Listen to the land Sampler of popular favorites
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I listened to the land a profile of a nation in terms of its living language.
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This week a sampler of popular favorites.
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By sharing aloud the writings of our country past and present. We can come to a fuller
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appreciation of those things which are meaningful to us as Americans and perhaps of the nature of our
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role in a contemporary world. Listen to the land is produced by station
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w h y y Philadelphia under a grant from the National Educational Television and Radio
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Center in cooperation with the National Association of educational broadcasters.
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Now here is your host and narrator Richard as Bertie with the first of this week's samples
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from a sampler of popular favorites.
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I tear her tattered ends and Don long as it waved on
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high and many an eye has danced to see that banner in the sky
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beneath it run the battle shout and burst the cannons roar the
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meteor of the ocean air shall sweep the clouds no more
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her deck once red with Heroes blood where knelt the vanquished
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foe when winds were hurrying out of the flood and waves were white below no more
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shall feel the victor's trad or know the conquered need the
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harpies of the shore shall pluck the eagle of the sea.
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Or better that her shattered hull should sink beneath the waves
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her thunders shook the mighty deep bend there should be her grave
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nailed to the mast her holy flag set every threadbare
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sail and give her to the God of storms the
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lightning and the gale.
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And of course was Old Ironsides written by Oliver Wendell Holmes when he was a student at
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Harvard Law School. The poem made Holmes famous and it saved the frigate
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Constitution from the scrap yard where there was room to be dismantled and abandoned.
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Today it's a national shrine one well worth visiting
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as gym killers told you this week we're going to reply to some requests to raid some old
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favorites. And with so many to select from we're bound to miss some that you'd
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like to hear but we'll try to include at least one classic item for each
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taste. Now that word classic is a very flexible one. Webster defines
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it as ov or pertaining to the first class or rank. That
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definition certainly applies to this next item which although not a classic in
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the quote classical unquote sense rates the honor because of its
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popular appeal through the years. I'm speaking of the shooting of Dan McGrew who by
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Robert W. Service. Service was the poet laureate of the Alaskan
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gold rush and of all his rhyme yarns of the Yukon. This one is the
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most durable.
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A bunch of the boys were whooping it up and I'm out a mute saloon and a kid that handles the music
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box was hitting a jagged dime to the back of the bar when a solo game sat
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Dangerous Dan McGrew and watching his luck was his light alone.
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A lady that's known as Lou went out of the night which was 50
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below and into the den in the glare there stumbled a miner fresh from the creeks
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dog dirty loaded for bear.
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It looked like a man with a foot in the grave and scarcely the strength of a louse
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yelled. He tilted a poke of dust on the bar and he called for drinks on the house.
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It was none could place the stranger's face so we searched ourselves for a clue. But we
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drank his health and the last drink was Dangerous
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Dan McGrew.
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Now those men that somehow just rip your eyes and hold them hard like a spell and such was
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he. And he looked to me like a man who had lived in hell.
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With a face most care and the dreary stare of a dog whose day is done as
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he watered the green stuff in his glass and the drops fell one by one
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and I got to figuring who it was and wondering what he'd do. And I turned my
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head.
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And there watching him was the lady that's known as Lou.
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His eyes went rubbering around the room and he seemed in a kind of daze to let Last Battle
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pay and fell in the way of his wandering gaze. The ragtime kid was having a drink
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there was no one else on the stool so the stranger stumbles across the room and flops down there like a
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fool in a buckskin shirt was glazed with dirty sat and I
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saw him sway and he clutched the keys with his talon hands.
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I got but that man could play.
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Were you ever out in the great along when the moon was awful clear in the icy mountains hemmed you in with the
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silence you could almost hear but only the hollow of a timber wolf
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and you camped there in the cold a half dead thing and a stark dead world
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clean made for the muck called gold while high overhead and
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green yellow and red the north lights swept in bars
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and then you hunch what the music meant Unger and
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night and the stars. And hunger not of the
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belly kind that's banished with bacon and beans but the gnawing hunger of lonely
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men for our home and all that it means for a fireside far from the cares that
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our four walls and a roof above but so crammed full
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of cozy joy and crowned with a woman's love a woman dearer
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than all the world and true heaven is true
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how ghastly she looks to her rouge the lady that's known as Lou.
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Then on a sudden the music changed so soft that you scarce could hear
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but you felt that your life had been looted clean of all that it once held dear that
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someone had stolen the woman you loved but her love was a devil's lie
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that your guts were gone and the best for you was to crawl away and die. It was
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the crowning cry of a heart's despair and it thrilled you through and through.
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I guess I'll make it a spread Missouri said Dangerous Dan McGrew.
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The music almost died away and I'd burst like a pent up flood
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and it seemed to say rip a rip a and my eyes were blind with blood.
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The thought came back of an ancient wrong that stung like a frozen lash and the lust awoke to kill
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to kill then the music stopped with a crash.
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And the stranger turned in his eyes they burned in a
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most peculiar way in a buckskin shirt that was
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glazed with a dirty sack and I saw him sway and
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his lips went in a kind of grin and he spoke and his voice was calm
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and boys says he.
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You don't know me and none of you care a damn.
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But I want to state and my words are straight and I'll bet my poke there Drew
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that one of you was on hound of hell and that one is Dan McGrew
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and I ducked my head and the lights went out and two guns blazed in the dark and a woman screamed and the
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lights went up and two men lay stiff
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and stark pitched on his head and
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pumped full of lead was Dangerous Dan McGrew while the man from
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the creeks lay clutched to the breast of the lady that's known as Lou.
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These are the simple facts of the case and I guess you ought to know. They said that the stranger was
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crazed with which and I'm not denying it so I'm not so
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wise as the lawyer guys.
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But strictly between us two the woman that kissed him
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and pinched his poke was the lady
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that's known as Lou.
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Not long ago newspaper readers were moved by a picture published in picking papers across
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the land of a little dog sitting faithfully beside the body of his 12 year old
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master who had been struck and killed by a car in Denver Colorado.
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At first the dog wouldn't even let the police approach the body. It was an
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example of a picture being worth a thousand words. And yet
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George G vast once wrote a eulogy of a dog in about
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a thousand words more or less which has been reprinted many times
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since the year it was written. It's become a kind of classic among dog lovers which I
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guess should include just about everybody except maybe cats.
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Gentlemen of the jury the best friend a man has in
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this world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son
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or daughter whom he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful.
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Those who are nearest and dearest to us those whom we trust with our happiness and our
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good name may become traitors to their fate. The money that a
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man has he may lose it flies away from him. Perhaps when he needs it most
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a man's reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill considered action.
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The people who are prone to fall on the need to do us on our own successes with us
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may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its clouds upon our heads.
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The one absolutely unselfish friend that
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man can have in this selfish world the one that never
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deserts him the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous
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is his dog. Gentleman of the
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jury. A man's dog stands by him in
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prosperity and in poverty in help and in
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sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground when the wind when three winds
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blow in the snow drives fiercely. If only he can be near his master's side.
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He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer. He will lick the wounds and
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sores that come in encounter with the roughness of the world.
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He guards the sleep of his papa master as if he were a prince
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when all other friends desert he remains.
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When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces he is as
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constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens.
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If fortune drives the master forth an outcast in the world friendless and homeless
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the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than not of
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accompanying him to guard against danger to fight against his
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enemies. And when the last scene of all
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calms and death takes the master in its embrace
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and his body is laid away in the cold ground. No matter of all other friends
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pursue their way there or by his graveside will the noble dog be
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found his head between his paws his eyes
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sad but open and alert watchfulness faithful and
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true even unto death.
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In 1899 a poem was published that someone called the Battle
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Cry of the next thousand years. It was called The Man with the hoe and it was
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written by a San Francisco poet named. And when Markham this poem
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which was inspired by Malays famous painting was one in
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which Markham summed up and spiritualize the social unrest that was in the
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air at the time. In the bleak figure of a dull non-thinking an
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imaginative man with a hole Mark and drew a picture of men
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in the mines men in the sweat shops men working without joy without hope. And he
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crystallized the expression of outrage of the period.
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God made man in his own image in the image of God
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made he him.
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Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans upon his hoe and gazes on the ground.
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The emptiness of ages in his face and on his back the burden
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of the world who made him dead to rapture and despair
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a thing that grieves not and never hopes stolid and stunned a
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brother to the ox who loosened and let down his brutal
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jaw. Whose was the hand that slanted back this brow whose breath
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blew out the light within this brain. Is this
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the thing the Lord God made and gave to have dominion over sea and land
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to trace the stars and search the heavens for Apollo to feel the passion of eternity.
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Is this the dream he dreamed to shape the Suns and mark their
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ways upon the ancient deep down all the caverns of the
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hell to their last Gulf. There is no shape more terrible than this. More
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tongues would censure of the world blind greed more filled with signs and portents
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for the soul more packed with danger to the universe.
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What goals between him and the Serafin
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sleeve of the wheel of labor what to him are Plato and the
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swing of Pleiades. What the long reaches of the peaks of
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song the rift of dawn the reddening of the rose. Through this dread
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shape the suffering ages look time's tragedy is in that aching
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stoop. Through this dread shape humanity betrayed
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plundered profane and disinherited cries of protest to the powers that made the world a
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protest but as also prophecy.
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Oh masters lords and rulers and all lands. Is this the handiwork you give to
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God. This monstrous thing distorted and soul quench.
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How will you ever straighten up this shape. Touch it again with immortality.
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Give back the upward looking and the light. Rebuilding at the music
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in the dream. Make right the immemorial infamies perfidious wrongs in
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medical woes. Oh masters
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lords and rulers in all lands how will the future reckon with this man.
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How answer his brood question in that hour when where a Winds of rebellion
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shake all shores how will it be with kingdoms and with Kings where those who shaped
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him to the thing he is.
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When this dumb terror shall rise to judge the world
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after the silence of the centuries.
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Edwin Markham used a bleak intellectual mode of expression to
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achieve. The disturbing effect of the man with the hoe.
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A poet of genius says Markham was can be equally effective
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with a simple personalise style. And if he is truly
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a genius in as few as twenty one words for example
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the fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over
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harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.
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Carl Sandra. Carl Sandburg can
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also write with vigor with sledgehammers sock and drive and with a
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sweeping energy as in Chicago is most famous and
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perhaps his most durable certainly his most individuals to call him
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No. Close up of America in terms of popular favorites would be complete
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without Chicago.
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Ah but you're for the world toolmaker stacker of wheat player with railroads and the nation's freight
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handler stormy husky brawling city of the Big Shoulders.
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They tell me you all like it and I believe them or I have seen your painted women under the gas lamps
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luring the farm boys and they tell me you are crooked and I answer
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yes it is true. I have seen the gunman kill and go free to kill again.
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And they tell me you are brutal in my reply as on the
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faces of women and children I have seen the marks of wanton hunger.
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And having answered so I turn once more to those who sneer at this my
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city and I give them back the sneer and say to them Come and
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show me and others that he would lift I've had SINGING SO PROUD TO BE ALIVE AND course
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I'm strong and cunning flinging magnetic curses on the toil of
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piling job on job here as a tall bold slug or
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set vivid against the little soft city's fierce as a dog with tongue
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lapping for action cunning as a savage pitted against the wilderness bare headed
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shoveling wrecking planning building breaking
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rebuilding under the smoke dust all over his mouth laughing with white teeth
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under the terrible burden of destiny laughing as a young man laughs laughing even as an
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ignorant fighter Lapps who has never lost a battle bragging and drew laughing
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under his wrists. Is the pope under his ribs the heart of the people
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laughing. Laughing That's still me. I scream brawling laughter of
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youth half maken sweating. Proud to be hugged but your
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toolmaker stacker of wheat player with railroads and for a time go to the nation.
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The Secure rational expressiveness of Carl's fat Sandberg vigorous though it may be
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and sometimes unorthodox in its metered forms provides a vivid
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contrast to the inward turning 12 method writings of Edgar Allen Poe.
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I suppose pose best known work written in 1845 is the
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poem called The Raven.
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Once upon a midnight dreary while I pondered weak and weary
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over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore while I nodded. Nearly
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napping.
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Suddenly there came a tapping as of some one gently rapping rapping
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at my chamber door. Tis some visitor I muttered
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tapping at my chamber door. Only this and nothing more
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distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December in each separate dying ember
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wrought its ghost upon the floor eagerly I wished the morrow vainly I had
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sought to borrow from my books search seas of sorrow sorrow for the
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last hour for the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels
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named when no name was here for evermore.
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And the silken sad uncertain wrestling of each purple curtain thrilled me
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filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before so that now the still the beating
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of my heart I stood repeating his some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door.
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Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door. This it is and
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nothing more. Presently my soul grew stronger
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as a dating one no longer sir said I or not I'm drooling off a given as I am
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Klara But the fact is I was napping and so gently you came rapping and so
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faintly you came tapping tapping at my chamber door that I scarce was sure I heard you
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ere I opened wide the door. Doctor was there
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and nothing more deep into the darkness peering
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long I stood there wondering fearing doubting dreaming dreams no mortal
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ever dared to dream before. But the silence was unbroken and the darkness gave
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no token and the only word there spoken was the whispered word than
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all merely this and nothing more.
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Back into the chamber turning all my soul within me burning soon again I heard a
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tapping somewhat louder than before. Surely said I surely that is something at my
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window lattice. Let me see then what the right has and this mystery explore
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let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore.
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Tis the wind nothing more.
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Open here I flung the shutter when with many a flirt and flutter in there stepped a stately
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raven of the saintly days of yore not the least obese and maybe
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not an instant stop to state but would mean of lord or lady perched above
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my chamber door perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door
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perched and sat and nothing more than this
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Ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy and a smiling by the grave and stern decorum a
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countenance that wore the like Crest to be shorn unshaven by I said Art short
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note Craven ghastly grim an ancient Raven wandering from the nightly shore.
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Tell me what the title arly name is on the night's Plutonian Shore
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Quoth the raven nevermore.
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Much I marvel this on gamely followed here discourse so plainly though its answer
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little meaning little relevancy bill. We cannot help agreeing that no living human
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being ever yet was blessed with seeing bird about his chamber door or bird or
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beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door with such name as
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never more.
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But the raven sitting lonely on the placid bust spoke only that one
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word as if his soul and that one word he did outpour nothing further
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than he uttered not a feather then he fluttered to lie scarcely more than
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muttered.
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No other friends have flown before on the morrow he will leave me as my hopes have flown before.
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Then the bird said never more
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startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken doubtless And I want it
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utters is its only stock instore caught from some unhappy master whom
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unmerciful disaster followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden
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bore till the dirges of his hope one melancholy burden bore
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of never more.
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But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling straight I
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wheel a cushion seat in front of bird and bust and dog then upon the velvet
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sinking I betook myself to linking fancy into fancy thinking what this
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ominous bird of yore what this grim ungainly ghastly gaunt an ominous bird
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of yore meant in croaking Nevermore as I
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sat engaged in guessing but no syllable expressing to the fall whose fiery eyes now
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burned into my bosom score this and more I sat divining with my head at
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ease reclining on the cushions velvet lining of the lamplight. Go to door but whose velvet
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Violet lining with a lamp like voting or she
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could press ever more.
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And we thought the air good dense here perfumed from an unseen sensor
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swung by Sarah Fenn whose foot falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
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Wretch I cried My God up lengthy. Why these angels who get sent they rest but
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rest but the Nepenthe from the memories of Lenore classful
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class this kind of Panther and forget those lost one or
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both the raven Nevermore prophet
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said I think of evil prophet still of bird of devil wideout heaven the bends above us
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by that god we both adore.
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Tell of this soul with sorrow laden if within the distant Adan it your
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class but seated maiden whom the Angels name nor clasp of
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fair and radiant maiden whom the Angels name monarch.
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Quoth the raven Nevermore be that
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word our sign of parting bird off a nice treat jumpstarting get they back into the
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tempest and the mice Plutonian Shore Leave no black plume as a token of that
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wide eyed soul outspoken. Leave my loneliness on broken quipped the bust above my door.
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Take thy beat from up my heart and take my form from off my dawn
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with the Raven Nevermore
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and the raven never floating still is sitting still is sitting in the pallid bust
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of Pallas just above my chamber door and his eyes have all the seeming
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of a demon that is reaming and the lamp light or I'm streaming throws a shadow on the floor
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and my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
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shall be lifted nevermore.
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And so the land has spoken to us and diverse familiar voices those of
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Oliver Wendell Holmes Robert W. Service George G vest Edwin
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Markham Carl Sandburg Edgar Allan Poe.
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Perhaps this will inspire you to seek out for yourself those favorite pieces
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which we didn't have time for.
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Or perhaps what you haven't read for oh how long.
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Last week we attempted a profile in prose of Abraham Lincoln.
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Next week we're going to have a go at another presidential profile this time out of George
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Washington. We call it the man behind the statue. And that gives
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you an idea of what it's going to be like. Washington is one of the
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best known and least understood presidents America has produced.
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Next week we'll try to meet him face to face heart to heart in
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writings about him and by him. I hope you plan to be here
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until then. This is Dick Burdick saying thanks for listening and so long.
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Listen to the land was produced and recorded at station w h y y Philadelphia under a
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grant from the National Educational Television and Radio Center and is being distributed by the National
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Association of educational broadcasters. This is James Keeler inviting you
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to be with us next week for the program. George Washington of the man behind the statue on
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listen to the line with your host on the right here Richard S. Bernie. This
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is the n AB Radio Network.
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