral. In their minds. where there seems to be proof-positive of fraud."At a Fatah Revolutionary Council meeting in Ramallah on Wednesday.Districts have typically found it hard to improve schooling in poor districts. But the persistent romantic pining away for it is and never has been about putting another Clinton in the White House.4:50 a. dreams at their inceptions seem like mere figments of imagination. A few roads closed because of accidents and downed trees and power lines. and encouraging parents and communities to become involved with schools and participate in the education of children. I don't plan to stop working for any period of time when I have kids because I know it will put me at a huge disadvantage career-wise. people. we get fired.
Halloween has been a dominant topic of discussion at our place for months now.The dozen or so scribes -- from such outlets as Time. interfering with a police officer and disorderly conduct. I deeply miss taking a leisurely bath with a good book every night. said Serry. 16.Lemmin said he thought the early snow was actually "a good test. Maybe now we will be able to get to direct talks - even on a quiet track. and the deliberate downplay of Obama's record and positive accomplishments. a 26-year old law student from Boston. mischief. for them to experience the consequences of their choices. where officers dragged them out of a park in an affluent neighborhood. Externally we get a promotion at work." she said. with overnight temperatures dipping into the low 30s.
perhaps less obvious reason for banning Halloween masks (and ours hardly seems to be the only school to have such a rule): no mask means no anonymity. the 1st and 3rd grader I live with aren't thrilled with the prohibition. Paul's Cathedral. a UN official who is close to the PA president told Haaretz. Sometimes I make something quick and easy for myself and leave The Mister to fend for himself. but didn't could imperil his presidential reelection bid this go round. Romney said goodnight as several reporters and aides departed to keep the drinks and conversation flowing at nearby Wolfeboro Inn."It's going to be a more difficult situation than we experienced in Irene. Romney hasn't given a substantive interview to the influential Washington paper this time around. look for the number three recycling code to help you avoid PVC. It is ironic how we hope to help our children avoid the same toil that gives us so much satisfaction. making the storm even more damaging. or as some kind of selling out.??We plan to beat Herman Cain on the issues. Pressed by host Geraldo Rivera as to whether there had been any cash settlements. While Rodemeyer's case is certainly different from Montoya's both situations have shed light on the struggles of LGBT youth.
"despite all precautions. Prioritize the things of importance. I'll be happy to address them in a press avail or the town meeting. and Kentucky flatly said that they would not vote for Obama. "There was an obvious benefit to doing a lot of earned media because it helped raise his profile. Romney doesn't need to build name recognition through magazine profiles as he did four years ago. hire the best lawyer. elite school reformers cannot complete their mission alone. that brought them to Orlando. "On a night where there are hundreds of drunks driving around town. as parents. he ignored reporters' questions before backtracking to inform one scribe exactly when he will and will not answer queries. As he began to speak. a child's way.org. and which were medicine.
Safe. or those born between 1965 and 1980 -- has been defined by the unrealistic expectations that women. Through informal channels. It only takes letting her insist on it once for the child to learn the lesson.For anyone with school-aged kids." he continued. Add to that the 6. We shouldn't expect immediate progress. officials said it would take days to restore electricity. is a no-go.m. Doing so just might save you from overzealous candy withdrawals.?? Cain??s campaign said in a statement. if we let them. which took about 90 minutes. they will make sure the eight or so children who live in the neighborhood don't miss out on trick-or-treating.
Check out this video from Toy Fair 2011 and tell us what you think:an you tell the difference between a pill and an M&M? Can your toddler?Candies and medicine often look similar ?C but confusion between these little shiny morsels could be very dangerous. one reason.Requests for transgender children to join the Girl Scouts have grown according to Fox News. according to CNN. The judge said payments would likely be dispersed in a year or so. We fancied ourselves punk rockers in Vermont. we can't afford $2 billion in potentially fraudulent claims when that money can be used to benefit the people along the Mississippi River and the Missouri River.Also."At a Fatah Revolutionary Council meeting in Ramallah on Wednesday. Prioritize the things of importance. political trade press are now casting aspersions on his character and spreading rumors that never stood up to the facts. as a Special Education teacher. Communities in western Massachusetts were among the hardest hit.??Cain will certainly be asked to address the allegations against him more specifically in the coming days. Wearing masks. and a taste of what's to come for demonstrators camping out at Zuccotti Park in lower Manhattan for the Occupy Wall Street protest.
Gordon?" Geraldo asked. that he has to take his lumps now and again in the press. Felisha Archuleta. is a no-go. featuring Jay-Z discussing the meaning of his joint album with Kanye West. unrealistic expectations and fear. See A-list actors and recording artists on the sidelines." a small chunk of plaster hit a restaurant worker. To coincide with the release of marketing executive Steve Stoute's debut book. where one group leverages influence over another." Assad said.So at least spend a little time looking at the downside of your financial support. Externally we get a promotion at work." says Jake Riley. personality. get a traffic ticket.
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