#Andrew Barton Paterson

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Government Issue (2/3)

Thanks to “Ragdoll”, we can add a $10 to our list of banknotes we’ve seen up close on Bluey. It features Andrew Barton "Banjo" Paterson, famous Australian poet, journalist, and author— he wrote “Waltzing Matilda”.

Also, here’s some loose change, a bonus because this is a short post.

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Friday 3rd March 2023

Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong

Under the shade of a Coolibah tree

And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled

"You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me"

Down came a jumbuck to drink at that billabong

Up jumped the swagging and grabbed him with glee

And he sang as he stowed that jumbuck in his tucker bag

"You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me"

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda

You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me

And he sang as he stowed that jumbuck in his tucker bag

"You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me"

Down came the squatter mounted on his thorough-bred

Up came the troopers one, two, three

"Whose that jolly jumbuck you've got in your tucker bag?

You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me"

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda

You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me

"Whose that jolly jumbuck you've got in your tucker-bag?

You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me"

Up cut the swagging and jumped into the billabong

"You'll never catch me alive" said he

And his ghost may be heard if you pass by that billabong

"Who'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me?"

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda

You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me

And his ghost may be heard if you pass by that billabong

"You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me"

Lexicon:

Matilda: Bundle of possessions

Swagman: Transient labourer

Billabong: Stagnant pool

Billy: Cooking pot

Jumbuck: Sheep

Tucker: Food

Swagging: Travel with your possessions in a bundle.

Well as you might have guessed, we went to the Waltzing Matilda Museum in Winton. This is a stunning new building, 2018, which replaced the old one that as you might correctly assume burned down in 2015. Pretty much all of the memorabilia displayed was lost with the exception of some items that had been off-site at the time. However, they have recovered the situation extremely well and now have a very presentable exhibition. Andrew Barton (Banjo) Paterson wrote the lyrics to WM in 1895 when in Winton he heard a rendition of 'Thou Bonnie Wood O'Craigielea'. Oh that old one you say. Anyway he rather liked the tune and said he could put some words to it. A friend at the event Christina McPherson said she could play it to him on the zither and soon after Banjo overheard the incident of a swagman and the jumbuck connected with the term Waltzing Matilda and so the song was born. It has gone on to be recorded by over 500 artists and been universally adopted by misty eyed Aussies as a national tune ever since.

Opals, Australia's national gemstone, were first discovered in Winton in 1888 by George Cragg. Found in sandstone and ironstone sites, this location has the highest concentration in Queensland. Some 95% of the world's commercial grade opals are produced here. To celebrate this fact, Martine bought some opal earrings.

The museum covered a lot of ground as it has taken on a Winton theme. Qantas was born here in 1920 and it's first flight took off from here. We all know of course that the name comes from Queensland and Northern Territories Aerial Service.

Well you would need to cough up the necessary 30 bucks to see how much the museum contains but there's great history here of life in the outback, sheep shearing, early settlers, Aboriginal territory, troops going to WWI, railway memorabilia, engine and vintage carriage....... A vast impressive collection and Waltzing Matilda everywhere and it would be impossible not to leave that place without humming Banjo's immortal work.

Now all this excitement superceded what had gone before. We had begun our town walk at the Musical Fence. Now I'm sure a budding percussionist could have had a field day on the collection of squashed tins, drums and bars but it wasn't quite what we expected, so moving on...

It might have been possible to pop into the Machinery and Truck Museum but it was closed due to it being out of season.

The next eclectic item I suppose was Arno Grotjahn's Wall. I imagine Mrs Grotjahn had one day shouted at Arno to go do something with all that junk in the yard. What she meant was for him to get a skip and get shot. He interpreted this is be an eager expectation of him building a wall out of it all. History fails to record her response to the finished boundary wall as to whether it was what she had in mind. I guess these Germans have different criteria.

Despite a dusting of very light rain, but humid conditions Martine managed 30 25m lengths in the council pool again to cool off from the excitement.

To celebrate our last night here we went back to our favourite pub for a meal, a XXXX and a Great Northern Beer. Tomorrow we shall be travelling again, leaving behind a place we rather like and a hotel that Lyndon B. Johnson 36th U.S. President stayed in just down the corridor. We'll take the Nissan this time to Barcaldine and be back on the SB. Two bottles of which shall accompany us.

ps. We can't get our head around the tourist seasons here. A lot of places remain closed here until the peak season starts in April. The swimming pool on the other hand is going to close now because it is end of season.

pps. The lady who runs the pool said she had resigned from the police because she couldn't stand the politics of the job. Going touring.

ppps. LBJs visit was in 1942 long before he became president. His flying fortress in which he was travelling came down to be refuelled so naturally he stopped in our hotel.

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A Banjo Paterson Collection

A Banjo Paterson Collection Narrated by Denis Daly Andrew Barton ‘Banjo” Paterson (1864 – 1941) may be considered the unofficial poet laureate of Australia. After training as a solicitor he began contributing verse to the Sydney “Bulletin” under the pseudonym of “The Banjo”, taken from the name of a horse. His first collection, “The Man from Snowy River”, was published in 1895. Two further…

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Alredered Remembers Australian WWI correspondent and light-verse poet Andrew Barton Paterson, on his birthday.

"He hails from Snowy River, up by Kosciusko's side,

Where the hills are twice as steep, and twice as rough;..."

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My actual favourite train song isn’t a song at all; it’s a poem by Banjo Paterson called “The Flying Gang”.

The Flying Gang

by Andrew Barton “Banjo” Paterson

And I worked my way to the end, and I

Was the head of the "Flying Gang".

'Twas a chosen band that was kept at hand

In case of an urgent need;

Was it south or north, we were started forth

And away at our utmost speed.

If word reached town that a bridge was down,

The imperious summons rang --

"Come out with the pilot engine sharp,

And away with the flying gang."

Then a piercing scream and a rush of steam

As the engine moved ahead;

With measured beat by the slum and street

Of the busy town we fled,

By the uplands bright and the homesteads white,

With the rush of the western gale --

And the pilot swayed with the pace we made

As she rocked on the ringing rail.

And the country children clapped their hands

As the engine's echoes rang,

But their elders said: "There is work ahead

When they send for the flying gang."

Then across the miles of the saltbush plain

That gleamed with the morning dew,

Where the grasses waved like the ripening grain

The pilot engine flew --

A fiery rush in the open bush

Where the grade marks seemed to fly,

And the order sped on the wires ahead,

The pilot must go by.

The Governor's special must stand aside,

And the fast express go hang;

Let your orders be that the line is free

For the boys in the flying gang.

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A Disqualified Jockey's Story - Andrew Barton Paterson

You see, the thing was this way -- there was me,

That rode Panopply, the Splendor mare,

And Ikey Chambers on the Iron Dook,

And Smith, the half-caste rider on Regret,

And that long bloke from Wagga -- him that rode

Veronikew, the Snowy River horse.

Well, none of them had chances -- not a chance

Among the lot, unless the rest fell dead

Or wasn't trying -- for a blind man's dog

Could see Enchantress was a certain cop,

And all the books was layin' six to four.

They brought her out to show our lot the road,

Or so they said: but, then Gord's truth! you know,

You can believe 'em, though they took an oath

On forty Bibles that they's tell the truth.

But anyhow, an amateur was up

On this Enchantress; and so Ike and me,

We thought that we might frighten him a bit

By asking if he minded riding rough --

"Oh, not at all," says he, "oh, not at all!

I heard at Robbo Park, and if it comes

To bumping I'm your Moses! Strike me blue!"

Says he, "I'll bump you over either rail,

The inside rail or outside -- which you choose

Is good enough for me" -- which settled Ike.

For he was shaky since he near got killed

From being sent a buster on the rail,

When some chap bumped his horse and fetched him down

At Stony Bridge; so Ikey thought it best

To leave this bloke alone, and I agreed.

So all the books was layin' six to four

Against the favourite, and the amateur

Was walking this Enchantress up and down,

And me and Smithy backed him; for we thought

We might as well get something for ourselves,

Because we knew our horses couldn't win.

But Ikey wouldn't back him for a bob;

Because he said he reckoned he was stiff,

And all the books was layin' six to four.

Well, anyhow, before the start the news

Got around that this here amateur was stiff,

And our good stuff was blued, and all the books

Was in it, and the prices lengthened out,

And every book was bustin' of his throat,

And layin' five to one the favourite.

So there was we that couldn't win ourselves,

And this here amateur that wouldn't try,

And all the books was layin' five to one.

So Smithy says to me, "You take a hold

Of that there moke of yours, and round the turn

Come up behind Enchantress with the whip

And let her have it; that long bloke and me

Will wait ahead, and when she comes to us

We'll pass her on and belt her down the straight,

And Ikey'll flog her home -- because his boss

Is judge and steward and the Lord knows what,

And so he won't be touched; and, as for us,

We'll swear we only hit her by mistake!"

And all the books was layin' five to one.

Well, off we went, and comin' to the turn

I saw the amateur was holdinig back

And poking into every hole he could

To get her blocked; and so I pulled behind

And drew the whip and dropped it on the mare.

I let her have it twice, and then she shot

Ahead of me, and Smithy opened out

And let her up beside him on the rails,

And kept her there a-beltin' her like smoke

Until she struggled past him, pullin' hard,

And came to Ike; but Ikey drew his whip

And hit her on the nose, and sent her back

And won the race himself -- for, after all,

It seems he had a fiver on The Dook

And never told us -- so our stuff was lost.

And then they had us up for ridin' foul,

And warned us off the tracks for twelve months each

To get our livin' any way we could;

But Ikey wasn't touched, because his boss

Was judge and steward and the Lord knows what.

But Mister -- if you'll lend us half-a-crown,

I know three certain winners at the Park --

Three certain cops as no one knows but me;

And -- thank you, Mister, come an' have a beer

(I always like a beer about this time) . . .

Well, so long, Mister, till we meet again.

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The Mylora Elopement by Andrew Barton Paterson By the winding Wollondilly where the weeping willows weep, And the shepherd, with his billy, half awake and half asleep, Folds his fleecy flocks that linger homewards in the setting sun, Lived my hero, Jim the Ringer, “cocky” on Mylora Run. Jimmy loved the super's daughter, Miss Amelia Jane McGrath. Long and earnestly he sought her, but he feared her stern papa; And Amelia loved him truly — but the course of love, if true, Never yet ran smooth or duly, as I think it ought to do. Watching with his slow affection once Jim saw McGrath the boss Riding out by Jim's selection, looking for a station 'oss That was running in the ranges with a mob of outlaws wild. Old McGrath “Good day” exchanges — off goes Jim to see his child; Says, “The old man's after Stager, which he'll find is no light job, And to-morrow I will wager he will try and yard the mob. Will you come with me to-morrow? I will let the parson know, And for ever, joy or sorrow, he will join us here below. “I will bring my nags so speedy, Crazy Jane and Tambourine, One more kiss — don't think I'm greedy — good-bye, lass, before I'm seen — Just one more — God bless you, dearie! Don't forget to meet me here, Life without you is but weary; now, once more, good-bye, my dear.” ***** The daylight shines on figures twain That ride across Mylora plain, Laughing and talking — Jim and Jane. “Steadily, darling. There's lots of time, Didn't we slip the old man prime! I knew he'd tackle that Bowneck mob, I reckon he'll find it too big a job. They've beaten us all. I had a try, But the warrigal devils seem to fly. That Sambo's a real good bit of stuff No doubt, but not quite good enough. He'll have to gallop the livelong day, To cut and come, to race and stay. I hope he yards 'em, 'twill do him good; To see us going I don't think would.” A turn in the road and, fair and square, They meet the old man standing there. “What's up?” “Why, running away, of course,” Says Jim, emboldened. The old man turned, His eye with wild excitement burned. “I've raced all day through the scorching heat After old Bowneck: and now I'm beat. But over that range I think you'll find The Bowneck mob all run stone-blind. Will you go and leave the mob behind? Which will you do? Take the girl away, Or ride like a white man should to-day, And yard old Bowneck? Go or stay?” Says Jim, “I can't throw this away, We can bolt some other day, of course, Amelia Jane, get off that horse. Up you get, Old Man. Whoop, halloo. Here goes to put old Bowneck through!” Two distant specks on the mountain side, Two stockwhips echoing far and wide. Amelia Jane sat down and cried. ***** “Sakes, Amelia, what's up now? Leading old Sambo, too, I vow, And him dead beat. Where have you been? “Bolted with Jim! What do you mean?” “Met the old man with Sambo licked From running old Bowneck.” “Well, I'm kicked — Ran 'em till Sambo nearly dropped? What did Jim do when you were stopped? Did you bolt from father across the plain? Jim made you get off Crazy Jane! And father got on, and away again The two of 'em went to the ranges grim. Good boy, Jimmy! Well done, Jim! They're sure to get them now, of course, That Tambourine is a spanking horse. And Crazy Jane is good as gold. And Jim, they say, rides pretty bold; Not like your father, but very fair. Jim will have to follow the mare.” “It never was yet in father's hide To best my Jim on the mountain-side. Jim can rally, and Jim can ride.” But here again Amelia cried. ***** The sound of a whip comes faint and far, A rattle of hoofs, and here they are, In all their tameless pride. The fleet wild horses snort with fear, And wheel and break as the yard draws near. Now, Jim the Ringer, ride! Wheel 'em! wheel 'em! Whoa back there, whoa! And the foam-flakes fly like the driven snow, As under the whip the horses go Adown the mountain side. And Jim, hands down, and teeth firm set, On a horse that never has failed him yet, Is after them down the range. Well ridden! well ridden! they wheel — whoa back! And long and loud the stockwhips crack, Their flying course they change, “Steadily does it — let Sambo go! Open those sliprails down below. Smart! or you'll be too late. They'll follow old Sambo up — look out! Wheel that black horse — give Sam a clout. They're in! Make fast the gate.” ***** The mob is safely in the yard! The old man mounts delighted guard. No thought has he but for his prize. Jim catches poor Amelia's eyes. “Will you come after all? the job is done, And Crazy Jane is fit to run For a prince's life — now don't say no; Slip on while the old man's down below At the inner yard, and away we'll go. Will you come, my girl?” “I will, you bet, We'll manage this here elopement yet.” ***** By the winding Wollondilly stands the hut of Ringer Jim. And his loving little Meely makes a perfect god of him. He has stalwart sons and daughters, and, I think, before he's done, There'll be numerous “Six-fortys” taken on Mylora run. Untitled by David Noonan at MONA, Tasmania

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George Washington Lambert ARA (1873 – 1930) -  Major Andrew Barton ('Banjo') Paterson, 1918, pencil

Andrew "Banjo" Barton Paterson, CBE (1864–1941) is a renowned Australian bush poet, journalist and author. He is famous for writing Clancy of the Overflow, The Man from Iron Bark and The Man from Snowy River. He may also have written words to Waltzing Matilda. During World War I, Paterson served as an ambulance driver for the Australian Voluntary Hospital, Wimereux, France. Lambert sketched this portrait during 1918 when Paterson was in charge of the Australian Light Horse Remount Unit in Moascar, Egypt. Lambert had previously drawn illustrations for Paterson's poems that were published in the 'The Bulletin" magazine.

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Three Elephant Power, and Other Stories by Paterson, A. B. (Andrew Barton) https://ift.tt/3elJBkT

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Something you mentioned before had me really wondering, Sarah Brightman only performed opposite one Phantom actor, Michael Crawford? Steve Harley doesn't exactly count as he was for that music video and Colm Wilkinson kinda does, but just for the first Act at Andrew's house as a preview. But there truly was no one else we know of? I thought maybe Steve Barton when he covered for Michael, but not sure.

Discounting Colm Wilkinson of the Sydmonton production and Steve Harley from the music video, we have Michael Crawford, obviously, but we also have Dave Willetts. Sarah Brightman returned for one week after having left the London cast and did a few performances opposite him and Michael Ball as Raoul. So that's two different Phantoms confirmed.

Now for guesswork. I believe she performed opposite Jeff Keller, who was the understudy Phantom on Broadway, because I've heard rumors of bootlegs of the two existing, but given that none of these bootlegs have shown up, I can't confirm it.

And while we do know that James Paterson and Steve Barton went on as the Phantom after Crawford was injured, it may have occurred after Sarah Brightman left the cast. For those who don't know, Michael Crawford was injured and had to be hospitalized, so Steve Barton went on as the understudy Phantom; however, Barton himself was injured during rehearsal and only managed to do one performance. Since the other understudy, James Paterson, had not yet rehearsed the role, Michael Crawford ended up leaving the hospital early to play the Phantom, which led to the famous story of Crawford falling asleep in the Golden Angel because of all the drugs he was on. Thankfully, after that Paterson was able to play the role, and did for over 20 performances.

Now the question is, did this occur while Sarah Brightman was in the cast? It seems it may not have. Brightman left the London production before Crawford and Barton did. We can pinpoint the time because we know that Rebecca Caine came in around the end of March 1987 to take over as alternate Christine when Claire Moore, the original alternate, was bumped to principal, which means Brightman must have left around then. This article describing the events of Crawford getting injured and having to return comes from April 23, 1987. There is some lag time between articles coming out and events happening, but given the dates, it seems more probable that this happened after Brightman left, and therefore she did not perform opposite Barton or Paterson as the Phantom.

So in the actual production: Michael Crawford and Dave Willetts are confirmed, Jeff Keller is a "maybe", Steve Barton and James Paterson are a "maybe not", and Colm Wilkinson and Steve Harley are a "sure I guess if you want to count that".

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Books I’ve Read: 2006-2019

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Anderson, Joan - A Second Journey

                          - An Unfinished Marriage

                          - A Walk on the Beach

                          - A Year By The Sea

Anshaw, Carol - Carry the One

Auden, W.H. - The Selected Poems of W.H. Auden

Austen, Jane - Pride and Prejudice

Bach, Richard - Jonathan Livingston Seagull

Bear, Donald R - Words Their Way

Berg, Elizabeth - Open House

Bly, Nellie - Ten Days in a Madhouse

Bradbury, Ray - Fahrenheit 451

                        - The Martian Chronicles

Brooks, David - The Road to Character

Brooks, Geraldine - Caleb’s Crossing

Brown, Dan - The Da Vinci Code

Bryson, Bill - The Lost Continent

Burnett, Frances Hodgson - The Secret Garden

Buscaglia, Leo - Bus 9 to Paradise

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                         - Personhood

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Byrne, Rhonda - The Secret

Carlson, Richard - Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff

Carson, Rachel - The Sense of Wonder

                          - Silent Spring

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Cherry, Lynne - The Greek Kapok Tree

Chopin, Karen - The Awakening

Clurman, Harold - The Fervent Years: The Group Theatre & the 30s

Coelho, Paulo -  Adultery

                           The Alchemist

Conklin, Tara - The Last Romantics

Conroy, Pat - Beach Music

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Corelli, Marie - A Romance of Two Worlds

Delderfield, R.F. - To Serve Them All My Days

Dempsey, Janet - Washington’s Last Contonment: High Time for a Peace

Dewey, John - Experience and Education

Dickens, Charles - A Christmas Carol

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Didion, Joan - The Year of Magical Thinking

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Doctorow, E.L. - Andrew’s Brain

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Gruen, Sarah - Water for Elephants

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Keyes, Daniel - Flowers for Algernon

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Lacayo, Richard - Native Son

Lamott, Anne - Bird by Bird

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Lappe, Frances Moore - Diet for a Small Planet

Lee, Harper - To Kill a Mockingbird

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Lowry, Lois - The Giver

Mander, Jerry - Four Arguments for the Elimination of Television

Marks, John D. - The Search for the Manchurian Candidate: The CIA and Mind         Control

Martel, Yann - Life of Pi

Maslow, Abraham - The Farther Reaches of Human Nature

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                             - Toward a Psychology of Being                            

Maugham. W. Somerset - Of Human Bondage

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                                - Brave Companions

McEwan, Ian - Atonement

                      - Saturday

McLaughlin, Emma - The Nanny Diaries

McLuhan, Marshall - Understanding Media: The Extensions of Man

Meissner, Susan - The Fall of Marigolds

Millman, Dan - Way of the Peaceful Warrior

Moehringer, J.R. - The Tender Bar

Moon, Elizabeth - The Speed of Dark

Moriarty, Liane - The Husband’s Sister

                         - The Last Anniversary

                         - What Alice Forgot

Mortenson, Greg - Three Cups of Tea

Moyes, Jo Jo - One Plus One

                       - Me Before You 

Ng, Celeste - Little Fires Everywhere

Neill, A.S. - Summerhill

Noah, Trevor - Born a Crime

O’Dell, Scott - Island of the Blue Dolphins

Offerman, Nick - Gumption

O’Neill, Eugene - Long Day’s Journey Into Night

                            A Touch of the Poet

Orwell, George - Animal Farm

Owens, Delia - Where the Crawdads Sing

Paulus, Trina - Hope for the Flowers

Pausch, Randy - The Last Lecture

Patchett, Ann - The Dutch House

Peck, Scott M. - The Road Less Traveled

                         - The Road Less Traveled and Beyond

Paterson, Katherine - Bridge to Teribithia

Picoult, Jodi - My Sister’s Keeper

Pirsig, Robert - Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

Puzo, Mario - The Godfather

Quindlen, Anna - Black and Blue

Radish, Kris - Annie Freeman’s Fabulous Traveling Funeral

Redfield, James - The Celestine Prophecy

Rickert, Mary - The Memory Garden

Rogers, Carl - On Becoming a Person

Ruiz, Miguel - The Fifth Agreement

                     - The Four Agreements

                     - The Mastery of Love

Rum, Etaf - A Woman is No Man

Saint-Exupery, Antoine de - The Little Prince

Salinger, J.D. - Catcher in the Rye

Schumacher, E.F. - Small is Beautiful

Sebold, Alice - The Almost Moon

                       - The Lovely Bones

Shaffer, Mary Ann and Anne Barrows - The Gurnsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society

Shakespeare, William - Alls Well That Ends Well

                                   - Much Ado About Nothing

                                   - Romeo and Juliet

                                   - The Sonnets

                                   - The Taming of the Shrew

                                   - Twelfth Night

                                   - Two Gentlemen of Verona

Sides, Hampton - Hellhound on his Trail: The Stalking of Martin Luther King, Jr. and the International Hunt for His Assassin

Silverstein, Shel - The Giving Tree

Skinner, B.F. - About Behaviorism

Smith, Betty - A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

Snyder, Zilpha Keatley - The Velvet Room

Spinelli, Jerry - Loser

Spolin, Viola - Improvisation for the Theater

Stanislavski, Constantin - An Actor Prepares

Stedman, M.L. - The Light Between Oceans

Steinbeck, John - Travels with Charley

Steiner, Peter - The Terrorist

Stockett, Kathryn - The Help

Strayer, Cheryl - Wild

Streatfeild, Dominic - Brainwash

Strout, Elizabeth - My Name is Lucy Barton

Tartt, Donna - The Goldfinch

Taylor, Kathleen - Brainwashing: The Science of Thought Control

Thomas, Matthew - We Are Not Ourselves

Thoreau, Henry David - Walden

Tolle, Eckhart - A New Earth: Awakening to Your Life’s Purpose

                      - The Power of Now

Towles, Amor - A Gentleman in Moscow

                       - Rules of Civility

Tracey, Diane and Lesley Morrow - Lenses on Reading

Traub, Nina - Recipe for Reading

Tzu, Lao - Tao Te Ching

United States Congress - Project MKULTRA, the CIA's program of research in behavioral modification: Joint hearing before the Select Committee on Intelligence and the ... Congress, first session, August 3, 1977

Van Allsburg, Chris - Just a Dream

                                - Polar Express

                                - Sweet Dreams

                                - Stranger

                                - Two Bad Ants

Walker, Alice - The Color Purple

Waller, Robert James - Bridges of Madison County

Warren, Elizabeth - A Fighting Chance

Waugh, Evelyn - Brideshead Revisited

Weir, Andy - The Martian

Weinstein, Harvey M. - Father, Son and CIA

Welles, Rebecca - The Divine Secrets of the Ya Ya Sisterhood

Westover, Tara - Educated

White, E.B. - Charlotte’s Web

Wilde, Oscar - The Picture of Dorien Gray

Wolfe, Tom - I Am Charlotte Simmons

Wolitzer, Meg - The Female Persuasion

Woolf, Virginia - Mrs. Dalloway

Zevin, Gabrielle - The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry

Zusak, Marcus - The Book Thief

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WBBSE Solutions For Class 10 English Bliss Lesson (पाठ) -7 The Cat (बिल्ली)

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The Man from Snowy River, Pt. 1

By Andrew Barton “Banjo” Paterson

Original Instagram post here.

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Today’s Poem

Frying Pan's Theology --Andrew Barton Paterson

Shock-headed blackfellow, Boy (on a pony). Snowflakes are falling Gentle and slow, Youngster says, "Frying Pan What makes it snow?"

Frying Pan, confident, Makes the reply -- "Shake 'im big flour bag Up in the sky!"

"What! when there's miles of it? Surely that's brag. Who is there strong enough Shake such a bag?"

"What parson tellin' you, Ole Mister Dodd, Tell you in Sunday-School? Big pfeller God!

"Him drive 'im bullock dray, Then thunder go; Him shake 'im flour bag -- Tumble down snow!"