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makaris · 5 years

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Holy fuck, the Iowa Caucus

Okay so I want to break this down, mostly as a way to help myself make sense of it all. If this helps other folks understand the time line of events, all the better. My ‘sources’ are scattered and random, as I’ve been absorbing most of this stuff through osmosis and it’s super hard nailing down the ‘best’ link to something, given how fast all this is moving.

I will arbitrarily start my rant here.

BUTTIGIEG BLOCKS CRITICAL DES MOINES POLL

https://www.vanityfair.com/news/2020/02/iowa-poll-swiftly-spiked-after-buttigieg-campaign-issues-complaint

Shortly before the Iowa Caucus was to begin, the CNN/Des Moines poll was set to release. This is, apparently, a very important poll that a lot of the mainstream media (MSM) had already scheduled a lot of coverage for, as it would be a good indicator of the final state of things just before the election.

Then, Buttigieg campaign blocks its release. Why? Well, their campaign claimed that one of the pollsters may have not been giving out Buttigieg’s name while calling out. Not for any nefarious reason, just what is basically an IT issue. This alone isn’t really too bad. And, in a vacuum, not really worth too much fuss over. Like, I do think it’s a bit weird that CNN would let all that money/effort go to waste over a single campaigns minor complaint, but, still, whatever.

The fact that the poll ended up getting leaked and was very favorable to Bernie (and VERY unfavorable to Biden) is another small annoyance. It would have probably helped get a bit of positive / surprise coverage shortly before the caucus. But again, whatever.

https://www.washingtonexaminer.com/news/unreleased-final-iowa-poll-had-biden-in-fourth

Given what all ends up happening, it’s a just a prelude to some REAL hinky shit.

THAT FUCKING APP

So election day comes. I and many others are tuned into various outlets. We have the NYT and other vote trackers open, watching it all roll out. Looks like it’s going good for Bernie. Oh Boy!

Then, around 10PM, the numbers get pulled. We’re told that some app that was being used to communicate the votes was messing up. Numbers were going missing. They aren’t adding up. Tons of nonsense goes down.

The company that created the app is a company called Shadow (yes, really), which is part of a larger group called Acronym. It is staffed by ex Clinton staffers and other failures closely tied to the establishment, so the app being a POS should not be a surprise to anyone. Oh, and the company accepted over $42k from Buttigieg’s campaign.

https://www.truthorfiction.com/did-pete-buttigiegs-campaign-donate-42500-to-iowa-caucus-app-developer-shadow-inc/

It should be mentioned that this company and the people behind it will face no real repercussions. Yeah ‘Shadow’ might go under, but and they might have temporarily lost a few contracts with the DNC. But never underestimate how corrupt the democratic consultant class can be. They’ll be back to fuck some other shit up in no time.

Now, again, not trying to be conspiratorial here. Maybe the vapid bougie fucks behind this had no ill intent. Maybe their worst crime is being morons who did not test their software and accepted money unthinkingly. But at the very least, their history as agents positioned against one of the front runners, and acceptance of money from one of the others, is a clear conflict of interest and should not have been allowed to happen.

Moving on.

BERNIE RELEASES INTERNAL NUMBERS, BUT BUTTIGIEG VICTORIOUS?

Sander’s campaign releases their internal numbers, showing they are leading by a solid 5 points.

https://twitter.com/reaIKevin/status/1224685920504504321/photo/2

The above is the best we had that night.

Then, Buttigieg ended up reporting that he was ‘victorious’. This is obviously misleading at best, as he’d have no way of really knowing that. It was just blustering. An attempt to get ahead of the chaos and create The Narrative.

I won’t go into it right now, as this post is going to be long. But, in the end, the truth is not nearly as important as what people believe. If Pete can successfully insert the idea that he is winning, enough people won’t question it that you’ll gain some converts, regardless of it being untrue. Now, MSM would (surprisingly!) criticize him, a bit, but not nearly enough to make it a bad play, strategically. Pete is dangerous, because he’s the kind of guy that can identify an opening like this, see how it will play out, and shameless act on it.

When he got called out on it (again, surprisingly), he would later claim that he was being just being poetic / flowery, and didn’t mean to say that they had come in 1st and won, which is what victorious means. Pete’s lying, of course, because he is a liar who lies.

We’re getting head of ourselves. Let’s see what happens the next morning...

CONTROLLING THE NARRATIVE

The party decides that they need to do a LOT of ‘quality control’, and it’s just too much to release all at once. They need to do it small batches. And the initial 62% they decide to first release excludes all the area’s where Bernie is doing the best.

https://twitter.com/joules1971/status/1225057375540916226/photo/1

Hey look, Pete’s fucking winning now (if you exclude all the poorer, urban, or minority focused areas)! The numbers aren’t in yet, but it fits The Narrative, so who cares!

From then, past initial 62% release up to the 80-something-% yesterday, we at least have some data. We can look past the noise and see that Buttigieg’s claim to victory is NOT based on the popular vote. It turns out that, even with the releases being poised against him, Bernie is still leading in both the 1st and 2nd round of voting. The only thing he did not take is the SDE count, so they are end up tied for Delegates. What are SDE’s? They’re State Delegate Equivalents. I’m not going to claim to understand how it works, as it is extremely arcane, but an easier way to think about it is that Bernie won the popular vote, but Buttigieg won some Iowa-based electoral college. And even there, is only winning by a slim margin.

It is very important to stress that the delegates from Iowa BARELY MATTER. They’re not why Iowa is significant. The reason we care at all is winning Iowa means you get positive press, and a news cycle dedicated to you. Most voters do not pay much attention, and will generally vote for whoever they perceive to be winning. And who they perceive to be winning is generally based on what the media tells them.

If the goal was to hurt whoever truly won the Iowa election, you would do exactly this. You would you string along the release of info for as long as possible, so that either A) someone else gains the benefits of the election, based on misrepresenting, incomplete data OR B) folks stop paying attention.

Let’s stop and think. A bunch of stuff has happened already. Is it gross incompetence? Or is there nefarious intent? Both? Does the DNC even deserve the benefit of the doubt, after all the shit that they are on the record pulling in 2016?

Let’s assume incompetence for now, and see if it’s even still possible to think that later.

The point is, Bernie was getting his (OUR) media cycle stolen, and Buttigieg is now starting to gain in the polls.

UH OH, MATH IS HARD!

It starts coming out that the totals we were getting were incorrect.

https://twitter.com/Harvard4Bernie/status/1225189173998411778

Bernie votes (and a few from Warren even!) were going to other candidates. Black Hawk County managed to break into the news cycle, but they were far from alone.

https://twitter.com/MCulshawMaurer/status/1225198291140268033

https://twitter.com/crulge/status/1225185093091840002

https://twitter.com/Banalization/status/1225199174171451393

https://twitter.com/MikePrysner/status/1225229056519503872

Turns out TONS of counties were seeing major discrepancies. And, for some reason, all these errors and miscalculations were seeming to only break against Bernie. In some areas, all of Bernie's votes going to fucking Deval or Steyer, who otherwise had basically no support. The only reason we found out is because of local leaders that were smart enough to keep there own numbers, were paying close attention, and caught it. If they hadn’t, we would have never known. Now that’s what I call ~~~QUALITY CONTROL~~~~<3

I goes without saying that the DNC’s numbers at this point are EXTREMELY SUSPECT, and Bernie’s numbers are starting to look like they might be closer to the truth. However, even with this blatant idiocy / corruption (your pick), Bernie still has the popular vote.

TOM PEREZ NEEDS TO RESIGN

That brings us to earlier today, 02/06. 97% of the votes are in. Bernie is only down by 0.1 points in SDE’s, still will ahead in the popular vote, and we’re clearly going to win at this point.

https://twitter.com/micahuetricht/status/1225131303189852160

The remaining votes are coming from satellite locations, mostly minority groups. These groups were pulled in by the Bernie campaign and with their support we would surely pull in that last 0.2 percent needed to win in EVERY metric. There would be no way that the MSM or other campaigns could spin this. Bernie Won!

Then, Tom Perez puts his foot down, sees Bernie Winning all these unfortunate, unforeseen issues, and decides it’s high time to pull the plug and start the whole thing over from the beginning.

https://twitter.com/TomPerez/status/1225468833458245632

Tom Perez, in case you don’t remember, has been in control of the DNC since 2017 but was an opponent of Sanders during the 2016, including him offering plans on how to best shiv Bernie that were discovered in the Podesta leaks.

https://wikileaks.org/podesta-emails/emailid/4429

Notably, he helped engineer the narrative that Bernie could only connect with white liberals (ie the Bernie Bros myth), which has been something the Bernie campaign has been able to successfully push back on until it is now not only untrue, but the exact opposite of the truth. POC are the back bone of Bernie’s campaign!

https://twitter.com/CANCEL_SAM/status/1225566817889980418

ANYWAY, Tom Perez, sleazeball he is, decided to wait until just before we had crossed the finish line to pull this stunt. This is a pretty transparent attempt to delay the results (and the left’s victory!) as long as possible. It also achieves the goal keeping Pete out front and able to boost his polling going into the next states. Which is so far working for them, gaining 6-9 points just this week in NH.

https://www.realclearpolitics.com/epolls/latest_polls/democratic_nomination_polls/

I don’t think anyone would be opposed to a recount, but there can be no reason to not release the last 3% (which they already had: (https://twitter.com/JennUWinn84/status/1225474355028746241). It is overt, blatant corruption.

THE TAKE AWAY / WHAT DO WE DO?

- Don’t feel hopeless. That’s what they want.

- It is super important that we not only win, but we need to win in CRUSHING numbers. Because the DNC will pull every trick in the book to stop us, and we need to be ready.

- Paper. Fucking. Ballots. You’re not a Luddite for wanting this. It’s just the most practical, tamper-proof method. The app was a technocratic solution that was sold to the DNC, based on a problem they invented.

- More transparent oversight of our elections. We invade South American countries due to electoral malfeasance with weaker pretenses then what just happened.

- Capitalists will always break fascist when confronted with the possibility of marginally higher taxes. ALWAYS. For these reasons, If/When Bernie takes over the party, the DNC needs to be purged of EVERY LAST Reagan/Bush/Clinton era asset. We don’t need them, they are not our allies, they will actively try to sabotage us, and for all these reasons and more unity with them is impossible.

- Do not play into the ‘VOTE BLUE NO MATTER WHO’ game. It is not the time for that. We are in the primary, and Bernie is the front runner. The old arguments no longer apply, and no longer matter.

There are real fucking stakes here, and half/partial measures aren’t worth shit. It doesn’t matter if YOU think you’re being principled by showing up to cast a vote for Bloomburg over Trump. Anyone other then Bernie will suppress the vote, full stop. When people don’t vote, republicans win. You will not be successful in holding poor / underprivileged people hostage and trying to activate them politically if all your promising them is the status quo, or wonky means tested BS.

- We’re winning!...

https://projects.fivethirtyeight.com/2020-primary-forecast/

... But pretend we’re losing! We can’t get complacent.

Ok that’s enough. I have idea if anyone will read all this as I have like... four...? Followers? Sorry for my rant, but it’s time to get politically engaged!

#democrats #2020 Election #bernie sanders #dnc #tom perez #pete buttigieg #elizabeth warren #joe biden #bloomburg #iowa caucus

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iowastatedailyarchive · 6 years

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The I.A.C. Student, Vol. 1 No. 1 (7 August 1890)

A happy 128th birthday to the Iowa State Daily! To celebrate, here is the first issue, dated 7 August 1890. Included are the actual pages and the text to every story.

Some quick thoughts after reading it... So. Many. Periods. In headlines. Though women are on staff, there are no female pronouns when talking about student life and achievements after college. A lot of the writing is dry, recapping event activities in chronological order, especially visible in the baseball game recap. The writing style can take some real getting used to. The mission statement is on the second page, not the front page. Only one story, a tribute/obituary, has author initials on it, the other stories are done without a byline (a practice that’ll go on for decades.)

I’ve corrected some of the grammatical and punctuation errors; some I’m not sure about and there don’t seem to be any rules for comma usage, which can be a challenge — sorry, copy editors. The newspaper also had no guide when it comes to titled works, as it uses both title case, italics, and quotation marks. I could make notes on some of these stories to give them historical context, including the story that hints at the Dinkey, the military notes piece, and the literary societies, but maybe another day. This is already quite long.

Quick reference for the stories in this issue

Headlines in brackets are my creation as many items don’t have headlines — a practice that’ll last for a couple decades.

PAGE 1 Masthead and staff The Joint Session: A recap of the session that brought together all of the college literary societies. Are our Courses too Heavy: An examination about if IAC students are worked too hard [Join a literary society, freshman]: Editors tell the freshman they’d be wise to join one of the college literary societies.

PAGE 2 The IAC Student: The mission state of the newspaper Passing in Panorama: A long piece about life at IAC during the course of a year Philomathean: A recap of the literary society’s first meeting of the school year (debate topic: Should Congress have appropriated $5,000 for the benefit of the Pan-American Congress)

PAGE 3 Welch: A recap of the literary society’s first meeting of the school year (debate topic: That longer terms of office and less rotation would be a benefit to the United States government) Crescent: A recap of the literary society’s first meeting of the school year (debate topic: That a two-thirds vote should be sufficient to convict in a trial by jury) Cliolious: A recap of the literary society’s meeting on 2 Aug (debate topic: That an international copyright should exist) Alumni Notes: Blurbs on various college alumni and where they are in life [An Iowan at Harvard?]: A brief about a frugal man at Harvard

PAGE 4 Christian Association Notes: Some notes and thoughts of the YMCA/YWCA, one of the new organizations on campus [YMCA/YWCA proven worthwhile]: The opening reception of the YMCA/YWCA for the term show that the org is here for the better [Social notes and updates]: Briefs on a new student, a professor’s party, and updates on the decoration sessions. What Are You Here For?: Make sure you are at IAC for the right reasons [YMCA/YWCA reception a success]: A recap of the YMCA/YWCA opening reception [Notes on mail call, vocal music]: Quick notes on mail call and an upcoming concert Athletic Notes: Blurbs about athletics at the college, which is still in its infancy. The Vets Hold an Interesting Session: A recap of the Veterinary Medical Society meeting, which included discussion of Anthrax.

PAGE 5 Advertisements: An assortment of advertisements from Ames and Des Moines businesses.

PAGE 6 Baseball: A inning-by-inning recap of the freshmen baseball game. Of note, baseball is the latest craze sweeping the campus. Engineers: A recap of the Engineering Society’s first meeting of the school year Christian Endeaver Society Entertainment: A recap of the music program and ice cream social hosted the Christian Endeavor Society, a program of the Congregations Church in Ames Advertisements: An assortment of advertisements from Ames and Des Moines businesses.

PAGE 7 Military Notes: Blurbs about the happenings in the military arm of the college [Science Club]: A recap of the Science Club’s first meeting of the school year, including a look at a meteor which was donated to the college museum The Library: An update on the Library as it improves its card catalog plus a look at how useful the library is to students Bachelor Session: A recap of the Bachelors’ first meeting of the school year (debate topic: That the state should have absolute control of the liquor traffic within its borders) [Tennis association stalls]: The creation of the tennis association has stalled. (Tennis will soon be the big sport on campus.) [Railroad desired to connect Ames, college]: Some junior civil engineers are working on plans for a railroad to connect Ames to the college.

PAGE 8 Scraps from our waste basket: Odds and ends of things often about other colleges, but also some words of wisdom and silly observations [Strange noises in the night]: Brief about a proctor trying to locate students up to no good Tribute to Chas. J. Cotey, ‘87, late professor, Dakota Agricultural College: A tribute and obituary to Charles J. Cotey, an alumni and successful businessman [Why successful freshman can falter]: Quick take on why a successful freshman can quickly falter in schoolwork [Social notes and more]: Blurbs about sports, events, students, faculty, staff, and college life

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The I. A. C. Student.

Issued Fortnightly During College Year.

Intelligencer Job Print, Ames, Iowa.

Subscription 50 cents per term. Single Copies 10 cents. On sale at Book Stores. Advertising rates made known on application.

Contributions Solicited. All communications should be addressed to

THE I.A.C. STUDENT.

G. H. SCHULTE. Bus. Mg’r. Ames, lowa.

F. E. Davidson ‘90, G. H. Schulte '90, Miss Kate Stevens 90, E. S. McCord ‘91, J. E. Spaan '91, Miss Clarice McCarthy '91,

F.C. Stewart '92, W. H. Cochran '93, Miss Ella Curtis '93, R. H. Fairfield '93, E. E. Faville ‘93, A. M. Harvey '93.

THE JOINT SESSION.

An Interesting Program Presented to an Appreciative Audience.

In obedience to a custom of many years, the five literary societies of the college held a joint session in the college chapel on Saturday evening, July 26th.

The audience was not as large as might be wished, as many of the students spent the evening elsewhere. The great difficulty in preparing a creditable program is the very short time available for preparation. It is a fact that our joint sessions do not rank with the average literary society session either in interest or merit. However the last was the best we have heard for some time.

Mr. Meredith acted as chaplain of the evening, reading a very interesting chapter of the scriptures. For a change we would like to hear a simple earnest prayer from one of the students, as an introduction to our literary sessions, instead of the scripture readings.

Messrs. Minchen and Adams rendered a very choice selection of guitar music, and were loudly encored. Their reputation is well established as two of our best musicians.

Mr. Bishop in behalf of the various societies welcomed the audience m a few appropriate remarks.

“The Little Red Hen" was next delivered by Miss Charlotte Barrows. Miss Barrows was fortunate in the selection of a declamation. Her delivery is simple and uneffected.

The next performance was an oration by Miss Kate Stevens entitled "Physical Culture." She reviewed the standards of manhood and womanhood of all nations; clearly showing that all united the ideals of beauty, strength and power. She pointed out the tendency in America to-day, to cultivate the intellect to the exclusion of the body, clearly portraying the results necessary to follow if a halt is not called to this unsystematic development. Miss Stevens is one of the ablest students of which the I. A C. can boast. She is a clear thinker and always thinks to a purpose.

The song by Miss Ward was well rendered and duly appreciated by the audience.

The debate was "Should the National Election Bill Becomes Law?" Mr. Hodson opened the debate in a brilliant manner. Mr. Graham led the negative. It was at once apparent that he was prepared to debate. He looked at the question from a conservative point of view, clearly portraying the evils which would necessarily follow should the bill become a law. Mr. Starkey, the second speaker on the affirmative is a radical partisan, and of course, thought the bill ought to pass. Mr. Thomburg replied to the arguments in a telling manner.

Mr. Hodson in his closing speech waxed eloquent, and brought down the house. Mr. Graham closed the debate in his quiet characteristic matter. He being a senior having passed up Polit. and Psych. of course made the best debate.

After music by Messrs. Minchem and Adams, Mr. Clyde Jones told us of the “Behring Sea Controversy." Mr. Jones has a very earnest manner of speaking and held the attention of all the audience, not excepting a few smart (?) folks who had been giggling and passing notes during most of the entertainment.

Impromptu speeches were next in order. Messrs Stewart, Dyer and Olmsted and Miss Alice Mann responding. The speakers were well prepared and got off some good takes on the audience.

Mr. Lovejoy sustained his well known reputation as a declarmer when he rendered Ingersol's Vision."

G. H. Schulte next told us of "Ilis Experience in Courtship." It will be remembered Mr. Schulte won first honors in the decathlon contest in '88. His rendering is direct and forceable. He was frequently interrupted by bursts of applause.

The vocal duet by Messrs Morton and Cochran was one of the best we have heard in some time.

The Parody by Miss Elmira Wilson was well written and distinctly read. In prophetic language she told of the future of the I.A.C. girls.

Mr. Dean next favored the audience with a very fine sketch of our Departed Hero," Dr. Welch.

A tableaux closed the entertainment, and the joint session was once more a thing of the past.

Are our Courses too Heavy.

We have heard many students complain that too much work was required of them. They make comparisons between the work required here and at other schools, which do not require more than one-half as much of their students as is required by our faculty. This is no argument against our course. If these same grumblers will but look at the records of I. A. C. graduates and compare their success with those of the graduates of these other schools they will find the odds all in favor of the I. A. C. It does seem however that students of some of our courses have more required work than others.

15 hours without laboratory work is hardly on & level with 16 hours, and 7 laboratories.

We think however that instead of the latter course being made easier the other should be made more difficult.

That as much work should be required to obtain a degree in the general as in the engineering courses.

[Suggested headline: Join a literary society, freshmen]

To the new students we would say: You cannot afford not to be a member of one of the college literary societies. Do not put it off until next term, but join at once, and go to work. No matter if you cannot debate like the seniors or orate like the juniors. They were once freshmen, but by hard persistant effort have secured that greatest of all attainments, the power to speak readily in public. No matter if you do not expect to follow a literary profession. There are times in every man's life when it will be hundreds in his pocket if he can clearly and readily state his thoughts in public. A thorough knowledge of parliamentary law and usages is as essential to a thorough education as a knowledge of mathematics. The literary society fills a place in our educational system which can be filled by nothing else. It is a place where character is formed, where wit is sharpened, where thought unfolds in its grandest magnificence.

Observe the society workers, those who seem to carry their society in their mind and heart continually Those who are considered the best literary workers. Follow them after they have left college and have mingled with the world, and we will venture the assertion that 99 times out of 100 you will find them the most successful men in life. No matter whether they graduated with honor or were "voted over." Marks do not make the man. It is the ability to hustle, to move men, and things that gives them this advantage over their competitors. See to it then that you not only have a trained intellect, and a large fund of useful knowledge, but the ability to hustle in this hustling world.

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THE I. A. C. STUDENT.

The succession of events that break the routine of college life is now specially marked by the appearance of a paper that will make a complete record of their [occurrence].

THE I. A. C. STUDENT now comes to the Students, Faculty, Alumni and Friends of the institution for the first time. The policy of its managers is simple and easily understood. We shall try and publish a College Newspaper. THE I. A. C. is our field and we shall endeavor to advance the institution in every manner possible. We shall not attempt to run a scientific or literary Magazine, and we doubt if there is a demand for our ideas on politics or religion. It is our object to create a genuine college newspaper, one free from all [alliances], and in this work we invite all the [friends] of the institution to help us.

Passing in Panorama.

"History repeats itself." Nowhere is the truth of this saying so clearly shown as at the I. A. C. Not that we are working in a rut, our students are as enterprising as the students of other colleges. But human nature is always the same, and under similar conditions manifests itself in similar ways. In the main each year is a [repetition] of the previous one. The Freshmen are always green, the Sophomores always boastful.

The first week of the term is characterized by trunks, handshaking, introductions and general miscellaneousness. At the President's office, candidates for Freshman standing are telling the President how smart they are—how they've passed up algebra and geometry, and that they think they ought to be admitted without an examination. The Sophomors, Juniors and Seniors would "like to see you a moment, privately, President Chamberlain.”

Soon come the skip-tum-a-loo pig-in-the-parlor socials where all are expected to be as if they had been acquainted with each other all their lives, instead of an hour.

Toward the latter part of April little knots of Sophomores may be seen here and there talking earnestly. This is an indication of the coming of the Freshman picture and the great Freshman-Sophomore "scrap" attending it.

Them follows the reception. The Sophomores spout and strut while the Freshman stares admiringly and says to himself, That's Fine. He informs his neighbor, ”that when a man gets through this college he knows something."

At this period the toughs of the Freshman class, begin to come into prominence. The nights on Freshman floor are now hideous. Next day the salute is, "Been to see the President yet?”

The Freshmen organize a ball team and try tilts with each of the three upper class nines successively. Perhaps they are successful, perhaps not—it makes no difference. No more is heard about ball during the remainder of the term. All have turned their attention to tennis and mashing.

The first of May brings the book-agents. They tell tho boys beautiful stories about pleasant vacations of travel, golden crops of suckers and the immense value of the experience acquired.

The Freshmen and Sophomors are wondering where the [battalion] will spend Decoration Day. Some say at Boone, others Marshalltown, and Nevada, etc, etc.

Up to this time nothing has been heard of the Juniors. All seem to think that they are for ornament only. But, behold! the time of the junior ex, draws nigh. The animal making that unearthly noise in the next room is not a demented bovine, but only a Junior ex, speaker rehearsing his oration.

With the fare days of June, comes the event of the year—Col. Lincol'n reception to his officers and Co. G. captains, lieutenants and sergeants—how they scramble. Here's a little advice boys, On such occasions adopt this motto, "send your mail early and avoid the rush.“

The closing days of the term are days of hurry and hard work. The last Sunday finds many vacant seats in chapel. The sophomores are making out their surveying plots, the juniors are wrestling with engineering and literature, while the seniors are preparing for Monday's examination in psychology.

Vacation is to short. In four weeks the trunk act must again be performed, while the freshmen come swaggering along, puffing and sweating in these heavy uniforms. (Been showing off on the the train you know). First of all, the social must be attended to. Then all eyes are turned toward the orchard. Emigration sets in toward the west, and the sentiment of the times seems to be, 'Go west young man, and fill up with apples." The season advances and the President forbids the indiscriminate appropriation of fruit. Then it is that apples are hauled in by the sackful in the wee small hours of the night; then it is that Jerry and the proctors spend sleepless nights.

When the grapes are ripe, the orchard loses its charm, and the vineyard becomes the center of interest. Before, grape-time came the class picnics. They are very pleasant affairs, but like the Colonel's reception are apt to cause the boys some anxiety.

After the picnics are over, all are talking about the State Fair. Are we going? When? How long to stay? Is Co. G. going? The same questions and the same indefinite answers. Why can's people vary their conversation some? This Fair question is a dry chestnut.

The Fair comes. It is over. O how tired! O how sleepy next morning, when the jingle rings.

The year's work now rapidly draws to a close. The seniors are "burning midnight oil" over their theses. We come to commencement week. Decoration of the chapel is in progress. The upper classes do their work quietly and with dispatch, but the freshman can't agree on what they want to do, nor how to do it. They waste the so much time that they have to finish up while the rest are at supper.

During the exercises of the week, every fellow sticks to his best girl, having in mind the fact that a four month's vacation is close at hand. The final day comes. The noble seniors march upon the platform for the last time. How grand to distinguish one's self by forgetting his oration! How awe inspiring the scene! How relieved the audience when it is over, and cramped limbs and poisoned lungs are permitted to gain their normal condition! Congratulations come now, Tears flow freely, Tis over. We are off for four month's vacation. Goodbye.

Philomathean.

The Philomatheans held their first regular session of this term Saturday evening the 2nd, inst.

The society was called to order at the usual time and after devotional by the Chaplain, the president Mr. Howard, was installed.

The outgoing president, Mr. C. D. Davidson, in his usual pleasant manner thanked the society for the honors given him, and gave the members a few valuable hints which we hope will be remembered.

Next on the program came the debate. The question was: “Should Congress have appropriated $5,000 for the benefit of the Pan-American Congress.” The question was ably debated by Messrs. Faille and Fairfield as leaders and Messrs. D. A. Thornburg and Jackson as assistants.

Miss Lane read a very amusing parody which was not only amusing but also interesting. The subject has been for the past two or three weeks, an all absorbing theme in the I. A. C.

Mr. Roddis then gave a selection from Will Carlton, “Making an Editor Out’n O'Him."

The two minute speeches by Misses Walley and Stevens and Mr. Reynolds were nothing very weighty, but " A little nonsense now and then is relished by the best of men.”

The voluntaries by Miss Stevens and Mr. Wooding were very good indeed, and were enjoyed by all. Miss Stevens pictured very beautifully the story of a "Union Spy," and Mr. Woodring rendered the familiar but none the less amusing poem, “The Snack in School.”

Mr. Peterson, of Des Moines, then addressed the society, giving some reminiscences of his school days and some ideas as to the value of society work.

The literary part of the program was interspersed with some charming selections of music.

During the business session Mr. Brown was initiated, thus adding another good member to the society.

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Welch.

Saturday evening when the society boll ceased ringing the Welch boys quietly settled into their chairs and prepared themselves for the intellectual feast of the evening. They were complimented by the presence of a number of visitors.

An address of welcome by President F. E. Davidson opened the evening program, and the work of the term.

During the session declamations were rendered by Messrs Kent, Raymond and Rickets. An interesting essay was read by Mr. Waterhouse, and a medley of splendid merit by Mr. O'Niel.

Mr. Christie's speech on Mexico, showed us its political history; and possibilities for the future, as well as a glimpse of its resources, and geographical peculiarities.

Mr. Emerson spoke on the question of American fisheries and presented a reasonable solution to this perplexing problem.

An able debate was given on the question “That longer terms of office and less rotation, would be a benefit to the United States government." Messrs McCord and Jones handled the affirmative and Messrs Angus and Henry the negative. The debate was given to the affirmative.

An oration on James A. Garfield was next delivered by Mr. Bramhall. It was a production of excellent merit and was highly spoken of..

Several excellent declamations were given as voluntaries.

The society is to be congratulated on having added to its list of members, the names of Mr. McCarthy and Mr. Lewis.

Crescent.

The society was called to order by the Vice President, R. M. Dyer, Miss Quint being appointed secretary. The roll call by Mr. Spinny showed that many were absent from the room.

The question for debate was:

Resolved: That, a two-thirds.vote should be sufficient to convict in a trial by jury.

Mr. Spinny the first speaker on the affirmative showed that in reality a majority vote rules in case of trial by jury, and that a law to that effect is in force in some countries.

Mr. Dyer the first speaker on the negative holds that there is no balance between right and wrong, and a man is either wholly right or wholly wrong. He further makes the remark that, if he should ever be so unfortunate as to be called up in court for trial, for stealing watermelons or chickens, he wants the unanimous vote of twelve jurymen to convict him.

Mr. Beyer, attacked the watermellon argument. Mr. Peterson volunteered. He is in favor of the jury system as it is, but states that he would rather be judged by a judge than by a jury under present conditions. In speaking of the possibility of bribing one or two members of the jury, he says that it is done and often a criminal is set free in that way, but under the present system, it does not often happen that the innocent are convicted. He holds that it is better for fifty or one hundred, or any number of criminals to go unpunished than to convict one innocent person.

Mr. Cory in his oration reviewe four gov't. He holds that the American theory is the solution of the problem of gov't.

Miss Nichols showed in her oration that he is radically opposed to foreign emigration.

Declamations by Misses Williams and Ward were well delivered.

Mr. Shaul in his five minutes speech discussed the Moroal Progress of the ninetenth Century.

The different pieces of music were well rendered, and the crescents may be proud of their own quartette.

Cliolious.

The Cliolian Society met August 2, with the attendance not as large as usual.

Owing to the "tennis party” some of the members were absent; among them our president and vice president.

Miss Jennie Morrison was chosen to preside during the evening.

Miss Sadie Barrows favored the audience with a pleasing piano solo, after which Miss Garth read a touching poem—The Bridge Keeper's Story.

Miss Boyd's essay, "Abilities and Opportunities," was well read and showed much thought and careful preparation.

The question for debate was:

Resolved: That an International copyright should exist.

The leaders on both affirmative and negative being detained at the tennis party on account of the rain. Misses Morrison and Thornburg handled the question with marked ability.

The judges decided in favor of the affirmative.

Our thoughts wandered to home and Mother for a few minutes, while Miss Garth sang “Some Day I'll Wander Back Again."

“A Railroad Episode," by Burdette, was nicely rendered by Mable Owens.

The current events arranged by Misses Freed and Porter covered a wide range of subjects.

Miss Charlotte Barrows and her assistants demonstrated in an amusing pantomine, that it is better to let well enough alone[.]

Miss Doolitle read a beautiful essay entitled "Mary and Martha," which was [written] by one of her former pupils.

Miss Justas rendered “Boat Song," by Mendelsshou, after which the society adjourned.

[Suggested headline: railroad accident in Nevada]

A young man named J. P. Oleson working with a bridge gang at Nevada, tried to board a moving train, and missing his hold, had his foot crushed so badly that it had to be amputated, Dr. Fairchild performing the operation and brought the boy to the sanitary building where he is now getting along nicely.

Alumni Notes

‘87. C. F. Curtis, of Nevada, Sundayed with friends at the I. A. C.

‘83. Attorney O. C. Peterson, of Des Moines, was a welcome visitor at the college.

‘85. C. S Bowie is superintendent of the electric light system at Tacoma, Washington, and draws a good salary.

‘88. W. L. Thomson and E. K. were recent visitors at the I. A.C.

'89. C. H. Stearns, Professor of National Sciences in Drake University, is rusticating among the mountains of Colorado.

‘84. T. F. Bevington is city attorney of Sioux City, an exceedingly lucrative position

‘87. F. W. Mally has resigned his position in the University of Illinois, and accepted an appointment in the U. S. Entomological commission.

‘88. Besides being professor of agriculture in the Texas Agricultural College, Geo. W. Curtis has lately been made director of the state experimental station.

‘89. M. W. Thornburg is taking a post graduate course at the college, and has charge of the preparatory class in physiology.

'89. P. H. Rolfs principal of schools at Lawler, Iowa, is spending his vacation at the I. A. C.

‘89. B. T. Green has left the college for a needed vacation preparatory to entering upon his duties as professor of mathematics in the Presbyterian college at Fort Dodge

‘76. Mr. J. F. Hardin and wife (Mamie Carpenter of class *77.) have just departed from a two weeks visit at the I. A. C. Mr. Hardin is engaged in law and real estate business at Eldora, and makes an annual pilgrimage to his Alma Mater.

'84. Miss Mannie Wilson, recently graduated from the normal college at [Framingham], Massachusetts. She will teach in the Bay state the coming year.

‘82. Geo. W. Catt is a bridge engineer at Seattle, Washington, and is reported to be worth half a million.

‘84. E. J. Nichols, when last heard from was engaged in engineering at Texaskania, at a [salary] of two thousand.

Miss Sloan, daughter of C. H. ('84) and Emma Porter Sloan (‘85) will enter the I. A. C. as a student in 1906.

Fred Faville, the orator of '87, has resigned a very lucrative position with the government at Baltimore, M. D. During his stay there Fred devoted his spare hours to the study of law, and will enter the senior law class at Iowa City in September.

[Suggested headline: An Iowan at Harvard?]

A young man graduated at Harvard Law school last June, who had completed the four years collegiate course at Harvard, followed by three years in the Law school, and has supported himself throughout the seven years, coming out with a balance of $5,000 in his pocket. When we remember that the expenses at Harvard is not far from $1,000 per year, we are led to believe that the gentleman was either a Des Moines boodler or an Iowan book agent.

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Christian Association Notes

The Y. M. and Y. W.C. A's of the I. A. C. are the last societies organized here, but not the least. They are destined, here as in other colleges, to become prominent factors in the affairs of the institution. They will, as nearly as possible, take the place of the church, which the student enjoys at home, but of which he is deprived here. They like the church bringing up the standard of morality in localities, will raise that standard at college. Then as the standard of morality rises, the need of strict rules becomes less. A little observation among different colleges, will show how much more pleasant for both faculty and students it is when the students are governed by the desire to do right, rather than by proctors and ironclad rules.

Although these associations may not in every respect take the place of the church, as one of the principal means of growth in spiritually, they surpass the church. A splendid opening is here afforded for active Christian work.

To confine ourselves to our own associations, we may say that they have made a good start in their work. They organized near the close of last term, the Y. M. C. A. with a membership of 92, which has since been raised to 116, and the Y. W. C. A. with about 60, which has also been increased.

A full set of committees have entered upon their work. The Wednesday and Sunday evening meetings have opened with good attendance, which should however be increased.

In truth, the associations have taken up with ready hands and hearts the work which destiny has designed they should advance. THE STUDENT wishes them Godspeed.

[Suggested headline: YMCA/YWCA proven worthwhile]

When the Y. M. and Y. W. C. A’s were talked of here, some were opposed to organizing, preferring to run along awhile in the old rut. They doubtless think differently now.

Receptions, like the one given at the opening of this term, are just what we need, and should have at opening of every term. They are just formal enough to be worthy of an intellectual and moral set of students, and informal enough to gain with ease the object of their inauguration.

[Suggested headline: Social notes and updates]

Freshman Hewstreet of Ames, who was at Cornell last year is with us this term.

Prof. Knapp gave a Lawn Tennis party Saturday evening at Woodward Place. Those who were so fortunate as to be invited reported a most enjoyable time.

In the LATE report of the decoration sessions held at the I. A. C. we noticed that an oration by R. F. Hodson, entitled Eulogy on Abraham Lincoln, and also one by F. E. Davidson, entitled, Our Destiny, were by mistake left out.

What Are You Here For?

No doubt most of our students would answer, if asked this question—work. But would not some at least think that their object in coming to college a very vague one. When we see students trying to shirk their work or selecting an easy course, we have serious doubts of their success. They seem to be seeking a good time, little dreaming that they injure no one but themselves. Were you sent here, or did you come? Are you searching for a royal road to learning, or are you willing to toil weeks, months, and years, in training and developing those faculties which nature has most bounteously bestowed upon you? This is no place for idle dreaming, but a place for effort, for work; sincere, honest and faithful work.

[Suggested headline: YMCA/YWCA reception a success]

The Y. M. C. A. and Y. W. C. A. gave their first reception on Friday evening July 25th, to which a most cordial invitation was extended to all the students.

The reception was held on the first floor of the Main Building.

The balls were elegantly decorated, and the artistic arrangements of the decorations made them more inviting than ever before showing the taste of the ladies of the Y. W. C. A.

The reception committee were Misses Morrison, Mills and Roberts assisted by Messrs Reynolds, Norton, Merrill and Shoemaker and the hearty welcomes which were extended to all, insured each one, of other than an unpleasant time.

The principal feature of the reception was the tendency on the part of everyone present to be entertaining, and in this way all were made to enjoy a pleasant evening. An appropriate program was carried out consisting of the following:

Recitation, Legion of the Organ Builder, G. W. Randiett.

Sextette, Miss Mills and Mr. Norton, accompanied by Misses Nichols, Chamberlain and Messrs Norton and Reynolds.

Reading, A Tale of the Two Cities, Mrs. Chamberlain.

Piano Duet, Mrs. Barrows and Mrs. Owens.

Monologue, Auntie Doleful's Visit, Miss Curtiss.

Recitation, The Soldier's Death Dream, E. E. Faville.

Vocal Duet, The Pilot, Messrs Cochran and Norton.

Address, J. C. Norton.

[Suggested headline: Notes on mail call, vocal music]

We are much pleased to see the tear of the "want-a letter-student," quickly dried up, as he rushes out for his noon day mail, all on account of the promptness of our mail cart.

The next attraction is the cantata "Ruth the Moabitess” to be given in the chapel Saturday evening, August 9. All lovers of vocal music look [forward] to this coming event, expecting a treat. The societies will give way to it and a large attendance is expected.

Athletic Notes.

The I. A. C. A. A., is out of debt and is in a prosperous condition.

Trotter and Chicago. run a 100 yard race the other evening, Chicago won by several yards making it in 17 seconds.

The new vaulting polo costing $6.50 is in constant use up to date. Foster, Davidson and Strong seem to be about equally skillful in using it. Look out for a record of 10 feet this fall.

Prof. Weihe has kindly consented to teach a class of athletically inclined students to use the bars. The boys like to see the faculty take an interest in student matters.

Quite a number of the boys have purchased running shoes and suits. Some good records will be made this fall. Davidson is reported to have made the 100 yards in 10 5-10 seconds last week.

In the state field of Michigan, Burnette of the M. A. C. won 10 first prizes and two seconds.

Yale's noted sprinter, Sherrill, lowered his 100 yard record 10 1-5 to 10 seconds at the spring meeting, May 12. Another Yale man, Williams, broke the inter-collegiate 120 yard hurdle race, his time being 16 3-5 seconds.

The best record ever made in any intercollegiate meeting on throwing the ball was made May 17, 1879, by R. H. Treman of Cornell University N. Y. He throwing 379 feet 6 5-10 inches. W. Zmunt, of the I. A. C., last term beat this record by several feet, on the I. A. C. grounds in the presence of some fifty spectators.

Our boys must bear in mind that if they expect to do anything in the next state field day that they must begin to train at once and keep up their training, one cannot get in condition to make records without severe training.

The Vets. Hold an Interesting Session.

The Veterinary Medical Society held a very interesting session at their hall, August 1, 1890.

The following responded according to program.

First a speech by Mr. Whitbeck, subject “Fistula." The subject was ably discussed by all present.

Next was a speech by J. Replogle on the subject of Caponizing. His talk was interesting and instructive.

Following this was a paper by Mr. Sorenson on the subject of Anthrax, which was readily discussed by the society on account of its being one of the most complex diseases that a surgeon has to treat.

Mr. Ingmand then spoke of The Out-look for Veterinary Practitioners, which was well received by the society. Volunteers were called for Messrs Heck and Austin responded.

Several new members were initiated at the business session and became regular members of the society.

The Society with Professor M. Stalker as president is enjoying great prosperity and cannot help but benefit its members.

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Advertisements

L.B. Abdill, books and paints (Des Moines)

Bigelow & Smith, dry goods (Ames)

L.M. Bosworth, drug store and magazine subscriptions (Ames)

Canier Bros. & Herman, shoe store (Ames)

Geo. G. Tilden, clothing (Ames)

W.G. Randall, rest house (Ames)

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Military Notes.

The officers and non commissioned officers have guard mount every Thursday evening at seven o,clock. By this plan guard mount can be more thoroughly learned than if taken on regular drill days, while it also leaves more time for brigade drill.

Chief trumpeter Goldsmith not having returned to college; Mr. Henry has been promoted to that position.

The military dept. has bought a new drum.

Miss Belle Gaston has resigned as Capt. of Co. G, and Miss Kate Porter is now in command of the company,

By order of the trustees, the students rooms must be inspected each morning, by the steward or persons appointed by him. Col. Lincoln has turned over the work to the Captains and first Lieutenants, who take their turns, as officer of the day. There is already a marked improvement in the appearance of the rooms. The plan meets the approval of the students; why not go a step further, and abolish the present procter system. Make the officer of the day, responsible for the good order of the school, this is in part a military institution, and certainly military decorum would not be to severe on the boys.

The officers of the day report that the sanitary condition of the old college needs attention.

The new students form a [separate] squad under the command of Lieut. Dean.

[Suggested headline: Science Club]

The Science Club held their first meeting for this term last Friday. Although they had no regular program, yet they had a very interesting session. Mr. Henry Rolfs read a paper on the crossing of con, deduced from experiments begun by Prof. Crozier in '87. Prof. Osborn presented for examination some pieces of the meteor which fell in the northern part of this state. These pieces were donated to the college museum by trustee Secore.

Prof. Pammel gave the result of a study of the seed coats of the genus Euphorbia to determine the species; and also mentioned the recent experiments in sterilizing milk in order to destroy tuberculosis bucilli. Considerable interest was taken in discussing these papers. The club appointed a committee to select a scientific periodical which shall be donated to the college library. The next meeting of the club will be held on Friday, August 14. All interested in science are invited to attend.

The club is doing excellent work, and the students in the scientific course can not afford to slight the meetings. Devote an evening to the science club and you shall be well paid for your time.

The Library.

The latest improvement in the library is the labeling of the books upon the outside. Each book is to have, and most of them already have, a label upon the back showing at once the class to which it belongs and the number of the book in that class. The books in any class are arranged alphabetically according to the newest approved system. This will be a great aid to those wishing to find books. There is already a catalogue of cards containing, both the titles and the names of the authors arranged alphabetically. These cards give the class and the number of the book in the class and the directory on the door gives the alcove in which that class is found so that any one with a little practice can find any book there.

The library contains about 8000 volumes. Each department contains the best books on that subject. The departments in science and engineering are especially strong and new books are being added every year. Yearly all the leading magazines are taken and have been bound and an index secured 80 that articles on any subject that has been discussed in them can be readily found.

Few students appreciate until they have visited other colleges the advantages they may enjoy in the library here. The opportunity it offers, by giving them access to a large collection of books not largely novels or histories but just what every student needs to supplement bis text book if he is to do thorough work, should not be overlooked by those deciding what college they will enter or students in recommending their college to others.

Four of the leading dailies and a large number of weekly papers and scientific journals are taken giving full information on the leading events of the day.

It opens at 10 o'clock in the morning and remains open during the study hours of the day except from 1 until 2 in the afternoon. During the time it is open any person is at liberty to use any book or paper in the library but are not allowed to take them from there without a written order from the professor in the department to which the book belongs.

Bachelor Session.

The Bachelors opened by roll call and quotations, the chaplain not being present. After this Mr. Branvig favored us with the selection “Rock Me to Sleep Mother."

The next exercise was [an] essay in which Mr. Kanfman told us of the “Sub-Treasury Scheme.' He presented in an able manner the stand of the Farmers Alliance and pointed out the [impracticable] points of the “Ware house plan."

The next on the program should have been an oration but the orator was "not present or accounted for."

There being some misunderstanding about whether the old or the new music committee was to procure musicians, the president called in vain for music.

The question "Resolved that the state should have absolute control of the liquor traffic within its borders” was advocated by Messrs. Eaton and Swift, and opposed by Messrs. Brandvig and Steel. Messrs. Oggel, Scott, Ballreich and Bishop responded to the call for volunteers, so that the subject was discussed in all its phases to some extent. It was decided in favor of the affirmative. The debate was followed by a by a five minutes speech in which Mr. Dewell ushered us into the affairs of [Newfoundland].

This was followed by a solo, "Some Day I'll Wander Back [Again]," by Miss Garth.

In the two minute speeches, Mr. Ballreich did not loose anytime on the subject “Mr. Blaire's proposed Reciprocity Treaty." Mr. Armstrong made a big speech for such a little man, about the "Summer Vacation." Mr. Graham was at a loss to know how much he could tell us about “The tennis party” without getting into trouble with the boys. Mr. Muhs in talking upon "The prospects of the I. A. C. said the present senior class would be a benefit to the world when it graduated.

The closing exercises was an oration by Mr. Chamberlain entitled, "Spain in America." He said "the Spaniards, the real explorers were justly entitled to the rights of such, but while other nations sought to settle for humanity's sake she came for the wealth of the country. Mexico and [Peru] will ever stand as monuments to show the treachery, cruelty and deceit of the Spaniard. They came not to settle but to conquer. Her treachery betrayed herself. Thus are visible the causes of the fall of Spain in America.”

[Suggested headline: Tennis association stalls]

An attempt was made by two or three of our wideawake students to organize a lawn tennis association. A meeting was held, a constitution adopted and everything seemed favorable for the new association, but for some explainable reason no officers have been elected, and nothing further done. It seems as if the rule is true here, as well as elsewhere, that in all such enterprises two or three must do the work, while the rest enjoy the fruits of their labor. But if for any reason these leaders of industry drop out of the ranks, there seems to be no one able or willing to take their place, consequently the enterprise usually entirely ceases.

[Suggested headline: Railroad desired to connect Ames, college]

The Junior Civils are at work in laying out a railroad to Ames. There has been much speculation upon the advisability of putting in a motor line between the college and town. The first cost, it is true would be rather great, but think of the advantages of a rapid transit line. We believe if such a line was constructed and properly managed, that the [attendance] of the college could be easily doubled, provided, that students were given the option of rooming in Ames or at the College. Again, this would result in more friendly relations between the people of the city and school; under the present system, they know little and care less for college matters; because they know but little about them. Three hundred students boarding in town would change all this. It would change Ames into one of the most enthusiastic college towns in the west, and we would no longer be regarded as the inmates of some charitable Institution.

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Scraps from our waste Basket.

Castles in the air do not bring in any rent.

The light that never was on sea or land must be a skylight.

The trouble with justice is that she does so little besides holding her scales.

After you have weighed your neighbor in the balance, drop a nickle of fairness in the slot of self examination and ascertain your own moral avoiurdupois.

The Boston school of technology had over one thousand students on its roll books last year.

In the last fifty years only 4,468 students out 6,669 appointments have been admitted to West Point, and of these only 2,305 have graduated.

At Rutgers three hours work in the gymnasium is required of freshmen and sophomores, and all the students are tested and special lines of work are recomended.

Considerable attention has been attracted by Cornell's "Congress.” One of the professors is elected “President of the United States," and the students compose a congress which holds weekly meetings.

Callanan college of Des Moines, has about 100 students in its school of science. Liberal advertising is what did it. Who knows how many are taking the summer course of science at the I. A. C?

Highland Park college of Des Moines is putting in the finest electrical laboratory and testing machinery in the west. Pres. Longwell is a most successful business man, and his name alone insures the success of the new college.

A number of seniors have already secured positions which they will occupy soon as the term closes. There is always a demand for our boys. Some will go to Michigan, some to Texas and some to California. Thus it is that the influence of the I. A. C. is felt throughout the breadth and length of the land.

What made the sea-sick? Why was the water-pail? What did the hob-punch? How did the ginger-ale? How is the milk-maid? When did the cow-slip? What did the mutton-chop? Where did the cat nip? Why did the gun-whale? How does the ocean squall? When did the sea-mew? Why did the base-ball?

[Suggested headline: Strange noises in the night]

Last week, one evening while Mr. Schoemaker, the head proctor was absent from the building, the newly initiated proctor found it quite difficult to watch both floors. Noises arose from different quarters which the inexperienced proctor could not locate definitely. Shorie the next evening, when the same noises arose, resolved to spot the boys, and "hand them in," after watching patiently in the dark halls for an hour or so it was given up as a bad job.

Tribute to Chas J. Cotey, '87, Late Professor, Dakota Agricultural College.

In a few years our silent friend mastered business principles and acquired business facilities rarely [equaled] and seldom excelled in this age of industrial and business pursuits. Along the journey of his brief life, he stamped upon his fellowmen his peculiar fitness, tact or genius for manipulating the finer and more [important] business machinery. It is said he worked with ease and held his ideal of justice always uppermost in all his transactions. He believed that

"All are not just because they do no wrong; But he who will not wrong me when he may— He is truly just."

He remembered his friends at all times; he thought of the sick in their affliction; he had a charity that extended sympathy and the open hand; he was reserved in manner to a modest degree, yet he quit himself like a man in contact with his fellowmen. His power over self was a characteristic most golden as he stood in a manner dumb on many trying occasions. An expert in business, a lover of justice, the students' sincere friend, a faithful husband,—he died battling with disease.

C. A. C.

[Suggested headline: Why successful freshman can falter]

We have often heard the question asked why it was that students who made the best records during their Freshman year often make but average or poor records further on in the course.

Usually these students are in advance of their class when they enter and need not devote much time to their studies in order to make good recitations. Such a course instead of developing the mind, rather tends to cause habits of carelessness. Consequently when new studies aro taken up, these students often find themselves out-ranked by students who entered with but little preparation, but who by habits of careful study, during their first year's work, can now readily lead their class. If you are ahead, don't waste your time, but devote it to library or society work that you may not fall behind.

[Suggested headline: Social notes and more]

The National Game at the I. A. C. is saved from an untimely death, and is in a fair way to recover its usual vigor. The freshmen have a strong nine and they know it, consequently they are anxious to play any body. "Scrub” games are the rage now. Last Friday evening the junior and soph's played the freshmen and prep's on the cottage diamond, the study bell found three innings played and the score 10 to 6 in favor of the higher class men. Richardson acted as umpire. During the game Mitchell hurt his hand so badly that it had to be sewed up.

The seniors are wrestling with Theses.

Problem 1. Given, apple orchard, main building, Jerry, to locate the Prep.

Problem 2. Converse of problem 1. Given main building, prep. Dr. Fairchild to locate choleramorbus.

Hereafter there will be drill twice per week.

There is a fairly good attendance at the Sunday morning breakfast, which is given at seven o'clock.

Mr. Shaul is now our proctor at the cottages, while Mr. Schulte sits as ruler among the freshies and preps, in their heavenly realm.

Some of our seniors find it hard work to comply with the present ruling of the faculty. That is to get up all their back studies but five hours recitation per week.

A number of Cottagers inspired by the Base ball mania, made up a purse and purchased a base ball outfit. They may now be seen batting muffs and tieing up dis-located joints.

During the first week of the term a large field of grain lying north of North Hall was partly destroyed by fire supposed to have originated from a spark from a passing locomotive.

One of the members of the "soph." class, Mr Raymond, has become quite prominent as a bugologist, having made certain discoveries in the life history of one species of saw fly.

John Wood our janitor is now the happy possessor of a horse and buggy. He now rides like a "gentlemen." Boys, get a “stand in” with John and you may get a chance to take his bay out some day.

During the vacation the third floor of the New Cottage was partitioned off into six fine rooms. The boys, successful in securing these rooms were in luck and now put on more style than is in vogue on the second floor M. B.

A meeting of the Freshman class was held last Thursday evening, and the following officers were elected: A. M. Harvey, Pres.; Miss Flora Nelson, Vice Pres.; W. H. Cochran, Sec.; and E. E. Faville, class Historian. At the close of each election the newly elected officers made short speeches.

There is a great improvement in the condition of things at the cottage dining-hall this term. The meals are so well prepared that the boys can scarcely wait until the jingle rings. They crowd in the hall calling on the name of Austin the dining hall proctor, begging him to ring the jingle. But it is too bad that the boys can't keep from scrapping” right at the table.

The French gutters of the main building have been patched and painted. The prep. as well as the freshie is requested to keep his pedal extremities out of the same, lest perchance, a misplaced [banana] peeling cause him to knock some of the cornice off of the stone finish about the windows below, in his descent, in which case he would be held responsible for injury to college property.

Freddie Muhs, our enterprising comanche comrade is making his way through college, it is said, by flipping pennies. Such boys are sure to make their mark in the world. We like to see the enterprising self-made man.

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Life and Decisions

I want to start this blog by apologizing for the delay. We took my son on vacation for his birthday and it took a very big toll on me. I was in flare up for a little over a week and basically just slept the entire time as my blood pressure was hovering around 80/50 and my pulse was struggling to get above 50. These flare ups take a lot out of me, but thankfully I have a wonderful family, son, boyfriend, and best friend who all helped to take care of me and made sure I was ok. Thankfully I was able to pull out of it on my own and I didn't have to go to the ER for fluids this time, progress! So, I've talked a lot about Dirk's side of the family, so I'd like to introduce you to my mother's side.

My grandmother, Carlene, grew up in Bloomfield, IA and was an honors english teacher for years. She passed away on June 24th, 2019, after fighting a thoracic aneurysm. She married my grandpa, Phil, on Christmas day 1965, right before he was deployed to Vietnam. Grandpa was also raised in Bloomfield. They had 3 children, my mom, my aunt Trisha, and finally, their son, Chad (you will find out why I refuse to call him "uncle" later in my blog). They grew up very poor, but full of family love and friendship. Everyone got together for birthdays, holidays, and when we moved to Bloomfield, we would have family dinners on Sundays. It was during this time that I met a lot of the people who would influence my life and decisions later in life. One of these people would have more of an impact than I could even imagine.

I met Austin Owen when I was 3 months old, right after he was born. Our mother's were best friends in high school, and she dated his uncle, Michael, all throughout her high school years. We were also around his paternal family, the Finneran's, quite often during my first few years of life. We would reconnect during the summer between my 6th and 7th grade years, at 12 years old, and we fell in love that summer. A love that would not let go until April 2020, at age 32, 20 years. When we moved back to Bloomfield in December 2002, we decided that we would be together, and we were, for about a year. He broke up with my right before homecoming 2003, and right after my life started to really unravel.

In October 2003, we lost our home in Glenwood, IA to a complete loss fire. Dirk had still been staying there during the week as both of our labradors, Lacy and Drake, were still there and he was still working in Omaha. He had been in Bloomfield that weekend, and the fire happened late Sunday night, after he had gotten home and gotten to bed. Thankfully, the dogs were able to wake him up and alert him of the fire. This should have been the end, but of course, it wasn't. The insurance company refused to pay, and instead, had the fire marshall investigate, and they brought Dirk up on arson and insurance fraud charges, something that would prevent them from getting a mortgage in Bloomfield until the charges were cleared up. This would prove to be the start of the end of my parents marriage.

My mother spent hours upon hours researching, reading the court transcripts and expert reports, doing more work than the lawyers. While she was doing this, Dirk had a girlfriend in Glenwood, and another in Des Moines, which was not anything new as this was a pretty constant thing for him, and he never really tried to hide it, from any of us. At one point, Dirk left while Kaitie and I were at school, draining the bank account, and just disappearing for a while, just to come back a week or so later with gifts, the typical Dirk way of apologizing without actually saying "I'm sorry". Right after this incident came the final straw for my mother. She and Dirk were in a verbal altercation in the living room of our rental house on N. West street in Bloomfield. I was in my bedroom trying to drown out the noise, until I heard Dirk say "you're a fucking cunt". That was it, I was DONE! I came out of my room, pissed as hell, and proceeded to chuck the remote control at his head. I missed, my aim for throwing was never any good. He came barreling at me and I ran into my bedroom, slamming my door behind me. He ripped my door off, pinned me down on my bed, all 120lbs of me underneath his hulking 250+lbs body. He had my by the throat with one hand and his other he had drawn back into a fist, I braced myself for what was coming. Thankfully, my mother came in screaming at him that she was going to call the police. She actually had to insert herself between his fist and me. He released my throat after what seemed like forever, and walked out of the front door. I remember having to remind myself to breathe, as I had been holding my breath during the entire altercation. I cried, she cried, we cried together on my bed holding each other, another bullet thankfully missed because of the quick actions of my mother.

Shortly after this, I started dating a man named Brock. He was smart, funny, and athletic, which is what I wanted at that time. I was so excited to have him meet my family, as Dirk had been back for a couple of days. I brought Brock into the front door and was greeted by mom and Dirk sitting on the couch, Dirks bags and suitcases all packed and ready to go. The first and only thing Dirk said was "I'm leaving", I turned to Brock and said "This is my family", not sure whether to be sad, embarrassed, happy, I had so many emotions flowing through me, it was a lot for my 17 year old mind to process in that instant. Even though I had been miserable, I had always feared being a "statistic", being in a divorce situation, splitting holidays (which turned out to never be an issue), having step-parents/siblings. What would life look like now? How would we do being on our own? He wasn't going to stick around Bloomfield, he made that perfectly clear. He ended up moving to Des Moines, in with a woman who he was proud to have "turned" from being a lesbian to being with him, *insert eye roll here*. He was also seeing a woman named Dawn, from Glenwood during this time. This would be the last time we would all be together under the same roof as a "family".

After Dirk left for good, mom took a job at the local newspaper so that she could be around more and could continue coaching us and being there for everything. This took a huge financial toll on her, and I had gotten my CNA during my junior year in high school, so I got a job at the local care center, working 2-10 on weekends and making around $12/hr, which was amazing for a high school kid. I tried to pay for anything I wanted beyond the essentials. My aunts Jodi and Gina, were gracious enough to pay for my senior pictures, class ring, and graduation materials, as we could not afford it. I continued to maintain my 4.3 GPA, remained active in all of my activities, clubs, choir etc. I took a lot of college classes my junior and senior year, graduating high school as a first semester sophomore in college. I was a very busy kid, but it kept my mind busy so I didn't have to deal with the mental and emotional pain, the physical pain from my medical conditions was still plaguing me, but I'd always been told to "rub some dirt in it and walk it off", so that's the approach I took to every aspect of life. Much easier said than done. I made some horrible decisions during this time.

My last year of high school and first year of college were a big party that included drinking, a lot, smoking pot when I could, smoking cigarettes, sneaking out, and sleeping around trying to find love and connection in anyone I could. I hated myself for a long time because of these decisions, decisions that I have now forgiven myself for because I know where they came from. No, I AM NOT condoning these actions, I'm just giving myself some grace, something I struggled with for years and years. Grace is such a powerful thing, not only to receive, but to give as well. It is amazing how much you can achieve when you learn about grace and its impact in your life. Grace saved me, and it continues to save me every day.

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Sa réalité

Il est 2h du matin et tout est calme. Elle aime ce calme apparent, ce faux semblant de paix que l’on ne peut trouver que dans la nuit. Encore une fois, c’est une nuit de pluie. Du fin fond de son lit, elle entend un léger vent caresser ses volets. À son grand désarroi ce n’est pas un tempête, tout du moins pas encore. Elle préfère les tempêtes, ce bruit comme de la neige sur une télévision qui l’enveloppe dans un manteau rassurant. Elle aime être emportée par ses bruits de vents violents et de pluie incessante. Ça lui rappelle la mer, la beauté dévastatrice des vagues sur les rochers, cette simplicité existant depuis la nuit des temps.

Mais ce n’est pas une nuit comme cela. C’est une nuit plutôt calme. La sérénité que cette nuit apporte ne lui est malheureusement pas destinée. Les nuits de parfait silence l’empêche de dormir et cette nuit ne fais pas exception. Certes, il y a une illusion d’agitation dehors mais ce n’est en rien suffisant aux incessantes attaques de son esprit.

Car la nuit, tout se réveille en elle; ses espoirs, ses rêves, ses souvenirs se mélangent, créant une symphonie de désirs et d’émotions parfois difficiles à canaliser. Elle essaye alors de se concentrer, imaginer une histoire dans laquelle elle serais une autre. Une meilleure version d’elle même, côtoyant ses idoles et inspirations, voyageant dans des univers inexistant, s’échappant un instant de sa réalité. Non pas qu’elle ne l’aime pas, mais se sentiment de liberté totale, de contrôle omniprésent est devenu au court du temps une drogue, une nécessité.

Parfois, des bribes de son esprit s’échappe durant la journée. Elle les voit partir, s’immiscer dans une ombre au détour d’une rue, dans le regard d’un passant, dans un rayon de soleil...elle les regardes et les intègre dans son petit monde à elle. On peut la voir sourire toute seule quand elle marche ou quand son regard se perd. C’est dans ces moments qu’elle part un bref instant, pour revenir plus légère. On le perçois dans ses yeux. Quelque chose change. Une lueur, une certaine malice ou espièglerie passagère. Peut-être qu’un de ses personnages lui a parler? Peut-être que la chanson qu’elle écoute lui remémore un bout de sa vie ou bien lui fait penser à quelqu’un? Il se passe tellement de choses dans sa tête que personne ne peux savoir à part elle et ceux qui côtoient son monde. Ses mondes.

Puisqu’elle n’en a pas qu’un seul . Elle en a une infinité, autant qu’elle en a besoin. L’un est son film favori, un dissemblable un petit café où amis et famille se relayent, encore un different qu’elle a créée dans son enfance etc...il y en a autant qu’elle a d’expérience et de vécu. Elle puise dans chaque ressource à sa disposition pour les adapter à ses besoins. Quand elle est triste ou à l’envie de se confier, elle sait qu’un certain personnage d’un certain film pourra l’aider.

Bien sûr elle est à consciente qu’elle se parle à elle même, mais n’est ce pas le but? Se parler, s’avouer des idées, des pensées qu’elle ne peut vocaliser dans la vie de tout les jours. Et se rassurer, prendre la voix, les manières et la façon de penser d’un.e autre pour trouver une solution à un problème, se décharger émotionnellement ou juste parler de tout et de rien. Ces personnages, ces extensions d’elle en quelques sortes sont une aide précieuse pour lesquelles elle ne se séparera pour rien au monde.

Il y a des fois, des nuits où ses mondes ne sont pas suffisants, où les ombres qui planent dans son esprit l’empêche de les atteindre. Elle les chassent un temps, se réfugie dans un monde familier, sûr, mais de temps à autre ce n’est pas assez. Elle a beau lutter, ces ombres s’introduisent partout où elles le peuvent pour la bloquée dans un recoin. Un recoin où personne ne peut la rejoindre. Alors elle se laisse aller. Elle tombe dans des abysses qu’elle enterre la journée et qui reviennent la hantée la nuit tombée. Ses doutes, regrets récents et lointains, ses peurs, angoisses et pires scénario se confondent pour la tourmentée. Elle sait que la nuit, dans son plus pur état, n’est qu’une illusion; que ses émotions sont décuplées, que rien ne la distrait et tout dans son esprit est possible, y compris la plus nuisible des pensées. Elle ne se fait plus avoir par l’imaginaire suscité par la nuit. Elle attends juste que ce mauvais moment se passe...aussi longtemps qu’il doit durer...quelques minutes, rarement...quelques heures, au minimum...toute une nuit, parfois. Ces nuits d’insomnies sont souvent les pires mais comme toutes choses, elle sait que ça ne dure pas, qu’elle retrouvera bien assez vite ses mondes merveilleux.

Il est 4h du matin.La pluie s’est arrêtée, le vent n’est à peine plus qu’une brise. La fatigue commence à venir, lui murmurer monts et merveilles. Elle a presque fini son introspection quotidienne. Repensant à ce qu’elle viens de méditer, son subconscient recherche dans quel univers elle s’endormira ce soir. Est ce qu’elle va partir dans une grande aventure fantastique ou alors chanter sur les bords de Seine avec des artistes qu’elle admire? Tel Alice, elle tombe encore plus profondément dans sa psyché. Au fur et à mesure, elle voit des images, des sons lui parviennent. Elle entre tout doucement dans ses rêves, prête à devenir ce que lui réserve la nuit. Et si elle est chanceuse, elle pourra contrôler se rêve et pour un instant, se sera sa réalité.

-Écrit le 14/01/2021 (entre 00:56 et 2:10)

Her reality

It’s 2 in the morning and everything is calm. She likes that apparent calm, this false pretense of peace that you can only find only at night. Once again, it’s a rainy night. From the depths of her bed, she hears a light wind caress her shutters. To her dismay, it’s not a storm, at least not yet. She prefers storms, the white noise like on a television which envelops her in a reassuring coat. She likes to be taken away by those sounds of violent winds and incessant rain. it reminds her of the sea, the devastating beauty of waves against the rocks, this simplicity existing since the dawn of time.

But this isn’t a night like that. It’s a rather calm night. The serenity of which this night bring is unfortunately not destined to her. The perfect nights of silence prevents her from sleeping and tonight is no exception. Of course, there’s an illusion of agitation outside but it is not nearly enough to the continual attacks of her mind. Because at night, everything awake in her; her hopes; her dreams; her memories blend, creating a symphony of desires and emotions sometimes hard to channel. She then tries to focus, imagine a story in which she’ll be another. A better version of herself, alongside her idols and inspirations, travelling through unknown universes, escaping for an instant her reality. Not that she doesn’t like it, but that feeling of limitless freedom, of omnipresent control has become, with time, a drug, a necessity.

Sometimes, snippets of her mind escapes during the day. She watches them go, interfere with a shadow at the bend of a street, in the look of a passerby, in a ray of sunshine...She looks at them, integrates them in her own little world. We can see her smile by herself when she walks or when her gaze is lost. It’s in those moments that she leaves for a brief instant, to come back lighter. We perceive it in her eyes. Something changes. A glow, a certain malice or fleeting playfulness. Maybe one of her characters spoke to her? Maybe the song she listens to make her remember a part of her life or someone? So much is happening in her head that no one can know except herself and those who rub shoulder with her world. Her worlds.

Since she doesn’t have only one. She has an infinity, as many as she needs. One is her favorite movie, another a small coffe shop where her friends and family take turns, a different one she created in her childhood etc...There is as many as she has experiences. She draws in every resources at her disposal to adapt them to her needs. When she is sais or she wants to confide in someone, she knows that a certain character of a certain movie can help.

Of course, she is aware that she speaks to herself, but isn’t it the point of it all? Talk to yourself, confess ideas, thoughts that she cannot vocalize in her everyday life. And reassure herself, take the voice, the manners and way of thinking of somebody else to find a solution to a problem, to discharge emotionally or just talk about everything and nothing. Thèse characters, these sorts of extensions of her are a precious help for which she will never part away for anything in the world.

There is some times, some nights where her worlds are not sufficient, where the shadows that lurks in her mind stops her to reach them. She hunts them down awhile, takes refuge in a familier world, safe, but from time to time it’s not enough. Even is she struggles, these shadows slither in everywhere they can to trap her in a corner. A corner where no one can get to her. So she lets go. Se falls into the abyss that she buries in the daylight and that come back to haunt her at nightfall. Her doubts, recent and distant regrets, her fears, anxieties and worst scenarios blend onto each other to torment her. She knows that night, in its purest form, is nothing but an illusion; that her emotions are heightened, nothing distract her and everything in her mind is possible, included the most harmful of thoughts. She is no longer fooled by the imagination sparked by the night. She just waits for this moment to pass...as long as it must last...a few minutes, rarely...a few hours, at least...all night, sometimes. Those nights of insomnia are often the worst but like all things, she knows that it won’t last, that she will find her wonderful worlds soon enough.

It’s 4 in the morning. The rain stopped, the wind is barely a breeze. Tiredness is starting to come, whispering and promising her the moon. She almost finished her daily introspection. Rethinking of what she just meditated, her subconscious is looking for in which universe she’ll fall asleep tonight. Will she go in a great and fantastic adventure or will she sing on the banks of the Seine with artists that she admires? Like Alice, she falls deeper into her psyche. As time goes by, she sees images, sounds reach her. She enters slowly onto her dreams, ready to become what night has for her. And if she is lucky, she might control that dream and for an instant, it will be her reality.

-Written the 14th January 2021 (btw 12:56 am and 2:10 am)

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Forget the Noise, Follow the Dollar

Source: Michael Ballanger for Streetwise Reports 12/20/2018

Sector expert Michael Ballanger examines the effects of the Federal Reserve Bank interest rate increase and plans for 2019.

“Gold is the money of kings. Silver is the money of gentlemen. Barter is the money of peasants. And debt is the money of slaves.”

Here are a couple of facts one needs to remember when attempting to decipher yesterday’s Federal Open Market Committee (FOMC) announcement and press conference by Fed Chairman Jerome Powell:

The Federal Reserve Board is not part of the U.S. government.

The Fed’s dual mandate is a) “maximum sustainable employment” and b) “price stability.” Nowhere do we hear the term “stock market” related to the dual mandate.

Given those two facts, in all of the noise of yesterday’s 2% drop in stocks everywhere within sixty seconds of Jerome Powell’s revelation of “3 versus 2” (rate hike next year), where was it ordained that it was his job to juice the stock market?

This morning on CNBC, the panel was so completely obsessed with what Powell said and how he said it and how he should have said it and when he should have said it that they totally forgot the basics of the Fed-101.

Since the last great Fed Chairman Paul Volker retired, three consecutive Fed chairs have done everything possible to levitate stock prices. After the Crash of ’87, the Working Group on Capital Markets was formed as a means of avoiding similar crashes by way of a legion of traders whose mission is to monitor stocks 24 hours a day. While it was a worthwhile stabilizing tool in highly emotional market swoons such as the Challenger Disaster, 9/11 and the Great Financial Crisis (GFC), what began as an “emergency tool” evolved into a “political tool.”

But what it always was, and remains to this day, is a “banker’s tool,” because it is the banks that control the Fed and the banks control the marketsall markets. So when I am listening to this sycophantic debate over the FOMC release, I have to ask myself whether the farm worker in Des Moines or the social worker in San Francisco cares a hoot about Powell or the Fed or stocks.

If the U.S. Congress bears the responsibility of creating the Fed and has granted them the dual mandate listed above, they should be applauding Jerome Powell for truly being data-dependent and recognizing weakness starting to creep into the data, making the “3 versus 2” decision a means of fulfilling his mandate of maximum sustainable employment and price stability. After all, it was on Oct. 3 that the CNBC crowd were clinking glasses in celebration of yet another all-time high in the S&P 500! To the members of that CNBC panel, who were whining and sniveling and assailing the Fed, I say, “for shame!” for behaving in such an avaricious, self-serving and pitiable manner.

As for tactics, the precious metals were sucked down in a vortex of algorithmic tantrums along with stocks and base metals but this morning, we need look only to the USD Index, where we see a 0.61% drop back below 96.

It was once told to me by a very old and very wise former bond trader that comparing the intellectual capital of the stock market to the bond market is like comparing a kindergarten child to the average adult. He further said that comparing the bond market to the currency market is like comparing an average adult to Albert Einstein.

The FOREX markets are the most sophisticated markets on the planet, as they take the collective global assimilation of data and instantaneously assign it to pricing assets. So it is with great fascination that I note while stocks collapsed yesterday on fears of a hawkish, “too tight” Fed policy, the U.S. dollar is crashing this morning, which means the FOREX markets viewed the FOMC policy statement as “dovish.”

As an investor, I would rather trust the intellectual efficiency of the FOREX markets than the boorish behavior of the stock markets to provide my guidance for all decisions moving through year-end. The weak dollar is screaming to us that the Fed is indeed aware of the global slowdown and that they will eventually blink. The reason they will eventually blink goes back to point 1 in the two facts introduced at the onset of this missive. The Fed is owned by other banks, not U.S. citizens nor the government, so when you are reading or listening to anything emanating from them, it is imperative that you understand that they do nothing that in any way will undermine the safety, survival, and ultimate prosperity of their member banks. They act for themselves and themselves alone.

In light of the events laid out in this missive, I continue to look for an upside resolution of the current battle for gold, in the $1,250-1,260 resistance zone, and silver in the $14.80-15.00 resistance zone. Coeur Mining Inc. (CDE:NYSE) pulled back from over $4.70 to under $4.25 during yesterday’s post FOMC tantrum, and the SLV April $13 calls gave back a little profit from our $1.00 entry level, having closed at $1.22. I will add to both if they open anywhere near where they closed but suffice it to say that I see new highs in both by year-end.

The last day for tax-loss selling is Dec. 27, so I will be preparing a list of tax-loss weakness candidates for rebounds in early 2019. I will be tweeting the list out on Boxing Day, with a follow-up e-mail the following day. The list of casualties is long and bloodied this year, and while it has in recent years been relegated to resource stocks, this year it is crypto, cannabis, energy and blue chips, with the biggest top-to-bottom crashes in the market darlings of early 2018, crypto and cannabis.

Exploration stocks like Aben Resources Ltd. (ABN:TSX.V; ABNAF:OTCQB) and Great Bear Resources Ltd. (GBR:TSX.V; GTBDF:OTC) have given up either all of a substantial portion of earlier 2018 gains, but if I had to take a tax loss on either of the two, the former should be sold and the latter should be bought. I have been thoroughly unimpressed with the way ABN’s news flow completely disappeared after the glory holes reported on Aug. 8, but remain mightily impressed with the continued great results from the Dixie project. (I currently own both issues and am down on ABN and up on GBR.)

This will probably be the last missive until Christmas so I wish all you who celebrate a Merry Christmas, and good health and wealth to you and your families.

Originally trained during the inflationary 1970s, Michael Ballanger is a graduate of Saint Louis University where he earned a Bachelor of Science in finance and a Bachelor of Art in marketing before completing post-graduate work at the Wharton School of Finance. With more than 30 years of experience as a junior mining and exploration specialist, as well as a solid background in corporate finance, Ballanger’s adherence to the concept of “Hard Assets” allows him to focus the practice on selecting opportunities in the global resource sector with emphasis on the precious metals exploration and development sector. Ballanger takes great pleasure in visiting mineral properties around the globe in the never-ending hunt for early-stage opportunities.

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Forget the Noise, Follow the Dollar

Source: Michael Ballanger for Streetwise Reports 12/20/2018

Sector expert Michael Ballanger examines the effects of the Federal Reserve Bank interest rate increase and plans for 2019.

"Gold is the money of kings. Silver is the money of gentlemen. Barter is the money of peasants. And debt is the money of slaves."

Here are a couple of facts one needs to remember when attempting to decipher yesterday's Federal Open Market Committee (FOMC) announcement and press conference by Fed Chairman Jerome Powell:

The Federal Reserve Board is not part of the U.S. government.

The Fed's dual mandate is a) "maximum sustainable employment" and b) "price stability." Nowhere do we hear the term "stock market" related to the dual mandate.

Given those two facts, in all of the noise of yesterday's 2% drop in stocks everywhere within sixty seconds of Jerome Powell's revelation of "3 versus 2" (rate hike next year), where was it ordained that it was his job to juice the stock market?

Since the last great Fed Chairman Paul Volker retired, three consecutive Fed chairs have done everything possible to levitate stock prices. After the Crash of '87, the Working Group on Capital Markets was formed as a means of avoiding similar crashes by way of a legion of traders whose mission is to monitor stocks 24 hours a day. While it was a worthwhile stabilizing tool in highly emotional market swoons such as the Challenger Disaster, 9/11 and the Great Financial Crisis (GFC), what began as an "emergency tool" evolved into a "political tool."

But what it always was, and remains to this day, is a "banker's tool," because it is the banks that control the Fed and the banks control the marketsall markets. So when I am listening to this sycophantic debate over the FOMC release, I have to ask myself whether the farm worker in Des Moines or the social worker in San Francisco cares a hoot about Powell or the Fed or stocks.

If the U.S. Congress bears the responsibility of creating the Fed and has granted them the dual mandate listed above, they should be applauding Jerome Powell for truly being data-dependent and recognizing weakness starting to creep into the data, making the "3 versus 2" decision a means of fulfilling his mandate of maximum sustainable employment and price stability. After all, it was on Oct. 3 that the CNBC crowd were clinking glasses in celebration of yet another all-time high in the S&P 500! To the members of that CNBC panel, who were whining and sniveling and assailing the Fed, I say, "for shame!" for behaving in such an avaricious, self-serving and pitiable manner.

The FOREX markets are the most sophisticated markets on the planet, as they take the collective global assimilation of data and instantaneously assign it to pricing assets. So it is with great fascination that I note while stocks collapsed yesterday on fears of a hawkish, "too tight" Fed policy, the U.S. dollar is crashing this morning, which means the FOREX markets viewed the FOMC policy statement as "dovish."

In light of the events laid out in this missive, I continue to look for an upside resolution of the current battle for gold, in the $1,250-1,260 resistance zone, and silver in the $14.80-15.00 resistance zone. Coeur Mining Inc. (CDE:NYSE) pulled back from over $4.70 to under $4.25 during yesterday's post FOMC tantrum, and the SLV April $13 calls gave back a little profit from our $1.00 entry level, having closed at $1.22. I will add to both if they open anywhere near where they closed but suffice it to say that I see new highs in both by year-end.

Exploration stocks like Aben Resources Ltd. (ABN:TSX.V; ABNAF:OTCQB) and Great Bear Resources Ltd. (GBR:TSX.V; GTBDF:OTC) have given up either all of a substantial portion of earlier 2018 gains, but if I had to take a tax loss on either of the two, the former should be sold and the latter should be bought. I have been thoroughly unimpressed with the way ABN's news flow completely disappeared after the glory holes reported on Aug. 8, but remain mightily impressed with the continued great results from the Dixie project. (I currently own both issues and am down on ABN and up on GBR.)

This will probably be the last missive until Christmas so I wish all you who celebrate a Merry Christmas, and good health and wealth to you and your families.

Originally trained during the inflationary 1970s, Michael Ballanger is a graduate of Saint Louis University where he earned a Bachelor of Science in finance and a Bachelor of Art in marketing before completing post-graduate work at the Wharton School of Finance. With more than 30 years of experience as a junior mining and exploration specialist, as well as a solid background in corporate finance, Ballanger's adherence to the concept of "Hard Assets" allows him to focus the practice on selecting opportunities in the global resource sector with emphasis on the precious metals exploration and development sector. Ballanger takes great pleasure in visiting mineral properties around the globe in the never-ending hunt for early-stage opportunities.

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MSHR + MAX EILBACHER / DUNCAN MOORE + AQUA DENTATA + BAŁWAN /

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MSHR /us MAX EILBACHER / DUNCAN MOORE / us AQUA DENTATA /uk BAŁWAN / pl fr

EASF 44 rue Bouret 75019 M° Jaurès

ATTENTION ! early show = 19-22h !

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MSHR /us portland, or

We build and explore systems to reveal pathways toward ecstatic sensory experience. We work at the intersection of digital sculpture, analog circuitry and ceremonial performance. Our physical projects revolve around analog light-audio feedback systems built from macro-arrangements of our sculptural synthesizers. On the virtual side, we weave computer generated portraits of inter-dimensional entities and psychedelic realms.

Issu du collectif Oregon Painting Society en 2011, MSHR est un "projet sensoriel", composé de Brenna Murphy & Brad Cooper, Improvisant avec des instruments électroniques faits maison, créant des dispositifs spatialisés & immersifs, installations et performances - parfois - interactives. Leurs performances évoluent autour d'un système son et lumière unique réagissant à la manipulation de leurs synthétiseurs. Le duo s’insère dans le système ainsi créé, en déplaçant des capteurs sculpturaux pour diriger les trames de la réaction du système afin d'explorer les hyper paysages d'une cérémonie transhumaniste.

"Pour ses travaux solo, Brenna Murphy utilise la vidéo, l'image générée par ordinateur et le collage sonore pour élaborer des « cyber-tapisseries » connectées à des interfaces réseau. Birch Cooper produit une musique expérimentale synthétique en utilisant des technologies bio-électroniques qu'il conçoit lui-même." (Les Presses du Réel)

Invités du Festival EXIT à Créteil en 2014, avec leur installation "Ceremonial Chamber", sur le site d'Arte on pouvait lire à leur propos : "Le duo américain formé par Brenna Murphy et Birch Cooper s'est donné un nom plastique qui sent bon les champignons : MSHR.

Un acronyme, à l'image de leur art, qui n'impose rien mais peut tout. Enfants du monde connecté, Brenna et Birch naviguent dans les eaux hybrides de la création allant de la performance musicale à la sculpture digitale. Ils s'autorisent tous les supports, tous les voyages et souhaitent nous faire monter à bord à leurs côtés. Pour l'exposition Micro Macro, ils présentent leur installation "Ceremonial Chamber" : un environnement numérique et organique inspiré des crépuscules de bord de mer. Deux consoles aux motifs fantastiques nous invitent à jouer avec des joysticks qui provoquent sons et lumières. Autour, coquillages et bois échoués cohabitent avec des formes graphiques modélisées puis imprimées en 3D. MSHR nous montre la voie. Pour pénétrer dans cette chambre cérémonielle, ils commencent par se déchausser. Face à face, les pieds dans le sable blanc étoilé de LED, les deux artistes s'effleurent et se touchent. C'est alors que, grâce à des capteurs enfouis sous la plage artificielle, les contacts peau à peau invoquent une composition musicale singulière…"

(Festival EXIT)

“MSHR’s stage is one giant musical instrument, a sculpture made of mirrors and fluorescent plastic. It’s laser-cut into latices of glyphs connected by wires, with plates curving into square, kaleidoscope shapes and lasers cutting through the fog.” – Marina Galperina, Animal New York

“At the heart of MSHR is an array of sculptural instruments designed and built by the artists. Light sensors inside 3D printed translucent cases control oscillators that in turn control the lights to create feedback, resulting in a synaesthetic experience that is kinetic and ritualistic in a way that contemporary noise artists seldom achieve. MSHR performances stimulate an audiovisual overload, using time, space, light, and bodies in motion as raw materials to occasion a very distinctive sort of transcendence.” – Emily Pothast, Decoder

http://www.mshr.info/

https://vimeo.com/149066148

https://vimeo.com/82142998

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mXNLsSbltn8 http://www.redefinemag.com/2014/mshr-artist-collective-interview-pathways/ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6p4HUJB_k_w

MAX EILBACHER / DUNCAN MOORE / us baltimore Quand il ne tient pas la basse chez les troublions math-rockeux de HORSE LORDS, Max Eilbacher fait de l'electronica nourrie au MEGO et au GRM.

Le Non_Jazz l'avait accueilli il y a moins de deux ans et il revient cette fois-ci en compagnie d'un autre artiste sonore originaire de la même ville pour une performance sans doute désopilante & tendue.

Max Eilbacher and Duncan Moore are Baltimore-based sound and performance artists. Situated somewhere between abstract acoustic-electric composition, butoh and office power point lectures, their live pieces merge traditions of deep listening avant-garde music with gestural and physical choreography. Moore has recently completed a month-long residency at Otion Front Studio, an avant-garde dance and movement space in New York City. Eilbacher has completed a residency at the INA-GRM and previously studied computer music with the music supervisor of the Cunningham Dance Company. The two strive to invoke a unique atmosphere of sonic and physical expression that challenges and expands the definitions and boundaries of both.

Max Eilbacher: https://thump.vice.com/en_us/track/max-eilbacher-and-die-riehes-nna-tapes-stream

http://nnatapes.com/available-releases/max-eilbacher-schizophrenia-as-architecture/

Duncan Moore: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S438QMGDujQ&t=2m14s

https://soundcloud.com/ars-media-solutions/headband-butterfly-feat-jessica-ashley-rachel

SEF III (Current collaborative project with Alex Moskos of Drainolith):

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZkDqMWrP-cs

AQUA DENTATA / uk london Derrière ce nom - le Londonien Eddie Nuttal développant un travail sonore aussi bien avec des dispositifs électroniques qu'acoustiques, souvent "faits maison".

S'ensuit une série de "tableaux sonores" abstraits, évoluant lentement, calmement et mystérieusement.

The Aqua Dentata back catalogue is a slow growing coral of exceptional beauty. A seemingly restricted palette of (home constructed) synth drones and unplaceable metal-on-metal skittering is used to create abstract expressionist work of such depth and subtlety that the hold it commands has an almost occult power

(...)“No-one in what this blog lovingly refers to as the ‘no-audience underground’ is producing work as consistently brilliant as Eddie Nuttall. The back catalogue of his project Aqua Dentata – growing with the alien beauty and frustrating slowness of a coral reef – contains not a wasted moment.

His work – quiet, long-form dronetronics with metallic punctuation – is executed with the patience and discipline of a zen monk watching a spider construct a cobweb.” – Radio Free Midwich

Working primarily with electronic and acoustic devices, Nuttall creates a dense tapestry of hypnotic drones and surreal textures, employing a refined and considered approach within a DIY framework.(Café OTO)

https://soundcloud.com/aquadentata

BAŁWAN / pl fr paris

Nappes forestières polo-nez traitées avec soin par divers logiciels occidentaux modernes, fragments de disques moches et enregistrements en extérieur transformés agrémentant nouvelle prestation de boudin des Carpates

https://soundcloud.com/balwan/sets/balwan-ich-sehe-dich-wenn-du

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Iowa takes on Chicago tonight with a “new” face as two move on

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DES MOINES, Iowa – General Manager Chuck Fletcher decided to make a little bit of noise in anticipation of signing Jordan Greenway at the end of Boston University’s season (and the Olympics) as he dealt 2011 second-rounder Mario Lucia and 2012 sixth-rounder Christoph Bertschy (an alternate…

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Iowa officials: Livestock approval system needs updates

DES MOINES — Various issues with a state program designed to ensure the biggest animal feeding operations meet higher standards for, among other things, noise and pollution control has rendered the program outdated and ineffective, according to some county officials… Iowa officials: Livestock approval system needs updates

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Two memorable days of flying with my son

I like to think there are a handful of driving forces in my life. Family and flying are two of those and, thanks to a supportive family, I sometimes get to combine those. My jack-of-all-trades FBO/mechanic/pilot/instructor career choice often means that flying takes me away from the family, but during a special couple of days I got to share an airplane delivery trip with my nine-year old.

The trip was simple. A long-time customer called to request my services for two trips. He needed me to fly him to Florida in his TBM 850 for a week’s stay. Also he was wondering if I would be willing to deliver his Carbon Cub from Florida to Iowa. He, of course, had me at Carbon Cub and the tentative dates were set. I let my wife know that I had a few more overnights in my future. We briefly discussed that our oldest son Sullivan might enjoy the trip, but I kinda felt it might be too much for a nine-year old and I certainly didn’t want to burn this little aviation nut out.

The night before the trip, the boys helped me get the TBM ready and I thought the plan was firm. It was… until Sullivan overheard us talking about how long it would take me to get home in the Carbon Cub. His response was, “You’re flying a Carbon Cub home from Florida? Can I go?” Megan and I looked at each other: I’m thinking his weight won’t be much of an issue, and Megan’s thinking it’s the end of the summer and the boys have been fighting a lot.

This is gonna be fun…

The last thing I need on a long trip is a distraction, but Sullivan has been a great little flying buddy from nearly day one. He’s literally flown hundreds of hours with me and he is a great stick holder, traffic spotter, and chart/NOTAM reader. So here we go: 2000 miles, two airplanes, and two days with my son. I could hardly wait until morning!

The trip, like so many adventures in my life, starts and ends at PEA (Pella Municipal Airport.) This is our home airport, five minutes from our home, where I soloed, where my dad instructed in the 70s, 90s and after, and where we have run a little FBO for nearly 20 years.

The first leg was PEA-DSM – 12 minutes in the air with Sullivan in the right seat. He has ridden in the TBM before and even tried his hand at the controls. But in typical Sullivan fashion, each flight brings a new level of appreciation and a new series of questions. Today’s fascination was the feather check, which he immediately connected to the angle of the blades he saw on the preflight. I was sure he would bring it up again.

We landed in Des Moines and picked up the owner and his family. Sullivan happily moved to the back so the owner could join me up front. The trip down was three hours and 15 minutes and as perfect as it could be. Sullivan joined in playing cards in the back and even learned a couple of games he planned to teach us. He occasionally put on a headset to talk to us up front, including additional propeller feathering questions. Once he learned where the ETA is on the MFD, we heard him periodically tell the other passengers how far we were out (to the second).

We landed at Leesburg, Florida, and were greeted by the excellent FBO there and a couple of corporate pilot friends from Pella who were there for the day. I knew they would be there, but forgot to tell Sullivan – which made it a good surprise for him and a good reinforcement that aviation is a very small world.

As we descended, the typical midday Florida CB clouds were appearing and as we took the short ride to the grass strip to get the Cub, they were growing. I was not hungry and thinking about the forecast thunderstorms so I forget to get lunch for Sullivan. Possibly good risk management but bad parenting. Sullivan’s subtle hint was, “Dad I can’t remember where we had lunch.” I made sure he was ok for a while and promised him a cheeseburger at the first stop.

We picked up the Cub at a beautiful grass strip, appropriately named “Grassroots.” The hangar door was opened, and the airplane looked as good as the last time I saw it, and I had a strong desire to fly it. Scattered thunderstorms would be developing soon and the goal was simple: get as far as we could that day, with low risk. If that was 30 miles, no problem. We were traveling by light airplane now and we would go with the flow.

Like the businessman stranded in Mayberry, we were about to see the beauty of a slow-paced life. The battery was weak on the start and life experience told me it was a sign of things to come. Sullivan rode in this Carbon Cub a few years ago, but he got refreshed on its performance in a hurry.

As we climbed to pattern altitude before the end of the runway, he was doing pilot talk (“This baby really climbs;” “We wouldn’t be near this high in the Champ, she’s got a ton of power.”) in an excited kid’s voice. I was thankful for a good intercom and headsets because I couldn’t get enough of that.

Father and son and sun – a perfect combination.

We were off and heading north and it’s hard to explain how good things felt. Father and son and sun and a great airplane to boot. Sun and puffy clouds turned to more gray and rain shafts as we continued. We had ADS-B to the iPad and XM Weather to a Garmin handheld, but the eyeball is the best way to work around this stuff. Sullivan was interested in the weather; he watched snakes of lightning in the distance and commented about the cool air coming in the vents as we got close to rain showers. The ride was not completely smooth, but Sullivan is a seasoned pro and he didn’t seem to even notice.

The first fuel stop in an airplane you’ve never flown cross-country should be deliberately short of where it could be and ours was. We targeted Valdosta or Albany, Georgia, as the furthest we intended to go. As we approached Valdosta, the showers were filling in to the north and it looked like time to stop. We landed, taxied to the FBO and the first noise we heard after the headsets came off was thunder in the distance.

Our timing was good – the storms were building – so now it was to work on getting the light Cub (which suddenly seemed very fragile) into a hangar. When we attempted to start the airplane to take it to the hangar, it was evident that the battery was a problem. The generous FBO staff helped us get the airplane in a hangar and we borrowed the crew car to shop for a replacement battery. Fortunately, since we were dealing with an experimental aircraft, an exact replacement battery was found at a nearby NAPA and it was quickly installed.

With the battery installed, it was evident that the rain was staying and Valdosta was our overnight stop. As someone who averages one night a week in a hotel by myself flying for customers, I can’t begin to explain how cool it is to sneak my son along for a night.

After forgetting lunch, I promised Sullivan he could order anything he wanted for dinner. He took me up on my offer and skipped the kids’ menu and went for the steak and ribs combo. He ordered a flavored tea like me and took note of the waiter’s offer of unlimited refills and flavor options. Like any flight crew on an overnight, we reminisced about the day’s flying and chatted about what might be going on at home. I was not used to monitoring my copilot’s caffeine intake and Sullivan got our money’s worth on the tea refills. On the short walk back to the hotel, it became evident that Sullivan won’t be falling asleep anytime soon.

It rained nearly non-stop all evening and into the night. Sullivan now thinks that Valdosta is just about the rainiest place on earth. It’s fun to pull up ForeFlight radar sometimes and say, “Sullivan, guess where it’s raining today?” Like any pilot he gets that “been there, done that” tone in his voice when he says “Valdosta!”

We stayed up late like kings in our two hotel beds watching many episodes of “American Pickers.” Somehow I hadn’t watched it with Sullivan, who is an old soul himself and he remains hooked on it to this day. The alarm came early in the morning and the weather looked as if it might be a good day to finish the rest of the trip.

We ate a hotel breakfast together (another special father-son chat) and caught an Uber ride to the airport. Although the forecast was good, fog started to develop as we headed to the airport. We were taking no chances on this trip and we were happy to wait together on the FBO couch as long as needed (although we both knew we could have slept in a little longer). The fog delay eliminated a small surprise stop in Tullahoma at the Beechcraft Heritage Museum for my little Staggerwing fan. It wouldn’t be too far out of the way, but I knew if we stopped it would eliminate any chance to get home before an approaching weather system.

The fog cleared and we were off above green trees and scattered low clouds. The first leg was picture perfect. I don’t know what my pilot-dad sees from heaven, but I remember thinking he’d love to see Sullivan and I gliding over those scattered clouds in a shiny Cub. The whole trip became a geography lesson for Sullivan. We talked about what we had seen from high in the TBM on the way down and now we were experiencing the change in sights and smells from Central Florida to Southern Georgia. We saw logging below, which triggered a lot of discussion about the when’s and how’s of logging.

Watching the world go by from the window of a Cub.

As we started passing over fields, Sullivan asked what kind of fields they were. I noticed we passed by Jimmy Carter Regional Airport so I said with Dad-like confidence, “Those are peanut fields, son.” Whether I was right or not, Sullivan was happy with the answer, and he said he could almost smell the peanuts through the open window.

Our first fuel stop of the day put us just west of the Atlanta Class B at an airport with more than 5,000 feet of runway, lots of hangars, and self-serve fuel. Sullivan was excited to show off the Carbon Cub as we pulled up to the self-serve pump. After all, a nine-year old doesn’t have to spend much time on YouTube to know that Carbon Cubs and other fat-tired taildraggers ooze coolness.

As we got out of the Cub, a young line guy in the fuel truck pulled away with a nod. We fueled ourselves and headed inside for a restroom break and saw no one. No one asked about the airplane, our trip, or where we were from. Sullivan, who loves to talk to people at airports, was noticeably disappointed as we took off for our longest leg.

“What was that, a turtle airport?” Sullivan said, looking back as we departed. “Everyone put their head in their shell when we showed up.” Wow! I thought to myself, not only does he understand the problem with that experience, he’s put a name to it. Sullivan was sitting in the back in the sling seat with ForeFlight running on an iPad in his lap as we climbed into the smooth air.

His view was not as good as mine. He’s a great passenger but he’s a flyer too and loves to try his hands on the controls of anything we fly. I asked if he would like to fly and I felt his hand grasp the stick before he could say yes. After some swerving left and right, he developed a way to hold a heading using the iPad and he flew most of our longest leg to Murray, Kentucky.

Our experience at Murray was different, as we expected. Johnny Parker was working his last days before retirement as the airport manager. I’ve spent many days waiting for passengers at Murray and Sullivan has met Johnny at Oshkosh and Blakesburg. We got the full-service treatment from Johnny’s replacement while Johnny admired the Carbon Cub, with Sullivan pointing out all the cool features.

We grabbed the courtesy van and ran into town for some Culver’s cheeseburgers to go. As we were heading north again in some afternoon bumps, Sullivan declared, “These are the best cheeseburgers ever.” I smiled, knowing the kid eats Culver’s burgers weekly and he was enjoying eating with me in the airplane as much as I was enjoying it with him.

After the burgers were gone, we were over terrain that looked a little more like home. Sullivan asked the inevitable question, the elephant-in-the cockpit if you will, “Will we make it home tonight?”

“No guarantees, buddy, only if we can do it safely.” I didn’t want either one of us to have get-home-itis when we were flying. We took turns flying this leg.

A little diversion north and we were well clear of weather in the St. Louis area. We stopped at a small airport in Illinois for some self-serve fuel. As we pulled up to the pumps, there was a car at the terminal, but by the time we were done fueling no one was in sight. Sullivan missed out on another chance to show off the Cub and talk about our trip. We used the restroom and loaded up; we were in range of home now, there was plenty of daylight, and the weather looked as if it would hold off until after dark. As we climbed out, Sullivan said, “Another turtle airport, Dad.” He gets it.

I said, “That’s why we work hard to make sure our airport isn’t a turtle airport, buddy,” and he knew exactly what I meant by that.

A trip that will live forever in a boy’s memory.

A few minutes into the leg, Sullivan asked if it would be ok if he closed his eyes to rest a little while. He had been a trooper and, of course, I told him it was ok, but secretly I was sad that I wouldn’t hear his voice from the back for a while. I realized how much I had enjoyed spending every waking moment with him for the past two days. Fortunately, Sullivan got his second wind after about 45 seconds and father-son front seater/back seater chatter continued.

We crossed the Mississippi and discussed it a while. Our home state greeted us with 3000 overcast and scattered rain showers. Once in Iowa, Sullivan asked if we would make it home tonight: “No guarantees.”

When we dodged a rain shower by Ottumwa 33 miles from home, he asked again: “No guarantees.” And when Pella was in sight: “No guarantees.” Sullivan got my point and just before our mains touched runway 16 at Pella he asked again: “No guarantees, but it’s looking pretty good.” We both had big smiles as the wheels touched.

The trip was complete.

It was a highlight of our summer and we talk of it often. Times will change, and no doubt Sullivan and his little brother Meyer will take on other interests in addition to or in place of flying. But for a couple of days, Sullivan and I floated above God’s green earth together. We had a job to do, we got it done, we learned about what makes airports special, we smiled, we ate, and we enjoyed each other’s company.

It was a time I’ll always cherish and it was made possible by an enthusiastic nine-year old, an understanding customer, and a long-suffering supportive wife. I apparently didn’t burn Sullivan out. He’s asked if I think we could borrow the Carbon Cub to take to the High Sierra Fly-in and little Meyer is five now, so I have some time to look for a similar work to share an adventure with him.

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